Prepare yourself for another boring chapter. Because this is definitely not one.

Chapter goes to: thesporktheives- for being all magical-like. And because that's a girl who really knows where her towel is.

"Are you sure that's the best idea, darling?" Pansy whispered to Blaise from their seats in Potions class. Despite the fact that the Amortentia project was over, Draco hadn't demanded his old seat back yet, so the arrangement stayed like this. Needless to say, this made Blaise rather grateful for his friend.

"Positive. He wouldn't do anything that bad, my sweet. He would never," Blaise protested.

"How strong is the jinx in the first place? I've only ever heard of it once."

"I'll explain it for you then, Love. The Jelly-brain Jinx just gives the victim a slight… brain impediment. They can't think quite as well and their reason is way off. It's like they got drunk without the silliness or loss of coordination. To people on the outside, it just seems as if they're having an off day; but in reality, their reason and thought process has been tampered with," Blaise explained. "In this case, by yours truly."

"Sounds brilliant, honey! For casting on a mudblood maybe, but Draco? What reason on earth could you have for that nonsense?"

"I can't tell you," Blaise insisted.

"You can tell me anything, Hunbuns," Pansy dared, "You know that."

"And I really wish I could. Believe me, you would get a frigging kick out of it," Blaise insisted, chuckling. "But I can't. He's my best mate, Pansy, and I'm sure you'll find out all in good time," he alluded.

"Well then I guess I'm going to have to trust you for now," Pansy said before giving him a quick kiss on the lips, "But only because I love you, cookie."

"And I you, pumpkin," he said, kissing her back.

"There will be no kissing in my classroom; Amortentia or not, Parkinson." At Pansy's uninterested look, Slughorn added snidely, "That'll be 15 points from Slytherin."

The two lovers automatically stopped and pretended to be working for a second until Slughorn turned back to the board. "So you cast a spell on Draco that clouds his judgement while he's still half in love with Granger? I still don't think this sounds like a good idea, Blaise."

Blaise hesitated, thinking to himself for a moment. "Would you be more surprised or angry if Draco actually fell in love with a mudblood?"

"More surprised than angry, I guess. I mean it's his choice," Pansy explained. "Why? Did he?"

"I think he may," Blaise reasoned, "if we let him. Right now I'm pretty sure he feels all the pressure of being a Slytherin, a pure-blood wizard and not to mention a Malfoy. If it actually happened, his father may kill him! That's why we need to do our best to make him feel like there's no trouble about it. The more people that accept him, the more he'll be willing to let it happen."

"'Let it happen', Blaise? Really? Shouldn't we be doing everything to prevent it? Like you said, his father would kill him! Not to mention he'd be a blood traitor, Slytherin traitor and an outcast. Why wouldn't we just stamp out the flame while it's still controllable embers? That's what a good friend would do."

"A good friend would accept him no matter what he chooses to do in life; whether we think it's best for him or not. And if he was so inclined to choose Granger, I would be there for him just like I am now."

"How is casting a reason-clouding jinx on him 'being there for him'?" Pansy argued.

"Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands in the terms of love. I think that the lack of judgment may just push him to take that extra step he's been holding out on so far. Maybe he'll blurt out his deepest secrets—God hopes he doesn't—or maybe, he'll just do something… he normally wouldn't," Blaise hinted.

"You really do sincerely care for him, don't you, honey?"

"No matter what he does, he's still my best mate, darling. I'll protect him just like I'll protect you."

"Maybe you do love me," Pansy said sarcastically.

"Eh, maybe."

At the end of class, I realized just how long it may take me to get to the tower with my knees reversed. The bell rang, and as the students were leaving, I haphazardly tried to shove all of my stuff together. In a normal case, Ron would have helped me out, smiling and saying something close to an attempt at wittiness about my knees. But today, he had his Sally-Anne who seemed to never come off the effects of the potion. Even as I was doing this, I could hear people gossiping about them.

"I thought that Weasley boy liked Granger. Pity that Perks had to come into it all. A duo in the golden trio sure would have been nice."

"You know he re-drugged her, right?"

"No!"

"I know! I was told he had an extra vial of the stuff and slipped it into her sandwich. How crude!"

I rolled my eyes at their nonsense. I mean, I didn't know for sure if what they were saying was completely false, but I put Ron past that—albeit not too far past it. Draco stayed behind for a moment more than normal, no doubt reveling in my incapability to walk normally.

"Shove it, Malfoy," I muttered at him under my breath.

He gasped fakely and tried to mimic me, "Since when are we back on a last name basis?"

"Since when did you turn into a whiny little prick again?"

"Aww… The smart one's back with her snarky insults again. I missed that," he paused after stopping only a step or two away from me, "Hermione."

A chill went through me, no doubt because of my new lack of tights. Corridors were constantly windy; I mean, have you ever seen a Hogwarts student with a cloak that wasn't billowing out behind them? I finished packing up and tried to brush Draco harshly with my shoulder as I walked by. But to brush someone on a walk-by takes for the person to be able to walk. I was trying to take my first few steps, leaning forward to compensate for the lack of balance in my legs. I still planned on roughly shoulder-bumping him, so my body fell forward and toward the ground.

Draco made no effort to help me as I fell—in fact, he stood towering above me with a better-than-you smile. The miniature books in my hands as well as all of the contents from my cloak pockets spewed across the floor, going everywhere. As Draco and I were the only ones in the room at the time, I wasn't expecting any help cleaning the mess up as I crawl-snaked to my stuff a few feet ahead.

"Now that's just pathetic," Draco said without the normal high and mighty look on his face. He brought out his wand and next thing I knew my knees were the right way around again.

"Thanks," I replied. But feeling too nice, I added a little. "Arse."

I looked up at him to gauge his reaction, but he was staring at something on the floor. He bent over and picked it up, looking at it and suddenly grabbing my arms and sending me hard against the wall. He had seriously pinned me against the stone wall with no chance of my escape.

"What's your problem?" I yelled at him.

"You frigging re-drugged me, bint!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, more exasperated than angry.

Still holding me up with a knee and one arm, he opened his hand that had previously been pinning my other arm. In it was a little vial with contents that I knew well. "This is what I'm talking about, Granger. And you bloody well know it!" Draco accused.

"That has gone completely unused in my pocket! I only used it to help Ronald with his potion on the first day of the assignment. Now get off me, prat!" I demanded, attempting to fight myself free. But Draco wouldn't budge.

"I don't believe you one bit, trainspotter!"

"How dare you call me that! And on false pretences as well! What on earth would give you the idea that I had re-drugged you?"

Draco's face paled and his grip loosened, giving me time to think for a moment. "Unless…" I started, a bit horrified at my discovery, "You still feel something for me."

"Of course not!"

"Then why else would you think I re-drugged you?" I demanded, trying hard to find the answer, "Admit it, Draco! You're just trying to find an excuse for it!"

"No, the potion just hasn't completely worn off yet!" Draco replied harshly, "That has to be it."

"It only takes one day, Draco."

"Well maybe I'm special, Hermione!" Draco said, fishing desperately for some way to win the argument.

"Honestly, Draco, just admit it!" I ordered, "You just like me! That's all there is to it and you can let me down!" I started kicking my legs around, attempting to wriggle free. After hearing this, Draco took the aggressive look off of his face.

"Screw you," he said, bringing himself up and toward me in one swift motion. Next thing I knew, I was being kissed. Draco was kissing me.

And just like that, I was kissing Draco Malfoy. The one least likely person I would ever kiss in my life. With that last 'screw you' it was happening and couldn't be erased.

As if I wanted it to be.

Finally? :D HUGE fight next chapter, so stay tuned for more~