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Disclaimer: no, the HP characters arnt mine in real life...only in my dreams

Hermione sat in front of her bubbling cauldron, watching the ingredients mixed together.

"This, class, is the wenttil potion used for creating delusions. Its effects are only minor but should be used only in small dosages as the side effects can be lethal" Snape drowned on as he roamed the classroom.

"Then what's so good about it?" Harry whispered, although the whisper didn't seem to miss Snapes attention.

"The properties of this potion is of such great value mister Potter that I wouldn't expect you to be able to comprehend it, five points from Gryffindor for questioning my class" Snape hissed.

"He didn't really answer my question" Harry said, this time making sure Snape couldn't hear him.

Hermione continued to read from the text book and add ingredients to the cauldron as it instructed.

"Severus, may I have a word with you outside?" Professor McGonagall asked from the door, some twenty minutes since anyone had spoken.

Snape looked around at his students as though weighing up his options.

"I will be just outside the classroom. I expect no funny business" He ordered then joined McGonagall in the corridor.

Almost immediately after the door has slammed shut the class erupted into small conversations but no ones voiced match those of the Slytherins, one in particular.

"Says here that delusions can confuse someone to the point of insanity, interesting. What do you have to say about that Granger? Malfoy snidely asked, the class falling silent as he did.

"Wow, you can read" Hermione replied, unsure as to what he was getting at.

The class' reaction was divided; the Gryffindors sniggered and the Slytherins snarled at her, Hermione how ever went on with her potion that was now turning a violent shade of pink.

"How dare you" he snapped, standing to his feet.

Hermione ignored him and stared hard at her book, pretending to read it.

"Excuse me, I believe I was talking to you" He stated, stalking up behind her.

Hermione felt his hands on her shoulders as he spun her around to face him.

"Oi hands off!" Ron shouted, charging at Malfoy.

Before he was in striking distance Harry had grabbed ahold of him.

"Ron" Hermione yelled.

"No one touches you like that!"" Ron exclaimed, trying to struggle out of Harry's grip.

"So I've heard" Draco said.

"What are you on about Malfoy?" Ron questioned.

The whole class was watching the four like a mini series, Hermione was surprised they didn't have popcorn to stuff into their mouths.

Draco looked from Ron to Hermione with an evil look on his face which, quite frankly, confused the crap out of everybody.

When he spoke he spoke very slowly
"Oh I'm sorry was I DELUSIONAL to think that things were a little rocky between you two?"

Oh my goodness, delusional. Hermione thought frantically to herself, he must have heard her in the hallway.
Hermione tried to keep her face straight but Draco saw the recognition.

"We're fine, I think it's you who needs help Malfoy" Ron replied, throwing an arm around Hermione.

Unconsciously Hermione pulled away, which sparked whispers around the classroom. She tried to pass it off as a sneeze but it was to late the damage had been done. Ron was staring in shock, Malfoy was laughing like a tool and Harry had joined the audience in staring with their mouths open.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, finally piecing together some words.

"Oh, he wasn't aware? Oh dear I sure hate being the one to break it to him." Malfoy said in mock guilt.

"But lets face the light people, weasel pot here could never satisfy a women" He announced to the class.

The class laughed on cue as though a teleprompter had told them to. Then there was a thud as Malfoy was bowled over, not by Ron however.

"You creep! They were my personal thoughts and you exploited them. You don't even know what you're talking about" Hermione screamed as she straddled him, laying punches into his previously perfect face.

"Get off him" Pansy shrieked

Hermione momentarily stopped and looked up at her ugly pug face.

"You know what pansy? I have- WHOA-" Hermione was caught off guard as Malfoy rolled over so he had her pinned down on the dungeon floor.

"Granger if you wanted sex, all you had to do was ask" He laughed.

He lent down and placed his hand on her waist in the same motion. His cold fingers resting on her protruding hip bone.

"You know even for a mud blood, I thought a dungeon floor would be a bit below your standards" He whispered huskily into her ear.

His hand wandered below the waist band of her skirt but didn't get much further; Hermione had kneed him in the groin. He rolled off her, moaning in pain. She crouched beside him and, this time, whispered in his ear.

"You were a bit delusional to think you could ever pull that crap" and with that she slapped him in the face, grabbed her books and left the class room.

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