Disclaimer: I own nothing.... Honest....

Authors note: The last chapter title, traslated in German means "And then he kissed her." Lyrics from a Rammstein song called Nebel, which means fog, or mist....I actually want to learn German... because German is kewl... I wonder when Mage Kitty will check my fanfiction account.... sighs

Draco wondered around the school, very soon it would be curfew. A picture of Hermione Granger came into his head, bent over a book, brow furrowed in concintration. He smirked, it would only be time until she came running at him.

A figure hit him head on.

"Watch were you are going!" he hissed at the girl as they both removed themselves from the floor.

Hermione Granger brushed herself off, and turned her gaze elsewhere so he could not see her tear stained face.

Draco was taken aback, had Isolde given her the potion already with out consolting him first. Was it really that powerful? "I'm sorry for my rudeness Granger," he apologized.

Hermione eye'd him curiously. "A Malfoy," she blinked. "Apologizing."

Draco smirked. "We have our quirks."

"So it would seem," she replied seriously. "If you don't mind," she tried to get past him.

"I do mind," Draco reached out and stopped her from moving. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"There is a really large tub of ice cream I can't wait to get aquainted with," Hermione snapped, trying yet again to pass him. Yet her efforts went without avail.

"What's wrong?" he asked, actually sounding concerned.

"Why would you care?" she hissed angerly at him. Today was a bad day, and it wasn't looking up.

"I have feelings," he countered.

"You do?" she said sarcastically.

He nodded, and pulled her into a hug. He could feel her tense up in his arms. She shivered, as he rubbed her back gentally. Slowly tears returned to her eye's and she cried silently.

This made him feel cold, and he didn't know why. His mind told him it was beautiful, magical that he was holding her, but his body told him it was against his nature. He smiled at this false sense of security. He wanted to hold her, and he did.

Hermione sniffled. Maybe Draco Malfoy wasn't as bad as she had first thought. His body was warm, so she moved closer into him.

Draco picked her up and carried her off to his dorm.

Isolde was in her room, confused about the entire situation. She liked Draco, the only thing that actually pissed her off to the fullest, Hermione liked her, Ron liked her, what is with the golden group. It had been much easier if she had never existed. Lilith watched her as she through her note book across.

"What?" she hissed at her ferret.

The ferret looked at her dumbly.

"I'm sorry Lilith," she cooed, taking her pet out of her cage and setting her on the bed. "There," she lay on her bed playing with the tiny creature.

The fat hopping thing bounced around her bed with delight.

Isolde rubbed the tiny creatures tommy, as it rolled around playfully. "You know you look a lot like Malfoy when he was a ferret," told the ferret.

The ferret stopped dead in it's tracks and stared at Isolde.

She laughed. "Sorry, I do think about him too much."

The ferret conintued to watch her. She yawned.

"Maybe we should get some sleep." Isolde comprimized.

Isolde crawled into her bed, and Lilith followed suit.

Isolde streched yawning, she didn't have a very good nights sleep. Curse attraction and it's fendish ways, there has to be a loop whole somewhere that defy's her the right of being a normal teenaged witch.

Isolde changed into her normal clothes, black skirt, pirate socks, and a black t-shirt. It was early, and she never did anything, so she pulled out a book, her diskman, and slipped her wand into her pocket. She headed down to the common room, not surprisingly there was no one up yet. So she sat comfortably and began to read "Demon in My Veiw," by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes.

Hermione Granger woke up next to a warm body, one arm drapped around her naked waist. She snuggled closer and the body mummbled incoherant babble. Surprised at the sudden revalation that she had a male partner, she sat up. She closed her eye's and tried to remember the night before.

A picture of Isolde kissing Ron shot through her head, then her running into Draco- Malfoy, and then- oh dear, she didn't. She looked down at her naked self, her thighs were a little sore as well as, she blushed and stood up. She wobbled her way into yesterday's close scattered around the room. How could she have been so stupid.

Draco watched as Hermione dressed herself, "Leaving so soon?"

Hermione yelped at the sound of his voice, and tore out of the room.

Isolde watched as Hermione came tumbling down the Slytherin Boy's dorm room stairs. Draco MAlfoy appeared at the top in only a sheet wrapped around his waist.

"You!" Isolde hissed in sudden anger. She put to and to together.

"This isn't what it looks like," Hermione said wide eye'd.

"Please come back!" Draco shouted.

Hermione ran out the portrait door.

Isolde glared up at the devil himself.

"I thought you gave her the potion," Draco said angerly.

Isolde held up the vial so he could see. "Here you go, arsewhole!" she snapped throwing him the potion. "You give it to her yourself!"

Draco looked down at her confused. "What's wrong with you?"

"You!" she snapped, taking her things and leaving the common room.

Isolde was furious and she had no idea why, merlin she hated hormones. She made her way around the lake that was at the edge of the school and sat down on a rock in a huff.

"Men are stupid gits," she seethed.

"Not including me thought, right?" a vioce asked.

"Your the worst," Isolde spat.

"What happened, you've had friends for two day's," Snape said taking a seat beside her.

"I never had friends," Isolde informed him.

Snape mentally made a note to take two hundred points away from Gryffinder next time he saw one of the golden trio's members. "Anything you want to talk to your dear old uncle about?"

"No," Isolde replied hastily.

Severus nodded, she was much like him at his age. He didn't run with the crowd, or make friends easily. But by all the Dementors in Azkaban if Harry Potter and his gang set a wherewolf on his only neice, instant death to all of them. "Do you want to be alone?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied instantly.

"Fair enough," Snape nodded. "But if you need anything, like a wart potion, or red-spotted bum cream, don't hesitate to ask," Snape offered.

Her uncle knew her well. "Have any potatoe bags and a pair of shovels?" she asked seriously.

"I'll go find some for you," he smirked. No matter how hurt Isolde got, he always noticed that she never lost her sense of humour, she never cried either. Snape cursed Isolde's harsh life, she was alway's thankful of everything she had received from him. She helped her mother with everything, real love. He cursed Isolde's father for leaving them, and taking everything away. Mostly their happiness.

Isolde whipped out her diskman and listened to it quietly. Slowly falling asleep. Rammstein and Jack Off Jill filled her ears with revenge.

Draco Malfoy had no idea what was gone, Hermione had look lovingly upon Isolde, and Isolde looked that way upon him. He was hurt to say the least. He wanted Hermione to look that way to him. He pulled out a peice of his hair and placed it in the vial. He would have his way if it killed him.

Hermione Granger walked about the school in a dellusional state. She had sex with Draco Malfoy, evil upon evil. She repeated that over and over again. She felt dirty, she also felt whole. Like it was something she could do all the time. Isolde would never want her the way she would like. She wanted to feel the way she did when Draco- Malfoy had touched her so, although she would prefer some one other then Malfoy to touch her.

She wondered around contimplating this new revalation.

Thankyou for reviewing... I love you all... heh heh... yesh...