Okay, it only took a day to write this.

I hope you're happy!

R&R or die!

Well, not really.

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Disclaimer: We forgot this on Ch.1… So I'll say it twice :3… Any thing you may recognize from the Harry Potter books or movies Does NOT belong to me. They belong to the brilliant mind of JK Rowling. However, the plot and any other random characters belong to Bruna and myself.

Disclaimer: Any thing you may recognize from the Harry Potter books or movies Does NOT belong to me. They belong to the brilliant mind of JK Rowling. However, the plot and any other random characters belong to Bruna and myself.

Sincerily,

Your lovely co-author,

Annika. :

And now… I present, the next chapter!! wo0t :DDD!

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Behind Enemy Lines

By Annika and Bruna

Chapter 2

The Mystery Man

After what seemed like an eternity, the gang finally made their way to the Great Hall and towards the Gryffindor table.

Hermione was the last to enter. She was reading Hogwarts, A History (for the ten billionth time) as she was walking between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables to get to her seat. As this was occurring, Draco Malfoy decided to get up and scare some Gryffindor first years. As Draco and Hermione crossed paths, they looked at each other for what seemed like ages. Hermione had hatred with a dash of longing in her eyes.

And to her surprise, Draco had no hatred what so ever in his. His look was more kind. But this moment broke as he decided to check her out. Hermione's temper rose, but she didn't stop looking at him.

Draco noticed it and sneered and said in his usual cocky tone, "What are YOU looking at you filthy mudblood? You need directions?"

She glared at him and coldly, "Oh shut it. Go away Malfoy, I bet you're slut for a girlfriend is looking for you." She says walking right past him purposely bumping shoulders with him, being incredibly angry, she had to find some way to hurt him. Not knowing where the sudden anger came from, she sat between Harry and Ron. Hermione saw them staring at her, and Harry and Ron clearly saw the fire in her eyes.

"What's wrong 'Mione?" Ron said out of the blue before taking a big bite out of a chicken leg.

Hermione shook her head. "Nothing."

Ron swallowed his chicken and said. "There's something wrong with you 'Mione I can sense it."

Hermione banged her hand against the table. "There's nothing wrong!" She said coldly and stood up from the table and walked out of the Great Hall.

Hermione was full of mixed emotions. She couldn't bottle them up for any longer, so she decided to go to the only place where she knew she could be alone. Once arriving at the library, and sat down at the farthest corner and rested her head atop the table. After a couple minutes of dead silence she heard a book drop.

Her head immediately shoots up. "Who's there?" She asked,

The mysterious voice replied, "Someone..." The voice was very sweet, and peaceful.

Hermione cocked her head to where the mysterious voice came from. "Who are you?" She asked, looking at the direction the noise emitted from.

"Just… Someone." Said the voice, almost defensively.

As Hermione listened to the voice, she somehow felt calm, and relaxed. "Alright, someone." She said, smiling. "So, what are you doing in here, pestering people who are trying to be alone?" She asked, half jokingly, half serious.

"I'm not bothering you, am I?" The asked the voice, in it's amicable and melodic tone. It paused a moment before continuing, "I was just up here to get away from the ruckus in the Great Hall, what about you?"

"As am I," Said Hermione, ignoring the first question, forgetting that she didn't know the person behind the voice. "I'm just tired of people being rude to me all the time." She said, continuing her thought. As she said this, the scenes from her encounters with Malfoy, and when she was storming off to the library floated through her empty mind, like swirls of mist coming from chimneys on a cold winter day.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Said the mysterious voice, "A pretty girl like you should be treated as a lady."

Hermione felt taken aback by this comment, but she also felt a surge of self-confidence for no one has ever called her pretty besides her friends and family. "Thank you…" She said sheepishly. After a long awkward pause, Hermione decided that, since she had nothing better to do, and was too embarrassed to go back to the Great Hall, she would sit in the Library in silence, but if at all possible, she would break this serene silence to talk to the mystery man.

"Hey, Myst-" Hermione was cut off by distant voices calling out to her. She got up from her seat and trotted to the entrance to the library. She looked out and saw Harry and Ron roaming the corridor, shouting her name. "Oh, it's them." She muttered under her breath, as she scurried back to collect her stuff. "I'm sorry Mystery Man, but, my friends are looking for me, so I better go talk to them before they get mad…" She paused, waiting for an answer.

"It's quite alright, go ahead," Said Mystery Man.

"Good-bye!" Hermione said as she walked out of the library, to find herself standing in front of Ron and Harry.

"We're sorry, 'Mione," Ron says, with an apologetic look on his face.

"We didn't mean to make you mad or anything…" Harry said, with the same look on his face as Ron.

Hermione smiles, "It's quite alright." She said, turning the boys around so they could walk back to the Gryffindor common room. As she took the first step forward to lead the boys, she said, "Just, be a little more careful around me. I'm a girl, I happen to have more feelings than you can fathom." Hermione laughed and began steadily walking, with Harry and Ron smiling and following her.

Once back in the common room, the trio notice that most of the people in Gryffindor house are in there, talking, giggling, playing games and catching up with old friends. Harry and Ron each kick a first year out of a big comfy chair by the fireplace, and leaving one open for Hermione.

"Won't you join us, 'Mione?" Ron asks, looking slightly hopeful.

Hermione looks around the common room, and sees that it's full of people. She turns back to Harry and Ron, "No thanks," She says, making her way to the stairs that lead to the girl's dormitory, "I think I'll just get to bed early tonight, thanks for asking though." Hermione smiles and heads upstairs. Once she's there, she flops down onto her four-poster bed and smiles to herself, thinking about the encounter at the library. She then, gets up, changes into her nightgown and lifts up the covers, gently sliding herself underneath and finally resting her head on the pillow. And with that, Hermione fell asleep dreaming about classes starting and the events that had occurred earlier that day.