AN1: It's my birthday!!! Please, please, review!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my as-of-today sixteen years and an assortment of other things that do not include Harry Potter.

Dedicated to: Lynndsey—Thank you so much! You know why! (Laughs) What Happens in Vegas! Whoo, great movie! Haha, but I don't mean it meanly with the whole "You know why" thing. I mean it in a totally grateful, inside-thing-with-Lynndsey-that-doesn't-concern-you-way! Hm, I'm kinda hyper. But...who gives a crap!? It's my BIRTHDAY! Woot!

NOTE: I got the idea for this on New Years Eve Eve and just had to type it out!

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Somehow, he didn't know how, but somehow, someway, Hermione had convinced Draco to watch a movie—a muggle movie no less, on a television, something that was also muggle—with her in their dormitory. If anyone had said to Draco that one day he'd be watching a muggle movie, on a muggle device, with Hermione Granger, he'd have sent them to St. Mungos without a question. And yet, there he was.

The movie was almost over; Draco predicted that there were three minutes left at the most. And he would have never admitted it, but the movie was better than he thought it would be. Yes, it was a muggle movie, and yes it was terribly cliché beyond belief, but it was not that bad. Hermione loved it and had been entirely engrossed with the movie the whole time. Surprisingly it was a rather new movie, one she hadn't seen before.

It was quite entertaining actually, to see Hermione get so sucked into the movie. She would react to what was happening. Gasp, sigh, sometimes even scream in frustration at some points or make a prediction. To some it would have been extremely annoying, but Draco found it in a small way, endearing.

"It makes me so mad! This almost always happens. The couple never actually gets together." She paused. "Well they do, but they just never kiss! It bothers me to no end! They are about to, it is completely obvious! They are in the perfect moment and then BAM!" She clapped her hands together to emphasize her point. "Some stupid, idiotic, and obnoxious person, usually a friend of theirs interru—"

Hermione was cut off mid-rant by Draco placing his index finger on her lips.

"Okay, I get it; you're aggravated."

She glanced at the slim digit that was currently resting on her lips. She followed its extension with her eyes, up his hand, arm, and neck until she met his eyes. The red on her cheeks turned a remarkably dark shade at his curious gaze. It wasn't hostile, it was searching. Slowly Draco slid his finger down from her lips to her chin. He lifted it slightly upwards and inched his face closer to hers, tilting his head as he moved.

Hermione was frozen to her spot on the couch. Part of her—her analytical half—was going into overdrive and freaking out. That part wanted her to slap ferret-boy and run. But the other part, the more curious and feminine half, told her to stay put and just go with it; and it was also thinking about Ginny's priceless reaction when she told her that Draco Malfoy had kissed her.

Luckily, or not, depending on how the situation was looked at, the curious part fought tooth and nail against her analytical side and won. So instead of slapping Draco and running away, Hermione closed her eyes and waited. One...two...three...seconds went by and still nothing. She opened her eyes and was confused. Why wasn't he moving anymore? Their lips were an inch away, if even that much apart, and now they were having a sort of staring contest.

Draco's eyes flicked down to her lips and then back to her face.

Hermione's eyes flicked down to his lips and then back to his face.

Their eyes met again and then they were still. It was just like on the movie that had just ended. Only it wasn't. At this point, if this were a movie, some obnoxious friend of theirs would have barged in and—

"Hermione! There you are! I've been looking for you every...where." Ginny was standing at the portrait hole, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the scene playing before her.

"O...kay then. I'm pretty much going to leave now. Bye!" She rushed out of the room and slammed the door behind her. But it was too late. Ginny was gone, but the moment was lost. Hermione yanked herself away from Draco in anger and in slight disappointment.

"See? It's just like that! All the time, every time, on every sodding—"

Again, mid-rant, she was shushed by Draco. Although this time, it wasn't his finger that was doing the shushing. He pulled away from her and Hermione's face flushed.

"Maybe not every time." He whispered before kissing her once more.

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AN2: Aw, now doesn't that just make you melt? Very short, but very sweet! Please review! I will take reviews in lieu of birthday presents! (Smiles hopefully)

And, uh, I wouldn't mind having this happen to me either. (Grins cheekily) Hmm, now where the hell is Jeff when you need him, eh? Bahahaha! Oh yeah, he's on a TV show. Why? BECAUSE HE KNOWS HOW TO COOK!!! BAM! TAKE THAT MR. WEAPON-OF-MASS-DESTRUCTION CAT FOOD MAN! Ehehehe.

Oh, and Erica, well...yes. That was kind of a not-as-good poem from you. Although it must be hard to follow my awesome one that I left for your story!!!! Juu-ust joking! Maybeh. Wahahahaha!

Now seriously guys, please review! Thank you!

lovelove,
Amanda