We'll Never Know

We'll Never Know

By: potter_punkette

Chapter 1

The Hogwarts halls were adorned with Christmas ornaments and every student and teacher alike was in a cheery mood. All of course except the Potions' Master, Severus Snape. He was piling onto his students' already large workload. He was, also, handing out a record-breaking amount of detentions.

"Damn Snape! Now, I won't even be able to squeeze in some sleep this term!" exclaimed Harry, obviously fuming.

"Well, we have to be prepared for our O.W.L's! He's only doing this with our best interests at heart, it's for our own good, really," protested Hermione.

"I'm surprised that you think Snape has a heart," said Harry quietly.

"Oh, come off it, Hermione! You have to admit this is crossing the line, six parchments! It's bloody Christmas, for Heavens' Sake!" said Ron smacking his fist into his hand.

"It is Christmas..."muttered Hermione as she rushed off to the library.

Ron glanced back at Hermione and back at Harry, "Reckon she'll explode one day? Like a Hermione Explosion?"

They sniggered and hurried off to the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione hadn't shown up for dinner or in the Gyffindor Common Room until very late.

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"I have to get this assignment out of the way..." thought Hermione hurriedly, not looking where she was going.

She bumped right into the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and fell back into surprisingly strong arms. She looked back to see who had saved her, only to look back into cold, grey eyes, which undoubtedly belonged to none other than Draco Malfoy.

"Watch it Granger, it's not a good idea to fall when Potty and Weasel aren't here to save you. Where are your boyfriends anyway?" sneered Malfoy.

"They are NOT my boyfriends and they're probably trying to get as far away from you as possible!" said Hermione through gritted teeth.

"Watch the way you talk to me, Mudblood!"

"Why should I? You're no better than I am!"

"I wouldn't be so cheeky, Granger!"

"And why is that? You know what? I haven't any time to bicker with you, Malfoy. I've got work to do, now, if you'll please get out of my way!"

"Gladly! But, look! If it isn't mistle-toe...you know the rule Granger, now pucker up!"

"Eat dung, Malfoy!"

She turned on her heel and began to walk off when Malfoy grabbed her by the arm and turned her around. He pressed his lips against hers. She pushed him away and smacked him across the face with all the strength she could muster up. She walked away huffily, only to leave Malfoy alone with his smirk.

"I can't believe what just happened! What's gotten into Malfoy?" Hermione thought to herself.

When she got to the library, she worked on every assignment she had been assigned and completed them all. When she was all done, she looked at her wristwatch,

"Ten o'clock!" she thought aloud.

She was rather hungry so she decided to sneak off to the kitchens and have a snack. When she got to the portrait of the bowl of fruit, she tickled the pear and it giggled (so did she, she always got a kick out of it). The portrait hole swung open to reveal the kitchen full of house-elves working hard cleaning up or cooking.

"Ah, Harry Potter's girlfriend is here!" shrieked Dobby the house-elf who thought of Harry as a god.

Hermione didn't bother correcting Dobby, she rather liked the ring to it...Harry Potter's girlfriend...

Hermione asked for some éclairs and treacle tart. She bade farewell to the house-elves and was off.

When she arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron and Harry were playing a game of Exploding Snaps.

"Where were you?" asked Ron and Harry in unison.

"Oh, I was in the library and lost track of time. Then I went to the kitchens for a snack and now I'm here," explained Hermione exasperatedly.

She didn't want to tell them about Malfoy. Well, at least not Harry, she got a funny feeling in her tummy every time she was near him...ever since the kiss on the cheek she had given him after they had gotten of the train last year.

"Well, I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted," she said, heading for the girls' dormitories.

She quietly entered the dormitory, not to wake Ginny, Parvati, or Lavender. But they were all sitting up in their beds, as if they were waiting for her.

"We saw you and Malfoy..."said Ginny with a smirk.

"What are you talking about?" said Hermione trying to pretend nothing happened.

"How did they find out?" she thought to herself.

"Well, you two were, er, snogging," giggled Lavender.

"I don't think you know the whole story! He kissed me because we were under a mistle-toe, and if you had hung around long enough, you would have seen me slap him!"

Parvati squealed in delight, obviously ignoring Hermione's explanation, "So, is he a good kisser?"

"Well, yes or cour-Hey! How should I know? Ask Pansy Parkinson!" Hermione drew the curtains of her four-poster and changed into her jim-jams. She could hear the three girls laughing hysterically.

"How immature," she thought to herself, "well, at least I have Hogsmeade to look forward to tomorrow!"

"Good night, Ginny! Good night, Parvati! Good night, Lavender!" yelled Hermione, wondering if they could her over their incessant giggling.

" 'Night 'Mione!" she heard faintly through the muffled giggles.

Right after the girly guffawing had ceased she fell asleep and had the strangest dream...