A/N: I'm fifteen! I turned fifteen on Saturday the 23rd! And I feel no different than I did on Friday the 22nd! lol Okay, well, this chapter is the product of my insanity mixed with awesome itty bitty gummi bears that had melted because I left them outside in the 3 billion degree weather and Honey Nut Cheerios while watching the entire first season of Gilmore Girls. Yeah, so, basically I'm hyper and I felt like updating.

Updates with the rest of my life: I have yet to read my summer reading, I have yet to get my learner's permit, and I am almost done with the second chapter of Draco's side of this story, "She Called Me Draco".

Here is the latest installment of "He Called Me Hermione". Happy reading!

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Girl Talk on Steroids

"He apologized?"

Hermione and Ginny were sitting on Hermione's bed stuffing themselves with every kind of junk food they could find. Hermione, in an act of complete boredom and the need to tell someone of the cheesy-ness of Draco's apology note, she had went back to Gryffindor tower and begged Ginny to come back with her to her room. Hermione was sitting cross legged at the head of the bed reading Witch Weekly because Ginny had brought lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air at the opposite side. "Yeah. Well, not exactly. He stuck a note in Crookshanks collar. How corny is that?"

"I think it's kind of cute."

Hermione looked up from her magazine and set it down in her lap, annoyed. "Cute? Wha- no! Ginny, you are supposed to be on my side!"

Ginny picked up a new butterbeer. "Sorry…"

"I mean, he didn't even do it in person. If he was going to apologize, he should have done it to my face."

"You wouldn't have let him if he tried."

"Oh, you don't know that," protested Hermione, mockingly innocent.

"You haven't let him within thirty feet of you since you caught him with Pansy."

"Well, would you let Harry near you if you caught him with Cho Chang?"

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows. "Cho Chang?"

"You remember- Harry used to like her."

"So Draco used to like Pansy?"

Hermione waved her hand. "Well, no, but they did go to the Yule Ball together in 4th year."

"But Harry and Cho didn't go to the Yule Ball toge-"

"Arg! Your missing the point! You wouldn't be keen on seeing Harry with anybody, right?"

"Right."

"Well, then there is credible reason for me to not be talking to Draco."

Ginny stared at Hermione blankly. "Wow. You have a very complicated, drawn-out, and bloody confusing thought process."

Hermione picked up Witch Weekly and resumed reading. "Thank you."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I wonder what happened with Draco."

"Oh, I don't know. He probably came to and realized, once again, that I am disgustingly ugly and a muggle-born," she said, not looking up from the magazine.

"You're not disgustingly ugly." Hermione just turned the page. "Hermione?"

Hermione kept her head down. "What?"

"You really liked him, didn't you?"

Hermione closed the magazine and set it down on her bed. "Yeah. I mean, he was interesting, funny, charming, and..."

"Gorgeous and an amazing kisser?" asked Ginny, grinning.

"Gin?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

Ginny nodded. "Aye aye."

"Of course, I knew that it wasn't going to last forever." Hermione fiddled with her fingernails. "To be honest I didn't know how long it was going to last."

"No one ever knows how long something like that is going to last."

"Well, I know, but I just thought it was going to last longer."

"Keep in mind that you both mutually hated each other until this year when you started going out."

"It's been kept. You know, I didn't know what I was thinking at all."

"You were thinking that he was hot and that he kissed well."

"Very true," said Hermione nodding.

"And you thought that it would be fun."

"Yes, I did. And it wasn't like he was my first boyfriend."

Ginny brought her chin off her elbow and stretched her back. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Who was your first boyfriend?"

"Viktor was," said Hermione with a face that clearly said "old news".

Ginny thought for a minute and then had realization. "Oh! Oh yeah, the Bulgarian Quidditch player with a uni-brow!"

"He did not have a uni-brow."

"Yes, he did. Ron had a little Viktor Krum doll that he bought at the Quidditch World Cup. You were there, you saw it, and it defiantly had a uni-brow. So, with that said, I'm assuming that the guy it was modeled after has a uni-brow as well."

"He didn't have a uni-brow!"

"Yes, he did."

"You know what? Let's not talk about Viktor's eyebrows."

"Eyebrow," Ginny corrected, earning an eye roll from Hermione.

Hermione picked up Witch Weekly again and began reading.

Hermione broke the silence about five minutes later. "Who was your first?" she said, looking up from her magazine.

"What?" said Ginny, caught a bit off guard.

"Who was your first… well, you know."

Ginny scratched her ear. "Wow. Where did that come from?"

"Oh my God- I'm sorry. That is none of my business."

"And really random."

"You really don't have to answer."

"No, it's okay," said Ginny, laughing quietly. "Harry was." Ginny reached over beside Hermione and grabbed a handful of popcorn. "Dean and I almost did but then Ron walked in on us."

"Oh, ouch."

"Yeah."

"So… was it nice?"

Ginny took a sip of butterbeer. "Nope."

"What? Really?" said Hermione with a look of disbelief.

Ginny sat up and tucked her feet underneath herself. "Well, Hermione, what did you expect? Most people's first time is not the amazing experience that you read about in romance novels. It's usually awkward and messy and it hurts like hell." She shrugged. "But at least your first time only happens once. After that, it's nice." Ginny looked up at Hermione who was fiddling with her thumbs. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just… okay, do you promise not to laugh?"

"Absolutely."

"Do you have any intention of keeping that promise?"

"I think you know me well enough to know the answer to that question."

"I'll take that as a 'no'."

"Tell me anyway."

"You know how I always said that the only person I could ever see myself with was Ron?"

Ginny giggled a little but then forced a straight face back. "Yes."

"Well, now that I have gone out with Draco, I can only see myself with him." Ginny just burst out laughing. "Okay, you usually just giggle a little. Ease up."

"I'm sorry," said Ginny, still having after laughs. "It's just that you were all worked up over nothing."

"It isn't nothing- it's scary! I am not supposed to end up with Draco Malfoy! I am supposed to end up with, well, somebody else!"

"Mione, chill. Breathe. In and out." Hermione reluctantly took a deep breath. "Feel better?"

"Sure."

"Now, explain why you are going mad."

"I really can't stop thinking about him."

"You've had a bad break-up. It takes at least a week to get over something like this."

"But it's still just weird. Did I tell you that my pillow still smells like him?" asked Hermione as she picked up her pillow and threw it at Ginny. "Here, smell it. I don't know how much cologne he puts on himself but it was only in his room for 24 hours!" Ginny threw it back after smelling it. "And it's been more than two weeks since the pillow incident!" said Hermione as she hugged her pillow to her face. "It will not come out, and, damn, he smells good!" Hermione gasped. "See! Why can I not stop thinking about him! I'm going insane!"

"Hermione, Hermione, calm down! Merlin, am I going to have to stun you?" Hermione was panting wildly. "Give me the pillow." Hermione handed Ginny the pillow. "Lie down."

"I can't lie down, I need my pillow."

Ginny shook her head and put the pillow behind her back. "Nope, you can't have this pillow. This pillow makes you crazy. You may not have the crazy pillow."

Hermione lay down. "I need a pillow."

"And that's why you are so good at Transfiguration!"

"But that is my pillow."

"But this is the crazy pillow."

"But I need my pillow."

"You could get over the thing with Draco and forgive him."

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you need your pillow," said Ginny.

Hermione propped herself up on her elbows. "Do you expect me to go and forgive him now?"

"Couldn't hurt."

Hermione bit her bottom lip. "I can't do that."

"Yes you could. It would do you well."

"Look, just let me have the crazy pillow and I promise I won't go mad."

"Nope, I'm going to make you go forgive him."

"Why?" asked Hermione as she shot up into a sitting position.

"Because you need to. And I am going to make you."

"What?"

"Yes, and I am going to drag you if you don't come willingly."

"But-"

"Come on, Hermione," said Ginny as she hopped off the bed.

"Ginny, really-" Ginny grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her halfway off the bed. "Jeez, you weren't kidding."

"Damn straight I wasn't kidding," said Ginny as she dragged Hermione out of her door, through the common room, and to Draco's closed room door. "Now knock."

"No."

"Hermione, knock on the door. All you have to do is let him apologize and I might not have to send you to a mental institution."

"But he is probably asleep."

"So? This is worth waking up for."

"No!"

Ginny put her hands on her hips. "Am I going to have to knock for you?"

Hermione waved her hand through the air to stop Ginny's hand from connecting with the door. "Ginny, I can handle this!"

"If I left this up to you, you wouldn't have made it off of your bed."

"Just-" With that, Draco appeared in the doorway.

Ginny turned around. "Hi."

"Um, hi," said Draco, clearly confused.

Ginny laughed nervously. "See, Hermione, he wasn't asleep."

Draco leaned against the doorframe and eyed Hermione. "Can I help you?"

"Well, actually," said Ginny, "Hermione wants to talk to you."

Hermione's eyes bulged. "Ginny!"

Ginny grinned mischievously. "Buh bye."

Hermione's eyes followed Ginny across the common room and back to her room before landing on the ground in front of her. "Hey."

"Hey," said Draco as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Look, I'm really sorry about Ginny, she tends to get like that."

"It's okay," said Draco. Hermione rocked on her heels. "So, you wanted to say something?"

"Yeah," said Hermione as she looked up at him. His eyes were just the way she remembered them- so icy yet so bright.

And that is when she lost it. Hermione stepped up on the tips of her toes, grabbed Draco's shirt, and pulled him to her in a kiss. Draco reached around and put his hands on Hermione's hips and pulled her closer and Hermione ran her hand up to Draco's hair and pushed him closer to her.

Hermione didn't know how long the kiss lasted. It could have been a few minutes; it could have been a few days. But when they broke apart, Hermione had a huge smile plastered onto her face. She got off her tip toes and brought her head down to his chest.

Draco smoothed her hair affectionately. "I truly am sorry.'

Hermione nodded. "I know."

"I fed your cat while you were gone."

Hermione pushed away lightly and looked up into his eyes. "You fed Crookshanks?"

"Yeah," he said with a smile.

Hermione reached up and lightly pecked him on the lips. "Thank you," she said before going back to her spot in their embrace.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you, Hermione."

"Me either," said Hermione. "Are we back together now."

"I don't think I could live any other way," he said as he lifted up her chin and placed a lingering kiss on her lips.

Hermione, eyes still closed, sighed contently after they came up. "Good night."

"Goodnight," said Draco as he placed his sin on her head.

Hermione giggled. "Draco, in order for me to get to my room, you need to let go of me."

"Who said I was letting you go to your room?"

"I have to go back- Ginny is there."

Draco sighed. "Okay, fine. I will see you tomorrow."

"Sleep well," said Hermione as she began walking back to her room.

When she opened her door, she found Ginny sitting on her floor, painting her toenails. Ginny looked up and laughed when she saw Hermione's face.

"Did it go well?"

Hermione practically floated over to her bed and lay down. "Incredibly," she said dreamily. Hermione spotted her pillow, smelled it again, and sighed.

Ginny looked up from her spot on the floor and rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Making up with Draco was supposed to make you sane."

"Maybe I don't like to be sane."

"Merlin, you're hopeless."

"Mmm." Hermione smelled the pillow again. "Viva la crazy pillow."