A/N: I know I said that I would update as soon as I got one review but I just got a new computer so I was a little delayed. But here it is!

P.S. It's the end of lunch on Monday.

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"Miss Granger, what are you doing in my dungeons? I don't have to see you for another day, why don't we keep it that way?"

"I was just leaving, Professor Snape," replied Hermione. She then turned to leave, but her legs stayed rooted to their spot.

"Miss Granger?"

'Wow, how can someone so potionally inclined be so ugly?

But you don't have to be handsome to be smart.

I bet he could make any potion in the world.

Most definitely.

But he's too low on the social scale. I already am above him.

What am I thinking? I don't even think I'm on a wizard social scale.

I would never do everything anyone says. Except for maybe one person.

No, I wouldn't do everything for anyone.

Not one person, *the* person. Soon I will be able to. I will know when he calls.

What? I will never do everything for any person, not even my husband.

I will be able to go to him at the drop of a hat, or the burning of flesh.

Burning of flesh? Have I gone mad? I would never go to anyone that quickly.

And I soon won't have to answer to Father anymore.

I never listen to Dad.

I should still pay at least a little attention to him. I need, no, I want my inheritance.

What inheritance? My father is a dentist; they aren't exactly paid a huge amount of money. More than most, but he is paying for Hogwarts.

What if I didn't listen to him? He wouldn't embarrass himself by disowning me.

My father would never disown me; he loves me. He can barely see me off to Hogwarts for a whole year.

He could have me killed.

My father would never do that; he couldn't hurt a fly.

Then he and Mother could pretend to grieve in private. They would only have to spend some "alone time" to "grieve". They would like that more than anything.

What? My parents couldn't do that at if I had been killed! They love me! They would probably kill themselves if anything happened to me.'

"MISS GRANGER!"

"*What*?" she replied, annoyed that he had raised his voice to her, especially since she was now almost in tears.

"Don't give me that! I've been yelling at you for nearly ten minutes. I have a class currently and I assume you do too. Please leave my dungeons."

"Whatever," she said half under her breath.

Once again she turned to leave but couldn't move an inch.

When she turned back to her Professor her eyes seemed a bit glazed.

"Good health to our gracious lord," she told him.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?"

"I.. I.. don't know!"

She then abruptly turned around, and anticipating resistance she nearly fell as she bolted up the stairs.

'What a peculiar girl. How did she learn that greeting? Only one student in this school knows it… very peculiar indeed,' Snape thought to himself as he entered his classroom, 'oh, well.'

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Not two minutes after escaping Dumbledore's office did Draco abruptly change directions.

'I wonder where Harry is!

Actually I could care less. I think I'll wait as long as I can before I have to see that prat.

I hope Ron is with him.

If I do see them, the weasel better be there; he's just too easy to annoy.

They better not be getting into any trouble.

With my luck I will catch them in the act; take off a few house points.

Oh finally, there they are.'

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" asked Ron

"Am I not allowed to walk in my own school, Weasel?"

"Shut up Ferret face."

"Do you really want to travel that path slug breath?"

"Would you both just stop it?"

'Oh Harry, always the mediator. So handsome.

Well… he may have more charm than the weasel, but he isn't anything compared to me.

And he only wants to stop the fight. Sometimes I wish Harry would see me as more than a friend.

Wait, FRIEND? MORE THAN A FRIEND? I can't STAND Potter."

"EARTH TO DRACO!" bellowed Harry.

"What do *you* want?"

"Well as much as we like being ignored for the last five minutes, you are blocking the corridor and we have to get to class."

"I haven't ignored you. Though I should have. And *you* are blocking *my* way."

"Fine," stated Ron and Harry as they pressed their backs against the stone.

"Precede, your Ferretness."

Draco only glared as he tried to leave. But for some reason his legs wouldn't let him.

"Go, Malfoy, before I make you," exclaimed Ron.

"Fuck off," he replied, but then his eyes went out of focus, "But don't forget to finish you History homework. I heard there was a pop quiz. It would be a great way to start of the year with a good grade."

Draco looked mortified as he bolted down the hallway.

"What in bloody hell was that all about?" asked Ron.

"I have no idea, but we better look over our history!"

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Incidents like this happened constantly to both students for the next few days.

What happened to Hermione and Draco? More importantly, who will figure it out first?

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A/N: I hope you like it! Sorry it's so short; I think the chapters will get longer as the story goes on! Please review! I'll update as soon as I get 4 more reviews (30 total) so tell a friend!

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