During dinner, Hermione listened patiently to Harry rant about Draco. Ron came up with a few choice words of his own to help out Harry. It was rather funny, because if Harry ever really started being mean to Draco in his rants he would stop a moment, and then continue with a less insulting insult.

'Ah, the beauty of denied love,' sighed Hermione. She looked around, and then looked at her schedule. "Well, we should get a good nights sleep tonight - we have Astrology at midnight tomorrow."

"Yeah, but we only have care of magical creatures during the day. Wednesdays are a sort of off-day, I guess," Ron said, pausing for a minute before going back to suggesting things for Harry to call Draco.

"You guys only have one class," Hermione reminded them.

"Divination," said Ron, grimacing.

"Well, I'm taking the Divination course here, simply because I need that credit, but then I have a Home Ec course too."

"I don't see how you manage that," Ron said, repeating his thoughts: "Bloody insane."

"I need to be well-rounded," said Hermione.

Harry finally noticed they weren't listening to him rant, so he quieted down, and glanced over at Malfoy, who was sitting alone. "Bloody git, why doesn't he sit with his friends?"

"Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't touch school with a ten-foot broomstick during the summer, really," Hermione said, "And you honestly think he has friends?"

"I just thought . . . " Harry trailed off, not wanting to make it sound like he felt bad for Malfoy since he knew what it was like to be quite alone. Of course, he DID want to say that, but still . . .

"He looks lonely," Hermione said softly. "I wonder if he tries to make friends ever."

Harry looked at Hermione - yeah, she was the type of person who would feel bad for Mafoy even after all he did - so he nodded.

"I don't think he tries," replied Harry, "But if he did . . ." He trailed off, not wanting to say that he'd be his friend.

"Hey, ready to go upstairs?" called out Ron.

They made their way upstairs in silence. Partially because Harry was too busy thinking about Malfoy, Ron was too busy thinking that Malfoy was an idiot, and Hermione was too busy trying to come up with her next devious plan.

'I wonder if my dream spell would work again . . . but it might be too risky to go up there again . . . what if I get caught?' Hermione was thinking. 'I don't want to use a love potion, because those are banned and that's almost cheating, since even if they didn't like each other it would make them fall in love.'

She continued to ponder, 'But the dream spell I used only works if they like each other and Malfoy defiantly likes Harry if that's what his dream was . . . ' and was thinking so much, she walked right past the portrait of the fat lady.

"Hermione! Over here!" Ron said. "Oi! Hermione!"

Hermione turned around, and blinked.

"You were walking right past the portrait, honestly, are you sure you're feeling ok?" Ron asked, genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about classes tomorrow - I'm going to have so much fun!" She smiled, hoping to soothe his concerns.

"Oh, speaking about classes - I have a question about our homework, d'you think you could help me really quick, Hermione? Harry, I'll be up in a minute, ok? You can go ahead," Ron said, and Hermione understood - he wanted to talk to her about the dare.

Harry nodded. "Sure, just don't stay down too late, or people will get ideas," He said. Ron blushes a little, as did Hermione, but they sort of ignored it.

"This isn't about homework, is it?" Hermione said knowingly.

"Nah, it's about the dare. Two days have gone by, and Harry is still ranting about Malfoy. I thought you were going to put them together!"

"You have no faith in me, do you?" Hermione sighed.

"Well, I do, but I also think that I'll be getting ten galleons."

"Then, obviously, you have not been watching the signs," Hermione grinned in delight. "It has begun already. Though the journey will be long and hard, I shall conquer-"

"Hermione!" Ron cut her off, "I didn't take it you were such a dramatic person."

"Acting classes; that's my third extra class I'm taking here."

"Oh."

There was a long pause, and then Hermione said, "However, I sincerely believe I will be winning this bet. By the way, any restrictions?"

"No love potions, and nothing that forces them to be with each other against their will," Ron said, as Hermione had predicted.

"Piece of cake."

"You won't be so confident when you lose," Ron said.

"I don't intend to lose," replied Hermione. They stayed there, sort of staring/glaring at each other for a minute, and then Hermione added, "Well, I have to go get some sleep, and Harry'll wonder what I'm doing to you, so I'll go now!"

She practically ran to her dorm room, and, shrugging, Ron went to his. 'Malfoy and Harry - they fight all the time. How can she possibly think she has a chance? Poor delusional girl.'

Once she was in the 3rd, 4th and 5th year room, she made sure the other girls were sleeping, before opening one of her large spell books she took out of the library.

"Enchanted sleep, reoccurring dreams, etc, etc," she muttered out loud as she skimmed through the book. 'Where's a good one? Like, one that makes you say the name of who you truly like.'

She searched for an hour, but found nothing. 'I better get some sleep - I'll search some more tomorrow,' she decided. "Accio," she whispered out loud, and her slippers flew over to the bed. She put them on, and went over to the boys dormitory quietly.

Ten minutes later, back in her bed, she grinned as she fell asleep. This was so easy.

~~~

The next morning at breakfast, Harry was in a grumpy-type mood. He kept glancing at Malfoy, and glaring, as if it were Malfoy's fault he was having these dreams.

"We don't have divination until afternoon!" Ron said triumphantly. Harry grinned a little at that.

"More time to practice coming up with horrible things to happen to us," Harry said.

Hermione rolled her eyes. She hated divination, and really, the only reason she was bothering to come back after quitting it in third year was that, well, it'd look good when she was trying to get a job.

"Well, I have Home Ec right before it," she said, "So what do you want to do until then?"

"Actually, I'm dying to practice some Quidditch," Harry admitted. "I really want to play on Saturday."

"Yeah, so do I," Ron said as well, "And can I take a turn on your Firebolt, please?"

Harry grinned and nodded. "Yeah, let's go get our brooms."

Hermione tagged along, figuring that if anything, she could use the quiet to look up spells.

However, Harry and Ron were not the only ones enjoying the free time. The younger students who also didn't have classes at the minute, were out on the field. Harry and Ron went over to a rather deserted side of the field, and looked around to see if there was anyone around to play with.

After awhile, a group of 2nd years let them join a game, seeing as it was the Great Harry Potter and his Friend Ron Weasley that wanted to play. No one would refuse (at least, no 1st or 2nd years).

Hermione sat down on the grass and began reading.

After about an hour, Ron came over by her for a minute, "Hey, you want to take a turn?" he asked.

"I've never really played before," said Hermione hesitantly, "And this book is rather interesting."

"Don't be afraid!" Ron said joyfully, "You know how to fly, and you can be the keeper."

Hermione paused. It could be fun, but she really didn't want to make a fool of herself.

"C'mon, Mione, just do it," called out Harry.

Sighed, Hermione mounted Ron's broom. "Watch my book for me, will you?" she asked. Ron nodded, and Hermione kicked off into the air. She was an okay flier, but not at a Quidditch level.

The game was pretty fun though - she was good enough to block a couple of shots made, and the ones she missed she didn't mind too much. She could see a little bit why Ron was so obsessed with Quidditch - it was rather fun.

Then at lunch she got a great idea. If only there was some way to get Harry and Draco to have a practice match together. She wasn't sure how that'd work out, with only two people.

'Well', she reasoned, 'If I go there with Harry to help him practice catching the snitch and Draco is there, they could have races . . . what better way to have a bit of friendly competition?'

'Although I still don't know if I could talk to Malfoy without blushing . . . after what he wrote . . .'

~~~

Divination was a rather boring class, as Harry's death got predicted seven different times in under thirty minutes, and Professor Trelawney scoffed at Hermione when she said her tea leaves showed a boy with a scar kissing another boy.

"She's just as infuriating as she was before," groaned Hermione as they walked out of the classroom, "But it's only once a week, four weeks. I will be fine."

"Yeah, that's the spirit," said Ron. Divination was, without a doubt, his favorite class for goofing off in.

Hermione smiled, nonetheless. She had just remembered a spell she had read about while they were playing Quidditch, and she was in a great hurry to learn how to use it and quickly.

Sitting down in the common room, she quickly looked it up, and made it look like she was doing her homework.

"Let's see," she muttered, and read through the spell. She decided that if she could get Harry and Malfoy together for a Quidditch practice, the spell would work best. It said that after the charm was cast, the person would only talk to the one he liked for ten minutes, and Ron would be suspicious if Harry didn't talk to him for ten minutes.

Hermione smiled and nodded to herself before going upstairs to get some sleep. She wanted to be well rested before Astrology, and plus, she needed to think her plan through some more, and the best time to do that was went she was well-rested.



Ok, I'm planning on writing a couple of dreams from Harry and Draco and whatnot, and make a story of outtakes after I finish this! =) Thanks again to everyone who reviews!