Guess what? I'm not dead. Bet you thought I was, hmm?

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I'm really sorry for not posting earlier, I got caught up with my Dramione drabble series and my friends and I were having this texting competition so...Super super sorry. I love you all for your amazing-ness. Love you. (:

By the way, this is not going to make total sense to you Potterheads since I've twisted things around a bit so...sorry fanatics. I know that the means of transportation used in this isn't commonly used for Hogsmeade but WHAT THE HEY!

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"I don't understand."

Ron was confused. Well, more confused than usual. Normally, either he was unaware of what the people around him were on about, or he was completely lost during lesson-time. But now, as he stared at his best friend in awe, he was beyond his best record of confusion.

Harry laced his fingers together in front of him in concentration. "Okay, I'm going to say it one more time." He let out an exasperated sigh. It was the fifth time he was explaining the concept to him. "I think there's something going on between 'Mione and Malfoy."

Ron's eyebrows furrowed. "But that's not possible."

The boy-who-lived shrugged. "Mate, I saw them in Potions today. Malfoy was being nice. Not just nice, but flirty nice. And Hermione, Merlin, Hermione was...liking it."

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? All I saw was Lavender's hair in my face." Ron shuddered before rubbing his temples. "This is bad. Really, really bad."

Harry chuckled lightly as he shrugged. "You know, I think it's alright. If Hermione's happy, I'm happy." With that, the young Potter went back to his homework.

"Happy? How can she ever be happy with that ferret?" Ron asked incredilously after plucking the feather out of Harry's hand, effectively stopping his sentence midway.

Harry let out an exasperated sigh before deciding to try and talk some sense into his best mate. "She sure looks it. This is good for her, she deserves someone in her life to keep her smiling."

Ron scoffed. "Yeah, that should be me."

"Mate, you need to get over your obsession with 'Mione."

"Why would I do that? She loves me." Ron said with a weird expression.

After Harry completed his slow facepalm, he grinned. "Right, Ron. She loves you and you love her and you'll make ten small, stupid, ginger children that'll run around the large shoe your big stupid family lives in."

"Stupid? The kids will get her intelligence." Ron argued. "Hermione's not stupid."

"Mate, for her to choose you over Malfoy is stupid. Just saying."

Ron was still confused.

"Granger, if you don't get out here in the next minute, I'm going to throw this book," He picked up the book she was reading from where it was settled on the coffee table. "Into the fire."

Hermione poked her head around her bedroom door. "Oh really?" She smirked teasingly.

"Don't test me, woman." He glared half heartedly at her.

Her smirk became more sinister. "I think I'm going to need three more minutes."

Without thinking twice about it, Draco tossed the book into the fireplace before crossing his arms and grinning smugly.

Hermione cleared her throat, trying not to burst into laughter. "That was The History of Slytherin you just burned, Drakie-Poo." And with that, she closed her door.

Draco stared helplessly at the book drowning in flames.

Within a couple of minutes, Hermione came out with her hair in a ponytail, dressed in dark jeans accompanied by a purple and grey slim fitted sweater. She was in the process of pulling on her brown jacket when Draco spotted her.

"Shit." He whispered as his heart started racing. His hands, which were stuffed into his dark pea coat, fisted. Hermione looked up at him, tieing the coat belt around her waist as she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Uh, you okay?" She asked hesitantly. He looks so fit. Merlin, that hair looks so soft. I wonder if it feels that soft.

Draco cleared his suddenly dry throat, realising that he was probably staring. "I would be better if you were out here a minute ago, but...meh."

Hermione smiled, in love with his arrogant, witty nature. "You just can't be pleased, can you?"

She tried to walk past him, when Draco stopped her by grabbing her arm gently. She turned to face him with curiousity written all over her face. Draco's expression was hard to decipher as he reached out and pulled out Hermione's hairband, letting loose her curls so they flowed down slightly past her shoulders. He dropped her hair tie onto the table before running his fingers through her tendrils, so they neatened out a little. He slowly let his hands drop and then stuff themselves back into his pockets.

"I think this is as close to pleasing me as you'll get." He smirked and then stalked off, leaving Hermione dumbstruck for a few moments before she followed him out into the street.

"So, are we using a Floo, or the-" Hermione started, but Draco had already held his thumb up, and within seconds, the Knight bus arrived. "This was my second guess, you know."

He just smirked to himself before climbing onto the bus. When Hermione had gotten on, she found him sitting on a seat near the front. She walked up to him and gestured for him to move up to the window seat, which he did after some reluctance. The bus was almost empty, only the two of them present from Hogwarts.

"I can't believe we're the only ones allowed to go to Hogsmeade today." Hermione wondered out loud.

"Ah, the perks of being Heads." Draco rolled his eyes. "You do realise that we were sent to get the decorations for the goddamn Halloween Feast?"

"Not the most romantic of dates, but it's better than nothing." Hermione blurted out. She realised what she said a moment too late. She squeezed her eyes shut and snapped her mouth closed. She stayed like that for a moment, praying that either he hadn't heard that or that time would just stop. Damn her mouth. her evil, stupid mouth with a mind of its own.

"I think, as the other half of this date, I would appreciate it if I knew about the date beforehand." He told her with the famous Malfoy, lopsided grin.

"That's not what I wanted to say." He was holding back a smirk, nodding as she tried to explain herself. "I didn't mean-I really didn't-This isn't a-"

"-Aren't you two just the cutest little couple?" An incredibly cheery female voice said from behind the two Heads of Hogwarts.

Hermione paused mid-rant and turned her head to face the passenger behind them.

Draco did the same with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, excuse me?"

"You two will make such beautiful babies." The overly excited lady with the overly large hair squealed.

Hermione gulped. "Sorry, Miss. We-"

Draco interrupted her. "-Are very flattered. Beautiful babies, you say?" Hermione glared at him, it was like the third time someone was interrupting her.

"Oh, without a doubt, young man." She smiled broadly. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you two been together?"

Draco inwardly rolled his eyes. Funny how the big-mouthed lady was asking for permission to ask something personal.

Hermione sputtered out an, "Actually Miss, Draco and I-"

"-Have been in love for about a year, three months and twelve days." Draco told the lady as he leaned against the window cooly.

Hermione fisted her hands. "I swear to Merlin, if you interrupt me again, I will sodding strangle you." She hissed at him, to which he replied by winking at her.

"Oh, how romantic!" The lady almost screamed. They both cringed.

Hermione smirked, deciding to join in. "Yes, he is incredibly romantic. So romantic, I sometimes think he's girlier than me. Between me and you, I am starting to question his sexual preferences-"

"-Oh baby, how you kid." Draco hissed. Hermione just smiled sweetly at him. "You wouldn't want me to tell this lovely Miss how needy and jealous and clingy you can get. Oh, let's not forget greedy and always wanting new jewellery to flaunt."

"You know, you shouldn't tell lies, Drakie-poo."

"It was nothing but the truth, my bitch of a sweetheart." Draco smiled back tightly.

Hermione tried to swat him with her hand but - being the fast seeker he was - he grabbed it just in time and laced his fingers through hers. She growled at him as he leaned forward with a slightly tilted head. He moved closer until he was close enough to softly kiss her nose. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. She had never been treated so affectionately before, though she doubted that anyone but Draco could make her feel so alive, so thrilled. Draco pulled back slowly, whispering a "But I still love you."

For some reason, she felt as though he wasn't playing around anymore.

And it made the butterflies in her stomach flutter and her heart beat uncontrollably fast.

"Granger, that's it. I'm going home."

The skies were almost dark as Draco and Hermione walked through the dimly lit streets of the town of Hogsmeade. Hermione was being pulled down with the weight of the dozen bags she was carrying. Draco, on the other hand was carrying nothing - as he claimed his stature was too high for the holding of bags, - but his legs ached like hell.

"No! Malfoy, you can't. We're not done yet." Hermione complained.

"What are you on? We've got enough decorations for ten Halloween Feasts." He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

"I know, It's just that I'm really hungry and..." She looked at him with poppy dog eyes.

Draco groaned once again before giving in. "You're worse than a girlfriend." Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Alright. Where?"

"Er, this place all the girls keep talking about - Madam Pudifoot's, I think." Hermione proceeded down the street.

"Merlin, no! I am NOT going in that couple infested place. I bet it's all pink and glittery with unicorns running circles around the mushy tea-drinking couples." Draco predicted. Hermione wasn't going to give up, she was really hungry. She grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him all the way to the tea shop.

Draco's prediction was spot on. Well, almost.

He groaned in protest as Hermione ordered herself and him some tea and cakes. "This is seriously hurting my reputation." He gripped his locks tightly, trying very hard not to just pull them out.

"What reputation?" Hermione asked as she sipped her tea.

"Uh, Slytherin Sex God." Draco said as if it was obvious, which, it sort of was. He picked up a biscuit, and just to piss him off, it was shaped as a heart. He dropped it loudly.

"Virgin." Cough. "Slytherin Sex God."

"What was it again...Avada...Avada...uh, Be- no, erm, Ke...?"

"Alright, enough with the death threats." Hermione held up her hands in surrender.

Draco smirked and sipped his tea. "All part of the reputation, baby."

After finishing their tea and biscuits - Hermione ate most of them - Hermione got up to thank Madam Pudifoot. When she found her, she was greeted with a hug.

"Darling, tell me you're from Hogwarts." Pudifoot squealed.

Hermione was getting used to older women squealing around her. "I am. Uh, me and Draco-"

"-Your boyfriend?" She interjected, smiling broadly.

"Sure." Hermione gave in, too tired to try and explain their complicated relationship to the sweet, older lady. "I just wanted to thank you for the lovely tea, we were just leaving."


"Yeah. We only came for decorations for our Halloween Feast, you see." Hermione told her in her best polite voice. The lady was nothing like she expected. Though why she expected a conceited, egotistical woman that would look down her nose at her was quite a mystery.

"Oh, how exciting! I bet you need a dress for the occasion." Madam Pudifoot wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"I guess-I mean, I really don't have..." She hadn't yet thought of what she was going to wear, she'd been too busy trying to get everything organised and holding back the urge to just grab and kiss Draco whenever she could. Before she knew it, her hands were being grabbed and shaked in joy by the owner of the tea shop.

"Dear tea cups! Follow me; I have just the thing." And with that, the Head Girl was being pulled to the back of the store. "Now tell me, what kind of thing are you looking for? Silk? Satin? Red? Blue? Pink? Oh, I just adore the colour pink!"

Draco was trapped.

He was stranded in the girly tea shop with couples snogging and acting all mushy around him. The worst part? Hermione was meant to be back twenty minutes ago. Draco's last nerve was being trampled on by the most disgusting of couples seated on the table next to him. He understood that they had feelings for eachother, but why they felt that it was necessary to show everyone with working eyes was what confused him. Maybe it was because he was a guy, or maybe it was because he was single. Not only were the couples addicted to PDA, but he was in the most frilliest, girliest store known to wizards, with no other option but to deal with them.

The young Malfoy wondered whether Hermione was kidnapped or just lost. Either way, he was stuck and that's what annoyed him the most. Trying not to rip out his hair as he did so, Draco jammed his fingers into his blonde locks, effectively mussing it up. He probably looked like a right faggot; sitting in a couple-cafe, alone, with two empty cups and an empty tray of biscuits.

When Hermione finally decided to show up, holding two large bags in one of her hands, she was greeted with Draco grabbing all the bags they'd already gotten and shoving her out of the store, into the cold night.

"So you had fun without me, then?" Hermione giggled as she took the bags from him and straightened out her coat.

"I swear on Voldemort's lingering soul, I will Avada the next couple I see. I fucking swear on it." He growled out between clenched teeth.

Hermione just smiled. "I'm proud of you for not doing so already."

"Where the fuck were you, anyway?" Draco mentally kicked himself for the harsh tone, but it seemed as if Hermione didn't take it to heart - she was too sorry for leaving him alone for ten minutes. Ten, long arse minutes.

"I was with Madam Pudifoot, and I'm really, really sorry about it." She bit her bottom lip nervously, awaiting a burst of insults accompanied by curses from Draco's mouth.

"Sorry? You're fucking SORRY? Do you realise that this has scarred me for life? Do you? Well, it has. There was just so much bloody PINK!"

Hermione held back a giggle and hoped her face wasn't showing her utter amusement. "I think you're being a little dramatic, I'm sure it wasn't that bad."

"Fine, let's leave you in the Quidditch store for ten minutes alone, and see how you take it." He challenged.

Hermione's eyes widened. "Okay, okay. I get it. Can you forgive me?" She was surprised at how well he was taking it. She expected hexes to be thrown and insults about heritage to be flung by now.

He glared at her and crossed his arms. Then a smirk broke out on his face.

"I don't like that look." Hermione told him hesitantly, which was a lie since she thought his smirk was beyond gorgeous, but the intentions behind it were what scared her.

"If you want me to forgive you, you're going to pay a price."

"...What kind of price?"

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." He winked hotly at her before strolling off.

"Shit." Hermione muttered under her breath, smiling just a little.

Author's notes ahoy!

Yeah, so...if anyone can suggest what Draco will make her do, then please tell me. I'm blank right now. I'll probably come up with something later on, but for now - MIND BLANK.

- Haven't proof read this. Don't sue if there's - and there probably will be - errors. :L