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Author's Note: I'm really sorry, you guys. I've written so many chapters for this, and every time they ended up in the trash can. I finally decided to just leave some of the plot be for now, so this next drabble-ish chapter is set a bit after the last chapter. I'll fill in the blank later, probably. If you have any suggestions, please lemme know in a review, kay?

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Chapter Thirteen

"We're too different. Things like this, they... they never work out in real life."

"Only because in real life, people aren't willing to try to make things work out."

"It's just... a lost cause. I don't want to make it hurt any longer than it has to. I'm the bookish muggleborn, neat, composed, passionate, liberal, witty... You're, you're..."

"The spoiled, haphazard, pureblood brat, with a sharp tongue and a mind full of prejudice?"

"Well, honestly, yes. I don't like the way it sounds, exactly, but yes."

"But I've changed. Now I'm the spoiled, haphazard, pureblood git with a sharp tongue and a mind full of nothing but affection for the bookish muggleborn."

"People don't just change..."

"I'm a person, not a people."

"No, but, really. Girls who enter relationships thinking, 'I'll be the one... I'll be the one to change him...' They only get hurt. It never works out for them."

"That's different."

"Not entirely, I don't think. You thought you could change for me, and..."

"No, I never changed for you. Hermione Granger, I changed because of you. And you didn't change my mind because I fell in love with you, or something, you changed my mind because I was wrong, and you were smart enough to make me see that."

"But you can't love me because I was 'smart enough' to change you. I didn't do anything, really."

"I don't love you because of that. I love you 'cause... Merlin, it sounds corny. You're you. You're brilliant, and humble, and witty, and pretty, and caring, and you've made me respect you."

"I don't know what to say."

"That makes this, what, once in your life? Maybe twice if someones used the confundus charm on you?"

"Fine. You've convinced me. It could work. But..."

"Granger, you're not signing a contract. I mean, you do like reading, I could write one up for you if you wanted, but that would be rather medieval. Really, people already thought we were snogging in secret. Shouldn't be too much of a shock. Maybe we should just say the story was true?"

"Or we could not say anything. It isn't their business."

"True. Could you tell Potty and Weaselbee though? I'd like to see the looks on their faces."

"I'd rather not."

"Fine. You're no fun."

"We already have that much in common, then. Maybe this will work out."

"It will."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"You're supposed to say 'what are you thanking me for, Granger?'"

"No I'm not. Why? Is that what Weasel usually asks when you thank him for things? Because that's not proper etiquette for wizards, or anything, he's just dumb."

"No, but it is what people in general say when I thank them without a pretense."

"Oh. I thought you were thanking me for deciding to kiss you."

"For what?"

You can guess what happened next.

If you guessed that Professer Snape would come in and attack them, then you were wrong, Malfoy just kissed her. And no, I won't be going into detail because frankly, that's icky.

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