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Chapter 6- Brewing Potions

Breakfast the following morning was complete chaos. Everyone was trying to meet the new exchange students, since it was a completely new concept at Hogwarts. Eventually, the students were allowed to sit with their hosts. Anne caught Hermione looking out into space with an expression of incredible discontentment.

"What's up, Hermione?" asked Anne.

"Hm. what?" Asked Hermione. She had been thinking about Draco (of course).

"I asked what's up," Anne repeated.

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione was confused.

"Oh, sorry, I guess it's an expression only Americans use," Anne said, "It means 'how are you' or 'what's the matter'".

"Oh," Hermione went back to thinking about her dream as she laid her head and arms beside her plate. She wasn't in the mood to eat or talk.

"This is about Draco, isn't it?" Anne whispered in Hermione's ear.

"How'd you know?" Hermione exclaimed, jerking up from the table.

Anne laughed. "Don't get so excited. Lavendar and Parvati told me you had been acting strange ever since the Truth or Dare game. I guess what they've said about your falling for him is true. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe them."

"Why not?"

"Because they are gossip-aholics"

"Finally, someone who agrees with me on that. Anne, if you can talk to me in a normal and. intelligent way, we're going to become good friends."

Meanwhile, at the other end of the Great Hall.

"Draco, could you pass the. uh. mashed potatoes?" Goyle asked in his normal and slow way. Draco didn't respond, so he tried louder, "Draco, please pass the mashed potatoes," Still no response. Goyle was getting angry. MUST HAVE FOOD! He thought, as he inhaled for his final request, "DRACO!" he yelled. A few people glanced at him, but only considered it to be his usual rambling on.

"Huh?" Draco had been staring at Hermione without realizing it. He hoped it hadn't been obvious. then he remembered Goyle didn't pay attention to anything else when he wanted food.

"Want mashed potatoes," Goyle grunted.

"Oh, sorry," Draco sighed and passed the bowl. As Crabbe and Goyle were shoving their faces, Draco was back to thinking. My father would kill me if he knew I was in love with a muggle-born girl. Malfoy realized it then- he DID love Hermione. and he didn't care what his dad thought. He never wanted to be a Death Eater or be a follower of Voldemort anyway. Of course, he wasn't sure he wanted to fight against Voldemort either, but he did know he loved Hermione.

"Crabbe, Goyle, do you know where the Head Girl and Head Boy dormitories are?" he asked. They stared blankly at him. He turned to Blaise Zabbinni, the only other Slytherin boy in his year besides Crabbe and Goyle, and asked the same question.

"I'm pretty sure they get their own dorm," Blaise answered slowly, "You know, their own common room, bathroom, and then a bedroom for each, but I don't know where it is. Why do you ask?"

"I'm thinking I want to be Head Boy next year," Draco said.

"You know they'll pick Potter,"

"Well, then I'll just have to get better grades than Potty, won't I?" Draco smiled, stood up, and went to potions. Hermione was going to be Head Girl, everyone knew that. If he could get his own private room near her. he stopped his thoughts there and shook his head. What kind of boyfriend am I, thinking these things? He asked himself. A little voice from the back of his head answered him, Any ordinary boyfriend.

Some of you may think my chapters are too short, but I like them this way. All it means is that there are more chapters. Personally, I like short chapters, because it makes it easier to stop and go do something else before coming back to finish- but you don't care about what I think. Maybe I don't care about you either, but I do care about your reviews. Don't worry, there will be a lot of action with Hermione and Draco soon. NOW REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!