AN1: Ohmygosh. Wow. Ohmygosh. This story broke 200 REVIEWS!! (dances around excitedly) I didn't think I would until at least chapter 50!! Thank you all so much!!!

Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances, own any aspect of the Harry Potter universe. If I did, then why would I be writing fanfic?

Dedication: There is absolutely no question about it; this chapter is dedicated to MadeNew. She read and reviewed every single one of my chapters in very quick succession! And she is hugely part of how this story broke 200 reviews! Thanks again!

NOTE: Yes, I am aware that I did already write a one-shot involving this song. But, ya know what? I wrote another one! Ohhh snap! And yes, this is pretty short. Well...it was when I started. Haha I just can't keep my drabbles short anymore, can I?

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His words from last week still rang in her head.

"Oh! Hermione, I want to hear you sing sometime, okay?"

Hermione smiled somewhat unsurely and nodded her head anyway.

"Great! See ya!" Draco said as he walked out the door of the classroom, cheerfully talking with Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. She shook away the slight twinge of jealousy that always accompanied seeing him with other females. She didn't understand why though. It wasn't as if she liked him or anything. ...Or maybe she did, just a teeny bit; but didn't want to admit it for fear of getting her hopes up too high.

Hermione had continued to pack her bag up, although at that point, it was rather absentmindedly. She kept turning his words in her head, and replaying them; wondering what they meant. Aside from the obvious, of course: that he wanted to hear her sing.

Waving the thought of last week out of her head, Hermione sang along with her cassette tape of The Beatles singing 'All My Loving.' She somehow knew that Draco liked The Beatles, and so she decided to sing something that he would recognize. Although, if she ruined the song, that wouldn't be good. But who was to say he'd even remember his request to her? Since that day, he hadn't once spoken to Hermione about her singing.

Part of her was in a way, relieved. She didn't really want to sing for him. She didn't have that much confidence in her voice. Hermione knew only what her friends told her. And they were her friends, so they were kind of obligated to say only positive things. But the other part of her was disappointed. She wanted him to notice her; in a sense. And he was the one who brought up singing anyway. As far as she had known, he didn't know that she used to be a member of an honor choir. Maybe he had forgotten. Was she really that easy to forget?

She sighed as she got her bags ready for Arithmancy. There was no use dwelling on that. It would just make her sad and lose her focus. Once in the classroom, Hermione sat at the table second from the front, her usual spot. A couple of Ravenclaws joined her as usual, but they never really talked that much. Hermione wished so much that Ginny and Luna were in this class with her. But instead they had Care of Magical Creatures. At least they had that class with each other.

Arithmancy passed by in a lonely blur. Hermione answered seventy percent of the questions asked and was able to finish half of the newly-assigned essay in class. That's was when the bell rang. It was time for lunch; and not a moment too soon in Hermione's opinion. Being in a class with someone you have a crush on is often considered lucky; but in Hermione's case, it was a curse. He didn't really pay much attention to her. She'd constantly glance his way, but he was always engrossed in his conversations with the much funnier, less studious, and way prettier females in the class.

Everyone stormed out of the stuffy room as soon as they were dismissed by the professor. Hermione, being logical, decided to wait for the crowd to abate; she'd still make it to the Great Hall on time. It didn't really matter if she was first out of the room or last. By the time Hermione moved to leave, even the professor had hurried off to lunch. He either didn't care or didn't realize that there were still students in the classroom: one Hermione Granger and one Draco Malfoy. He set his bag down and Hermione jumped. She hadn't noticed his presence; she had thought that she was alone.

"Hey, Hermione," Draco said cheerfully. "How've you been?"

"Great. You?"

"Never better."

Hermione mentally winced. Small talk was the absolute worst! She wished that he would get to what was inevitably coming.

"So are you going to sing for me?"

There it was! The only way to get this done was to just do it and hope she didn't embarrass the hell out of herself. Hermione nodded in affirmation, speaking at this point would be hard. (She didn't even want to think about how hard trying to sing would be!)

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you; tomorrow I'll miss you. Remember I'll always be true," Hermione looked everywhere but at Draco. She just couldn't make eye contact; that would somehow make it more embarrassing than it already was. She hadn't even thought of the meaning of the lyrics when she chose the song! Who knows what he was thinking that she thought of him! After not finding any good focus point for while she was singing, Hermione just closed her eyes.

"And then while I'm away, I'll write home every day and I'll send all my loving, to you."

That was as much of the song that she had planned on singing. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that Draco was staring at her. She couldn't define his expression. Before she could react, he leaned in swiftly and kissed her—the softest and sweetest of kisses—on the lips.

Hermione fought back the urge to jump out of her seat and happy-dance all around the classroom. That would definitely not be a good idea. Instead, a shy smile spread across her face and she blushed to the roots of her hair. Draco took that as a good sign and leaned forward to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his on her waist and pulled her into his lean frame.

At that moment, Ginny and Luna got out of their Care of Magical Creatures class. After washing up in the lavatory, they made their way to the Arithmancy classroom to meet Hermione so they could go to the Great Hall together. When Ginny opened the door and peered in, her jaw dropped. She took a second to compose herself and then told Luna to look inside the room. Luna didn't look too surprised at the sight, she just smiled serenely and closed the door; correctly assuming that the new couple wanted a bit of privacy.

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AN2: (sighs) Hm. Well this isn't helping my case...but maybe this will get rid of the damn daydream that continues to haunt me day AND night. Grr. Please review! Thanks! PLUG: Check out my newest and craziest oneshot, Belladonna. Co-written with a friend of mine! Please don't forget to review!

TO DUCKY: Erica, if this is the ever-occurring daydream, have you figured out what your role in it is? Who are you in this one-shot? Guess! I dare you! Haha.

Lovelove, Amanda