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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.' (Hermione)

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'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.' (Draco)

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"Dumbledore, get this stupid Slytherin out of my head!"

"Please, step in my office so we can discuss this."

It was now Thursday; Hermione had finally figured out how she had Draco's thoughts in her head.

"This is awful Professor. I can't even study! I haven't been back to the library since our last meeting!"

"Really," pondered Dumbledore, "Well, I didn't think anything could keep you from the library!"

"Apparently Malfoy can!"

"I see… well, I wouldn't want your punishment to affect your schoolwork. And it has almost worn off. I suppose you can be left to your own thoughts. Just run along and find Mr. Malfoy. I'll undo you both at the same time."

"No way. When he figured out what happened to him, he can come running to you. Not that that'll happen."

"I suppose another night won't harm him. Come here Miss Granger."

Dumbledore gently touched Hermione's arm and muttered, "Pafora daminha cabeça."

"That was it? I imagined at least a potion, or maybe an advanced incantation."

"You can't imagine the severity caused by the simplest spells."

"Whatever you say, Goodbye Professor."

"See you at dinner."

"Right..." she half muttered while exiting his office.

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Draco, on the other hand, was about to go insane.

"Why won't you get out of my head?"

He had started to pay a lot more attention to his teachers than ever before and he hadn't been caught scowling or smirking for at least two days.

'What the fuck is wrong with me?

I hope I can get all my homework done before Friday. I don't want anything in my way of Egnah Cxe.

What the hell am I thinking? I don't care about that stupid class. No one can kick me out of it. Father's promised an international war if that is the case.

I wonder what that class is all about.

Father explained everything to me before I was officially accepted into it.

Who else will be in the class but Malfoy and Me?

MALFOY AND ME? Oh my Dark Lord. She's in my head! THAT MUDBLOOD BITCH IS ACTUALLY IN MY HEAD!

Maybe a hott American wizard, or maybe French. They have such sexy accents.'

"FUCKIN' BITCH GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Draco Malfoy, 20 points from Slytherin and detention. I will not have such foul language or outbursts disrupting my class, especially from a prefect. You are excused to the Headmaster's office" scolded Professor Sprout. (A/N: I know this doesn't seem like something the all-loving sprout would say but I wrote it for McGonagall and then remembered that he didn't have her so had to settle for sprout.)

"Who does she think she is," muttered Draco as he sauntered down the hallway, "she can't yell at me like that. She's no the headmaster. My father…"

*SMASH*

Draco looked into the eyes of another prefect.

"Get a grip, Malfoy."

"Watch where you're fucking going."

"I'm not the one who has to worry about cleaning myself later; my blood is already filthy."

"You got that right."

"Since when do you agree with me? Not only are you talking to yourself but it seems you're listening to those voices inside your head."

"What the fuck do you know, Granger?"

"Why should I fucking tell you?" she replied saucily, continuing her stroll down the hall.

Draco could only stare in response.

"Mr. Malfoy, I believe you were sent to my office for punishment. I fear my harsh reputation may change if I let you socialize. Please follow," stated Professor Dumbledore, leading the way up the steps to his grand office. Draco had no choice but to follow.

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"Detention, Ms. Granger, and 10 points from Gryffindor for trying to skip a class. Report to the greenhouses immediately. You better not try to pull something like this during my class."

"Yes Professor Snape, I wouldn't dare." She replied with a slight hint of sarcasm he didn't pick up on.

"Off with you then," he chased when she hesitated.

""But Professor, when do you want me to serve my detention?" Hermione asked sweetly.

"Discuss that with the teacher you are trying to escape."

 "Whatever, at least it's not with you," she replied under her breath.

"What was that Miss Granger?"

"Nothing, nothing at all Professor."

Professor Snape quickly exited the library.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Hermione checking her watch, "10 more minutes and I would have been home free!"

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A/N: Sorry it took so long. I hope to have the next chappy out soon.

Next time: Detention and/or Egnah Cxe, I haven't decided yet.

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