A/N: Thank you all for the hits I got on the first chapter 'The Silver Blonde Secret'. I was no where near expecting all these favourites, reviews and messages. Cookies all around! Again, Ms. Rowling owns, not me, unfortunately, or I would have a lot of money :) Hope you like, very boring chapter, sorry guys, but it was necessary. Please R&R and I promise to reply. Thankyou, and enjoy!

CHAPTER TWO : THANK BEZOAR

"Miss Granger?"

The sniveling voice pulled Hermione out of her trance, and she raised her dreamy eyes up to meet those of the speaker, a one Professor Snape. Only moments before she had been thinking about the last night, about how she still had no idea who the mysterious kisser was, and she couldn't help replaying the kiss over and over in her mind until it now seemed far too magical to be real, seemed more like a dream in which she could find her happy ending. And then she was reminded about the hellish potions lesson she was currently sat in. So hellish that her evil, Satan like, teacher was glaring down at her from his staggering height above her and past his greasy, black, too long, hair.

Snape's dark eyes bored into her own, and Hermione blinked as though his eyes were burning into her mind, and in that moment she realised that was exactly what they were doing. Snape was using legilimens against her, to try and get into her mind and be an even more of an annoying git than he had already proved to be. Disgusted that her teacher would do such a thing, Hermione sent up a wall to block his thoughts, instead thinking about his very hooked nose and how greasy his hair was. Smiling innocently up at him, she pulled out of her thoughts to reply. "Yes, sir?" she asked in a voice so sugary it shocked even herself with its sweetness. Snape glared at her, his eyes becoming narrow slits in his ugly face, never had a student other than Pansy Parkinson used such a tone with him, but she was just annoying. He nodded to his left, motioning to the blonde boy stood besides him.

"Malfoy, work with Granger, before she forgets the... rules" He spat the words at her, so violently that she pulled back slightly to try and stop herself being impaled by saliva. Hermione felt her cheeks grow a deep shade of magenta, and hid behind her long hair to try and hide her anger. Think about the kiss, think about the kiss. She told herself, knowing it was the only way to stop herself from storming out of the classroom in tears, even after all these years of abuse from Snape, and now when he clearly knew what she had been thinking just moments before. She couldn't help cursing him under her breath before dragging her books over to Malfoy's desk, narrowing her chocolate brown eyes at him before he could even utter one word. "Granger," he muttered to her, glaring back at her. "Malfoy," she snarled at him, hating the very word almost as much as she hated the person in front of her, if that was at all possible.

Pushing up the sleeves of her red and gold trimmed jumper, she saw Malfoy doing the same with his green and silver one, and it was the first time she caught a glimpse of his hands. Man hands, the kind that all guys their age wanted but only a small amount of them could really have, strong hands that could handle anything perfectly. As the thought ran through her mind, she blushed strongly, letting a single curl fall over her face again to hide her reddening cheeks from anyone else around her. Looking up at Malfoy, Hermione turned towards the ingredients cupboard to get what they both needed, still fuming at the fact she had to work with the snooty ferret in the first place, yet knowing that hiding in the cupboard was the best way to hide her red cheeks. "Bezoar, bezoar, bezoar," she muttered under her breath, searching the cluttered shelves for the antidote that she was looking for. The shelves were riddled with anything apart from the one small thing she was looking for. Hairs of various animals were held in vials next to silvery liquids of some kind, that were far too advanced for even Hermione to recognise. After a minute of looking, she spotted the antidote, and reached for it, being on the top shelf. She had always hated being so small, but now she hated it even more than ever. Even when she stood on her tiptoes, there was no way she was even close to reaching it. She stretched herself out, unaware of the grey eyes behind her carefully watching the rise of her pleated skirt up her thighs.

"Out of the way, mudblood."

Hermione started at the voice, but her anxiety soon turned to pure hate. Mudblood. She hated that word, it was so... Slytherin. There was nothing dirty about her blood at all, and it was no fault of her own that she was born into a muggle family. She stood up tall, proud, knowing how proud of her her dentist parents were, knowing how she was no worse than anyone pure blood, least of all, Malfoy. She glared once more at him as he grabbed the bezoar with such ease, and dropped it into her hand. One thing she was not expecting was for him to carefully place it into her palm, pressing his hand onto her own, before pulling back from her. In that moment, she had looked into her eyes, and she had seen past the grey, she had seen the warmth of his grey eyes, not the cool side she had always known. As he sauntered back to their place in a true Malfoy swagger, she cleared her throat before following him out, head held high, telling herself it was only Malfoy, nothing more, and there could never be anything less than him. Telling herself that the feeling in her chest, like a slowly burning fire, was due to her anger, never him, never.

Half an hour passed, and by the time they were done their potion, with much arguments and disagreements, Hermione's face was riddled with black smudge marks from various sections of the potion. Perhaps if Malfoy wasn't such a proud git he would have allowed her to just make the potion on her own. But no, of course he wasn't going to do that, he was going to make her life hell and generally get her into trouble. In the end, their potion had ended up the complete wrong colour, and Hermione swore that those bubbles were definitely not supposed to be emitting some kind of purple gas that caused you to cough if you breathed it in. It was all his fault, him and his stupid pride.

"Fail." Snape snarled at her, a grim smile pulling up his thin lips. "No doubt you're to blame Miss Granger? You'll come back every night for detention until you can perfect this. No questions." Hermione's jaw dropped further than she ever thought it could. Surely he was joking, or at least, he must have been talking to the two of them? There was no chance in hell that he would single her out purely to make extra jabs at Gryffindor, or - rather - Harry Potter. "Draco, you can cover Miss Granger's detention, if you may." Snape concluded, causing Hermione's already doe eyes to widen even more. He wasn't joking. He was simply letting Malfoy get his chance to torture her in every way that he could, and every way that was possible.

Malfoy nodded, pushing back his pale blonde hair with his hands. His hands. Hermione remembered. The hands, pressing against her back, pushing her into the stone wall. Strong hands, hands that could handle anything perfectly. Smooth hands. Hands just like those of Draco Malfoy.

A/N: as I said, boring, but dun-dun-dun! What's Hermione going to do now? You'll actually have to wait a week this time because I'm going away. Thankyou.