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Draco P.O.V.

When he decided to keep an eye on He... Granger, he came to the conclusion that she wasn't really... happy? Was it because of that weasel boy? Did she like weasel? Or did she like Potter? Did she like anyone for that matter? Draco felt a boiling rage come up when he thought of weasel hurting Hermio... GRANGER. What was wrong with him? He didn't like Granger now, did he? Of course...

"I do!"

"Then act like it, you bloody idiot!"

Draco's thought were disrupted when Pansy shouted loudly. Another girl fight, he guessed. Not worth paying attention to. Sighing he looked at the Gryffindor table and to his great displeasure, Hermione was getting ready to leave. And even worse, Potter putting one arm around Hermione's shoulder, and another around weaselgirl. Perfect Potter with his scar and his broomstick, every girl fell for him. Totally unfair, but hey, not everyone can defeat the greatest dark wizard to ever walk this face of the earth when they're only one year old. Hermione didn't seem to mind, she smiled and walked along with the two little devils. Maybe it was time to leave. Especially since Draco kind of ignored Pansy and Theo at the moment. Picking up his bag, which had fallen of the table, and shoving the last bite of his toast in his mouth he left, following the two Gryffindors with whom he was going to have Potions class in about ten minutes.

Arriving in the dungeons right after Hermione, Draco was a minute early for class. Slughorn wasn't there yet, and neither were any of the Slytherins. Crap. Potter was laughing nastily at him, and then whispering something into Hermione's ear. Hermione laughed in response, and glancing in his direction. Was she laughing at him? But something had happened in the two seconds after Potter had told her the joke. She looked over Draco's shoulder and suddenly looked like she was going to cry. He turned around to see Weasel and a girl, fiercely snogging. Merlin, that would be sickening even if you liked both of them. Suddenly it came to him, Hermione liked weaselboy. Shite.


Hermione P.O.V.

"He is starting to look like his mother, don't you think? A little like he is always smelling something nasty. Maybe it's his cologne..." Harry smiled and looked at Malfoy, suggesting that this comment was about him. He was right, though. Malfoy did look like someone just put something very nasty and smelly in front of him. When you looked at him like that, it was kind of funny. He looked directly back at her, as if he wanted to tell her something. Hermione was ready to receive a particularly offensive comment when someone walked in. It was Ron, and he was snogging Lavender. Again. Suddenly she felt like crying, it was hard enough to look at them while eating breakfast or trying to study in the common room, but having to watch them in class? No. It wasn't like she liked him or something, but he was very interesting. And it hurt like hell when she saw him snogging Lavender. Malfoy was still looking at her, but turned around to see who came in. After that he looked at Hermione again, looking angry. As if he wanted to help her. Help her? Malfoy? Now, that was crazy. Luckily, Harry also noticed her sudden change in behavior, and tried to distract her by pointing at something on the wall, but she wasn't paying attention. Then Slughorn walked in, and told them there was an essay.

"Books away, kids! We are going to make an essay about the first potion that we made in this class! The draught of the living dead. You'll be doing this in pairs, and your partner is going to be someone form the other house. Isn't this fun?"

Yes. Fun. Woohoo. Maybe she could pair up with Theo Nott, since he was really good at potions. What she absolutely didn't want was getting paired with Malfoy. No way.

"Oh, and kids? The pairs are already made. Harry, you are going to work with Pansy. No, no complaining. And you, miss Parvati are going with Theo Nott over here. Hermione Granger..."

Help. Well at least it wasn't Parkinson, that would've been bad.

"...with Draco Malfoy."

Oh no. Could this day, this WEEK, get even worse? Probably not.


Draco P.O.V.

"... Theo Nott over here. Hermione Granger..."

He hoped desperately that he was paired with her. Not only was it good for his grades, but he could apologize for being such a jerk. But they wouldn't be a team, of course not. He was never lucky enough to be paired with Hermione.

"...with Draco Malfoy"

Yes. Could this day, this WEEK, get even better? Probably not.


Hermione P.O.V.

"It's unbelievable. That Parkinson Pug didn't do anything! I mean, it would've been bad enough if I actually understood what I had to do, but I don't. Maybe the Half-Blood prince can help me with this..."

"You shouldn't be complaining, mate. Goyle can't even read, I think" Ron decided to join the conversation. Fantastic, but she didn't feel like being nice to him. He didn't deserve it, if only she could get him out of her mind...

"I see you have detached your face from Lav-Lav's? Tell me, Won-Won, was it HARD to stop snogging her? It seemed as if you need it more than breathing at the moment."

Ron didn't know what to say back, but quickly recovered. "Are you on your period or something, because you're bitching me around. Maybe you should go get a tampo..."

He couldn't finish his sentence because Hermione had slapped him in the face. He just stood there, stunned, while Hermione yelled at him. He was an arsehole, he deserved nothing better than that filthy girl Lavender. Maybe he could go snog her, instead of being such an ignorant fool with the emotional range of a teaspoon, a metaphor she liked using. It didn't look like Ron was going to respond, so she ran of, smacking every door she saw. She was just about to run to the room of Requirement when she bumped into Ginny. She was talking to Luna, who was wearing a very perticular pair of earrings. When Ginny asked her what was wrong, Hermione burst out in tears.

"It's... It's just that Ronald... He's such a jerk! He doesn't even care about me and my feelings. And then... Then Harry! He wants to help me, he really does, but he can't! And then there's Malfoy, who is acting all weird, and I don't know! I don't know what to do..." Hermione sunk to the ground, crying her heart out, and clutching to her bag, which she held tightly to her chest. She covered her eyes with her hands, not wanting to show her swollen eyes. Ginny looked worriedly at Luna, and the blond Ravenclaw girl nodded and walked away. Ginny sat down next to Hermione, and held her hand. Hermione closed her eyes while Ginny shushed her.

"'Mione, it is going to be alright. Ronald is a stupid boy, and Harry is not the brightest. But Malfoy, I don't know what to do with that. If I heard you correctly, it's very complicted. And I really want to help you but I have to get to class. I'll talk to you this evening, okay?"

Hermione nodded and Ginny left, going to class. Hermione sat there silently for another ten minutes, and then decided to get to the room of Requirement, like she was origionally going to. She stood up and walked to the wall, thinking really hard about a place where Harry and Ron couldn't reach her, a place where she could study and get some rest. After walking back and forth three times, a giant door appeared. When she walked into the room of Requirement, she felt relieved. The room was the same as always. A bright room without any windows, but with a giant bed and a table to read. Next to an immense fireplace, there were a few leather chairs. There also was a giant bookcase, and a piano. There even was a coffee machine, which she had requested when she had to study for her O.W.L.s. Normally, it was very peaceful and quiet. But now there was someone sitting in one of the giant chairs next to the fireplace. It was a tall boy with light blonde hair and silver eyes, and with that, the last person she'd expected to see. Draco Malfoy.


Draco P.O.V.

He was fed up after Potions, Hermione and he had made progress and the essay already looked good enough for an acceptable mark, but it had to be better. He really didn't feel like going to the common room and having to talk to Pansy, so directly after leaving the classroom he ran up the staircases to the seventh floor. Once he was facing the wall, he closed his eyes and started walking. He was wishing for the place he always went to if he wanted to be alone or study. A nice room, warm and cozy. He'd even crashed there a few times. After three times, he saw the massive door, made from wood. He stepped in and gasped at the view of the room, as he always did. He put down his books and walked to the bookcase and pulled out a random novel. He'd read them all, and loved every single one of them, so he just chose a different one every time. Once he had settled down in a leather armchair with a cup of coffee in his one hand and a book in his other, he put down the coffee at the little table on his right side, and pulled out his wand. He cast a spell and seconds later, the wood in the fireplace was giving a nice, warm glow and spread warmth through the room. He opened his book and started reading. When he was about fifteen minutes in, and about 25 pages in, when someone came storming in. He couldn't see who it was, because his chair faced the wall, and not the door. But when the person who stepped through the door came closer, he could see a head full of messy hair and bright brown eyes. Hermione Granger.

A/N Hello everyone! I can't believe this is my second chapter already... What I do know is that I would really appreciate it if you left a review once you've read the story, to tell me what you think. An anonymous review saying I read it and I enjoyed it really makes a difference. Thank you!