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            "He did WHAT?!?" Ron yelled at the top of his lungs.

            Harry punched him in the arm to shut him up. He looked over at Hermione, "Are you sure that he did this? Are you sure it wasn't a dream?"

            Hermione raised an eyebrow at Harry. "Now, Harry. Do you really think that I would dream about Malfoy?"

            Harry looked up in thought and then back to Hermione. "You're right." He smiled.

            "He did WHAAAATTT????!!!!" Ron yelled again.

            Hermione hollered across the table, "Shut up, Ron!" People were starting to stare.

            Hermione looked across the Great Hall at Malfoy's table and he was busy telling the other Slytherins about…something. Hermione shrugged.

            Ron came out of his screaming daze and looked at Hermione, as if he were trying very hard to think of something. "Well…did you hit the git?"

            Hermione blinked. "N-no."

            "Why?" Harry inquired.

            Ron just stared at her.

            Hermione shrugged. "I don't know I just didn't feel like it. It was weird…like he was controlling me, or something. I couldn't move…" She looked down at her plate and picked at her food.

            Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then they finished eating.

            After a minutes or two, Hermione spoke up, "I have a three hour detention with him tonight…do you guys think he'll try anything?"

            Ron stared at her as if she were a Slytherin and sitting at their table, eyes wide with shock, "You have a three hour detention? The second day of school?" He leaned back into his chair and looked exhausted. "Bloody hell, Hermione."

            Hermione just rolled her eyes. "Well, it's only because I hit him. He got it for calling me a Mudblood."

            Harry blinked at her. "He called you a Mudblood in front of Professor McGonagall?"

            "Well, he was close enough. I told her that he called me that every day and she asked him if he did and he said 'well, it's true'. That really pissed me off," Hermione said, looking at the Slytherin table again.

            Ron shook his head, "Slimy blood-sucking git, he is."

            Harry nodded in agreement.

            Soon they were dismissed to their first class of the day. Hermione sat down at her, Harry, and Ron's usual table. Professor McGonagall started talking, but Hermione wasn't listening.

            He's not that bad looking, she thought. Ugh! What am I saying! It's Malfoy! She looked over at the table he was sitting at and he was, surprisingly, looking back at her, expressionless. She quickly looked away and back to the teacher.

            Malfoy caught himself looking at her and shook his head. No, no, no. I can't look at her. It's Granger. Blech. He looked back to Professor McGonagall and didn't look at Hermione for the rest of the class.

            Hermione stood up when class was over and was called over by Professor McGonagall. So was Malfoy. "Yes, Professor?"

            "Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. You two do remember that you have detention with me,"

            Hermione nodded and watched as Malfoy slowly did the same.

            The Professor smiled. "Well then, off you go." She said.

            Malfoy was already halfway to the door when Hermione turned around. She caught up to him. "Malfoy,"

            He turned around quickly and gazed at her with those same, piercing silvery eyes, "What?"

            She looked at him for a moment, "About yesterday…why did you call me Hermione?"

            Malfoy stared at her strangely, "Because…it's your name?" He said that as if she were an idiot.

            Hermione stared at him. He's acting different now…

            "Um…"

            Hermione realized that he was right in front of her, tapping her shoulder, and she jumped back.

            Malfoy laughed at her, "I'm not that repulsive, am I?"

            Before she could stop herself, she said, "No, you're not." Oh crap, crap, crap! She hoped he didn't hear her.

            He did. What the bloody hell…? He felt really awkward, turned around quickly, and walked away.

            Hermione kicked herself. "I can't believe I just said that to him…what, do I like him now or something?" Then reality hit her. Oh my…what if…I… I do like him… Her eyes widened when she comprehended this. This…this is really bad. She thought as she made her way to her Potions class. She walked in and everyone turned around to look at her. Class had already begun. She was late.

            "Miss Granger," Snape walked up to her, "Why are you late?"

            "Professor McGonagall had to talk to her," Malfoy spoke up. He caught himself and thought up a save, "P-probably to tell her to stop answering all the questions so that other student's can have a chance." He looked around and the Slytherins that were staring at him chuckled and turned back to stare at Hermione and Snape.

            Snape turned to her. "Was Professor McGonagall speaking to you after class?"

            Hermione nodded. "Yes, Professor Snape."

            Snape sighed, obviously beside himself because it was a good excuse. He couldn't giver her detention for a teacher holding her back in class. "Fine, Granger, take your seat."

            Hermione quickly made her way to Harry and Ron. She sat down.

            Snape walked to the front of the class and turned around to look at them all. "You will be making a very complicated potion today. I will pair you into two to a group," He glanced around the room, "Mr. Malfoy, you are with Ron Weasley."

            Ron scowled and glared over in Malfoy's direction, who himself was doing the same.

            "Miss Granger, you are with Miss Bullstrode." Hermione sighed.

            After all of the people were paired off, they started to get to work. "Follow the directions on the board." Snape said before sitting at his desk.

Suddenly, Millicent spoke up, "So, are you fond of Malfoy or something, Granger?" She had noticed Hermione staring at him in their last class.

Hermione felt herself get blush slightly, "Wh-what do you mean?"

Millicent arched an eyebrow at the brunette. "You know what I mean, Granger. I saw you staring at him."

Hermione flinched. "I don't know what you're talking about," She changed the subject, "Snape is looking right at us so lets start working on this potion."

Millicent wasn't totally satisfied, but she figured that she'd just ask Malfoy about it later at lunch.

Unexpectedly, Ron and Malfoy's potion exploded, "I told you not to add the newt powder until after I added the surcrid syrup!" Ron's voice boomed. The class went quiet.

Malfoy shrugged. "I don't remember you saying that, and don't talk to me in that tone, Weasel."

Class ended and Hermione was gathering her books when she looked over at Malfoy. Why? Why him?! She thought to herself. She looked away and back at her bag as she stuffed things in. Suddenly, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

Aaah I had a bit of writers' block on this one. Hope you like ^^ Review!