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The weeks flew by, the teachers were piling us with homework (not that I was complaining, I had fewer nightmares after solid studying) and before I knew it, it was November. Frost was lurking in every corner of the school with Peeves breathing down our necks, pleased to hear the shrieks of first years as they hurried to get to class.

One cold, gloomy Wednesday; Harry Ron and I were sitting on Gryffindor table eating breakfast, moving as close to the roaring fire as possible.

"We are going to thrash Slytherin this year!" said Harry while wolfing down a piece of toast ravenously.

"Yeah totally, I can't wait to see Malfoy's face when we beat them next week. I'm telling you Harry, this is the best team Gryffindor have had in years, and that's saying something!" replied Ron, his pale face lit up with excitement.

I wasn't really listening to their conversation; Quidditch bored me to death. However, at the mention of Malfoy's name I felt my face burn. I berated myself.

Get over it Hermione! So what, he wiped a bit of ink from your face, big deal.

But he has been quite civil since the incident in the corridor…

No, he just doesn't want to talk to a Mudblood, that's why he hasn't talked to you since! Plus you have a boyfriend who is trying to get your attention now as a matter of fact….

It was true, during the internal battle Ron had been calling my name repeatedly.

"'Mione! 'Mione!"

"Oh, right, sorry, what was the question?"

"I was asking you what lesson we have now! Honestly, why can't you listen?"

I glared at him but I knew he was right. I should be paying more attention to my friends than to Malf – you know what, I'm not even going think about him.

"Oh, um… Potions. I think."

"OK, then let's go, don't want to keep the old grouch waiting, do we…"

We walked out of the now empty Great Hall and headed towards the dungeons.

After a while, Ron stopped. "Harry, you go on ahead, I need to talk to Hermione for a sec."

"Ok sure." He gave Ron a suggestive wink and waved as he walked briskly to the dungeons.

I wanted to get to Potions faster. We were already late. "Ron, whatever this is? Can't it wait until – Mph!" but Ron had silenced me with a kiss before I could carry on. It was a soft tender kiss and when we pulled apart a bit of me ached to do it again.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I snapped at you back at breakfast." He said apologetically, giving me that cute smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"Well if that's how you apologize all the time, then feel free to snap at me as much as you want," I joked.

He gave me a peck on the cheek as we raced, hand in hand to potions and we scarcely made it into the classroom before Slughorn ambled in.

I took my designated seat next to Malfoy who was poring over his potion book, brushing his platinum blonde hair with his hand. He gave me a nod of acknowledgement as I got my quill ready for the lesson.

The lesson was over as quickly as it had started and Malfoy was one of the first people to leave the classroom. As I was about to walk out of the door, Slughorn pulled me aside.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Professor?"

Slughorn nodded. "Well, actually there is. You see, I would like you to tutor a pupil from the class. He is lagging a bit behind everyone else and I'm sure you can help him."

"Of course Professor, who is he?"

I crossed my fingers behind my back, hoping it was Ron.

At that moment, Slughorn took a sudden interest with a spot on the ground. I felt my heart sink, in anticipation. Oh, God, not him…

I could barely hear Slughorn when he uttered the word: "Malfoy."

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