A/N1: Hi! Much faster update this time…yes? Thank you for all of the kind reviews that you've left me. They helped me get this chapter up much faster. And I'd especially like to thank dracomione12 for making me write this instead of putting it off till Monday!!

Disclaimer: OK. I'm very annoyed with this. If I owned HP (which I obviously don't) then Draco and Hermione would be together, and Scorpius would not even be an OPTION for a name!!

Note: Draco only knows about the mirror and the desires…he hasn't learned of the soul mates part…yet!

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The next morning, Hermione woke up earlier than usual, it was 5:30am on Monday, and she was dreading her classes with Malfoy: a.k.a. all of them! Hermione had been was tossing and turning all night; trying to think of ways that she could avoid her apparent soul mate without being totally obvious. Just because she had to be with him in her life didn't mean that she had to start now…or did it? Hermione groaned out loud, 'This is already giving me a headache!'

She quickly jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. 'Maybe a nice steamy shower will help me relax.' 30 minutes later, she was out of the shower, with her hair styled, and her uniform on, and yet not one other in her dorm had even gotten up yet. Not in a particularly charitable mood, she simply shrugged and thought 'It's not my problem; it's their own fault if they're late.' Tossing her book bag over her shoulder, Hermione decided to visit the Room of Requirement to get a peaceful atmosphere to concentrate in.

As she walked by the wall three times, her main thought was "I need a place to think." But in the back of her mind she was still heavily mulling over the thought of Malfoy. Little did she know that the Room could sense that and was brewing a plan of its own. (Despite the fact that it is an inanimate magical room) Upon entering, Hermione sighed in contentment, she had a feeling that this would be her new haven. There were cushy armchairs everywhere, bookshelves crammed with books, a stereo she could plug her iPod into, and a mini fridge stocked with wild cherry Pepsi and a pantry with junk food such as hot cheetos and skittles; her favorite muggle snacks. Wistfully not touching any food that would ruin her breakfast (i.e. all of it) she settled in an armchair and stared off into space.

20 minutes later, her efforts proved to be fruitless, for she had no methods of avoiding him other than screaming and running in the opposite direction every time she saw him. 'That just screams "strange and out of place!" Ha! And that wouldn't raise any suspicion at all.' She thought sarcastically to herself. 'People might start to think he did something to me.' A quick glance at her watch alerted Hermione to the fact that she had to head to breakfast…now, so she hurriedly grabbed some munchies and shrunk them to fit in her bag's front pocket and jogged out the door.

Hermione crashed into something solid and her bag flew out of her hands and across the hall as she began to fall backwards. Her eyes snapped shut while she prepared for the impact that never came. She opened her eyes to find Malfoy, directly above her, with his hands clasped around her waist preventing her from falling.

Malfoy seemed just as surprised as she was, but he still waited until she righted herself before he ed his hands away. Hermione found herself regretting the moment he let go. 'DAMN! That mirror is already conspiring against me!! And the RoR is too, they had to have worked on that plan together!!! Noo!! Dear Merlin, I'm now clinically insane. A mirror and a room can't conspire against me!! What am I thinking!? Oh yeah, I'm thinking that I liked Draco ---dammit its Malfoy not Draco--- embracing me!! ARRGH'

Her sound of anger was sadly not kept in her mind. She uttered it aloud and now Malfoy was looking at her as if she was indeed, clinically insane. He spoke accusingly, and in a partway joking tone, "Are you mental?" Hermione smiled coldly and asked, "Did you actually just save me from a concussion?" He smirked at her in disdain, "Do you always answer a question with another question?" She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

"I don't have time for this. Will you please just hand me my bag?" Malfoy didn't move. "Please…hand me my bag."

"Gladly." He picks it up and handed it over to her.

"Thank you Malfoy."

"You're welcome, Granger." Without another word, Hermione turned on her heel and walked towards the Great Hall. 'Somehow, that fight wasn't as venomous as they normally are...hm, I wonder if he knows about the soul mates thing.'

"Oh, and Malfoy? Thank you for catching me." She smiled gratefully and continued on; not noticing one of her books was missing.

Malfoy however noticed the book. He took a step to walk in the other direction, but tripped over the heavy book. Draco grumbled to himself along the lines of 'Bloody bookworms with so many books that they can't even tell when one is missing.' He thought for a second about yelling to bring her back, but he went with his Slytherin side and chose to keep it. 'Ha! Let's see how long it takes before she misses it.' Draco bent down to pick up the book and gasped, this could be what he was looking for to prove the mirror wrong. Magical Enchantments on Extremely Powerfully Magical Objects…yes this could definitely prove to be helpful. Inside the book, about ¼ of the way through, he saw the top of a bookmark pointing up. Turning to the page, Malfoy found much more information than he had bargained for. With now, a face that was now pale way past the point of normal, he rushed to the Owlry to send a note to Hermione.

Granger.

Meet me in the library at the back table as soon as you can. It's urgent.

DM

TBC…

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