A/N: Hey! I'm sorry for posting this chapter a lot later than usual! I kinda lost track of the days... XD haha, so here it is :)

I have a bad news... I accidentally deleted a chapter and so, I have to rewrite again... I really hope it isn't worser than the first... I might delay the next chapter too since I'll be busy remembering what the chapter is about and rewriting it ... I'm so, so sorry! But hey, look on the brighter side...the chapter I rewrite might be better than the first time I wrote...

Thank you to all the readers, reviews, people who favourited or followed! All those reviews made me feel so excited! And also, Sabrina Selene for helping me to edit this ^^

Disclaimer: If I never owned Harry Potter before or after it was published, why would I own it now all of the sudden? *smiles sadly*

Chapter 10: A Plot

Ginny smiled at Hermione deviously as she slowly (and cautiously), approached the Gryffindor table for Dinner.

"Hey guys," Hermione greeted, smiling nervously. Somehow, she had a bad feeling about this...

'Should I run while I - damn!' Hermione groaned inwardly when she felt Ginny grab her hand in a death grip, and pulling her down to sit beside her.

"We are not planning to leave you alone until we get some answers." Ginny smiled sweetly, a bit too scary in Hermione's perspective.

Hermione swore that Ginny had some sort of mind-reading power.

"So Hermione, what happened that made you scream at Malfoy like that?" Harry asked after Hermione settled down at her seat.

Hermione froze. Taking a sip of cold, pumpkin juice, she started slowly, "I wasn't screaming at Malfoy ... "

"Right. You were angry at a line in your book." Harry folded his arms, "Hermione, I'm - no - we're not stupid you know."

Hermione mumbled something incoherent and drank her pumpkin juice again so she wouldn't have to answer Harry. She looked down at her plate, avoiding any eye contact.

Ron stared, shifting in his seat. "We were sitting somewhere behind you and well, we could see you and Malfoy talking for a bit before you shouted at him. And you aren't answering Harry so that means ..."

"You were really actually angry at Malfoy." Harry finished stonily, "So what were you quarreling about?"

"Erm... It's just some stupid things. You know us, we quarrel for almost everything..." Hermione mumbled as she poked the food on her plate.

"Really?" Ginny spoke up, "But you two are friends-" then, Ginny was interrupted by Ron. Again. She crossed her arms and glared at her brother as he continued speaking, oblivious that he had interrupted his sister.

"Did that bloody ferret do something to you?" Ron demanded, "I swear, that bastard will never touch you again once me and Harry are done with him -"

"Hermione." Harry cut in gently, his emerald eyes filled with concern, "You and Malfoy have been friends since that day and we never saw you argue with him once. We just want to know, did something happen?" Harry took Hermione's hands and squeezed it lightly.

"If he did, tell us, we'll stand up for you!" Ron said with determination, his fists clenched.

Hermione slowly unclenched Harry's hands from her's. Then, she patted his hand reassuringly. "Don't worry Harry, nothing much happened. That ferret won't dare to do anything to me. It's just something trivial and foolish, you know the usual untactful comments he makes, and you also know how I hate being disrupted during lessons, so I kind of lost my temper back there ..." she smiled as Harry grinned and relaxed. Ron nodded, understanding, then turned back to his food and resumed chewing.

Hermione was about to dive into some potatoes when there was a shrill scream at the Slytherin table. Everyone, including her, instantly turned her head to look. It was Pansy Parkinson, red-faced and sobbing, running out of the Great Hall.

Five minutes ago at the Slytherin table ...

"Drakie, why are you doing this to me?" Pansy asked as she sobbed, her voice dramatic.

Pansy still couldn't and wouldn't believe the fact that Draco had actually befriended a mudblood, and she was Granger of all! And just because of that mudblood, their relationship has strained so much. What should she do to knock some sense into him?

"I did not do anything to you!" Draco yelled back. He was irritated and angry. Why had she came down for dinner anyway? Isn't she supposed to be up there in her room moping? He snorted, guess she finally got the idea that he wasn't going to try and save her or do anything to comfort her and couldn't bear to be stuck in that room anyway. Well! That's certainly bad news. And he was enjoying life without Pansy at the Slytherin table too! Why did she have to come?

"You befriended that mudblood and you keep ignoring me!" she cried. Draco winced, he had forgotten how shrill her voice was.

"What has befriending Hermione got to do with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You were the one who wanted to keep away from me for the time being. I wasn't really ignoring you, I was only respecting you decision! Calm down, stop overreacting..." Draco said, shoving her goblet of pumpkin juice into her hand.

"What? You're... You're my best friend! I can't just stand there and watch you befriend someone who is of a lower status than us! We're purebloods, Draco, purebloods! She... She is just a mudblood, a muggle-born! What do you think your father will say and do if he-"

"Father will not know about this!" he shouted at her, staring fiercely at her.

It was just an act, he didn't have to have his father to know about this and get himself into trouble, right?

"What? You... Drake, you... You never shouted at me once-" Pansy shrieked and ran off out of the Great Hall, crying hysterically.

Everyone stared at Pansy as she ran out and turned to look at Draco. Draco rubbed his temples, a frown on his face. Finally, her crying faded away and his tensed expression relaxed. She was gone, good. Now he can eat in peace. He looked up and saw many looking at him. What was their problem? Never seen a fight before? After a glare at them, everyone diverted their gaze and he returned back to poking his food.

"You didn't have to be so harsh on her you know?" Blaise leaned in and whispered to him after a while. He actually felt kind of sad for Pansy...even though she had caused many fingernail scars on his arm...

"If I'm mean to her now, she will never befriend me even if the act is over. My life will be so peaceful. She may even refuse to marry me since I made her so miserable," Draco said as he grinned.

Blaise just shook his head disapprovingly at Draco. He did not believe that this plan will work. At all.

Back to the Gryffindor Table ...

Hermione shook her head. It was Draco, shouting at Pansy ... again. She sighed. Even though she didn't really like Parkinson, she felt sad for her... Malfoy shouldn't have hurt her feelings like that! Parkinson was, after all, a girl and girls tend to be more sensitive! He should have at least cared about her feelings! He really is a git. A conceited, arrogant, self-centered, insensitive git. She felt bad for all his friends. How could they ever stand him?

Savagely, Hermione pierced her fork through her potatoes, never was she going to forgive him for lying to her like that during class, and embarrassing her in front of the entire class! How dare he? The audacity of him! She'd call off this stupid act, she will! And let him suffer with Pansy!

Hermione grinned as she imagined Draco's face on the potatoes and started jabbing 'him' mercilessly. She let out a soft, evil laugh. Then, she noticed that she was attracting strange stares from the Gryffindors sitting around her, mainly Harry, Ron and Ginny. She stopped, laughed nervously and ate her potatoes more ... umm, gently now.

However, after a while, she began to fidget uncomfortably, she had a strange feeling that someone was still staring at her. She put down her fork and stared around, her friends were eating so none of the Gryffindors were looking at her. Then, intuition told her to turn her head to the Slytherin table. However, Draco wasn't looking at her, he was talking to Blaise ... so who could it be? Puzzled, Hermione suddenly lost her appetite. Funny, she was sure that someone is staring at her, and still is now! It was getting a bit creepy ... or perhaps, it was just her imagination?

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ginny asked, noticing Hermione looking rather ... disturbed.

"Nothing, Gin. Hey, I'll be going back now, I'm really tired. See you guys tomorrow!" she said as she stood up from the bench and walked away, her head cocking to one side, still thinking about who could be staring at her.

Crabbe and Goyle stared at her as she left the Great Hall. She looked around the Great Hall once more before stepping out, her head shaking slightly.

They looked at each other and nodded, a plan forming in their mind. People said that they are stupid, but they've got a brilliant plan hatching in their minds ...

Hermione was glad that no one followed her back to the common room. Half the time, she was checking and looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was trailing behind her. But now that she was safely inside the common room, she could finally relax. So it was her crazy imagination after all ... Though she was certainly not imagining Ginny and Luna in the common room right now, she wished she was. Hermione wondered whatever possessed her to let them in. They had come five minutes after she's reached the common room herself and sure, they were doing one of their many frequent visits here but tonight, she just wanted a little peace and quiet ...and it was now interrupted by them...

"Hermione, please tell us what's up with you and Malfoy?" Ginny asked for the umpteenth time, scooting over closer to Hermione who was sitting on the red side of the sofa. She had been trying to get answers out of her for at least ten minutes now.

Hermione's eye twitched but didn't look up from her book.

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, exasperated, "You haven't even said a single word about what happened since we saw you talking civilly with him! You didn't even bother telling - "

"I said that I was helping him with something." When she saw Ginny's mouth twitched from the corner of her eye, she continued, "You don't have to know." Hermione mumbled flatly, knowing what Ginny was about to ask.

"Why can't you tell us? How could you do that to us? We don't have to know but I want to know." Ginny pouted. "And now you're having a fight! Maybe even a lover's fight!" Hermione snorted at the crazy words. Lover's fight? She and that prat? Never. "Come on, tell us what's going on!" Ginny pressed on, "We, as your best girl friends, only want to help!"

Luna who was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, her arms wrapped around her shins, piped up, "Yes, it must be tough handling boy troubles on your own ..." And she stared dreamily into the fire.

Hermione sighed and turned a page of her book. Really. Boy troubles? She didn't even have the strength to argue about the term Luna used now. She really hoped they'd just go away. But it would be rude to chase them out of the room, especially when they were trying to help, though they (Ginny especially) sounded more like gossiping busybodies.

"Hermione ... please? We want to know!" Ginny put on her best puppy-dog expression, continuing to inch towards Hermione.

'What does she want to know?' Hermione thought, exasperated. 'Great Merlin! The girl just won't let it be! Damn it! I should tell her right? I mean, she's my best friend but -' Hermione was cut off her train of thoughts when Ginny suddenly screamed her name in her ear.

"Hermione!"

Hermione flinched and rubbed her ears then glared at the girl. She put the book she was reading down and sighed, rubbing her temples. Then, looking up to the ceiling, she answered plainly, "Gin, I've told you before. Nothing is going on."

"Like hell there's nothing going on!"

"Really, there's nothing going on with me and -"

"Hermione. Let's make some sense here. On the 1st of April this year, you apparently became friends with Draco Malfoy, pureblood, Slytherin Prince. The one you used to call -"

"And still do." Hermione interrupted, guessing correctly what Ginny was about to say.

Ginny rolled her eyes and continued, "The one you have always called a git, cockroach, jerk, ferret, amongst other things. The one that had caused you nothing but misery for the past years and hey presto! One day, you were holding hands and smiling as you walked to the Great Hall together with him! We actually thought it was some kind of silly April fool's joke you have always told us about, seeing it was the first of April, and it was almost impossible for you two to be friends but then, it was proven to be real. That certainly shocked the whole school."

"Ginny -"

"Then, according to Harry and my dim-wit brother, you had a fight, most probably a lover's fight, with him during Charms, which ended up with you embarrassing yourself -"

"Hey!"

"And coming to the Great Hall for dinner with one of the most darkest expressions I've ever seen. And now you tell me there's nothing going on? Nothing at all?" Ginny stared at her friend, wide-eyed.

"I -" Hermione began but somehow, her throat felt quite dry.

"You know you can't hide anything, and I mean anything, from me, Hermione." Ginny suddenly grinned, "Something must have happened and you had better spill. Now."

Hermione gulped, shifting uncomfortably. "Sorry, I still can't tell you, Gin. It's ... nothing much actually - umm ... I mean, nothing to worry about." Hermione twiddled her thumbs and screamed in her head, Why on earth was she still helping Malfoy keep his plan a secret?! Then, Hermione noticed Ginny and Luna staring at her queerly. She inwardly groaned, the only way to get these two off her backs is to tell them something juicy, something that will distract them ... she had no choice, "But, uh ... I had a dream about me and ahem! Ma - Malfoy ... a few days ago..." she trailed off uncertainly, looking away from them.

"I wonder if it was a nice dream ..." Luna looked at her thoughtfully, "Dreams can be interpreted and tell you what your sub-concious mind is thinking, you know?"

"Well ... I guess the dream's quite alright -"

"Tell me, tell me! You have to tell me everything! I promise I won't tell anyone!" Ginny beamed excitedly, bouncing on the sofa.

"Really? Not even your brother or Harry?"

Ginny rolled her eyes at her. "Yes yes, now tell me! Please Hermione..." she whined, swinging Hermione's hand to and fro.

Hermione smiled at the girl grabbing her arm childishly and continued, "It's just that ... well, I dreamt we were getting along-"

"Aren't the two of you friends already?" Ginny interrupted.

"Do you want to listen or shall I stop here?" Hermione challenged.

Ginny grunted and shook her head. "Carry on," she mumbled grudgingly.

"So... We were sort of in a relationship - friendship," corrected Hermione hastily, turning red, " - I guess ... He was about to say something to me in the dream when I was slapped awake by Malfoy himself." Hermione frowned.

"Slapped awake? Why the hell would he do that?"

"Well... Some stupid things always happen between -"

"Wait! You said you were in a relationship with him in your dreams?! It can't be nothing! Are you... Do you... Oh Merlin! Do you like him?!" Ginny squealed.

Hermione was taken aback, absolutely horrorified. "Of course not, why would I? I can't possibly like that ferret, jerk, prat, git - I can continue listing but not now. Gin-" Hermione said hastily, but was cut off.

"It must be! Or why else would you dream of Malfoy?" Ginny shrieked enthusiastically, jumping around the common room.

"I don't-"

"LIES! Oh, Merlin! Hermione Granger actually likes Draco Malfoy!" Ginny chanted repeatedly.

"Actually, maybe she doesn't. Our sub-concious minds twist things." Luna cut in suddenly.

"Thank you!" Hermione smiled at her gratefully. For once, what Luna said actually made sense. Of course she didn't love Malfoy! The idea was just ... simply, preposterous!

"Well! You didn't have to spoil it!" Ginny huffed, then smiled sweetly at Hermione, "I still think someone's in loooove!" she sang, dancing around.

"I think, that you should really get some sleep now! It's getting really close to curfew and you don't want to get into detention." Hermione stood up abruptly and opened the door for them, embarrassed that Ginny will think of such an idea and relieved that Draco wasn't here. "You too Luna! Come on!"

Luna continued to sit there, not moving.

"Luna?"

Luna stood up from her spot a few seconds later and smiled. "We're going? Hermione and Ginny, see you tomorrow!" she said in a dreamy voice and skipped past them, saying something about Nargles.

Hermione watched with an eyebrow raised as Luna disappeared around the corner, her dreamy voice mumbling about Nargles fading, before turning back to Ginny. "And not a word of this to anyone!" Hermione threatened in a low voice before pushing her out gently and finally shutting the door. She could still hear Ginny crying "Merlin!" over and over again and she melted on the floor, groaning. Hermione placed her head on her knees. This was all giving her a bad headache. She didn't know how she was going to survive now ...

Hermione regretted telling them about her stupid dream. It just meant nothing...right? Why did she have to bring trouble upon herself? She should have never said anything...

The next day during Breakfast, Ginny kept stealing glances at Draco, grinning as she imagined Hermione and Draco together.

"Do you think she likes you? She have been looking at you for quite a long time." Blaise asked, looking towards the Gryffindor table.

"Who?" Draco asked, turning his head to the direction where Blaise was staring at. A Gryffindor? He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"What's her name? Oh never mind. The female redhead," Blaise replied, pointing a finger at her.

Draco turned his head and saw the Weaslette immediately looked down at her plate. After a few seconds, she lifted her head and looked at him again, surprised that he was still staring at her. She turned away swiftly and talked to Hermione.

"The Weaslette?" Draco looked doubtful, then, his expression turned smug, "Well, I am the most good looking around here. Of course everyone likes me!" Draco smirked and returned to his food.

Blaise shook his head. It really is a wonder how Drcao's ego hasn't caused him to float to the sky yet ...

At the Gryffindor table, Ginny was excitedly trying to advertise ... umm ... Draco, "Hermione, I really do think that you and Draco would look very nice together! You are very pretty and he is very handsome, an absolute perfect pair! It'd be so cute if you both got together!" Ginny breathed into Hermione's ear.

"Perfect? Cute?" Hermione gritted her teeth, "You must be bonkers, Gin!"

"Hermione! But don't you see -"

"No, and I never will. Don't ever mention this again or I will hex you!" Hermione threatened glaring at Ginny sitting on her left. Although she said that, she would never bring herself to hurt Ginny and Ginny knew that.

"Oh really?" the red-head challenged.

"Ginny, I seriously advise you to visit Madam Pomfrey. Perhaps St. Mungo's can treat you for insanity. Really! Saying Malfoy is handsome?"

"What are you girls talking about? I heard you say something about someone being 'handsome'! Have you found any cute or handsome guys?" Lavender Brown cut in excitedly, looking from Ginny to Hermione.

"No," Hermione said coldly.

"Really?" Lavender turned to Ginny, her smile wavering slightly.

"Well, there's this blond one -" Ginny's voice was muffled as Hermione slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Draco Mal - "

"Oh, look at the time! We should leave for class now!" Hermione exclaimed dramatically, "Come on, Gin! You shouldn't talk anymore! Just wasting precious time!" Hermione smiled rather forcefully at Lavander before hauling Ginny up and rushing out of the Great Hall without waiting for Harry and Ron.

"We have to take action soon! Draco is still befriending that mudblood! He couldn't last a day with a mudblood in the past!" Crabbe exclaimed to Goyle in hushed whispers. No one was to know about their plan.

"I know, Vincent. We'll take action soon..." Goyle responded as he looked towards a sad Pansy who was arranging hearts with her food on her plates ... and then stabbing them viciously with a knife. She looked insane now with her puffy red eyes and messed up hair.

As Crabbe and Goyle walked out of the Great Hall, walking behind Granger and the red-head, they were talking in hushed whispers on their way to class and throughout class (which caused a 10 point deduction), but by the end of the day, they were smiling wickedly.

They were going to have some fun soon ...

Draco left just after Crabbe and Goyle. As such, he saw Hermione and Ginny up ahead. He chased up to them and the two, hearing footsteps turned around to look. Ginny winked at Hermione suggestively before leaving, running away.

"Ginny! Come back!" Hermione yelled rather faintly. She knew that wasn't going to work but still, it was worth a try ...

"Hey Granger, does Weaslette like me?" Draco asked when he managed to catch up and was walking beside her.

"What?! Hell no!" Hermione exclaimed, without even sparing him one glance. "Where the hell did you get this ridiculous question from? Why would Ginny like you? Don't be so full of yourself, Malfoy." Hermione scoffed. She wanted him to leave. She started walking faster, though Malfoy was catching up rather easily and her effort only made her more tired. Seeing that walking faster had no effect on Draco, but instead on her, Hermione slowed.

"Then why does she keep staring at me since lunch?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. And then he thought about her running away when he came up to them. Yep, that must be it. His good looks and status must have attracted her! He grinned proudly.

"To see if we match together," Hermione mumbled angrily under her breath, still feeling ridiculous that Ginny thought they matched.

"What?" He asked, not hearing her clearly.

"What what?" Hermione grinned playfully. She was going to play this game with Draco this time round, and she was going to try to embarass him.

"What did you say just now?"

"I said 'what what'?" Hermione's grin grew bigger.

"Oh never mind.'' Draco dismissed nonchalantly.

Hermione's grin fell. She glared at Draco and walked ahead of him, as fast as she could. He could hear her grumbling something about a ferret. She must have been talking about him then.

Draco shook his head and laughed silently behind.

He's rubbed off on her ... He thought.

"Lavender! Will you please just stop staring at him!" Hermione screamed exasperatedly, "Going at this rate, we will not get anything done! You have been like this since he grinned at you earlier on when class started!" she threw her hands up in the air.

Little did she know, that grin was actually meant for Hermione...

"Why? How can you resist him? He is just so handsome and cute! He is so perfect..." Lavender said, staring dreamily at a certain boy in the classroom.

"What?! You are out of your mind! Can we just finish this now before you start going crazy about him?" Hermione shook Lavender by her shoulders gently. "Please?" she added when she was ignored.

"Wait..." Lavender smiled her best smile, batting her eyelashes, and waved at him as soon as she saw that blonde, cute boy smirk at her. Yes, it was Draco Malfoy.

Lavender sighed contentedly, still staring at Malfoy dreamily as he worked on his project.

Hermione glared. He was looking so smug at them! How can anyone say that he's handsome or even cute? Hermione felt sick at that thought. Malfoy cute? No way.

Transfigurations. The first and only class that Gryffindor and Slytherin students were allowed to sit with their own House. As many of the pairs tend to have many conflicts, causing many quarrels in the middle of Transfigurations, which Professor McGonagall had no idea why, with the exception of Draco and Hermione, Professor McGonagall eventually manged to convince Dumbledore to let the students sit with their own house only during her class. She had specifically made a rule for that. She cannot, and will not tolerate any breakout of fights or squabbling during her lessons and for that, Hermione was grateful. Hermione believed that she would really go crazy soon since she always sat with him during class and they will always meet back in their common room. It was good to be away from Malfoy...even if it is in Transfiguration only. Which reminds her ... she needed to call off this act very soon. She was so tired last night that she fell asleep before Draco returned.

"Please! Merlin, help me!" Hermione muttered, turning back to her work. Since Lavender was daydreaming things about Malfoy, Hermione has to do the extra difficult theory excercise all by herself.

Complaining, Hermione started on their project.

A few minutes passed and Lavender never seemed to be able to take her eyes off Malfoy.

THUD!

Something or someone fell. It sounded near her right. Hermione turned and saw Lavender lying on the ground, her eyes closed and looking very happy.

Hermione frowned and looked towards Draco. She had a feeling that Malfoy had something to do with this.

Draco smirked at her and winked.

A wink? Malfoy winked at her? How can she faint just because of a damned wink? Hermione groaned and put up her hand.

"Professor, I have to bring Lavender to the Hospital wing! She fainted." Hermione explained when the Professor looked curious and unsure.

Professor McGonagall nodded, "Yes, Miss Granger, but I do believe you will need some help. Any volunteers?"

A hand shot up from the back. Hermione didn't need to turn around to know who it was, she could tell from the Professor's doubtful expression.

"Are you sure, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Yes, Professor. I should very much like to help a classmate in need."

Hermione made a face. How fake. Then, she noticed Professor McGonagall look at her for approval. Hermione looked around the class desperately, trying to find a friendly face but all were curious to know what would happen next so no one raised their hands. Then, her eyes caught on Harry's.

"Please?" She mouthed, trying her best to look pitiful.

Harry looked at her suspiciously, starting to stand but suddenly, Draco was beside her, holding her arm protectively.

"Please, Professor. Let me assist Hermione." He looked at Hermione steadily but she looked away.

Professor McGonagall broke out into cold sweat. She whipped out a handkerchief and dabbed her forehead, remembering Dumbledore telling her to give them a change. 'I don't know what you are playing at you old fool', she thought, 'but fine. If this is what you want ...'

"Very well, Mr. Malfoy. You may help Miss Granger bring Lavender to the Hospital Wing. Do be careful with her ... and ..." Professor McGonagall's gaze turned steely as she looked at Hermione then to Draco, "Try not to kill each other on the way."

Draco grinned and nodded.

Hermione's heart filled with dread. She had to think of something! "Can't I just levitate her?" Hermione asked quickly.

"Well ... Right. Yes, Mr Malfoy, back to your seat." Professor McGonagall was surprised. Why hadn't she thought of that? Hermione was more than capable to do a simple levitating spell perfectly.

Draco ignored her and lifted Lavender with the levitating charm while pulling on Hermione's arm out of the room. "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall. Deduct points if you will - " Slytherins turned to glare at that sentence, and many gasps and protests erupted, " - but I insist on bringing Lavender to the Hospital Wing with Hermione."

And then, they were all out, leaving Professor McGonagall, staring wide-eyed at the door, at a loss for words.

"What is wrong with you?" Hermione hissed when they were walking down the corridor. After jabbing Malfoy at his ribcage, she jerked her arm away.

"Oomph," Malfoy moaned as the air was knocked out of him. Frowning and rubbing the sore spot, he stated in a matter-of-factly tone, "I should help out a friend right?"

Hermione snorted, "Friend, yeah right ... You do know that you just disobeyed a Professor right? And of all people, McGonagall too! She's probably going to deduct fifty House points."

"Yes, I know." Draco said cheerfully and continued to walk down the corridor.

Hermione gaped at him. Just what in the world is wrong with him today?

Lavender woke up later in the Hospital Wing and she was so excited when she saw Draco at her bedside alone (Hermione had went off to speak with Madame Pomfrey, saying that she wanted to know more about healers) that she had fainted again. She had probably thought that he cared for her so he brought her to the Hospital Wing.

"Drakie ..." someone whispered. Nope, it is not Pansy, it was Lavender. And she was sleep-talking. Also, somehow, her hand had managed to slither it's way around Draco's, making Draco think that Lavender was feigning asleep.

"What the hell? Get off me!" he groaned, pushing her hand away. Pansy gone, another clingy woman comes.

Suddenly, the door to the Hospital Wing opened. And in came Pansy. Apparently, classes were over. McGonagall wouldn't just let another student out of class like that. Pansy growled as she saw Lavender gluing herself onto him. She pulled Lavender off and glared at the sleeping girl.

"You will shut up and leave Draco alone, understood?" Pansy hissed at her when Lavender had cracked open an eye, trying to find Draco to hold his hand again.

"Drakie..." Lavender whined, "Ask her to leave us alone..."

"Just go to sleep." Draco mumbled, emotionless, and started for the door, not caring about Granger.

Giving one last a glare at Lavender, Pansy also left. "Maybe I can try to accept Granger as his friend... Maybe she isn't that bad... At least better than that Lavender Brown girl. After all, if Lucius finds out about Draco's friendship with a mudblood, I can at least do my best to help Draco... I wouldn't know what Lucius would do to him! I'm sure it'll be horrible. Maybe I can even help him to cover it up?" Pansy mumbled softly, sighing.

A/N: What is Crabbe and Goyle gonna do?! And I'm so proud of you, Pansy ^^

The next few chapters will be getting quite sad... So I'm warning you to be prepared! And Malfoy is slowly falling in love~

Draco: Hey!

*grins* Reviews? ^^