Disclaimer:

I don't own Harry Potter,

Which makes me quite sad,

J.K. Rowling does though,

Isn't that bad?

A/N: Oh, my god! I was blown away by the reviews. Five after four hours! Well, maybe it's like that because I'm in a different time zone (Philippines) but anyway, I'd like to thank:

Solare: Yes, I promise to keep it going.

Freyliskat: Am I making you happy? Two chapters in one day!

Chalice: Yes, I was thinking that this was going out of character, but now I've changed my mind. Thanks a lot!

V-Chan: You will see where this is going, it will be very delicious.

Mli.2: Yes, I play the violin, no, I do not have an antique (those cost a million pesos/two hundred thousand dollars!) and I've been in Book One for four years because my family keeps on moving. (I'm in my tenth school) And I will make them a bit more aggressive, but you'll see what happens.

Also, what's a beta reader? I need to know. And what does LOL mean? First person to tell me gets the next chapter dedicated to her/him.

DRACO

He shot his eyes open and yawned. What time was it? He looked at the clock on the wall. Six o' clock? What a rather ungodly hour to wake up in, on a Saturday. He turned over and tried to get back to sleep, but he was already wide-awake. Oh, fine, I'll get up.

Draco then remembered where he was. Oh bliss, away from that person who calls himself my father. Then he remembered whom he was with. All right, not so blissful. He got out of bed, smiling when it instantly made itself. Almost as obedient as Dobby. Dobby once tried to make the bed while Draco was in it and that resulted in five weeks of ironing his ears.

He dressed in black jeans and a black top and walked down the spiral staircase and down to the main room. Hermione was there already, sitting at the table by the windows. She scowled when she saw him. "You kept me awake last night with all that snoring."

"You're welcome." He pulled a chair opposite her and sat down. A plate magically appeared, filled with bacon and eggs. Draco looked at Hermione's plate, with remains of sausages and rice. "Why's yours different?"

"It's probably just a spell. You get your favorite food."

"Oh. How long have you been down here?"

"Two hours."

"Two hours? Jesus, what time do your friggin' Muggle parents wake up?"

"Seven." She was acting like this was normal.

He wiped his hand through his hair and popped a rasher into his mouth. "And why do you wake up at four in the morning, dear Mudblood?"

"I'm used to it. Homework and extra credit and all that shit."

"You shock me. I didn't know our precious Miss-goody-goody could swear."

She stood up and snorted. "And I thought you were starting to be civil, Draco." She turned around to leave.

"And where are you going? Sniffing to a corner to cry?"

"Library." She was halfway out the portrait when he yelled at her, beckoning at the bookcases, "But there are-" Slam.

"So many books here," he finished. All right, be that way. A thought crossed his mind. She called him Draco.

HERMIONE

"Harry!" She panted as she ran to catch up with him. He turned around. "Yeah, what is it?"

Hermione frowned. "Remember? We're supposed to be doing a study group with Ron. The test for Potions is tomorrow!"

"Sorry, 'Mione. I have a, um, see…"

"Another date with Cho?" Her shoulders slumped.

"Um, yeah." He looked away.

She tried to smile weakly. This was the one thing she had been looking forward to the whole week, which had been swamped with homework, and exams. "That's all right, I'll go with Ro-"

"It's kind of a double-date…"

"Oh." Ron too? Where were friends when you needed them?

"I have to go…bye Herm."

"Bye Harry." He waved faintly but completely forgot her a moment later when Cho hurtled into his face, kissing him passionately. "Harry!" She noticed Hermione, standing trying to keep the tears out of her eyes. "What is she doing here?"

"Oh, she's just here. You're more important after all." He shrugged at Hermione and left with his arm glued around her waist.