A/N: Hello, I've decided to rewrite this because I really think I should. So, the first chapter is kind of short and doesn't give you much to any background detail, but I can't write beginnings so if you don't like just starting out, then you don't just like starting out. It's alright with me. The details and background stuff with come later.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. But I love J.K Rowling for writing it.

Hermione's P.O.V:

We'd only been back at Hogwarts three weeks and we'd already been given much more homework than many people could handle without help, A.K.A Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Because of this fact, I'm avoiding them so I don't do/help them with their work. So I'm sitting in the library, reading. The one place I know that Harry and Ron would not like to be unless they absolutely had to. It's quite sad really, the library is a nice place with much solitude. Sadly, my solitude was soon broken by the "whispers" of a group of Slytherin girls in one of the isles close to where I was sitting.

"He's acting weird." A voice I recognized as Pansy stated.

"Weird how?" One of her squeaky-voiced henchwomen asked.

"Like when I went up to his room –" God, seriously? Talking about that where anyone can overhear you? You must be proud, there are a quite a few names for you Pansy.

"He was under his bed?" The henchwoman asked in disbelief.

"Yeah! It was so weird. I couldn't even believe it was Draco! He looked so out of it when I actually saw his face!"

What? God, Hermione! Don't pay attention to them, you shouldn't even care. Even with that, I still thought it was weird. Without thinking about it much more I went back to my book until I heard loud giggles coming from them again, which lasted for much too long for my liking.

With a loud sigh, I closed my book and deposited it into my bag before picking it up and walking out of the library. If they want to have a conversation, why couldn't they giggle their ditzy way into their common room, or outside for that matter?

At least I could go outside without having to worry about them being there. Once outside, I took a seat on one of the benches closer to a cluster of trees, hoping to get some time without interruption so I could actually read my book. But of course, something had to interrupt me five minutes into reading. And it sounded a hell of a lot like a Howler, although I could only catch little bits of it.

"I swear –"

Curios, I followed the noise to see whose Howler it was.

"–Dead –"

When I got closer, I could see the red envelope floating in the air but yet to've seen the recipient.

"–Mess up again!"

The second it burst into flames, I could hear someone running quite quickly in the opposite direction.

Next day:

In Potions with the Slytherins. Just have to ignore them and focus on the lesson. Or the identity of the recipient of the Howler. The voice sounded familiar, but I just couldn't think of it.

With the slam of the door, all noises ceased and eyes went to Professor Snape. Silently and bat-like, which this author has always found quite attractive, he walked the board and started writing instructions with his wand. Once he was done, he turned to the class and said in his usual monotone, which this author also finds pretty dang sexy, "Our lesson, for today, will be the Opposing Potion. Does anyone know the purpose of this particular potion?"

My hand instantly went up in the air, much to the irritation of Professor Snape. He waited to see if anyone else would raise their hands before calling on me.

"The Opposing Potion, when made correctly, will turn the drinker's personality of the exact opposite for exactly six hours. When those hours are up, the drinker will return to his or her normal self. If not brewed correctly, the drinker will either be put into a comatose state for six hours, or will be unaware of his or her actions for the six hours."

"Good, Miss Granger." Snape turned around to write something else on the board.

Malfoy loudly whispered to Crabbe, "Maybe if we gave Granger some she wouldn't be such an annoying know-it-all." Crabbe started laughing quietly and I slunk down slightly in my seat with a sigh.

"Start on the assignment." Snape muttered.

Blocking out Crabbe's snickering, I started making the potion and by the end of class had finished it successfully, unlike Ron who's was turning an awful shade of orange and bubbling over. I put my potion into two small vials before putting one in my pocket and the other on Snape's desk. I just had a feeling I'd need it eventually. Apparently, a few other people thought so too as they filled extra vials. I was pretty sure I saw Draco slip a vial of Crabbe's horribly ruined potion into his pocket, but I may have imagined it.

When gathering my bag and ingredients, I accidently dropped a few things and kneeled under my desk to pick them up. Just as I was about to stand up, I heard Pansy starting to talk.

"Draco, are you alright?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'm fine, why?" He said in an aggravated manner.

"You were just acting… Weird yesterday."

"No, I wasn't, Pansy. I don't know what you think you saw, but I was acting no different than normal." With that, I heard Pansy exit rather quickly. Great, if I come out now it'll seem like I'm eavesdropping and Malfoy obviously didn't have plans on leaving any time soon, seeing as how I heard him sit back down.

I don't know how long I'd been under the desk, but I was jarred when I heard a sob coming from somewhere in the room. I needed to get out of here! I slowly started crawling out of the room, hoping not to be noticed because I know if Malfoy saw he'd probably try to kill me or worse – get me expelled somehow! I don't want to go back to muggle school!

A few feet from the door, I stood up but ended up having my foot caught on my bag and falling.

So close!

"Granger?" Malfoy growled, glaring and stood up.

I grabbed up my backpack – accidently leaving one of my books in the classroom – then took off running towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Granger!" Malfoy was running after me, probably to kill me. I quickly turned a corner, only to find it was a dead end. You fail me at horrid times, Hogwarts.

Malfoy came over to me and pinned me to the wall, looking like he wanted to slit my throat right then and there, "If you tell anyone what you saw or heard, Mudblood –" I held back a flinch at the word, "You'll regret it." And with that, he left, smirking at me. Such an arrogant ass.

A/N: Oh yeah, rewrote it ;D I'm determined to finish this story, even if it kills my need to write. Reveiws help to find a cure and keep me going, so please, review. I'm posting the next chapter already with this one, so yeah, hope it makes up for the length. And I'm not all that fond of this chapter because it's not up to my usual writing skills in my mind, so the next chapter will be written better. This one's just kind of rushed. Trust me, if you continue to the next chapter you'll understand that the other chapters are better. Thanks!