Hey! So, someone was getting *mad* at me because I haven't updated and left it on a cliffhanger... so here's an update. To the person I'm talking about, you know who you are, HERE YA GO.

Startled, the snowy topped boy spins on his heel, almost bumping into the shorter girl.

"Granger." He says with a sneer. "What are you doing here? None of your snotty little 'friends' wanted to be anywhere near you?"

"Excuse me?" Hermione retorts. "That's more likely to apply to you. Besides, what are you doing walking around suspiciously in the middle of the night?"

"In case you didn't realise, it's actually none of your business."

"I think it is, considering that you scared me out of my skin."

"I'd be scared of your mudblood skin too."

Hermione's jaw drops. She's about to say something, when all of a sudden Malfoy is slapped across the face. Ginny pops out from behind the corner. 

"You do not get to talk to her like that!"

"Jesus Ginny you scared the shit out of me!" Draco says, not noticing his name slip-up.

"Ginny?" Hermione echoes. 

"What?"  

"You called her Ginny."

"And?"

Hermione gestures randomly with her hands. "GINNY. Not Weasley or some other offensive shit."

Draco stutters. "Well, I-"

"Yeah, why didn't you call me Weasley?"

"Because I, I, I uh"

The girls smile at each other. They've got him now.

"We won't tell anyone." Hermione says.

Draco breathes out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"If you do something for us." Hermione finishes, a slightly evil grin on her face.

Draco rolls his eyes. "Fine. What?"

"Kiss me."

Draco does a double take. "Ew. Granger no."

"Then we tell everyone." Ginny folds her arms across her chest.

Draco pales. His reputation cannot take a blow like that. "Fine. Come here."

"EW! Not now you fool!" The brunette gags.

"Then when!?" He's almost shouting.

"Tomorrow morning. I'll be sitting at the Gryffindor table. When Ron sits down, get up, walk over and kiss me."

Draco gulps. "Fine. See you then, Hermione." He walks back to the dungeons slightly dazed.

Hermione and Ginny high five before skipping happily back to the dorms.

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The next morning

Hermione saunters over to the Gryffindor table, where Harry is already tucking into eggs on toast. She takes a seat, before pouring herself a goblet of pumpkin juice. Then, Ron walks over, Lavender hanging on his arm. He sits down, and Hermione turns around knowingly. 

About 10 metres away and rapidly advancing is a certain smirking blond.