It was in the way he moved that was different. She was used to his arrogant saunter across the Great Hall, but this new stride screamed something Hermione had never seen on his face before. In place of his usual sneer or smirk, depending on whom he was walking by, was a smile of pure relief.

Relief, she was almost positive, from their little run in last night.

Hermione had returned to the Head's common room last night, despite her fear that he would be there. She had said the password in a whisper before carefully opening the door, preparing to turn around the minute her appearance became known. But, it seemed his desire for more drugs with his posse had dragged him back to the Slytherins, leaving her with peace and quiet in their large common room.

And her thoughts. He was obsessed with her. He had even admitted it himself. And Hermione knew this obsession was all him, or rather, it wasn't because of any spell she put on him. The mudblood bewitching Draco Malfoy, the mere thought was laughable.

But something was defiantly up to bring about this change, and a spell boldly seemed the best explanation.

I mean, Draco Malfoy, freely "falling" for me?

Their past was too much. Every encounter they ever had turned out poorly. Even now as Heads they hardly spoke, regardless of the fact that they had had almost every class together the past six years.

And she was so…plain in comparison to him. She knew she shouldn't think of him as bloody gorgeous, but it was the truth. Not only did he have a ton of money, he was attractive. Blond hair, sharp features, defined cheek bones, dressed to always show off his muscular arms, and when he turned around, his tight…she blushed at the mere thought.

And she was so…boring in comparison to him. She read and did all her homework. She went to bed early and woke up at the same time every day. He lived life on the edge, played Quidditch dangerously, dueled illegally, swore at teachers, partied, was a ladies man, using girls as purely physical objects, did who knew how many drugs, got drunk, all the while doing all his homework and getting excellent marks.

The point was, she was just another girl. Nothing special. Sure her hair did have some good days, and her skin was almost always clear, but she wasn't a Fleur or anything. And sure she got drunk that one time Fred and George had given Ron a bottle of Firewhisky for his 18th birthday, but after she thrown up multiple times all over Neville's bed, she decided drinking wasn't for her, so it wasn't like she was Miss Adventurous either…

All in all, she wasn't anything that was even remotely close to what he probably looked for in a girl. Anything like he deserved…

Perhaps a Slytherin had preformed the spell, hoping to get a laugh. Or a Ravenclaw Malfoy had been too harsh on during the past…

Back to reality, Hermione again began following his figure. Deciding to be sneaky, she used her hair, which was now down to her mid-back, as a curtain to peak through. She followed his form as he took his usual place on the opposite side of Crabbe and Goyle, next to Blaise and Pansy, who were, once again, making out, their hands wandering over eachother's robes. And the minute he was situated, he looked right back at her, his ice eyes throwing daggers, her curtain not being as sneaky as she thought.

"Morning!" Startled, Hermione must have jumped a foot in the air. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Harry sat down in front of her, minus their third amigo who usually came down to breakfast at the same time Harry did.

Once she regained her breath, she smiled. "It's fine. I was just…" Her eyes shifted to Malfoy again, but she resisted making contact with his again.

"Dazing?" Harry smiled, showing off his brillant teeth. Hermione nodded.

"Where's Ron?" Harry grinned at that, running a hand through his hair, making Hermione suspicious. "Well, you know how that sixth year Layla has been, well, for lack of a better word, stalking him?"

"Of course." She knew too well about the petite, dark haired girl from Ravenclaw who set her sights on Ron about a year ago. Ron, who found her a bit off, (there had been a two day discussion involving the centeredness of her nose), politely declined each time.

"Well, Ron finally agreed to have a date with her last night." Hermione nodded, still not sure where it was going. "And he never came back to the room."

Hermione's mouth dropped and both her and Harry broke out laughing. Hermione knew Harry and Cho had been having 'relations' for the entire summer, and last year Ron and Lavender had for about a month, so it wasn't the shock that Ron probably had sex last night. Just because she wasn't 'ready' didn't mean other kids her age weren't.

"Personally, I think she will be good for him." Hermione said, finally reaching for an apple from the center of the table. "It is about time he had some romance in his life."

"You know, I could say the same for you." Was it by coincidence that Harry had reached for the exact apple she was going for and their hands landed on top of each other's? "It's been too long since Krum."

Hermione looked closely at Harry. The war hadn't been kind to anyone, but Harry was one of the few to bear visible scars. His green eyes were just as vibrant, however, and she knew that he was loyal to a fault and would always protect her, just as he had numerous times before.

"I'm glad you and Cho found each other again, Harry. I really am." During the war, Harry had risked his life to push Cho out of the way of a Death Eater, and now their relationship wasn't secret, but not known by many either. "And I'm glad Ron now appears to have Layla. I am fine with being single. In fact, I can't really see it any other way, you know?"

Harry appeared to be scrutinizing Hermione, and looked like he was about to say something when a piece of toast came flying across the room and hit Harry in the back of the head.

"What the…?" Harry turned around, rubbing the back of his head, looking for the cause of the flying object. Hermione, however, had her own ideas about who it could have been, and her assumptions proved to be right when she saw an empty spot at the Slytherin table that hadn't been there before.

"Did you see that?" Ginny whispered to Collin on the other side of the Gryffindor table.

"You mean Harry and Hermione, you don't think that they…?"

"No, well I mean yes. I mean I saw them but I'm talking about Malfoy throwing the…"

"You don't think Hermione and Malfoy?"

"I really don't know…"