OK I got some advice to make long chapters so here goes, I don't know how its going to turn out but bear with me and tell me if it sucks!



Draco sat in stunned silence. What just happened between him and Hermione had completely baffled him. Feeling very self-conscious, as Snape was staring at him from across the library, he pretended to get on with work. He swore inwardly as he realised he'd been doodling on his potions essay, then swore out loud when he realised he's been writing about Hermione. "I hope not to hear language like that, Mr Malfoy, ever in my class." Snape drawled, folding his robes slowly around him. "Speaking of my class, is that my essay you are marking with meaningless graffiti?" "Yes professor, sorry professor." "Indeed you should be, re-write it all again. As we cannot have such messy work from a top student, can we?" "No, professor." "Goodbye" And with a swish of his robes he was gone, disappearing into the long corridors of the dungeons. He was smiling, which was very rare for Severus Snape. Draco sighed and re wrote his essay, hoping it would take his mind of his complete confusion and unwanted feelings. Or were they unwanted? He had no idea what the hell was going on in his life anymore. What with Hermione occupying his thoughts, Snape acting strangely and commanding him to do things and his father . . . He shuddered at the memory of what his father had asked him to do, that first night when Hermione had shown kindness towards him despite their rivalry. To kill a little muggle child just to prove his faith to this man, no, thing, which was trying to take over the world just like Voldermort did before. Of course, this thing was his father, and he hated him. Carrying on where that disgusting man had left off, that was unacceptable. But of course, on defying his father he suffered. Paying the price for not joining "the side fighting for a better wizarding world" which was free from "mudbloods" and people like Dumbledore. On being honest with himself, he realized that he should never have agreed to becoming a deatheater. He hated the idea, was positively repulsed at the thought of being like them. He was just scared. Scared of his own father. Tidying up his things he made his way slowly down to the Slytherin common room. When he got to the door, he couldn't remember the password! Franticly he searched his brain but he just couldn't think of it. He tried several. Snaketooth, Defying and basilisk didn't work, and on the 3rd attempt the guard threw him out of the dungeons, suspecting him of being a traitor. "Great," he muttered aloud to himself "this is the last thing I need. Being locked out of my own common room, how embarrassing." Making his way to his favourite room, where went when things got rough, he began to shiver as the windows were often open at night to air the school. When he got to his little place, he sat on the window ledge and gazed out across the lake and towards the full moon shining brightly down. The other side of the lake, Draco spotted a figure sitting alone. Squinting. He tried to make out who it was. It looked like Hermione, so much like her, but he couldn't quite see. Getting frustrated he strained his eyes hard, then sighed as he thought, "Draco, you're a wizard, stupid." And conjured up a pair of binoculars. He scanned the lake frantically but there was no sign of the person. "You're losing you mind, Draco my man." He thought. He must have sat up their for hours, considering his thoughts and feelings, his deepest emotions. Thinking of times in his distant past and times close to present. Sitting there with the wind caressing his face and running itself through his fair hair he had a lot of time to sort things out in his mind and by he morning he was clear on what he had to do.



R&R please people!

I think I've got over my writers block now, and I have plenty of inspirations.

If you like this fic, check out my other one "The twisted web of emotions" its about Ron and its more about love than this one.