Potions. If it had been any other year, I would have half-enjoyed it. Even if Snape had been teaching us, which is saying something. I cannot bear to come second best to Harry again.
 

"I don't have a bloody clue what you're up to, but if you dare get us in trouble you will be cursed into the next millenium!"
 

I could not let Harry tell Dumbledore any further. I'd have to say that it was someone else... or that I didn't know who it was. I wish I hadn't made that stupid deal...
 

"I'm not stupid, look," He pulled his red and gold scarf from his neck and folded it around the necklace inside. It looked familiar, I was sure I'd seen it before... "Hermione... isn't this from-"

"-Borgin and Burkes?"

We glanced at each other for a moment, on the same wavelength. This was all adding up: Malfoy.
 
 
 
 
 

This was Harry Potter, my... I wasn't quite sure what he was to me anymore. He was my best friend, my confidant - as I was to him - but what could I call him now?
 

He passed a small box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, a distinct smell of chocolate, lemon and sea salt coming from it.

"Oh, my one source of weakness," I mockingly held a hand to my forehead, and still raised an eyebrow as he shook the box appealingly. "You are not going to tempt me like some sort of donkey with a carrot."

"Tempt you? I don't think I'd need confectionery to do that Hermione."
 

If that was what Harry had foreseen, I certainly couldn't tell him it was true. I didn't want to think about it yet – maybe I could put it off until later. That wouldn't work; I'd just be fuelling the fire to my worries by doing that.
 

 "Harry! Don't!" I said sternly, and was met by Harry's look of confusion and rage.

"Hermione, how can I just let him–" Harry glowered. His other hand reached for his pocket, soon grasping his wand.

I glanced around; several Gryffindors were surrounding us, wands in hands, looking daggers at Malfoy too.