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Bursting through the portrait hole of the Fat Lady, Harry, Ginny and Ron crashed onto the couch thanking Merlin that lessons were over with for this week.

"So... What to do before dinner?" Ginny asked looking at her perfect boyfriend Harry with undisguised hunger in her blue eyes and a playful smile upon her face.

"I can think of a few things to do," Harry answered with his own wicked grin and nodded his head in the direction of the stairs.

Ron rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to shudder a little (she was still his sister after all) as Ginny and his best mate ran up the stairs and out of his sight. Sighing in his languor he left the Gryffindor common room in a slow amble. Harry and my sister are busy doing Merlin knows what and Hermione has her own problems with Malfoy, he thought as he rounded a corner and slammed into something, or more like someone.

Parkinson.

"Watch were you're going!" shouted the Slytherin girl, lifting herself off of the floor and not bothering to look up at Ron as she continued walking with a low stream of cussing emitting from between her lips.

He watched Parkinson walk away a little bemused and sure that the only way that she would be acting that way was because she was pmsing and needed some of those muggle pills that Dean was always talking about called chill.

Ron tried to walk away from the cow but was blocked by a wall that seemed to be completely invisible. "What the fuck?!" He heard Parkinson yell as she too hit an intangible barrier and turned around to see the Snake hitting the hard air with her fist.

Ron was more than a little confused as to why Parkinson and himself were stuck between a pair of invisible walls, after all, the only time something ridiculous like this ever happened was when damned Dumbledore decided to put up cursed mistletoe at Christmas.

"Well well, it would seem that someone is stuck under my little trap," came the cackling of an upside down Peeves, black haired and dressed in loud outlandish clothes which included, but was not restricted to, a bell covered hat and a bright orange bow tie.

"Peeves, what the hell did you do?" Pansy yelled as best she could after a day that had been filled with crying. "I demand that you let me and Weasel go right now!"

"No can do Ms. Parkinson. You see Dumbledore is all for the interhouse unity crap and I'm simply doing my part to help," the poltergeist said, floating around her.

"What the hell do you mean 'doing your part'?" Ron demanded, butting in as he took five angry steps towards the place where Peeves and Parkinson were.

The little ghost looked at him with mischief in his eyes. "Well, you see this trap can only trap two people that are of the opposite sex, in rival houses and who hate each other with a passion."

"Ok..." Ron began, taking a deep breath and trying not to lose his temper. "Now that you have as stuck here with no escape, what do we have to do to get out?"

"Well... You see I didn't really think that far into the plan..." Peeves trailed off as he and Parkinson took to glaring at one another before both deciding on glaring at the translucent man that was causing all of their problems.

The Slytherin tapped her foot impatiently saying, "well it's just too bad that you didn't plan for this, now just let us go." She crossed her arms in annoyance.

Peeves smirked knowing that he could make them do anything that he wanted to do while they were inside his little trap and that if they didn't, then the trap would simply shrink until they complied with his wishes. Ron and Parkinson were in for a lot of trouble.

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Outside in the courtyard Blaise was locked in Lala Land dreaming about that very odd Ravenclaw girl who had caught his attention. Only for him to be kicked and have the wind knocked out of him as something landed upon him.

Luna Lovegood had been having the time of her life picking up the acorns that were being thrown at Crabbe and Goyle, having decided already that she would make a new necklace out of them; that was until the moment when, walking backwards, she hit something solid and landed right on top of whatever it had been that made her trip.

Blaise's ocean blue eyes snapped open in pain but got the most pleasant surprise of his life when he saw just who it was who had landed on top of him. "Lovegood," he gasped, trying to regain his breath.

"Oh hello Blaise," Luna said, a little put out as she watched all the acorns that she had collected go soaring into the air and land scattered all over the place.

"What's wrong?" The Snake asked, watching the small frown that had formed on Luna's face, as he sat up quickly, forcing the Ravenclaw onto his lap rather that his stomach.

"Oh... It's nothing," Luna smiled, getting up off of Blaise, him standing with her. "I was just going to make myself a new necklace so that I could wear it for my birthday on Sunday, but the acorns that I had went flying everywhere."

Blaise almost smiled as he thought of how cute she was as she looked down at her hands; then he remembered that she had just said that her birthday was on Sunday... Valentine's Day.

"Wait, your birthday is on Valentine's Day Lovegood," he questioned, watching her every move.

The blonde nodded. "Yes. I turn eighteen on Sunday the Fourteenth of February at 2:43pm, because that was the time that I was born at.

Blaise snorted at her precision as he looked down at the necklace that was in his right hand then back up at Luna. "Can I give you an early birthday present Lovegood?" he asked, walking beside her as she nodded. Standing behind her, Blaise slowly moved Luna's long blonde locks over her left shoulder and out of his way; she shivered as he asked her to relax and close her eyes and he put the Raven's old necklace upon her, kissing her neck as he did so.

Luna gasped, opening her grey eyes in disbelief as Blaise did this and looked down to find her old necklace had been returned to her. Blaise himself could hardly believe what he had just done as the beautiful blonde turned around to look up at him with a smile on her features. "Thanks for the gift," she said as he nodded and turned to leave, only to find that Luna had grabbed his arm to stop him.

The Snake looked down at her confused as she came towards him, her heart beating so very fast. "Your birthday's in May, right?" she asked.

"How do you know that?" Blaise questioned nonplussed as he knew that he had only ever told Draco the date of his birthday: May 22nd.

Luna just smiled as she got onto her tippy toes and whispered that it was a lucky guess in his ear before she kissed him full on the lips. Blaise responded the moment the girl's lips touched his and he found himself kissing her with a passion that he didn't realise that he had in himself, as he put his arms around Luna's slim waist.

A long slow kiss led to the Raven pulling away, smiling as he moaned at the loss, and saying, "happy early birthday Blaise." She dropped her arms from around his neck but his own arms just encircled her tighter, refusing to let her go.

"You think that after that breathtaking kiss that I'm going to let you leave just like that? Oh... I don't think so," the Slytherin exclaimed, kissing Luna's forehead as she giggled.

"Well... You're are going to have to let go sooner or later because dinner starts in ten minutes."

Luna wondered vaguely when it was that the sun had gone down and the people around them had left the grounds—she hadn't noticed any of it, and that was most unlike her.

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Hermione made her way to the Great Hall, not wanting to frequent the Gryffindor common room at that moment, after Madam Pince had ordered her to leave the library as all she was doing was staring into space and not completing her homework or reading a book. Reaching her desitnation she saw Crabbe, Goyle and Bulstrode waiting for dinner to start at the table next to her own, where the Fat Weasley Twins sat with their respective girlfriends and no Carrow Twins to be seen. The Ravenclaw table was as full as always (Ravenclaws always liked to be at dinner ten minutes before it actually started) and the Hufflepuff table was strangely empty, the only one in the room to be so.

Taking a seat at her table Hermione sighed and thought about Draco and that kiss that they had almost shared.

Thinking on the same train of thought as Hermione, Draco was walking up for dinner from the Slytherin common room, reliving the moment that he had almost kissed Hermione Granger and wishing that he could just hide from her forever.

Turning a corner Draco found a large group of Hufflepuffs surrounding something. Curious Draco went to investigate like any good Head Boy should, pushing the other students out of his way and coming to a stop as he found Weasel and Pansy chest to chest, yelling at something above their heads.

The Slytherin boy couldn't help but smirk as he saw Peeves laughing at the pair of angered students below him.

"I told you two, you just have to do what I asked you to do and then I can let you go," Peeves snickered as Draco watched, his amusement written all over his face as Pansy and Weasely gave one another disgusted looks.

"I'm not putting my lips on her disgusting skin!" Weasel shouted while Pansy glared daggers at him.

The Lion grew redder as Pansy retorted. "Like I want to touch your disgusting poor skin either - I think NOT!"

Draco was starting to bore so asked what it was that Ron and Pansy had to do in order to be set free. The answer that he received was that the pair had to give each other hickey's on their necks.

Draco walked as close to Weasel and Pansy as was possible with the barriers. "Well get on with it," he told them, crossing his arms and smirking, "we don't have all day and you're going to make the Hufflepuffs miss their dinner."

"But Drakeypoo..." Pansy tried to protest, only to have the Gryffindor cut her off as he put his mouth against the side of her neck in a kissing shape - slightly open in the middle in an 'O' shape - and began sucking in, breaking the blood vessels under her skin. It didn't take long for the boy to hurt her skin enough to leave a circle of it bright red, maybe thirty seconds at the most. He pulled away and looked at the territorial mark on Pansy's neck with a smirk.

Pansy had closed her eyes as Weasley sucked on her neck, making the world disappear from around her and the crowds as well, before biting her bottom lip to stop herself from letting out a moan. As he withdrew Pansy touched the bruise that the Gryffindor had left on her, he looked up at her and smirked in amusement.

She turned to the Hufflepuffs, telling them that couldn't they 'fucking leave for dinner now' and making her eyes meet Draco's, who nodded not needing her to tell him anything as he read her message and left for dinner.

Pansy turned her head towards Ron, hunger visible in her eyes as she smirked back at him and attacked his neck, marking her territory. The invisible walls had dispersed and she made the Lion walk backwards into an empty classroom; the pair never made it to dinner that night.

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Walking over to his table after gazing at Hermione, who had turned away from him, Draco took his seat next to Neville Longbottom who was sitting next to his girlfriend Greengrass. Draco rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the ones who had just walked through the Great Hall's doors: Blaise Zabini was entering with his arm wrapped around Luna Lovegood, clearly not caring that everyone had ceased in their chatter as they ate just to watch in disbelief as it was made obvious that one of the hottest Slytherin's had been taken by the 'crazy Ravenclaw girl'.

"So it finally happened?" Draco asked with a smirk as he looked at the new couple sitting across from him. "Someone finally tamed the beast within you Blaise; good luck with that Lovegood."

"Shut up," Blaise said with a fake smile before quickly changing the topic. "Where's Pans at?" he asked.

"She's probably shagging Weasel somewhere," Draco muttered sulkily, making Blaise choke on his food.

"What?!" Blasie coughed while Lovegood rubbed his back and unhelpfully reiterated what Draco had said. "Yeh, I thought that I heard right," he murmured as he shook his head in the effort to get the image of Weasley and Pans having sex out of his mind. "So tell me what's up with you and Granger—have you asked her out yet?"

Draco looked down at his food. "I don't want to talk about it."

"She likes you; you do know that, right?" Lovegood exclaimed dreamily, though how anyone could manage to both be dreamy and excited at once was beyond him.

His head snapped up in her direction with confusion in his grey eyes. "What do you mean Lovegood?" He said. "She hates me, all she has done today is insult me and yell at me."

"She's being mean to you for a reason," Longbottom interrupted, turning to look at Draco who was on his left.

"And why is that Longbottom?" The Slytherin snarled, also turning so that he could face the unwelcome Gryffindor who was invading his table and destroying its sanctity.

It was very likely that Neville Longbottom would have been running for his life right now if it wasn't for the potion that the Weasley Twins had given the blond haired boy earlier this morning. As it was he didn't and merely smirked as he informed the simmering Snake that it was a 'holiday for Gryffindors'.

"What bloody holiday," Draco asked, remembering that Hermione had told him the same thing whilst they were in the kitchens at lunch time.

"Now... That I can't tell you," the Lion said finally as he turned his attention back to the younger Greengrass female.

There was nothing that Draco wanted more in that instant in to beat the crap out of Longbottom for having beat around the bush just as Hermione had, as he slammed his frustrated head upon the table with a groan.

Blaise looked at his suffering best mate and rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers to try and get the Lions attention. When he had he asked the boy, "how much do you want to tell us what the Gryffindor's special holiday is about?"

"I don't want you money but... Well I could certainly use a hand with getting Daphne out of mine and Astoria's hair," Longbottom said as he glanced up the Slytherin table to see the elder Greengrass glaring at him, hate in her eyes.

"Deal!" Draco exclaimed, his head snapping up to accept before Blaise could even think of answering.

"Well," Longbottom said, as he began to get up with Astoria, "Today is 'Impersonate a Slytherin Day'." He left, letting his words sink in to the minds of the Snakes who had heard him.

"That's why Granger and all the Gryffindors have been acting differently today" Blasie said amused as he stood up, "they were acting like us." He stated that he would go and take care of Daphne as he left the Great Hall with the odd Lovegood in his arms.

Draco glanced over at the Gryffindor tables and watched their behaviour as all the other Slytherins left to go back to the dorms, until the Lions too were gone and he was completely alone.

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Later on that very same night Draco and Hermione, as school heads, were to meet for the midnight rounds.

Draco waited for the Gryffindor down by the main stairs, sighing as the time passing grew evermore. "Where the hell is she?" He muttered to himself as he started to pace.

"She is right here," Hermione said coolly, leaning against a nearby wall, cloaked in shadow. The Slytherin's heart skipped a beat as he watched her push off from the stonework and approach him. "So are you ready to do our rounds," she questioned, not even looking at him.

Draco nodded as he began the patrol along the twilit corridor, the pairs wands at the ready for any unlucky out of bounds student to fall upon.

"So..." he began, "I finally found out what holiday today is."

Hermione looked up, shock in her coffee coloured irises plain for all the world to see. "What! Who told you?"

"Don't worry about who told me... So... Impersonate a Slytherin day huh?"

"Yeah," Hermione replied, looking into a classroom that was supposed to be empty to check that it was.

"Tell me who you were impersonating," Draco requested, stepping into the room and closing the oak door of the third floor study class behind him.

"Nope," Hermione said as Draco sat atop the teachers desk casually. "I'm not telling."

"Hmm... Let me guess then. You weren't Goyle or Crabbe, that must have been the Weasley Twins, or, should I say, the Fat Weasley Twins. Scar Head was Blaise because Blaise never speaks and Potter didn't say more than two words to me today—Weasel had to have been Parkinson for quite the obvious reasons. So... That just leaves me," Draco surmised as the Lion joined him on the mahogany desk.

"Yep, that leaves you," she agreed. "Did I do a good job?"

The boy in question smiled at her. "Yes, yes you did." He rose from his position on the desk and taking her hand in his, Hermione and Draco left the empty room, not making even ten steps before the Snake stopped walking and stood with an expression upon his face that said that he was currently fighting an internal battle against himself - and losing.

"What's wrong Draco," Hermione asked, concern laced in her voice, reaching out and placing a feather light touch on his face as he gazed down at her.

Draco swallowed as he looked into her eyes, seemingly bracing himself to speak. "I- I, I have to tell you something that's been bothering me for a very long time," he whispered softly.

Hermione put that Slytherin smirk back on her face even though the day had already expired and dropped her hands back to her sides. "Let me guess," she said, "you have loved me for as long as you can remember and it's been killing you because you could never have me and all you have ever wanted is for me to be yours."

"How- how did you know?" Draco asked shakily; mostly dumbstruck.

Hermione put her arms around his neck, her lips inches from his. "Let's just say that a little drunk birdy told me," she whispered moving even closer.

A loud thump interrupted their moment and Draco groaned as he rest his forehead against hers, causing her to giggle. Pulling away from him and slightly annoyed, the head girl strode to the next door along the hallway and threw it open... Only to find Daphne Greengrass and Cormac McLaggen going at it like bunnies.

"Oh. My. God." Hermione exclaimed, putting a hand up to cover her now damaged eyes and turning to close the door fast. This time it was Draco's turn to burst into laughter as he thought of just how fast Blaise had managed to take care of the older Greengrass for Longbbottom's sake as he walked beside the girl he cared for more than any other, to her portrait.

"I think that I'm done with patrolling tonight," she stated, clearly disturbed by what she had just seen - the Snake just snickered.

Hermione started to walk away from him but Draco wouldn't just let her leave. Grabbing her left arm and swinging her round, he pulled her up against him with one hand at her waist embracing her and leaned in to place a soft passionate kiss upon her lips. He ran his free fingers through her caramel locks, his fantasies being realised all at once in a single second as she didn't pull away but allowed her eyes to flutter closed, a contented sigh emitting from her chest. Slowly, so very slowly, he opened his lips with the Gryffindor following suit and began to explore each others warm mouths.

Eventually though gentle passion had to dissipate so that the pair could breath once more.

"I've been wanting to do that for years," Draco half gasped, his eyes still closed and so missing his partners blush.

Hermione played with his hair, her arms still around his neck as she spoke, "so, what are we now? Are we friends or what?"

"No, we are not friends," Draco said as he opened his slate eyes and looked down into the honey that was gazing up at him. "I want more than that."

Hermione smiled. "Really? Well then ask away Mr. Malfoy."

"Ok then. Ms. Granger, would you do me the honour of being me girlfriend?"

Confidence had shone in Draco's voice and it was cruel of Hermione to leave him hanging, so she answered pensively. "Well... I don't know, I don't really like dating Slytherin boys," she told him with a pause, "but I'm willing to give you a chance if you come with me to Luna's birthday party on Sunday."

"I would love to be your date," Draco replied, his smile more dazzling than any she had ever seen.

"Well, I guess that I will be seeing you on Sunday then... Boyfriend," the Gryffindor girls told him, giving him a chaste kiss upon the lips before she entered through the Gryffindor Tower portrait hole.

Draco walked back down towards the dungeons in a daze with an uncommonly large smile adorning his face, entering the common room and passing straight to his dorm. He went straight to sleep, thinking that Sunday couldn't come soon enough.

FIN

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