AN1: Okay, this fast update is to make up for the little-over-month-long gap between chapter 60 and 61. I hope it helps!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. But I'm sure you knew that already. At least—I hope you did! And this plot is mine too. It was vaguely inspired by...things, but I assure you, it is original.

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Hermione's Journal Entry ((Seven am))—her POV.

September 6th

Sometimes, I wish that I could be spontaneous—completely spontaneous. Just go and do something without over-analyzing it to the point of extinction first! You know? I've never really been the impulsive type. The most impulsive thing that I have ever done was in third year when I—even though for at least a year I'd been swearing that I would never do it—asked my mum, at seven pm on some random summer day, to take me to the mall and let me get my ears pierced.

And she did—she actually let me go.

So, yay! That's the most impulsive thing that I've ever done. And that's pretty lame. It was three years ago! Three years. Now that I think about it, it's not that great. I mean, sure, at the time I felt pretty awesome about it. I had this huge adrenaline rush, just like—"Yeah, I can do anything!"

But now, I'm stuck. I want to be impulsive, but I'm scared.

My naturally worrying and over-thinking nature is preventing from doing something that I really want to do.

Can you keep a secret? (Of course you can, you're a journal!! Oh, Circe, I'm going mad.)

I'm not actually a bookworm.

...

Okay, well, fine, I am, but I don't particularly like carrying my own books. Is that such a bad thing? I mean, they get really heavy and I have to carry them around the whole day!! They don't all fit in my bag. Not unless I put an Undetectable Extension Charm on my book bag, but I don't think that I can. There's some stupid new rule that we can't charm our bags. Something about the possible hazards it could cause, or some such nonsense.

I tried to get Harry and Ron to carry them for me—I mean, they are like brothers to me...so why wouldn't they?

Turns out, that's the problem. THEY ARE LIKE BROTHERS TO ME. Yeah, apparently, brothers won't carry around their sister's books. (Not like I would know, seeing as how I'm an only child). I tried to get them to, but they just set them down and continued to talk/eat/whatever they happened to be doing at the moment.

I don't want to carry my books.

I want a guy to.

Yes, I am independent.

Yes, I can carry my books by myself.

Yes, I don't need a boy to complete me or to feel good about myself.

But is it so wrong for me to want a boyfriend to carry them for me?

NO, it's not.

And I've gone so long in Hogwarts without an actual boyfriend. Viktor doesn't count. He was just a date to the ball. During which we decided that we were better off as friends.

...

But, I digress. That wasn't really part of my point.

I, Hermione Jean Granger, do solemnly swear that I will do something spontaneous and impulsive before this day is over or I will burn this journal and never get another one.

..and that's saying something because...I love my journals!

So, yeah. Hopefully, I'll be back to write later—after I've done something totally unlike me!

Wish me luck!

Regular Time ((Six hours later))—Third Person POV

Hermione was just walking out of her third class of the day. She was particularly cheerful for no real reason. Lost in her own thoughts as she was, she didn't even notice someone come up behind her. She didn't even notice until the person bumped into her.

"Oh, hey, Draco," she smiled cheerfully at the Slytherin.

He gave her a lopsided smirk. "Hermione,"

"Where are you headed?"

"I have a free period now, so I'm going to hang out with my friends."

Hermione feigned shock. "You actually have friends?"

"You're funny, Granger, really witty," he said dryly.

"I try," she playfully smiled at him and went to the right towards where Ginny and Luna were now headed.

Ginny looked back and saw the rather large smile on the older Gryffindor's face and she smirked knowingly having seen the interaction between the two of them.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing, not a thing." Hermione looked doubtful at that, but let it drop.

Eventually, she put Ginny's suspicious grin out of her thoughts and focused herself on her school work; but for some reason, random images of Draco kept popping into her head. It was odd. They were good friends, but she never gave him too much thought before. It wasn't until her final class (Arithmancy) when she got a mental picture that both surprised her and made her blush.

In her mind, she had kissed him. Draco. Hermione had just walked up to him and kissed him long and hard. Just like that. And the best part was...he had kissed her back. It was so realistic and so incredible. It was as if she had taken one of Fred and Georges' Patented Daydream Charms by mistake. She shook the image out of her head and tried to clear the flush from her cheeks. This wasn't really like her to space out like that during class.

Luckily, she hadn't missed much and she picked up translating where she had left off, the image temporarily pushed from her mind. It wasn't until after class that she thought of it again.

Walking towards the Great Hall for dinner, she saw Draco turn down the corridor ahead of her and walk towards her.

That's it! My spontaneous act of...my life! I've got to just do it. I can't even think about it or else I'll lose it.

She quickened her pace and walked straight up to Draco. She stood right in front of him—not even a foot away—and she did it. She stood on her toes and firmly pressed her lips to his.

If ever she had had a daydream about kissing a boy, this easily beat it by a thousand times. His lips molded themselves to hers and his arms went to her waist. She ran her hands through his newly-cut hair and smiled into his lips. To her shock and euphoria, he didn't pull away! He didn't even make an effort to! Instead, he kissed her as if he had wanted to do so for months. She could feel the longing and the desire and all of the feelings he poured into it and she reciprocated them back just as passionately.

Only when oxygen became a necessity did they detach. By that time, most of the casual bystanders were staring in amazement and in shock.

"What was that?" Draco asked, slightly out of breath.

"Just me being impulsive. Will you carry my books for me?"

And just like that, the two set off down the hallway towards, hand in hand--and Draco, with all of Hermione's books tucked neatly under his arm.

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AN2: So this was very short and a bit pointless, but it was cute. Well, at least I thought that it was.

So, without further ado, please review!

(Nice rhyme, right?)