[Draco]
It felt like years before I went back to the hotel with Pansy, Theo and Blaise. They had dragged me all around the city: Theo to check out some video games, Blaise and I to watch a movie, while Pansy made me go through a 'Tunnel of Love' attraction with her. It was just a sick, twisted, boring version of hell.

"So," Pansy smirked. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Hahaha," I laughed sarcastically. "No."

"What do you mean no?" she yelled, punching me. "I was nice to you, and this is what I get, you filthy little bastard?"

"I didn't enjoy it," I sighed, grabbing her fist. "'Cause I don't like you."

"I knew that, you twat."

"So why are you so shocked?"

"I'm likeable."

"Screw family ties."

"Are you insulting our families, Malfoy?"

"No, Parkinson. I just don't like it that we have to be... acquaintances."

"Same thing. But back to the point. Why do you hate me?"

"You're rude, ugly, spiteful, you lie, you bully, not to mention countless other things..."

"Ha! Then, what does that make Granger?"

"Beautiful, intelligent, friendly, sensitive and caring. Not to mention other things..."

"But I am all those things!" Pansy yelled in desperation.

There was a pause between us.

"You know what, Pansy? You are. But I'm still not going out with you," I smiled.

"Why is that?" she replied in anger.

I took a deep breath, and I said some of the most beautiful words I could have ever said in my life.

"You're not Hermione Granger."

[Hermione]
I was on the way back to the villa, smiling with glee. Ginny, Luna, Lavender and I had watch all the episodes of Buffy we could think of and now I get to go back to the villa and sleep it all off. But then, I bumped into Pansy.

"Watch it!" she yelled, rude as per usual.

"You watch it!" I screamed back, and I continued to walk away from her, head held high.

"I need to talk to you, Granger!" she yelled back at me.

"What is it?" I asked, walking back to her.

"Malfoy and I aren't together anymore."

I raised my eyebrow.

"What's wrong? He's too annoying for you?" I laughed.

"No! He'll never be annoying for me!" Pansy screeched.

"Really?"

"Of course! And... I hate to tell you this, but I have to anyway."

"Why bother telling me, then?" I sighed, and I continued to walk. Pansy then grabbed my hand.

"Don't be mad at him," she said knowingly at me.

"Why?" I asked.

Pansy took a deep breath, and she looked like she was going to be sick.

"He has a big crush on you."

With that, Pansy turned around and left bitterly, shivering.

I have never felt happier.

I watched Draco sit on the couch lazily, with a plain shirt and trousers. He looked like he could puke any minute.

"So," I smirked, turning my face away from him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, smiling. "Pansy and I just broke up. She's a terrible rat."

I nodded, smirking behind his back. I know.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Of course!" I smiled. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Nothing," he whispered.

I turned around, and I saw him thinking intensively. "You want to say something, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," he whispered, even quieter this time.

I walked to him, and I sat down next to him. I then stroked his shoulder. What was odd about it was I could feel his tone of muscle, and it was strangely comforting.

"Are-are you alright?" I asked.

[Draco]
"Yeah," I replied, shaking. As much as I hated to admit it, Hermione was stroking my shoulder in an oddly comfortable way.

"You're not," she sighed. "Don't lie."

"I am!" I yelled.

"I'm bloody persistant," she smirked.

"Alright then!" I replied, remembering the first dinner we had. "I'm not!"

There was a pause.

"I've been having nightmares," I shivered. "Really weird ones."

"That's odd," she replied, leaning on my shoulder. "I've been having odd nightmares too."

"I guess I'm not crazy."

"You never were."

"Yeah."

We turned around to look at each other, and there came these memories, flooding back again.

I could remember the first time I met her, and the time she slapped me in third year. I could remember her being smarter than I was (which was (and still is) true) and all the times we glared at each other. I could remember telling on her in fifth year when I was in the Inquisitorial Squad because she was part of Dumbledore's Army. I could remember... everything.

"Draco?" Hermione whispered. "D'you remember me?"

"Of course I do!" I replied. "I just can't believe I hated you just because you're Muggleborn."

"Oh Merlin!" she shrieked. "Me neither!"

We flung our arms around each other, crying in absolute madness. We were apologizing for everything we did to each other in that other universe. All the insults, all the fighting, all the madness... everything.

"I have something to tell you," I replied, moving away from Hermione.

"What?" she asked, curiously and intently.

"Well, for the past couple of days. I've been thinking..."

"Thinking of what?"

"I'm going to tell you in a minute! Remember when Pansy and I were... 'going out'? Well, blame Blaise! Blame him for all the fiascos that have been happening! He told me that if I didn't pretend to go out with her, he'd ask you out."

"He did?"

"Of course! And I don't know about you, but I don't think you two would look good together."

"I agree with you! I don't like him. I... I like someone else."

"Who is it?"

"I... can't tell you."

"Well, I'm going to ask the person I like to go out with me. Right now."

Hermione smiled, "Well... go on then!"

"W-will," I whispered, clearing my throat. "Will you go out with me?"

"Yes!" she screamed. "Yes!"

We flung our arms around each other, crying with joy.

I then got up, turned on my CD and selected the right track. Then, a violin solo came onto the room. Hermione raised her eyebrow, looking confused, but I held out my hand and she took it.

Years ago, when I was younger,

I kinda liked a girl I knew,

She was mine, and we were sweethearts,

That was then, but then it's true.

"What on earth is this?" Hermione whispered, looking at the CD. I ignored her and started twirling her around the room. She appeared to be anjoying herself, since she was twirling round and round the room, laughing and screaming.

I'm in love with a fairytale,

Even though it hurts,

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind,

I'm already cursed.

"Aren't you good at the Viennese Waltz?" she flirtatiously laughed at me.

"Oh aren't I?" I smirked, thinking about my waltzing background.

Everyday we started fighting.

Every night we fell in love.

No one else could make me sadder

No one else could lift me high above

I don't know what I was doing

And suddenly we fell apart,

Nowadays I cannot find her

But when I do, we'll get a brand new start.

"Oh Malfoy," Hermione giggled, twirling around my wrist. "You and your cryptic lyrics."

"At least they're not as cryptic as you!" I joked. She then punched my shoulder lightly, while I pretended to yelp in pain.

I'm in love with a fairytale,

Even though it hurts,

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind,

I'm already cursed.