DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.....there.

Hermione rushed to pack her books and rolls of parchment into her bag. She had been studying for her Potions final in the library at break, and if she didn't hurry she would be late for Arithmency. Lost in her flurry to get packed up, she didn't see Pansy Parkinson - the pug faced Slytherin - slumping into the library followed by Miliscent Bullstrode, friend and fellow Slytherin. They walked discreetly between the aisle's of books searching for L. Hermione threw her bag onto her back and proceeded to pad towards the door.

"Here's one: Love Potions for the Un-estheticaly Pleasing."

Hermione stopped in her tracks, glancing sideways to the aisle the voice was coming from.

"Huh! Well, even though I am of course very estheticaly pleasing it'll have to do - its the only one."

Hermione frowned. *Love spells? I thought we weren't allowed to tamper with matters of the heart?* Hermione recognised the voice and although she was tingling with curiousity of what the pug-faced Slytherin was up to now, the will to get to Arithmency overpowered her will to eavesdrop and she hurried out of the library.

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By dinner, Hermione had forgotton all about what she had heard in the library, though if she had cared to notice, neither Miliscent or Pansy were sitting at their usual place at the Slytherin table - much to the delight of one Draco Malfoy, the object of Panys's affection. Hermione gulped down the remaining roast potato's on her plate with a mouthfull of pumpkin juice while listening, amused, to Harry and Ron, who were telling her Professor Trelawny's new prediction. This time, she had hinted at a "big event" that will change his life forever, and she had said it, according to Ron, with a whistful voice, instead of her usual loom-and-doom voice she used when "predicting" Harry's downfall.

"'I see....a misunderstanding....no, a mistake.'" Ron was saying in his best imression of Trelawny, "'Someone's spell will go awry - it will change your life forever, Harry.....oh this WILL be a big event, a very big event indeed....'. Obviously there will be a big event - the Snow Ball is coming up! That woman's a nutter." mused Ron.

Hermione ganced at Ron, her face full of cynicism.

"Yeh yeh," said Ron, noticing this look, "you told us so."

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Hermione's eyes drooped. The words on the parchment spread out in front of her danced on the page - winding around one another. She rubbed her tired eyes and decided to call it a night. She packed her bag, slowly and lazily this time, piled the stack of books she was studying from into her arms and trudged over to put them back. Just as she was about to walk away from the aisle, she heard a set of footsteps. No, there were 2 sets. Coming towards her! She ducked behind the end of the row of shelves and into the next aisle, ears pricked and now a little more alert.

"Pansy I think this is a bad idea."

*Miliscent and Pansy again?*

Hermione doubted the Slytherin girls were studying at this hour.

"Oh shut up, Miliscent its all ready now, I may as well go through with it."

There was a heavy sigh from the other girl. "Fine. I still don't see how this will help you get Draco."

"Because, Miliscent," snapped Pansy, "If every boy in 6th year was in love with me, Draco would see what he's missing and fall at my feet."

"But he wouldn't be missing anything, all those other boys will be under a spell!"

"But DRACO doesn't know that!" Pansy whined. "Hurry up and put that book back, I'm not wasting anymore of my Saturay night in this book cemetery!"

Hermione heard the book being shoved onto the shelves and the feet padding away. She waited until she heard the door close until she let out the deep breath she had been holding. *Pansy wants every boy in 6th year to be in love with her? Just so she can have that sorry excuse for a human?* Hermione would bet good galleons Pansy planned this just in time for the Snow Ball tomorrow night. She had to warn everyone - especially Harry and Ron - Hermione did NOT want her two best friends in love with....that! She marched around to where Miliscent had shoved the book, and carried it back to the Gryffindor common room.