Song: 'Heart' by the Pet Shop Boys from the album 'Discography' copyright 1991

*~* Every time I see you, something happens to me Like a chain reaction, between you and me My heart starts missing a beat, My heart starts missing a beat, every time Ahhhh, every time Ahhhh, every time *~*

Hermione's hand shot up for the third time in Transfigurations. "Oh man, what do you have to say NOW, Mudblood?" sneered Malfoy, who was sitting next to her. "Don't call her a Mudblood, Malfoy!" Professor McGonagall snapped, "What is it, Miss Granger? Do you know the answer again?" "Actually, can I go to the bathroom?" she asked. "Yes." Said Professor McGonagall and Hermione left the room.

*~* If I didn't love you I would look around for someone else But every time I see you, you have the same effect My heart starts missing a beat, My heart starts missing a beat, every time Ahhhh, every time Every time *~*

Malfoy sighed deeply. Hermione, the love of his life had left. Now, next to him was emptiness, as empty as his heart. In Transfigurations his heart always beat so lively. How could he be so mean to her? Was it just his stupid hormones kicking in, making him act like an asshole when he felt funny? He saw a book sticking out of Hermione's bag. He was sure it carried her scent. Malfoy pulled it out and inhaled deeply. 'Ah, the scent of Body Shop Satsuma Lotion.' he thought to himself.

*~* I hear your heartbeat next to me I'm in love with you, I mean what I say I'm in love with you and you don't know What it means to be with you (Beat, beat, beat, heartbeat) *~*

Malfoy then read the cover that read The Diary of Hermione Granger. "Her special thoughts." Malfoy muttered to himself. He looked around the room. No one was looking, so he opened it to a miscellaneous page and began to read. It said:

Dear Diary, I know he's so mean to me and a snob and hanging with those dumbasses Crabbe and Goyle, but I am in love with Draco Malfoy. When he looks at me.I just cant resist him. His eyes are silvery, like the moon in the sky. And I know it's Harry he hates- I really don't know about me- he hasn't said anything mean to me. OH, WHO AM I KIDDING?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I feel like a lame-ass- I like somebody who calls me a Mudblood every time I walk by. But I know he's not all bad- he's very passionate about his work and was once very sweet to me when I wasn't with Harry. Hmm. maybe I wont hang with Harry so much if it'll cause Malfoy to actually notice that I exist as Hermione Granger, and not just as 'That Mudblood who hangs out with Harry Potter' Do you think it could happen? I'm not getting my hopes too high, but hey, it's worth a shot. Yours truly, Hermione Granger

Malfoy's jaw dropped open. She felt the same way that he did about her? How could it be? Was it just sheer luck or was it just a phase that Hermione was going through and was over it? Malfoy then made a decision to be as nice to Hermione as he could, so she would hopefully notice that he loved her as much as he did himself.

*~* Every time I see you, no matter what we do, There's a strange reaction, can you feel it too? My heart starts missing a beat, My heart starts missing a beat, every time Ahhhh, every time (2x) *~*

The door opened and Malfoy jumped and quickly stuffed the diary back in Hermione's bag. It turned out that the person coming back in was the Aphrodite herself, Hermione. Malfoy smiled at her as she slid into her seat, and knocked her bag off her chair so that it fell at Malfoy's foot. Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh! I'm sorry!" She bent to pick it up, only to have Malfoy's hand being placed lightly on hers as he looked up at her to give Hermione her bag. "No need to apologize." He said warmly, not taking his eyes off of hers, and smiling. Hermione shyly smiled back, and Malfoy gave her a wink, resulting in Hermione blushing. "Mr. Malfoy! Pay attention!" Malfoy snapped to attention, painfully drawing his eyes away from Hermione's, keeping his hand on hers.

*~* I hear your heartbeat next to me I'm in love with you, I mean what I say I'm in love with you and you don't know What it means to be with you *~*

"Yes, Professor McGonagall."