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...Anyways, I heard Zabini is Italian so...yeah!

Read Author's Note at the end, yes?

Apology Accepted

Snape gave him a solemn look.

Malfoy still presented a smile at his professor.

The Potions professor just nodded at him and started to make his way towards his desk.

"Professor Snape, aren't you going to do anything?" Granger questioned, looking back and forth at him and Malfoy.

"No, I'm not. I'm merely going to allow the potion to wear off. It is only a matter...of time, actually. Besides, he isn't going to remember anything." he stated.

"But, Professor Snape! Zabini was the one who-"

"Mr. Zabini will receive his punishment through Mr. Malfoy. I am predicting that his compliments will affect him...and you, Mr. Finnigan," Snape glanced at Finnigan.

"But Professor Snape, I already have detention. Do I have ta-"

"Ten points off from Gryffindor. Don't question me, Mr. Finnigan."

Everyone was still staring at the five of them until Snape ordered the class to stop with the nonsense staring and go back to their potion before he gives them all detention (And taking points off their House expect for Slytherin).

Seamus huffed and narrowed his eyes at Hermione, who returned a look that said in her eyes: You-got-to-be-kidding-me. He watched her get up with Zabini to head towards Snape to show them their potion.

He heard a chair scoot closer to him and he felt a poke on his shoulder. Finnigan almost felt like hitting his head on the table, or throwing his 'almost-not-so-really-complete-and-messed-up-because-it-was-made-by-the-hands-of-Malfoy' potion at either Snape, Zabini, Malfoy, or any Slytherin in this class.

The Irish felt another poke on his shoulder.

And again.

And again.

And another bloody again.

"What the bloody hell do ya want?" Finnigan hissed.

"Well," Malfoy flashed a smile. "I was wondering...if you would like to become my friend."

Seamus thought the world was going to end within a few minutes or that Voldemort had just resurrected.

"Friends? Ya want ta be friends?" The Gryffindor almost laughed at the thought of Malfoy and him being friends. Hell, throw them into a field of flowers and with them happily skipping, arm in arm, through the flowers. Malfoy's hair flowing in the wind while Finnigan's hair stays on his head. That is, until Voldemort and the Death Eaters come and destroy the field of flowers and kill them. But that wasn't possible since Voldemort and the Death Eaters were dead. But it was more possible than him and Malfoy being the bestest of friends.

"Yes. I would love to be friends! Maybe, even best friends..." Malfoy happily said.

"Merlin no!" Seamus angrily whispered.

The Head Boy looked like he got stabbed in the heart and placed his hand over it.

"W-What...Why!" He questioned.

"'Cause yer a bastard an' a Slytherin. No way in Hell wer gunna ta be friends."

"Then we will make a way in Hell to be friends!"

"Malfoul, no."

"Seamus, you pronouced my last name wrong. It's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. But please, call me Draco!"

"No."

"No?"

"Yes, no."

"No, yes?"

"No, yes, no!"

"No, no, yes, yes?"

"Leave me alone!"

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes, no."

"SHUT... UP... MALFOY."

"Not unless you become my friend."

"Fine. I will become yer bloody friend."

"Bloody? Wait, your bleeding? SEAMUS, WHO WOUNDED YOU?"

"MERLIN, LEAVE ME ALONE."

"Hmm..."

Hermione and Blaise watched as Snape was inspecting their potion. It had the orange colour and the smell of a Hippogriff (for some odd reason) that Severus wrote on the board. Besides, it worked since their tester was Malfoy (who was still under the influence of the potion).

"Two of you completed the assignment...very well, actually," Snape said as he placed the potion at the side of his desk.

Granger gave a smile while Zabini looked like he didn't even care at all.

"You are excused to go back to your seats."

They both nodded at him and soon retreated back towards their seats. In the meantime, Granger soon began a little arguement with Zabini.

"Why did you do that?" She quietly asked.

"Do what?" He remained not to even look at her.

"Why did you make Malfoy intake the potion? There was no permission!"

"Snape didn't say that we weren't allow to do so in the first place."

"But still! It could have harmed Malfoy. Happens if you gave him more than an ounce?"

"It is just a personality-change. Why would you care about Malfoy anyways?"

Zabini noticed that she was a bit taken back by the question. But he knew why she cared. She's Granger, of course. She cares (sort of) about people's safety even though she and the other person aren't civilized with each other.

He saw her glare at him, but Blaise chose to ignore it. He always receives that from Draco anyways, so what's the difference?

Once they finally arrived in their seats, the Slytherin and the Gryffindor saw Malfoy trying to grab Finnigan. It seemed like Draco wanted to give the boy a hug.

"Get away from me!" Seamus ordered.

"Tell me who wounded you!" Malfoy demanded.

"No one!"

"You lying!"

"Why would I lie?"

"...I don't know."

Finnigan then noticed that Hermione and Blaise were looking at him and Malfoy. He thought of a way to get away from him so he can finish the potion.

"Malfoy, Hermione an' Zabini are here!" He managed to say as he shoved Draco away from him.

The Head Boy then greeted the two with a smile instead of his famous Malfoy smirk of his.

"Blaise, Hermione!" He waved his hands like crazy as like a child saw a candy store.

"...Um, Malfoy," she replied.

Zabini offered him a smirk.

They noticed that Malfoy keep staring at them with a big, huge smile still on his face.

Hermione or Blaise were not used to see the platinum blond smiling. It was sort of strange since his smiles were often smirks. Actually scratch that. It was very strange to see Malfoy smiling. I wonder; wouldn't his mouth hurt a little since he kept that expression for the passed minutes or so.

The atmosphere between the four soon became awkward. It was quiet and staring games were going on. But for Seamus, he later avoided it so he can finish the potion while Malfoy can have some kind of staring contest with either Zabini or Granger.

"Malfoy," Zabini surprisingly started. "Are you going to keep on smiling at me?"

"Why, yes of course! Smiling shows how friendly you are and I'm happy to see you!" Malfoy happily replied.

The tanned Italian just gave him a stare.

"Right..." He mumbled.

"Left!" Draco peeped.

The two Gryffindors looked at him like he was crazy while Blaise remained as calm as ever, but he did raise an eyebrow.

"Malfoy, what are you talking about?" Zabini asked.

"You said 'right', so I said 'left'."

"...Right."

"Southeast!"

"..."

"Okay, fine. We will play it safe...Sideways..."

"What the hell are you playing at?"

"Well, you said 'right' and-

"I know, but stop with this stupid game. It doesn't even make sense."

"It's not stupid," Draco pouted.

"Yes it is, Malfoy. Stop being childish."

"No it isn't, Blaise. Stop being so old."

Finnigan almost chuckled while Granger was trying to supress a giggle coming out from her.

"Then ask someone else to play," Zabini suggested.

Malfoy looked at Finnigan, who immediately said 'no' and went back to work on the potion. So, the Head Boy looked at the Head Girl and gave her a pleading expression. It was like a child begging for forgiveness from his parents, or when he or she wanted a new toy.

Hermione didn't want to admit it, but Malfoy looked like an innocent child that she wanted to hug and pinch his cheeks. She made sure that she would slap herself if she ever thought about that again. It almost made her vomit. Really. But this time, she would decide to vomit on Zabini since he was the one who made Malfoy act this funnily.

"Hermione," Draco began.

'Merlin, stop giving me that look! I'm not going to give in! I'm not going to give in! I'm not-'

He continued to give her the look.

"Okay, fine..." She sighed.

'Blasted ferret and his pleading look!' Granger saw Zabini smirking and she had a bad feeling that he was going to tell Malfoy what the blond had done. Especially what he had done and said to Hermione.

She soon looked at Malfoy, who was giving her another bloody smile of his. In the back of her head, she sort of missed the famous Malfoy trait of smirking. But she didn't really mind him smiling at her though. It was actually pleasant.

'I can't believe I thought that again! I'm really going to slap myself, I swear...' She thought as she saw Malfoy appearing out of nowhere, making Zabini move aside, and sitting next to her.

Hermione then wondered why Snape didn't notice Malfoy not doing any of the work. Also, if he noticed that Malfoy had just changed his seats.

Oh right; he favours Slytherins. How bloody wonderful!

Then, she noticed that he was too close for her liking. He was facing towards her and their faces were probably a few inches apart.

"Okay," he breathed. "We are going to play that game I just made with Blaise. The game is about directions such as: 'its north', or something like that. Does it makes sense to you?"

"...Umm."

"I will take that as a yes. So...Right!"

She nodded and said, "Left."

"South..."

"Northwest."

"Ahh, so we aren't going to play it safe I see...Alright! Southwest."

"Backwards."

"Northeast."

"Southeast."

"Frontwards."

"East."

"Oh," Draco elegantly lifted up a silvery-blond eyebrow. "Took it down a notch, I see...Well, Southnorth!"

Hermione just gave him a confused expression. She saw that Zabini seemed amused while Finnigan couldn't care less.

"Um, Malfoy...I don't think that is possible..."

"Fine, fine," he huffed. "Eastwest."

"What?"

"East-"

"I know, but that's not possible too!"

"Why?"

"Because East is the opposite of West. And it goes the same with South and North," Granger explained.

"Malfoy, in simplier terms," Zabini interrupted. "It is sort of like Granger and you."

She glared at him while he smirked and continued.

For Malfoy, he seemed to be intrigued by this.

"Hermione and I are like opposites?" He asked in amazement.

"She is a Gryffindor and you are a Slytherin. Her House and our House despise each other. You two despise each other."

"I don't hate Hermione," Draco said as he glanced at her.

She knew that he was still under the potion's influence, but it affected her. She never thought of Malfoy ever saying that, but it sounded so true when those words slipped from his tongue. She wished for this potion's affect to be gone as soon as possible because she was starting to think of Draco a bit differently.

"Yes you do."

"I do?"

"Yes."

"But if Hermione and I were friends, would it be forbidden friendship?"

"...Right."

"Left!"

Silence.

Zabini sighed and said, "Anyways, you are blond while she is brunette. You have bluish-grey eyes while she has brown eyes. Besides, your ambitions are a bit different."

'...Zabini is way too observant.' She continued to glare at him.

"Ambitions?" Malfoy wondered.

"I will explain later," Zabini lied. "But I guess you guys seem to," he smirked, "compliment each other."

"We don't!" Hermione cut in.

"We don't?" Draco looked at her with such grief that it almost made her regret what she had just said. There were tears soon forming on his eyes and he quietly returned to his seat.

Granger watched him return to his seat and put his head down. She gave a quick look at Zabini, who was just smirking at her.

She couldn't wait for class to be over so she can get out of this dungeon. But she did feel a bit guilty for making Malfoy cry, even though he was still under the potion's influence.

"Granger," a voice said.

She looked at the Slytherin and asked, "What?"

"I recommend you to apologize to him when class ends," Zabini said.

"He will soon forget everything and you will have the pleasure of telling him of what happened."

"True, but I know you will want to apologize anytime soon."

Granger remained quiet. She almost cursed in her head about how right Zabini was. She actually wanted to apologize to Malfoy, but oh how she hated being the one to ask for forgiveness. In her point of view, she thought that he was the one to apologize to her after all the things he had said and done to her throughout their years together in Hogwarts!

May the gods bless her in her later years.

As class went on, she decided to apologize to him at the end of class.

"Malfoy, stop crying."

"I-I can't! She...She d-doesn't think w-we can't compliment e-each other? I have to d-disagree! I t-think-"

"Stop with your bloody crying and stuttering."

"I c-can't! Y-You don't understand m-me-"

"Malfoy-"

"NO!"

"Draco, darling! What's wrong!" Pansy came out of nowhere and threw herself at him, "I have never seen you cry before! What's wrong, dear?"

She knew that Draco was still under the impression of the potion so she decided to go up to him, perphaps comforting the mourning boy will make him see how wrong it was to break up with her. And maybe, he might give in to her.

Malfoy kept whimpering while Parkinson was holding him tight, like it was her last moment with him.

"S-She-"

Parkinson stopped hugging him and glared at him.

"Who the hell is 'she'?" She questioned.

"She..."

"Who is 'she', Draco?"

"I thought...W-we would compliment each o-other!"

"WHO...IS...SHE." Pansy hissed.

"I'm s-sorry, Pansy, but I n-need to b-be alone..."

Pansy stared at him in shock, her mouth almost hanging open. She huffed and soon left the two boys; once again, heels clicking so hard against the floor. Sadly, she did not trip.

Merlin, do something nice for everyone, please!

Malfoy slowly looked at Blaise, still tears in his eyes. Zabini noticed that he seemed to be a bit hesitant to ask him something. To him, Draco almost seemed a bit shy.

"Blaise, can you hold me?"

Silence.

"No."

More tears.

Granger kept stalling. She didn't want to apologize, but she saw from far away in the hallways that Malfoy was still crying while Zabini had an annoyed expression.

"Oh, Merlin..." Hermione whispered to herself.

But she was happy that Harry and Ron didn't find her yet. It would be awkward (for Ron, he would be pissed) if they saw her talking to the ferret. They wouldn't be pleased. Not one bit. She knew that questions would be thrown at her if she was caught talking to him. But maybe they will be at least pleased to see Malfoy crying right in front of her. Maybe Ron might think that she made Malfoy cry with her incredible insults.

'Well...I guess it's time for me to say that I'm sorry. How wonderful.'

She frowned as she made her decision to go up to the two Slytherins.

Zabini really wondered how many tears Malfoy was able to release. In his head, he thought that maybe this was the first time that the blond actually cried.

'No wonder. He's been crying for the last ten minutes.'

To make matters worse, Malfoy kept saying the same thing.

"She...She doesn't t-think that we c-can't compliment e-each other?"

'Malfoy, shut up.'

But Blaise didn't say anything because he knew if he said that, Malfoy might as well cry a river. If possible, he might be able to create an ocean.

Though, Zabini wondered why Draco was so sensitive to what Granger had said to him. Out of all the people, her comeback had the most affect to him.

Then, he heard a cough in front of him.

Malfoy stopped crying and mourning while Zabini was cut off from his thoughts.

There stood, Hermione Granger.

Blaise smirked.

Draco almost smiled.

Granger frowned.

Then Draco frowned as well.

"...Malfoy..." She began.

Granger stood in front of the Head Boy and looked at him in the eye. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. But she sucked it up and decided to be the mature one, like always.

"I...am...sorry."

She didn't have time to think because she was enveloped into a hug that could have crushed her. Hell, Granger thought that she couldn't breathe. Well, actually there were two or possibly three reasons why she couldn't breathe.

One: she was being crushed that her lungs couldn't expand.

Two: she was being hugged by Draco Malfoy

Three: Draco Malfoy smelled bloody glorious.

Malfoy smelled absolutely beyond glorious. He smelled like expensive, forest, cologne. Hermione couldn't really explain it. It was like a rush towards her nose that it could clear out her sinuses. It was like breathing in something so fresh that she wanted more of it... And she badly wanted more of it.

And she badly wanted to smack herself for even thinking of that.

"Oh, Hermione!" Draco happily said.

Granger didn't really notice that he said her first name throughout the whole Potions class, but it now sounded like a melody to her when her name was rolled off Malfoy's tongue.

She really thought that his scent was affecting her.

"You are very f-forgiven! Oh, we are going to be t-the bestest of friends! More than S-Seamus!" He said, still stuttering a bit due to his new crying.

"Ma...Malfoy," Granger tried to say as she was being muffled by him.

"Yes, my little-"

He became a bit heavy on her for a quick second. Then the next moment, he became stiff.

Little did she knew that the potion had just worn off.

Little did Malfoy knew who he was hugging.

And little did they both knew that they had an audience.

But they both knew was that Zabini was smirking.

And they both knew that they wanted to hex him.

"And now, review this story you mudbloods," Malfoy commanded.

Hehe, do what he says!