I'm soooo terribly sorry that I haven't updated for so long [8 days?]!
I've had a … let's call it a personal problem, in which, I'm sure, you're not very interested. Anyway, I couldn't really write, the words just didn't come out. I'm sorry again.

to make it clear:
everything that's in ' ' - this signs, is the thought of the really person, wich is in her body. Everything in * * is the mind of the other one (which means, the mind, thoughts… from the person that should usually NOT be in the other ones mind. ;-)

I'm sorry for changing that, I usually had it cursive, but it won't take it.. o_O anyway I hope you understood this.

ups, I've forgotten the Disclaimer. So, I don't make money with this, and I don't own the characters. I would like to, but I don't think that JK or Warner Bros. would give them to me. Pity.

Hermione woke with a start.

She stared at the ceiling of the four-poster.

Woah, she really had a nightmare. She didn't know what kind of, but it must've been terrible. She stroked over her chest to stop her heart from pounding.

She looked at her watch, and found that it was half past five in the morning. Hermione stood up and went to have a shower, but then she saw a note on her bed. it was her own handwriting.

do not have a shower, and please, please, please change your clothes in the dark.

Hermione

Hermione wondered why she shouldn't, but she was sure that she had a really good reason to write this.

So she dressed in the dark, washed herself quickly and went down in the common room to read a bit.

Hermione woke with a start.

She stared at the ceiling of the four-poster.

Woah, she really had a nightmare.

She dreamed that she would be in Malfoys mind, and would watch him his hole day long. That would be terrible.

She turned aside to watch at her alarm-clock.

She had an alarm-clock? And why the hell was everything green??

Memories flushed back in her mind, and she remembered that what happened yesterday was no dream.

*That would mean… I'm in the head of Draco Malfoy.*

Draco stood up and quickly watched a note he laid down the evening before to the left side of his bed.

do not do anything stupid or suspicious.

Act like there would be someone watching you.

A l l   t h e   t i m e!

"Why am I writing something? Paranoia?" Draco muttered and shook his head. then he turned to the bathroom and washed his face.

Hermione could feel the icy water on her skin. No, it wasn't her skin, right?

Draco however, didn't seem to care. He dried his face with a towel and looked at his face in the mirror.

Some wet hair streaks hung in his forehead. Hermione realized that his hole hair weren't styled, and she thought he looked a lot better without his hair styled.  He brushed his teeth briefly and them put a lot of hair styling products in his silver-blond hair.

*Pity.*

'Why would anyone watching me? it doesn't make sense, maybe with an invisible-cloak. But I really doubt, that Potter would sneak into my dorm and watch me taking a shower. And why the hell aren't I able to remember myself writing that note?'

First Hermione thought Draco was speaking to himself, but then she realized that this were his thoughts.

Suddenly a rush of excitement  flooded her. She could hear what he thought? that was brilliant. She would have grinned but as she hadn't a body, and no face, she couldn't. It was somewhat strange.

Anyway Draco finished and began to dress himself. When he put the pj from his body, Hermione realized that the upper part of his body was full of bruises. He flinched as he put a black sweatshirt above his body. Hermione felt pain. It was the strangest thing in the world: how could she feel pain if she didn't have a body? It was Draco's body, and she wondered why Draco still stood there.

If she would have had such injuries, she wouldn't stand up. She wouldn't move. She would try to jinx it, Hermione wondered if Madam Pomfrey couldn't help him.

But Draco just grimaced and put his robe on.

Again, he looked in the mirror.

'Why d'you grimace, huh? The must not see that they did hurt you. I know you want to go back to bed. I know, you want to never face them again. But you have no choice. Now don't loose the last bit of pride which is left. You are not showing them weakness. They will stop it. Sometime… anytime, they'll stop it. Just don't give them this confirmation.'

His real face fell.

He put up a mask. A cold smirk hushed over his face.

He turned away and left his dorm.

Draco was bored. All he could do was read this book. He had read it before. A lot of times. He knew every word of it.

He had awoke in the sleeping dormitory of the girls in Gryffindor. It had took him a while to realize where he was, but then everything went fine. Expect, that this girl was really boring. Why did she wake up so early just to read?

"'Mione!", a boy called her. "We're going down, join us?"

It was definitely this red-head… Weasly.

"Erm… no, I think I'm going to finish this chapter. I'll eat something later."

"k, whatever. Harry, let's go."

Potter and Weasly left. Hermione sighted.

She was already at the end of this chapter. She closed the book.

'Great. Mione, why don't you join them? Do you really prefer the loneliness over them?'

Draco was surprised. Then he remembered that he could read her mind.

*And why DON'T you join them?*

'Because they don't care, do they? It's all the same if I'm there or not. I'm just sick of being ignored.'

*What is your problem?*? Draco wanted to shout to her. *They just had asked you to join them! How can you say that they ignore you? And anyway, ignorance is better then violence, isn't it?*

Hermione stood up and walked down the great hall.

She took place next to Harry.

Ron and Harry were, again, in a discussion about Quidditch with Seamus and Dean.

Well of course, she could just join the conversation, but she hadn't got anything to say.

"It was just gorgeous how Moore shot the Quaffle right through Johnson, don't you think?" Harry started. Again. Wasn't there ANY other topic than the last recent Quidditch championship?

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself. Really gigantic!", Hermione mocked him.

All four of them looked at her irritable for a moment, and then turned away, still talking.

Hermione sighed. Yeah, this was exactly the reaction she always got.

'Do not disturb boy's discussion.' Hermione noted in her mind.

She began to poke in her plate and eat a little bit before getting to her lessons.

Draco didn't feel like company, so instead of joining the others in the great hall, he sneaked down in the kitchens.

"Hello Dobby."

"Good morning Master Draco, sir. What can Dobby do for you?"

"Just a little breakfast. I could do with a coffee."

Dobby vanished, and Draco sat down on a chair. He felt quite tired. The last attacks still hurt him, and he wondered, if they would leave him at least today alone.

Then he thought about his own note. Why would anyone watch him? And who would watch him?

He didn't felt comfortable with this thought.

'What if they see how they treat me? What if they realize why they treat me? No, I can't afford anyone to find this out.'

*WHY?? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN??* Hermiones mind screamed at him. She knew, he wouldn't hear, but she felt like bursting out.

Dobby arrived with his coffee and a muffin, and as Draco finished his breakfast, Dobby smiled at him.

"Did you like it, Master Draco, sir?"

"It was very good, thank you Dobby," Draco answered politely and smiled at Dobby. He sighed again and then said quiet: "You know, I think the best thing that ever happened to the two of us was that you left the manor. I couldn't imagine any other than you bringing me my coffee," he winked at him and then left, the smile on his face faded as he turned out of the kitchen.

Hermione was surprised. She never thought that he would be so politely to an elf. It was just an unimportant servant, well, less than a servant to people like him. At least, Hermione thought so. But then… *who or what are 'people like him'?*

The morning went well, both were just quietly sitting in the last corner of the classroom, learning their lessons, and didn't bother the others with their presence.

Draco was lucky. He didn't met any Slytherins out of class, so they didn't bother him too much.

At lunch he took his seat at the very end of the table, eager to sit as far away from Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and co. as possible.

He looked to the Gryffindor table.

'Damn. Why do I look this way? People could think I'm interested in those..those… people.' Draco thought angrily.

He couldn't take his eyes from Harry and Ron, who were making fun of themselves. Again.

Draco rolled his eyes.

Then he noticed, that Hermione wasn't there.

'What's up? She is near them, every time! Usually…'

*I wonder why he even notices me.. or better me not being there.*

'But maybe she is studying again in the library. Odd bookworm…'

*Oh, right, sorry for caring for my grades! I do not have a father who's buying me everything!*

Draco smiled at the thought of her, but Hermione was to upset to take care, and he didn't realize it, because he didn't want to.

Hermione sat in the library. She didn't feel hungry, so she just let lunch out and did some homework.

*How can ONE SIMILAR human do nothing than study??*

Hermione threw her books away from her, as if she just heard Draco saying this.

Then she sighed, leaning her head against her hands.

"That doesn't make any sense… I'm learning topic that's used to come to N.E.W.T.s, and I'm only in my sixth year! I should really stop this shit… I'm annoyed by myself."

*Yeah, I'm annoyed by you too. You could go outside.*

Lavender Brown went into the library. Hermione looked up and greeted her friendly.

"Hi, Lavender."

"Hey, Hermione. Aren't you studying?", she looked questionable at the closed books in front of her.

"I was… but it's bullshit, I can't learn the hole day long."

Lavender laughed heartily. "I always thought you could. Whatever, wanna do a walk with me?"

"'course…"

*What do they do if the 'do a walk'? Does anyone understand GIRLS? I thought the most boring thing is studying, but … please? they walk?*

Hermione stood up and the two of them walked out to the grounds.

"Lavender… can I ask you something? I mean… Parvati and you.. you always know whats going on in Hogwarts so I just wondered…"

Lavender blushed. "D'you think so? Ok, what do you want to know? Anything about Harry or Ron? Do you want us to spy on them? I always wanted to find out if one of them has feelings for you. Do you think they -"

"Lavender! Calm down, it's none of them. I wondered if you know something about Draco." "Malfoy," she added as she saw Lavenders face.

"Malfoy? You want to know something about Malfoy?"

*Yeah, Brown's right! You want to know something about MALFOY? Are you sick? Leave me alone, silly girl!*

"Yeah, Lavender, and stop staring at me like I would have three heads. I just wondered -"

"Stop stop stop! Hermione, why do you want to know anything about a MALFOY? We speak about the Malfoy who calls you Mudb-"

"OK! I know what he calls me! I know it, ok?? I'm just curious, ok? I just wanted to know if you have noticed something…"

*STOP sticking your nose in things which are none of your business!*

"WEll… now, that you mentioned it… The other Slytherins don't seem to like him anymore, do they? But… I don't know why. And to be honest, I'm not very interested in it. I mean, if they give him pounding, it can only do good!"

Hermione looked at her sharply.

"Ok, I see you don't know more than I do," she snapped and turned away.

"Hermione, wait. I want to know why you're interested in this git!"

"I do not think, that this is any of your business, but If you want to know… I found him a couple of times being in a terrible state. He've had enough pounding. I think, he's on the edge. I just don't want him to break."

With that, she left an slightly understanding Lavender and took a totally confused Draco with her.

*I'm NOT about to break! She doesn't understand anything! Why does she even care? I would do her a favour if I would vanish from her world!*

Everyone went down to dinner after finishing their afternoon lessons. Even Hermione had to eat something, so she followed Harry and Ron in the great hall.

She glanced from house-table to house-table. Hermione was great at watching other people. But recently she did often catch herself stealing a look at the Slytherin-table more often.

'Here we are, again. And Draco Malfoy is sitting alone at the very end of the table.'

But at this though Hermione took her fork and banged it at her head. 'Stop thinking about him, just stop it!', she thought angrily.

"Hermione, er… Do you need to go to the hospital wing?"

Harry and Ron looked at her. She never acted that strange.

'Wow, my friends start to care about me… It seems they only notice me if they think I'm in danger. Unfortunately for them, they don't have any sense for what is dangerous and what is not.' she thought still angry.

"Leave me alone. I'm fine," she answered quickly, not wasting another look at the two of them. And trying not to look at Malfoy too.

But latter was rather not successful.

Suddenly cold icy-grey eyes met gentle brown ones.

Hermione noticed again that he had just this single scar on his eyebrow left.

She found herself longing to touch his scar, longing to stroke over it gently, healing it, healing him…

'Hermione, what do you think you're doing?', she brought herself back to her mind.

Draco broke the contact, Hermione wondered if he knew what she just thought…

*Oh yes, and if he doesn't know by know, I'll make sure he'll know tomorrow! Oh my God, what's up with this girl? What's wrong with her?*

The other Draco Malfoy, the one who was sitting on the other side of the great hall and still was inside his body , didn't think this way.

'Why is she watching me? Why is she following me? And why the hell did my stomach give a jolt when she looked at me as if she was looking right through those eyes of mine, right through my mask…'

What d'you think? Am I finally going on with the romance in it? I'm begging for your review. *goes to her knees and cadges*

It did occur to me, that they could have wrote in their note everything they wanted. Of course, they could have written:
You've taken a potion and now Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy is watching the day in your point of view. She will be able to notice everything you notice.
But… like Sevy said: it would take the fun, wouldn't it? Let's say they just didn't see this way (yes, of course, they are both the smartest peoples in their schools, but… argh, just forget it. ;-)