anything underlined~ the little voice in their heads

itlaics~ inner thoughts

Hermione~

She had been thinking about that potion. Stupid Snape, she thought. Stupid Draco, she also thought. She had told him to meet her in the library at 6:30 sharp. She was heading there and not even paying attention to where she was going, for she was to immersed in her own thoughts and too angry to care. She got to the library and looked around for a few minutes until she noticed the bright white hair.

'Okay Malfoy. Let's get this over with.'

'Fine bye me.'

They both pulled out a quill and some paper to take notes ad their clear bottles containing the potions. It was a thin, semi-transparent, purple liquid. They both took the top off their bottles and were about to take a sip when,

'Wait I forgot! I looked at the pages Snape gave us and it says we should measure it out. Too much and we're too friendly.' Hermione quickly, and just in time, mentioned.

'Good point Granger.' Draco added.

They then measured it out and both took their own. A warm 'fuzzy' feeling overtook their entire body and they found themselves not glaring at each other. In fact they were both smiling.

'Okay. Let's get these notes taken,' said Draco. Wow, she thought, he's bearable.

'Sure, okay.' agreed Hermione. They then began scribbling notes down on their parchment about this and that. When they were done, an hour later, the potion still hadn't worn off.

'How long is this gonna last?' inquired Draco.

'I dunno. From the amount we took, probably somewhere around an hour more.' came Hermione's response.

'Oh. That's good. It's nice to have someone to talk to.' Draco said.

'Thanks.........I guess.' Hermione responded blushing. But some part of her brain was saying this isn't right. It's not Malfoy. It's the potion. But she just swept it under the mental rug and continued to enjoy the company of Mal......Draco. They talked. About school, people, and homework. Hermione liked this part of him, but that one part of her brain kept telling her it's the potion.

Dinner was drawing closer and the potion still hadn't worn off. They decided to go eat so they packed up their stuff and left for the Great Hall. Most people were already there but there were still the few stragglers. Draco and Hermione among them. They walked through the doors into the Hall and all eyes were upon them, but they were oblivious to this.

'Bye Hermione.' said Draco heading in the direction of his table.

'Bye Draco.' Hermione cheerfully answered. She headed towards her table which had all its eyes one her. She sat down and started helping herself to some food when she noticed Ron and Harry's gaping mouths.

'Close your mouths. You'll catch flies.' she simply stated.

'Did you........but.....' Ron stuttered.

'Wait! Ron it's the potion remember?' Harry said with realization.

'Yeah you're right! It's supposed to make enemies friends.' Ron stated.

'What are you talking about? Draco is a nice person and a good friend to talk to.' Hermione said denying the obvious. No sill girl! It's the potion. Draco's never this nice!

'Shut up.' Hermione mumbled.

'What? You okay Hermione? Ron questioned through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

'Yeah. I'm alright.' Hermione responded so as not to arose their suspicion. .

They finished their dinner with conversations of Quidditch and schoolwork. All the normal stuff.

Everything was going grandly until they got up to leave.

Draco~

He had been ignoring Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy's attempts at conversation all dinner. Well actually Pansy's attempts considering that all Crabbe and Goyle did was grunt in agreement.

'Pansy for the final time, GO AWAY!' Draco practically yelled. He then returned his gaze to the Gryffindor table and his new friend.

'Who are you staring at?' inquired Pansy.

'No one.' muttered Draco moving his stare downwards at his plate. Pansy followed his previous line of sight and nearly died from a heart attack (A/N I'm sure no one would miss her *snicker*)

'That filthy Mudblood?!' Pansy shrieked with anger and hatred. Draco returned it full force.

'She's not a filthy Mudblood. Your just jealous I'm friends with her and you're nothing but a bloody bitch!' Draco was seething at the insult she had hurled. Pansy was wearing a look of pure shock, until something hit her.

'It's the potion for Snape's class.' Pansy remembered.

'No it's not. My friendship with her has nothing to do with Snape's stupid potion. Draco retorted. Yes it does, said that annoying voice in the back of his head. It's all the potion. Draco growled at this voice. Okay keep telling yourself that Draco, but in a few hours I'll be the one you're staring at.' (A/N *shudder* gross, I know.) and with that Pansy left, an arrogant smirk painted on her face.

'Ugh.' shuttered Draco.

He sat in silence for the rest of dinner. When he finished he got up and quietly left, but as he was going he noticed Hermione. They both looked at each other and smiled. Then something stirred in both of them and that evil emotion hate reared its ugly head. They both dropped their smiles and glared at each other.

'Come on guys. I really don't feel like being here any longer.' was what he heard before Hermione flew out of the Great Hall. As Harry and Ron passed he heard.

'Potion must have worn off.' from Harry. Ron passed him and glared in his direction. He walked out of the Great Hall and to his dormitories completely ignoring Crabbe and Goyle. When he got down to his common room he threw himself into a chair and started to compile his thoughts.

She has no right to sneer and glare at me. I'm a pureblood and she' s nothing but a disgusting Mudblood. But you liked it. You liked having someone to talk to.

'No I didn't.' he said to no one in particular. That little voice in the back of his head was starting to get pretty damn annoying. He wished it would pick one side, but his thoughts were too cluttered for this. It's all that damn potions fault, he thought as he stalked off to bed.

He shot up in his bed wand drawn and covered in sweat. He had another dream. He realized what had happened and put down his wand. These dreams were really bugging him. Then he remembered something. Brown hair. The girl had brown hair, wet, but nonetheless brown. There was another thing, but he didn't know it, he wasn't the only one awake.

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