Flashback:

"She's the only one I can't have."

"He'll never feel the same way."

Breathe, Ginny, a voice in her head reminded her as she paced around the empty Gryffindor Common Room. Harry entered the room, a broomstick on one hand, another running through his messy black hair. He looked up and their gazes locked. Ginny couldn't breathe. An awkward silence ensued. This was not going according to plan. Harry was the first one to speak.

"Hey, Ginny," he said, his throat dry. He, too, was nervous.

"Harry," she said, nodding and hoping she didn't sound as nervous as she felt. "How are you?"

Harry smiled. "Snape's been the usual pain in the ass, Malfoy's been acting quite weird," he said, the tension slowly disappeared. "How's Dean?"

Stop being a bitter git, Harry scolded himself. But he couldn't help it, can he? Ginny's heart sank. Did he really have to pick that topic?

"Dean's quite alright, seeing that he's pining for Parvati Patil these days."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, though he wasn't quite sorry. "I didn't know." Ginny was curled up in a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees. Harry went to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Harry smelt like sweat and rain, he'd forgotten everything else when Hermione told him that Ginny was looking for him. Ginny smelled like strawberries. "Did you… break up already?" Harry hated asking this question, he hated hurting his friends.

"No," she whispered. "I can't just dump him. He's been good to me. I can't break his heart."

Harry looked at her disbelievingly. Then he looked away. "Well, you're being stupid. Dean's a bloody git if he's pining for someone else while you're still together. You're holding yourself back." He was standing up now.

Ginny stood up until her gaze was leveled with his. "Well, Harry, love is not some pep talk you do in Quidditch. You can't just say that he's a git and I'd leave someone just like that. Dean has every right to do what he's doing, 'cause the whole time I was with him, I was harboring some feelings for someone else."

Harry's eyes had this fire in it, he was definitely angry now. "Who?"

"You, Harry. I know that you're something special and I'm not. I mean I—" Her sentence was cut as Harry crashed his lips against hers. Ginny was shocked at first, then she closed her eyes. She was kissing Harry James Potter. And she felt special. Yes, indeed.

!i!

Hermione Granger was walking down the lake, thinking hard. She drank some sedating liquid and she surely felt calm. She hummed a happy tune. It was good not thinking about assignments and problems, even if it was just for a day.

Ginny and Harry better be together by now, she thought.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Granger?" Draco Malfoy's unwelcome voice rang out, disrupting the tranquility.

"Humming," Hermione said calmly. "You should try it sometime."

"What, waste my time singing without words? Don't think so, Granger."

Hermione continued to look at the sunset. "Who do you think will be the Head Boy this year?" she asked, trying to avoid arguments as much as possible.

"Me, of course," Draco said, sounding all too sure. Hermione smiled at him. Odd, Draco thought.

"I was thinking that it would most likely be Harry, y'know?" Draco frowned. She giggled. Giggled, Draco mused. She never giggles.

"Granger, are you OK? Did Loony get too close to you? Are you on drugs?" Draco shook her so hard that they both fell into the cold water of the lake.

"D-d-draco!" Hermione exclaimed, her teeth chattering. "Draco?" He wasn't anywhere near her. "Holy shit!" Her eyes searched the horizon for any sign of him. She managed to catch a glimpse of his blond hair. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she swam furiously toward him. The water stung her eyes but she couldn't care less. She grabbed his arm, slung it over her shoulder and dragged him to the dock

Stupid Malfoy, you better be alive.

She risked a glance at him as she placed him down. She saw that he was pale, paler than usual with a bruise on his left temple. No one was in sight because they were too busy watching the Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff match or lazily pacing around the dormitories.

How will I help him? she asked herself. She couldn't bring him to Madame Pomfrey, she could hardly even stand. She tried shaking him.

"Malfoy!" she whispered furiously. "Malfoy, wake up!" She knew it wouldn't work, but it was worth a try. She sighed. CPR.

Hermione, you can do this. It's mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, not a kiss!

"Sure seems like it,"Hermione mumbled. She stared at him this time, feeling the corners of her mouth twitch upward. He still looks angelic, unconscious and all. She parted his lips a bit, pinched his nose and breathed into him. His lips were soft and warm, unlike his hands. She checked for any sign of breathing. She pressed her hands into his chest. She repeated it until she mentally slapped herself. She was a witch. She took out her wand, pointed it to Draco's chest and muttered, "Rennervate." Draco coughed, his eyes still closed. He slowly opened them, revealing the silver quality they had in them. Chocolate-brown was the first thing he saw. His eyes focused and saw a very worried Hermione Granger.

"Granger." Cough. "What happened?" He vaguely remembered falling into the water and hitting his head on something hard. Darkness. He also remembered feeling something warm on his lips.

"Oww," he mumbled as he felt a sharp pain on his left temple. He glared at Hermione. "Granger, tell me what the fuck happened." It was an order, but calm enough to be a request. Hermione stared at him, her eyebrows knitted together.

"CPR," she mumbled, looking away. CPR? What the bloody hell is CPR? A ripple of pain passed through Draco's head again.

"Seriously, Granger. Did you get to close to Loony?"

"Shut up, Malfoy. Don't strain yourself. I'm trying to think," Hermione snapped. She didn't mean to snap, it was just because she felt so confused. "I need to get you to Madame Pomf—Ow!" Her leg ached, it was only now that she noticed. Blood was trickling down it. Draco smirked.

"Are you sure it's me who need to see Madame Pomfrey?" he said sarcastically. Hermione glared.

"Of course, Malfoy. You're the one with the bloody bruise on his head, almost dies and I even had to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation because I forgot that I was a witch—"

"Mouth-to-mouth what, Granger? Merlin, you kissed me, didn't you!" He felt the hair at the back of his neck stand on the end. Hermione's cheeks turned a wonderful shade of bright red.

"It wasn't a kiss! It's a Muggle procedure to bring air to your lungs. You'd—"

"Same difference. You're lips were on mine right? Ugh, a Muggle-born kissed me." He wiped his mouth on his sleeve in mock-disgust. Hermione's eyes narrowed.

"But you were about to kiss me in Hogsmeade, or did you forget? And technically, what I did wasn't a kiss." Draco took out his wand, pointed lazily at Hermione, muttering, "Silencio." Hermione looked shocked, her mouth forming a small 'o'. He leaned in, until their noses were almost touching.

"Quite a shame, though. I didn't get to feel it." Hermione's face went hot, her breathing turned shallow and ragged. Draco Malfoy was once again too close. "Would you mind showing me again?" His breath tickled her face. It smelled like mint. He placed his lips on hers, his hands on her waist, making sure she won't get to escape. She wouldn't, either way. His lips moved slowly, almost teasingly against hers.

Damn, Draco thought. I was missing out on this. She feels so right…

Draco Malfoy is kissing me, Draco Malfoy is kissing me… Draco Malfoy?

Click.

A/N

Me: OOOH! What is the click thingy?

Draco: It's your story, you should know.

Me: *points wand at Malfoy* Silencio!

Draco: *glares*

Blaise: Finally Draco will shut up!

Me: Miracle, I know.

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