"Oh I can't believe it. Granger is sneaking around the school with me, Draco Malfoy, to go mess up books in a library. The Hogwarts library to be exact. Call up the Daily Profit! This should be headline news!"

"Malfoy, do the words 'shut up before we get caught' mean anything to you?"

"Nope," and he starts skipping slightly down the hallway.

"GET BACK UNDER THE INVISIBILITY CLOAK!" i hiss. I run to catch up with him and stuff him back under the invisibility cloak. Oh why why why why why did I agree to this?

"Because you love me Granger."

"Wait did I say that out loud? And haha no I don't."

"Say what out loud Granger? And we shall see," he said in a mysterious voice.

"Just never mind Malfoy. And look," I pointed at the library door. "We are here." Malfoy throws off the cloak and marches straight into the library, fearless, like he owns it. Then he turns around looks at me and wiggles his eyebrows while saying,

"Lets cause some mayhem Granger." What is his problem? He drags me around the library after him walking up and down the isles. After fifteen minutes of this we both realize he has no clue what he's doing or where he's going. "Help me Granger. I don't know where it is."

"Well I don't either. I didn't even know it existed."

"Ooohhhh Granger really hasn't read every book in the Hogwarts library." He's making my blood boil and I think he notices because he says, "let's call Zakrey. Zakrey! Come here at once." And low and behold, Zakrey the House Elf apperates into the room.

"What is it you need from Zakrey Master and Mistress?" He bows down and looks up at us with a smile.

"We need this book Zakrey," Malfoy holds out a piece of paper and Zakrey takes it and stares hard at it.

"Ah, Master is needing the book of Hogwarts Relationships," he snaps his fingers and the book flies to him by magic. He then hands me the book. It's huge. "Master and Mistress? May Zakrey be your personal house elf?"

Yes of course you may," I say smiling down at him.

"Thank you thank you Zakrey is so pleased," the smile on his face rises and he waves good bye and dissapperates. I set the book on the table and we start flipping through. We get to my page first. It reads,

Hermione Granger

Relationships with the following:

Viktor Krum

Draco Malfoy

Cormac McLaggan

Harry Potter(?)

Ginevra Weasley

Ron Weasley

"That's quite a pile of relationships you've been in Granger," he says with a laugh. "Wait why am I on here?"

"Um hello?" I ask pointing at my stomach. He shrugs and nods in agreement. "Lets see your page mister," and I flip the book to Draco Malfoy but before I can see very much of it he covers it up with his arms. All I can read is:

Draco Malfoy

Relationships with the following:

Apple

Pansey Parkinson

Harry Potter

"Malfoy, would you care to answer why it says Apple? Who is that?"

"Don't insult my Apple," he mumbles softly.

"Right," I say, and I look at the book again. "And care to mention— Harry Potter?

"Only if you tell me why Ginny Weasley —?" He knows he's stumped me. I can't tell him why. I just can't. That's our memory.

*Flashback to the burrow night before the return to Hogwarts 5th year*

"Hermione?"

"Yes Ginny what is it? Is something wrong? We need to be getting sleep for tomorrow."

"No everything's fine. I just wanted to ask if you could do something for me." She looked up at me with those small brown eyes I can't resist.

"Anything for you Ginny."

"Could you — could you kiss me?" My mind does a flip and her words ring in my head 'could you kiss me? Kiss me? Kiss — me?'

"Kiss you? Why?" Ginny looks up at me having a hard time meeting my gaze.

"Well —," she starts slowly, "— it's just that I read that first kisses are supposed to be special. And I haven't had mine yet. I want it to be with someone I love and will always be there for me." She catches the look on my face. "No no it's not like that. I'm sorry Hermione I should never have asked." She turns away and starts crying. Ginny is strong. I've never really seen her cry so this must be very important to her. I slowly reach over and turn her towards me. Then I lean in and give her a small kiss which she returns. We slowly back away and I can see the tears still in her eyelashes, but now she is smiling. "Thank you Hermione," she whispers.

*Back to present day*

No I can never tell Draco Malfoy of all people what happened that night. I never even told Harry and Ron. I have a feeling the twins might have known. They were always slightly weird around us after that. The voice of Draco Malfoy interrupted my thoughts.

"So as we going to get on with what we came for, or what?" he says in a bored tired voice. He holds up the dictionary in his hands. "You got the spell?" He asks me.

"Yeah. I do. Are you ready?" He pulls out a list from his pocket. "What's the first one?" I ask.

"Arse"

The list looks like this:

arse

ärs/

noun

British spelling of ass

See Dolores Umbridge

filch

filCH/

verbinformal

verb: filch; 3rd person present: filches; past tense: filched; past participle: filched; gerund or present participle: filching

See Argus Filch

git

ɡit/

nounBRITISHinformal

an unpleasant or contemptible person

See Pansy Parkinson

prat

prat/

nouninformal

1.

BRITISH

an incompetent, stupid, or foolish person; an idiot.

2.

a person's buttocks.

See Gregory Goyle

snob·by

ˈsnäbē/

adjectiveinformal

1. relating to, characteristic of, or like a snob."she is ostracized by the snobby rich kids at school"
See Snobby the house elf

***

By the time we are finished we have successfully connected students names in the Book of Relationships to words in the dictionary. As we edited the dictionary we came up with many more than the ones on the list.

"Wait until the students and teachers see this," Malfoy whispers and squeezes my hand.

As we leave the library I whisper, "Mischief Managed." I know the Weasley Twins would have been proud.