"Stay away from me Malfoy!" Hermione called as she ran away from her table in the library. Heading towards the common room, she thought about why he was insistent on bugging her more than ever. Over the past three weeks, he seemed to be every where that she ended up, and she didn't like it at all. Just today in the library, Malfoy caught her off guard as she was daydreaming about a new book, typically, and smirked at her. She remembered some snide comment about Ron and herself, then she screamed and ran.

What else was a girl to do? She could take care of herself, but she felt vulnerable at that moment and panicked. When she got to the common room, Harry was by the fireplace going through a quidditch book, and Ron had Lavender in his lap in a far away chair.

She sighed and made her way over to Harry saying a quick hello, and retrieved her Potions essay from her bag. She stared blankly at the three foot page, running over all her encounters with Malfoy, and dreading going back to the head common room. She was snapped out of her trance as she realized Harry had begun speaking to her.

"You're back early, everything alright?"

"Oh," blushing uncontrollably she hurried to make something up, "there were quite a bit of people, and it got a bit crowded."

Harry seemed pleased with this answer, and continued to read. She hastily told him good night and wandered back to the heads dorm, hoping he would be asleep or at least in his room when she got there.

Luck was not on her side however, as she walked in. He was seated on the golden couch, a part of the matching chair and love seat, that she believed went nicely with the ivory walls and blue trim. She adored the room, but not the present company. She was right furious when she found out who made head boy, but in the end reasoned it was the most obvious choice until the year started. She moved quickly wishing the floor could open up and save her from his silky blue eyes…wait did she just think of his eyes as silky? Oh goodness, what was wrong with her! This thought made her stumble a bit as she half ran to her room.

"Hermione?"

She stopped completely caught unaware by her first name.

"Malfoy?" She thought she saw something in his face, but it was gone so quickly she felt embarrassed.

"Sorry Granger, I just wanted to make sure you didn't bash into the table with my homework on it, running around like that." He turned back to the fire quickly, not noticing her mouth still hanging open.

Was Draco Malfoy somewhat civil to her? She swore she heard him use her first name when he called to her. Was she going mad? She decided it wasn't safe for her to think any more on the subject, and ran upstairs to her room, shutting the door quickly. Laying on her bed, she dreamed of silky blue eyes and stunningly white soft locks. She woke up early in the morning disorientated and slightly hot. Making her way to the shared bathroom, she turned the shower to a cool drizzle and jumped in. Her hair, which had become smooth and wavy during the summer, became dry as she waved her wand. She examined herself in the mirror, noticing the way her curves flowed slightly at her hips, and the flatness of her stomach. Hermione sighed and wrapped a towel around her body just as the door from the opposite side burst open. She yelped and pulled the towel tighter as Malfoy walked in the room.

"Oh Granger, sorry, I didn't think you would be up this early." Stuttering as he noticed her state of undress, he slid his eyes down and back up slowly. Hermione's face turned a dark shade of red and as she muttered something she sprinted back to her room, slamming the door. Why did just a look make her into a bumbling mess?!

'Why would that bother me…..no….it can't be…there's no way I'm attracted to the git!' Moving around getting dress as quickly as possible, she heard the shower turn on. A mental image of a naked Draco popped in front of her eyes. "No!"

"Herm…Granger?"

Controlling her features she turned to him. The slip up on her name was not lost on her. "Yes Malfoy?"