A/N: Hi guys. :) First time writing a fanfic in general but hopefully you'll still enjoy it! Constructive criticism is always welcome but please don't be too harsh. Ha. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling.

Wiping the side of her mouth with the end of her fingers, Hermione let out a small cry. Slumping down onto the bathroom floor, she put her head in her hands and tried to figure out for the umpteenth time that week what was happening to her.

She was far from stupid and the symptoms were clear but it simply couldn't be. She would have had to…and she didn't. So how?

Massaging her temples slowly, Hermione decided she would have to eventually see Madame Pomfrey and confirm what was happening to her. With a thread of hope in her mind, Hermione raised her head and looked at the bathroom tiles in front of her. Maybe she would go and Madame Pomfrey would diagnose her with some other magical malady and everything would somehow fall into place. That could be the only explanation after all because she didn't…

"Okay, okay. Just calm down." Hermione licked her lips and regretted it immediately when she tasted the sourness of her vomit. Standing up slowly, she shook off the restless feeling in her arms and legs and took a deep breath. She would just go downstairs to the Great Hall, eat breakfast, go to classes, then visit Madame Pomfrey during lunch hour. And then…and then….

Well, one step at a time. A delicious Hogwarts breakfast first. Toast, pancakes, muffins, waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon.

Scrunching up her face at the thought, Hermione headed towards the wash basin again.

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Picking at his bacon, Draco ignored the spectacle that was Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass practically kissing on top of his lap. Sighing heavily, he moved towards the left, only to trigger Pansy Parkinson's imagination. She beamed at the contact and Draco let out a sharp breath and began to glare at his bacon strips with intense concentration.

If I don't look at her, she'll go away. If I don't look at her, she'll go away. Chanting the mantra over and over in his head, Draco mashed his bacon into little bits until he felt Pansy's eyes look away with resignation.

As his shoulders relaxed, Draco moistened his lips with a sip of water and tried not to look over at the Gryffindor table. He knew what sight was awaiting him if he looked up. Granger laughing at something Potter would say, showing her cute dainty teeth. Weasley looking around confused for about eight seconds before realizing what the punch of the joke was. The usual.

He had no trouble looking up two months ago, even though it was only to show his disdain for the Golden Trio, but now it was different. While he could have easily mustered false hatred in his expression for Granger back then, he could only look away in shame when he saw her now. He had made eye contact with her a couple of times since The Incident in class or during meals but while he looked at her with repressed guilt, she only looked back at him with quick puzzled glances.

Unable to help himself, Draco's eyes moved upwards to the Gryffindor table. He prepared himself to see Granger's infectious smile but knit his eyebrows in concern when he saw an empty space besides Potter.

Looking at his watch, he saw the snake tail slithering to ten minutes till eight. Had she come and gone then? The side of his mouth turning upwards slightly, Draco guessed she probably went to the library to grab a book or do some last minute studying. Typical Granger. However, as the image of her sitting down in a comfy armchair in the library crossed Draco's mind, his small smile quickly turned into a frown.

The library. Where she had been trying to reach a book on one of the top shelves. Where the image of her skirt slowly inching its away upwards and long smooth legs had made Draco relive all his boyish fantasies in his mind within minutes. Where he had taken advantage of the silence in the back of the library.

Blurred visions of her protesting profusely and mentioning Weasley several times and him quieting her with fevered kisses and strokes came back to Draco at light speed and he threw his fork down on his plate in aggravation.

His breaths coming in short pants, Draco's eyes blurred in anger and he realized his neighboring housemates had stopped what they were doing and were instead staring at him. Looking sideways at his friends, Draco moistened his lips and tried to calm his trembling hands.

Just pick up your fork and eat, Draco told himself. They'll look away once you start eating again. They'll think you're a circus freak but they'll still look away nevertheless. Moving his hand forward to pick up his fork again, Draco sighed in resignation and shook his head.

Getting up from the bench, he picked up his books and started to make his way out of the dining hall.

If only he could Obliviate his own memory as easily as he had Granger's.