Well, only 1 person actually said that they didn't have a Pottermore account, so just contact me if you want one of them. BESIDES THAT! My friend from England came to visit me in my little stay here in the States. That was pretty cool! Ice cream, pasta and of course carrots! It was brilliant.

This chapter goes to: xXGoldie12Xx- because I really wanted to dedicate the last chapter to her, but I had already wrote it! And your review... just WAY to GO! :D And while I'm at it, I feel like I should dedicate it to ginger-joannie as well- just for saying 'toodles'... I really do love that word!

Oh! And I have a fun little story that I'll put at the doobliedoo below which relates to the slightly longer time it took to update. It was rather frightening but amazing :D

The day was passed rather easily; well, comparatively at least. All of this week, I had either been pissed out of my mind, happy, confused, pissed, shocked or, I don't know if I'd mentioned, pissed out of my mind. Draco and his deviousness had gotten on my nerves more times than Pansy could ever flip her hair—which just so happens to be extremely often.

In two days, it would be the one week anniversary of the start of the Amortentia project. Quite an accomplishment, really. And in four days, it would be the last day before holidays. It wasn't as if I was expecting anything exciting to happen in my life, but if it did, I figured it would have to be within those four days. It was nearly time to go to bed, and waking up would mean only three days. The excitement of God knows what was eating at me.

I changed out of my robes and into my sleep clothes, deciding to read in the common room until I got tired. I could never lie to myself and say I hadn't been thinking about Draco fairly often, but I could truthfully say that this was the only time I wasn't foaming at the mouth about it. Where his henchmen had gone during this whole project was beyond me. Maybe they had transferred out to become Death Eaters.

...Would Draco transfer out to be a Death Eater, as well?

It was a stupid thought. Of course I wouldn't see Crabbe or Goyle—it's not as if they take the same "smart people" classes as me. Wouldn't that be a sight to see! But the fact that Draco didn't seem to want to be a Death Eater was a serious difference between him and most Slytherins.

The situation reminded me of vegetarians. You see, there are some vegetarians that watch a documentary on how animals are slaughtered and, disgusted, they become vegetarians. Then there are some that are brought up by these vegetarians without meat. So when they finally are released into the world, they can't really digest meat. This is why they stay vegetarian.

Well that was amazingly stupid, I thought to myself. Not as if it wasn't true. Draco's father—Papa Malfoy, I guess—grew up with both good and evil. Wanting more and more power, he shied away from the good in life, just focusing on the power that came with tyranny. Draco, being brought up by the Death Eater, was brought up only knowing power. Good and evil weren't the things on his plate, only power and the lack thereof. And power didn't seem like something he would ever go without, really.

I plopped on my bed, realizing that my own thoughts were, for once, actually better than the book I was about to read. Sure, Aria was just about to vanquish the man behind 'the notebook' but that was completely beside the matter of my life. But before I could think about it any farther, a wave of tiredness passed over me and I yawned.

As a fleeting thought before sleep, I vowed to myself that tomorrow would be filled with nothing but fun. Studying, books and teachers—so be it. Tomorrow was Hermione's Day; and a good one at that!

Though electronic devices didn't work at Hogwarts, somehow there was music. Ginny was playing it from one of the twins' devices, no doubt.

"Did I wake you up, 'Mione? Sorry," Ginny said as I stirred from bed. She reached over to a small, red orb on her trunk and tapped on it, turning the music off.

"What was that for?" I said, smiling, remembering my promise to myself. I got up out of bed and reached over to the orb, tapping the top of it and sending the music back on. I dragged my finger to the right in an effort to turn it louder. Obviously it had worked, because the orb's colors were shaking more vigorously.

Putting a quick silencing spell on the room, I grabbed Ginny's wrists and dipped side to side in an effort to start a dance. I had recognized the song from the Muggle world, and it was really coursing through my veins.

As the chorus started, Ginny just stood there, appalled. "What the hell happened to you overnight?"

"I just feel damn good today, you know what I mean?" I replied, out of my normal self completely. We were both flailing our arms together left and right, swaying our bodies in a rather humorous way around the room. It was a wonder we weren't running into anything. Ginny was a great and spontaneous friend, and reacted nicely to the dancing.

"I knew you just needed to get laid!" She said over the music, dancing—a term we can only apply loosely—vigorously.

In the happy tone of voice I had before, I replied, "And on any normal day I would punch you for saying that." I spun around, landing on my bed to put my robes on. Ginny just stood there in the middle of the room, at a loss for what to do.

With nothing better coming to mind, she tried to start up a conversation. "Three days 'til the party! You excited?"

"Still not going."

"No one's asked you yet?" Ginny guessed. Thanks.

"No," I lied. "And I can't just leave McGonagall there!"

"You know her! She would be all for you going with Draco! Not only is it two students enjoying themselves, but it's two enemies uniting the houses! She loves that kind of crap!"

"Well, yeah," I admitted. "But who said I even wanted to go in the first place?"

"Everyone within a 10 mile radius of here wants to go! Even the teachers are wishing they were our age! Ernie booked the Wyrd Sisters to play! And... well... I mean, really. The Hermione in my mind would want to go, with an arse for a date or without."

"You know what, maybe I will! Right after my lesson with McGonagall! I'll come see you, Harry and Ron," I said, trying to avoid argument. Today was going to be my day, and an amazing one at that.

I headed down the stairs in my robes, hoping to get an early start at breakfast. On my way down the grand staircase, I ran into Blaise... literally.

"Granger? What're you doing here? And bulldozing around, as usual," he said, brushing the mudblood cooties from his robes.

"Just getting an early start to breakfast. You?"

"Waiting for Draco, I suppose. Pansy's still sleeping at this time, either way," he replied, still leaning back leisurely against the banister. "Your friend Ginny was talking to me the other day."

"'Ginny'? On friendly terms, are we?" I asked with a smile.

"I suppose," he said without making a big deal. "And we've both been wondering: do you like Draco?"

I hesitated, "...You are still talking to me, right?"

"Just because you tell me, it doesn't mean I'll tell Draco."

"You're a Slytherin!" I exclaimed, expecting it to explain everything.

"And you're a Gryffindor. Glad we got that straightened out," He scoffed, looking up to the grand ceiling with a smirk.

"I suppose so. I mean, I don't hate him. What else can I say?"

"I see," Blaise said, huffing. "So you're really just that incompetent."

There was no possible way to be in a good mood after that. "You know, I've always thought 'brilliant' was a more proper word for it, but I've been called idiotic more than ever this week, and it's really pissing me off." Then I realized that it was still my day and I would skip down the hall like a freaking ballerina if I wanted. I turned back to Blaise, "Sorry, Blai—" I started. But when I looked around, I could only spot his figure heading into the Grand Hall.

That buggering li—"Hermione?" I heard from behind me. I spun around to find Draco.

I started to reply with a smile, catching myself at the last moment. "I almost just said that it was actually nice to see you this morning," I laughed at him.

"Someone forgot to brush their hair, I see," he said, looking much more than my hair up and down. "Have you seen Blaise? We almost always meet each other here."

"Yeah, he told me that. He left into the Great Hall just a moment ago."

"Why? Did Pansy come?"

I visualized the image in my head. "Nope, he was just walking alone with his hands in his pockets and his head thrown back."

"Ah, I see what's happening," he said, shaking his head. "He saw me coming and preferred me to walk with you. That guy really is a man of few words. But brilliant actions, I suppose."

"Well, then let's make the most of the gesture, no?" I said happily, really not minding the male presence in my life right now. I had gotten my urges every once in a while; I'm a healthy teenage girl. But I found that the feeling was too fleeting to bother with.

"Uh... no?" Draco said, confused. Nonetheless, I took his elbow with mine and walked cheerily down the hallway toward the Great Hall, dragging him with me. "Feeling happy today, are we?" he supposed, walking briskly to keep up with my prancing.

"I don't know! I just feel... happy or something. You know, the only possible reason I can think of is that Ginny spiked my goblet last night with Alihotsy."

As I would find out this summer, Ginny had accidently spiked my drink with a slow-acting Elixer to Induce Euphoria. Accidently, because of the fact she was trying to spike Harry's drink instead. As a last minute thing, I decided to sit on the other side of Ginny to avoid sitting next to Ron, and Bob's your uncle, it was in my cup! Harry had gotten a bad test grade in Arithmancy earlier that day, and Ginny was trying to cheer him up.

But, no bother. She decided to cheer him up in a... different way.

"I'd believe it," Draco said sarcastically. But I could tell he was enjoying himself as well. You know, sometimes I wish I had friends that didn't meddle. But that would make everything too easy! When I didn't drop his elbow heading into the Great Hall, he got concerned. On a normal, un-spiked Hermione day, I would have been too—well, I probably would have dropped his elbow in the first place. Nevertheless, we walked into the Great hall; all of 10 people hitting their friends at the sight and alerting them to the pairing.

I have to say, they looked pretty damn surprised!

I dropped his arm once we entered and walked to the Gryffindor table I sat at. To my surprise, he followed and sat next to me temporarily.

"Well, while you're so happy today, it would probably be a good time to return this," he said, holding out... a bra of mine?

"And why the hell do you have this?" I asked cheerily, despite the words that I was saying.

"You remember that panty raid that happened about 5 days ago?"

"Yeah?"

"Well... You can keep that," he said awkwardly. After a minute of silence, he started to walk away.

"Draco!" I said in a warning tone, a bit pissed despite my overall cheeriness.

He looked back at me, cringing. "Yes?"

"You stole it, you wear it."

I'm really just liking this because I get to have my light humour back for a chapter or two. I'm right in the middle of the part of the story I hate to write—the drama. But a chapter like this can cheer me up just enough.

Okay, now for the good part: my all-wonderful story. So, I was on my computer in my bed, minding my own business when my knee brushed up against my charger. I should probably explain that it's not in the best condition. Where the cord meets the head of it, the plastic is peeled back and you can see all the little threads of wire. And the head—instead of the pluggie-inny part being straight, it's so screwed up that it goes at about a 40 degree angle. So when my knee brushed up against it, it decided to start sparking everywhere. Blue sparks were flying out of my computer, and they FREAKED ME OUT! I was so scared I was going to catch something on fire that I ripped the charger out of my computer. But it kept sparking a bit before calming down. Later that night, I tried plugging it in again because I was completely out of battery. It started sparking again, so I threw it into a rubber shoe, hoping it would be like rubber-man and not be able to be affected by sparks. So I had to wait 5 days for the shipping of a new charger so that I could finish typing and upload my story.

So, that leads us to our question of the day: What would you do if you were sleeping and someone came to your room and stole all of your pants? Did I mention you have no pants on and have to get to work in 5 minutes?