A/N: Hola peoples! Kai again! Thank you all for sending me your reviews. I'm getting more and more confident with this fic. Hopefully you all will like this Chapter. There's a big surprise in it! Oh, by the way, I came up with a new title to this fic! It will now be called 'It Was Only A Kiss.' Trust me, you'll find out why later in the fic. wink

It Was Only A Kiss

Chapter 2- A Day of Surprises

Hermione awoke with a horrid headache. A first she thought her head was on fire, but that thought was quickly dimmed out when her hands instantly reached for her hair. Although it WAS a little damp, most likely from the cold sweat that covered her face, it didn't cool her off any.

Hermione felt her face, realizing that it was very wet. Yes, this was sweat. She could already smell the stink. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. A moment later she sighed and lay back, but instantly jolted back upright when she realized something. This wasn't her bed. These weren't her comfterble sheets and blanket. These weren't even her pillows! She glanced around uncertainly and studied the unfamiliar room, taking in everything and anything.

It was a very large room. The ceiling was a few feet lower that the Great Halls'. There was a huge window near the top that met the open sky and you could see a curtain that could be drawn in case of storms. 'Mione suspected that this window was for the owls.

Her gaze lowered to the area around her. After a swift once over of the room, she realized where she was. The Hospital Wing. Well, that explained the owl 'How did I get here?' 'Mione asked herself silently. She viewed the beds, the side tables, and even Madam Pomfrey, who was busy with another patient, in confusion.

Madam Pomfrey turned when Hermione's bed creaked when as she shifted her weight. "Oh," she huffed. "You're finally awake!" She left her the other student, who was now sound asleep, and walked briskly over to Hermione's bed. "Very good! Now you can have proper treatment! Mind, I couldn't do anything while you were sleeping."

"Um," 'Mione cut in. "What exactly happened to me? Why am I here?"

That got Madam Pomfrey's attention. "You mean you don't remember?" When Hermione shook her head no, she put a hand up to her forehead. "Oh my, maybe you've come down with amnesia perhaps…"

Not understanding any of this, Hermione just sat there and pretended to listen, her mind trying to think what had happened. Only a second later, it clicked. "I'm going to fricken kill him!" She said suddenly, her memory flooding back. Madam Pomfrey looked down at her, obviously surprised at the sudden outburst, then shook her head as well.

"I'm afraid you're not going to kill anyone!" 'Mione could tell that she was trying to stifle a smile. The corners of Madam Pomfrey's mouth were twitching like crazy. "At least right now anyway," she continued. "Mind, you've come up with a minor case of pneumonia after your spill in the lake."

"I'm going to give HIM a fricken bloody nose," the Gryffindor girl snarled, her hands clenching into fists as she referred to Malfoy.

"Can we help?"

Hermione turned her head to see Harry and Ron near the doorway. Smiles were plastered on their faces, but nothing escaped Hermione. She knew then to well. She could already see the concern that was planted in their eyes. "Hi!" She said brightly as they hurried over to her. "How are you two doing?"

"Well," Harry started, sitting on the foot of the bed. Ron sat on the other side. "We've been worried sick about you for starters," he told her. "You've been out cold for a few days now…" He trailed off.

"WHAT!" Hermione screamed, her eyes becoming inhumanly large. The boy in one of the other beds stirred. Harry and Ron tried desperately to shut their friend up and she finally settled to yelling in a soft voice. "What do you mean, a few days!?" She yelled/whispered at them.

"You've been sleeping since you collapsed last Friday," Ron explained. When Hermione opened her mouth to interrupt, he said, "it's Monday." Hermione looked as though she was about to have a heart attack. "Don't panic, 'Mione!" He reassured her. "We got your homework for you."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as Ron set it on the side table. "Thanks," She said, hugging them both. "What would I ever do without you guys?" She asked, not wanting an answer as they broke apart. Harry set down a quill and a bottle of ink on the table. Of course she would need them to do her homework.

"So where did you two come from?" 'Mione asked, genially curious. She hadn't gotten a chance to look at their schedules yet. She had absolutely no idea what classes they had when, or which classes they had together.

"Transfiguration," Harry said simply. "We where heading to supper but decided to drop by and see if you were awake yet. We have Divination afterwards."

"I wonder what premonition that old goose will come up with next," Hermione spoke, referring to Trelawney. "Now that Voldemort is dead, she can't really predict that you will die a tragic death, now, can she?"

"Unless she says that I get trampled over by a giant or something." joked the scar-boy. (Hee, my own personal nickname for him)

"In that case," put in Ron," We had best go and tell Hagrid to keep Grawp a distance from here." They all shared a loud fit of laughter which made the other boy stir once again.

"Shoo!" Madam Pomfrey suddenly came rushing out of her office, waving her arms wildly at Harry and Ron. "Get out! How am I supposed to take care of my patients if you lot keep pestering them? How are they supposed to get the rest they need!?" She demanded, being careful not to break a bottle of honey colored liquid that resided in her left hand. She apparently didn't expect an answer. With one last glance at Hermione, Ron and Harry left.

"Finally!" She breathed, turning to the Gryffindor girl. Hermione had taken out her Potions book and a piece of parchment. She was already jotting down notes. "Oh no you don't," Pomfrey said, pouring some of the medicine onto a spoon. "You need your rest, what with the sickness you've come up with." 'Mione opened her mouth to protest and to say that she needed to do her homework, but couldn't because the spoon was suddenly thrust into her mouth. It wasn't pulled back out until Madam Pomfrey was certain that she had gulped it all down. Within minutes Hermione was once again asleep.

Draco sighed as he and Pansy made there way down to the Great Hall for lunch. Blaise and Crabbe had been sent to serve a lunch detention while Goyle was in a small tutoring session with Snape. They had left him all alone with this nuisance.

"…So I was thinking that maybe you could give me a few pointers on my essay tonight?" Pansy asked, twirling a short strand with one finger. She blinked over-mascara done eyelashes at him.

"Sorry, I'm busy tonight." He told her shortly. "I'm going to the owlry. There's an important message I have to send." Pansy looked crestfallen at first, but then brightened. She obviously didn't realize that he had lied to her.

"Maybe tomorrow then."

Draco nodded as they passed an open door that led to the Hospital Wing. A movement caught his eye and he slowed his pace down a bit. It was Granger.

A feeling of guilt passed through Draco when he saw her. She seemed to be resting peacefully except for the fact that she was constantly coughing in her sleep. And that she did look rather sick.

Deep in his own thoughts, Draco didn't even know that there was a wall in front of it until it slammed into him. Or rather, he slammed into it. His books and papers that he had been carrying spilled out onto the ground, his inkwells shattering.

"Oh!" Pansy gasped, stopping. "Do you want some help?"

Draco looked over at her and answered, "No thanks, Pansy. You go on ahead and save a spot for me." He winked at her as he said this. Not because he liked her, but just so she would be out of his hair.

"Okay!" She answered, her eyes shining at her new task, She waved backwards at Draco then rushed off into the crowd of hungry students.

Sighing happily, the Slytherin Prince bent over to retrieve his things. He quickly stacked up his books then after a few Repairo charms, he soon had his inkwells. Unfortunately he could not replace the ink that had seeped from the shards of glass. He would need to buy more during the Hogsmade weekend that was supposed to take place in a few weeks.

Once he had gathered all of his things Draco quickly looked around. Only a few remaining students were in the corridor now, but they were far ahead of him. Smirking, he turned around and walked silently back from the way he had come, stopping when he reached the door to the Hospital Wing.

There he saw Granger, laying in the second closest bed to the door. Her sleeping body was turned on its side to face the doorway. A pang of guilt shot through Draco, yet it only lasted for a moment. His breath hitched thought at the very thought of being able to feel that emotion. At the sound, he saw Granger's eyelids flutter. He quickly turned and, walking in a steady stride, headed for the Great Hall.

When 'Mione first awake it was as if she was looking into a cloud of fog that seemed to stretch out far and wide. She could make out a faint outline of a body, but for only a moment, before it disappeared. Later Hermione would question if she had really seen it at all or if it had been a hallucination.

She sat up quickly and rubbed her eyes before a feeling of nausea overcame her. 'I sat up to fast,' she thought, clutching an unsteady stomach. She took her hands away when she saw Madam Pomfrey leave her office. If 'Mione wanted to get out today, then she couldn't show the faintest trace of illness.

"How are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey asked, holding a hand up to the Gryffindor's forehead. "You don't feel warm…" She trailed off without waiting for an answer.

"Alright," she finally said after a few wordless moments. "You may go, Miss Granger, but tomorrow morning and for the rest of the week, I want you to come and see me before and after classes. Understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am." 'Mione said respectively. After thanking Madam Pomfrey she grabbed her books then headed for the Gryffindor Common Room.

There wasn't anyone in the halls, so Hermione figured that they were all in the Great Hall. Judging by the black sky it was night time. 'Maybe I should just go to dinner…' she thought. After a few moments of pondering she turned and headed for the Hall.

The Great Hall was filled to the brim when Hermione reached it. She hurriedly went to take an empty seat at the Gryffindor table. Heads turned as she walked by. Obviously people knew what had happened to her.

"'Mione!" A red haired girl called. She had her hand on an empty seat next to her. Across form Ginny, Harry and Ron were waving her over as well. "I see that you're feeling better!"

"Yes," Hermione laughed. "A lot, thanks." Glancing up at the head table, she saw six people up there. Five girls and a boy. "Who are they?" She asked her friends.

Ron shrugged. "We don't know. They were standing up there when we entered the Hall." Ron nodded his head at the Headmaster. "Dumbledore will probably explain though."

As if on cue, Dumbledore stood up. Everyone in the room quieted, even the noisy Slytherins, who Hermione guessed were making fun of the people at the front. Every person in the Hall turned their focus to the front.

"Ehem," the Headmaster cleared his throat, even though it wasn't necessary. "As you all have probably noticed, we have some new students. Three of these young ladies have transferred from a school in France, and two have transferred from Japan. Mr. Frenne has transferred from Durmstrang." He nodded his head towards the doors and Professor McGonagall entered, carrying a stool with the famous Sorting Hat on it. She gave the instructions to the transfers, then took out a short piece of parchment.

"Akino, Mizui."

Mizui blushed a deep crimson color when she was the first called up. Judging by her looks, Hermione guessed that she was in sixth year.

"Hmm…." The hat pondered. "Ravenclaw!"

The crowd of Ravenclaws stood and cheered for their newest friend, welcoming her with open arms. Mizui was blushing even more red, if that was even possible, as she made her way to sit with the smart kids.

One of the French girls was up this time. "Deamono, Karyne!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Freanne, David," went to Slytherin and "Makizi, Miu" joined the Gryffendors. There were only two girls left. One girl, who was oddly familiar to Hermione, sat on the stool. She must have known that her name would be called next.

"Malfoy, Aurora."

The Great Hall went deathly silent.

Draco instantly looked up when he heard his twin sister's name called. He hadn't been paying any attention and hadn't even realized that his own sister stood up there. Pansy gave him a look, asking why he had never told her that he had a sister, but he ignored her. He, and what was the whole of the Great Hall, watched and awaited to see what house she would be in.

"Hmm…." Murmured the Sorting Hat as soon as he was on Aurora's head. "This one is difficult…. VERY difficult." Aurora bit her bottom lip, wanting desperately to know if she would be put with her brother. "You will reside in…"

"GRYFFENDOR!"

A/N: So what did you all think about this twist? I really like it and am now double proud of myself! I still want to know what you all think, so PLEASE review! And thanks a lot to the people who already have told me your feelings on this fic!

Kisses!

-Kai