“Right. You know what Amortentia is, right?” Hermione asked as she pulled out her potions book.
“Of-course not.” Draco relied. Hermione slammed the book down and huffed slightly.
“It’s a love potion.” she replied hastily as she flicked through the pages of the book.
“Oh, so that’s how you got your beloved Ron to fall in love with you then?” Draco asked as he smirked at her. Hermione glared at him and then pointed to a piece of text in the book.

“That’s - That’s nothing to do with you, Draco.” Hermione replied, looking away from him. Draco smirked at her brightly and laughed lightly.
“What?” she asked as she brought herself to look back up at him.
“You called me Draco, not Malfoy.” he replied, still smirking.
“Don’t you think that we’re getting a bit too old for that nonsense?” Hermione asked, smiling.
“Okay then. I agree, Hermione.” Draco said.

“Oooh! I’m so scared! Mummy help me, the stupid death eater is going to get me!” said Crabbe before he and Goyle then burst into a fit of laughter and jumped around like idiots in front of the desk. Draco clenched his fists and Hermione noticed his lip twitching slightly.

"Well, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, Ron and Lavender are an item. But I’ve notice you and -”
“-Draco, yes. I know you don’t approve, but I’m seeing a softer, nicer side of him, Harry. Surely you can understand my feelings for him?” Hermione butted in. Harry let out a long, dull sigh.

“You weren’t stupid, Hermione. He loved you, I know he did. Something.. Someone changed him.” his whole face lit up as he thought some more.
“What? Harry?” she questioned, completely oblivious.
“Love Potion! Hermione! It’s so obvious! Now we just need to find out who gave him it!” Harry exclaimed a little too loudly, earning himself a disrespectful look from the bartender.

Draco was sprawled across the floor crying in agony while Harry laid punch after punch into his ribs.