I got a bit discouraged with the reviews on the last chapter. They kissed! There were about 3000 hits, but only about 7 reviews. If you're deciding whether or not to review, please do! Just because I've never really said anything about it before, I feel like I need to say how happy they make me. About 15 story alerts make me as happy as one review, and they really encourage me~

Chapter goes to: TeenTypist- For making me giggle XD And despite the fact that she's reviewed on almost every chapter since chapter 3, I haven't dedicated any of them to her yet! Well deserved, and I had that joke in two chapters, so you pretty much read my mind 0.0

"So, has anything exciting happened to you today?" Blaise asked Draco when they were back in the dormitories, getting ready to sleep.

"Nothing in particular," Draco replied.

"Hmm... How odd."

Draco froze and glared at him for a moment, "Odd how?"

"Just thought you might have done something you wouldn't normally do. Impulse, you know," he hinted, while putting a sleep shirt on.

As soon as he could see past the neck of his shirt, Draco was right by him and had cornered him against the wall between two beds. "How do you know?"

"Know what?" Blaise asked coyly, hoping to get the answer by pretending to know it already.

"I'm not playing around, mate. Who the bloody hell told you?" Draco demanded, losing his temper.

"You."

"I never said anything!"

"You just did, mate," Blaise replied with a wink. "So what'd you do? It had to do with Granger, I suppose?"

"Blaise," Draco started, retreating from the corner a bit, "I can't tell you; I can't tell anyone or it would be my hide. You know?"

"You kissed her," he stated.

"Yes!" Draco sighed back quickly, glad for the relief of the fact. "And I don't even know why!"

"Well did you like it?"

"Well, it—wait! What kind of a question is—"

"Did you?"

"Well, I mean, it's Granger. It's as good as it can get for someone like her."

"And that means?"

Draco hesitated, gauging his friend's reaction. He settled down, sitting on his bed with his face turning red before answering. "I kissed her and ran away, okay? I had no clue why I did it or how she would respond, so I just bolted out of the room!"

"Wuss," Blaise accused.

"I know," Draco groaned. "Next time, there's no freaking way I'm doing anthing like that."

"Next time, Draco? Getting rather hopeful now, aren't we?"

Draco, instead of blushing, just plopped on his bed. "I feel so stupid. I haven't the slightest clue why I did it. The cons way outweigh the pros."

"And that's exactly why you did it."

"That's a load of cack, mate. You're being rather cryptic today, and I don't like it."

Not listening to his friend, Blaise went on. "One would say that your reason and judgment were clouded by, say, a Jelly-Brain Jinx?"

"You would never," Draco said incredulously. At the lack of a denial he added, "You would never or you're being hexed right now, no matter how good of a friend you are." At Blaise's smug look, he continued, "What the hell did you do that for?"

"You."

"I can tell you right now it wasn't for me."

"You wanted to kiss her, so you did. Did you think of your blood status or father once while doing it?" Blaise gave Draco a moment to think. "You're welcome."

"How on earth can you justify jinxing me by that flimsy excuse? Damnit, Zabini!" he yelled angrily, standing up from his bed. "God, can I not trust anyone here?" Draco exclaimed, not quite looking Blaise in the eye.

"I think you're overreacting, mate," Blaise said with a hostile tone.

"And you're underreacting! You may have just ruined my life! Or if my father finds out—ended it!" Draco seemed to be sincerely losing it. "I just… I put you past that, Blaise. I could fucking swear you were my friend. For years upon farking years now."

"And I could have sworn you weren't such a drama queen," Blaise snorted, not taking the situation quite as seriously as Draco wanted him to.

Draco grabbed a pillow and his coat, leaving the dormitory. "I knew you were a Slytherin, but this is far past any normal betrayal."

With that, Draco stormed out of the room, getting a few odd stares from Slytherins in the common room who had heard some of the exchange. He had never hated his conniving house as much as he did now.

I'd rather sleep in the fucking dungeons.

"Ginny!" I called once I entered the common room. First, second and forth years had classes now, so the common room was near empty.

Her little carrot-top head poked up from the couch like it always does when I call her. I kept walking up to the girls' dormitories, knowing she would follow.

We walked up to the shared room as I took the video bug off of my chest. "Take your bug."

"Why? I thought you were supportive of the blackmail," Ginny inquired, quite obviously confused.

"Believe me, you have all the blackmail you could ever need," I hinted.

"I take it something happened between you and Draco."

"Personally, I'm just surprised you haven't watched it yet!"

Ginny smiled at me before taking a small item out of her pocket and murmuring, "Bogies." The events of the day appeared almost like a hologram in front of her.

"Isn't there a way to fast forward this thing?" I asked in exasperation.

"Fast forward?"

"Oh! It's part of that thing your father brought home last winter from the muggle studies. You've seen a television before, I know. Fast forward is what you use to speed up what's happening on the television."

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about. Actually, this little beetle here," she said, motioning to what she had brought out of her pocket, "should have everything I need."

She waved her wand and the hologram moved faster. I was almost to potions class when I yelled, "Right here! Stop, now."

I watched myself going through the class; knowing what was going to happen on the hologram only made it worse the second time through.

"Thanks, Arse." I heard myself say.

"Hermione swearing? I can't believe I ever missed this!" Ginny exclaimed quickly, still turned toward the hologram. She kept narrating as the class went on. "He called you a trainspotter? How crude!"

Then it got to the part I was slightly dreading to watch with my friend.

"Screw you."

I was about to look away, embarrassed, but found myself still looking at the hologram. Looking back on a surprised—and being kissed—Hermione made me even more abashed than before. Ginny paused the video, looking at me with a gaping mouth.

"Way to go, 'Mione!"

"Well it obviously wasn't on my behalf. It was all Draco, really," I said as an excuse, looking slightly at the hologram. I came face to face with my face, no matter how odd that sounds. "Is that really what I look like being kissed?" I exclaimed, finding the face I was currently making obscene.

"Oh, don't worry. It gets better with practice. Which I'm sure you're going to be getting a lot of now."

Instead of arguing, I decided to stick with the point of reason. "Keep watching the video. It gets fairly obvious that I'm not getting any more practice any time soon."

Ginny played the video and watched in awe as Draco suddenly backed away from me, grabbed his book in one hand and bolted from the room.

"He ran away," she said, completely unamused. "He freaking ran away?" She yelled, extremely unsatisfied at the video.

"Yup," I replied, leaning back against the bed. She decided to lean back with me.

After what seemed like a minute of just laying there, she spoke again. "So that's that, hunh?"

"Yup. That's that."

"So… is it true? Quite the pair of lips?"

Instead of dodging the question or freaking out like I normally might, I just answered her straight. "Yup. But again, that's that."

"Well 'that' is only 'that' if you let it be. 'That' can be whatever you make it! You could actually turn it into something big!" she said optimistically.

"I'm not the one to choose. It's all on Draco now."

"Then God hopes he goes somewhere with it and steps up to be a man. For once in his life." I snorted as she suddenly stood up. "Now you have 3 hours until I get back. And when I do, you better be either reading or sleeping. Got it?"

"And where are you going?"

"To Harry, of course," She said with a smile, though I could tell she was lying through her teeth.

"Have fun!"

"Always."

It wasn't long before Ginny had gotten to the place she was headed for. A few distractions had happened (one named Harry Potter of course), making her trip a bit over an hour long. Not quite knowing if it would work or not, she knocked on the stone right next to a portrait.

"What was that for?" the portrait shrieked.

"Would you rather me knock on you?" Ginny replied threateningly.

"No respect," the portrait murmured before being opened by a third year.

Looking Ginny up and down snobbishly, he asked, "Would you like something?"

Ginny flashed her wand threateningly at the young Slytherin.

"Get me Zabini."

Dun, dun, duuuuun~ Next chapter gets conniving and very… Slytherin of me.

For reviewers: What is the most 'Slytherin' thing you've ever done? I want to know the level of evil in my readers :D

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