Ah ha! Thanks to the musical stylings of Madonna and Usher, and the fact that I was once addicted to Buffy, I have the next three chapters planned! Thank you to everyone who reviewed that last chapter. (It was so exciting to open my e-mail and find so many of them only one day after posting [12 of them!])

Form the moment Hermione woke up that morning, her brain started whirring. Why in hell would she be dreaming of dancing with Draco all night? It just didn't make sense; he wasn't that amazing of a dancer. Well, ok he was, but that was completely beside the point. And although the dream was becoming a bit hazy in her mind, she could have sworn that during one of the dances she was wearing a long, white wedding dress. Hermione shook her head, of course it wasn't a wedding dress, even in her dreams she would never marry Draco Malfoy, and the thought was enough to make her want to throw up. Or at least, it should have been. But somehow, her subconscious wasn't finding the idea as revolting as it should have. No wrong, bad, sick. I never want the words Malfoy and married to pass through my brain again unless it's fallowed by the word Parkinson, she thought to her self. Arg, this was stupid, why was she even bothering to spend all of this time and energy thinking about Malfoy. Dreams didn't mean anything!

However, when Hermione stepped out of her room into the common room to see Draco sitting in one of the large arm chairs reading, she quickly walked back in and shut her door. Ok, that was weird, why would she have a problem walking past Malfoy. This was stupid, she wasn't going to spend her entire day sitting in her room because she didn't want to go out and walk past Malfoy. She was hungry dam it, but she really didn't want to go through the Gryffindor common room and be bombarded with questions before shed even had a bite of toast. But she couldn't quite make her self do anymore then simply peak her head out to see if Draco was still sitting there.

After half an hour went passed she began to get angry. What gave him the right to loll around in the common room all day? It was her common room too. What she wouldn't give for an invisibility cloak. Finally Hermione made up her mind to go. She wouldn't even talk to him; it would be strange at all. Typically they only just acknowledged ach other, nothing more. Yes she'd just walk past and out the door.

And she almost did it to. She was halfway across the room, just at the chair Draco was sitting in, when she had to go and open her big mouth.

"Morning Malfoy," she said.

"Mmm," he replied. And with that she nearly ran out of the room. As she passed through the portrait she felt a blush rise up and stain her cheeks. What was wrong with her, why should she feel silly and giggly after simply saying hello to Malfoy? Malfoy, hes the king of scum! She must be coming down with something. The flue, or even just a fever. Yes that was it, Hermione decided as she made her way to the great hall.

The second she walked in the door she was bombarded by Harry, who dragged her right back out again.

"But, but Harry, I'm hungry," she wined.

"What were you doing?" he demanded

"Well, I was going to go have breakfast, but then you ambushed me," she moved to brush past him, but he caught her arm and pulled her back.

"I mean, what were you doing last night?"

"Well, I ate candy, danced, then went back to my room and slept."

"Don't play stupid with me!"

"I'm never stupid Harry, it's impossible for me." Hermione smiled, hoping that he would just get frustrated and leave.

"Now you're just stalling!" Harry complained.

"Fine," Hermione frowned, "what exactly do you want to know?"

"Why on earth possessed you to dance with that, that, peroxide dipped thing." Harry exclaimed.

"I hardly think he uses peroxide Harry, if any thing it would be a spell."

"Completely beside the point Hermione" Harry said exasperatedly.

"Honestly Harry, we danced together, that was it. It was a head boy-girl thing, we had to dance together."

"I've never heard of that rule before," he said skeptically.

"That's because you've never bothered to pay attention, really Harry, if you'd just put more effort into your work then we wouldn't have issues like this."

"Ok, ok, I believe you. But Hermione, I got to say, I was worried for a second there. All of us Gryffindors were. We thought you'd gone over to the other side or something."

"Please, I'm insulted. Why would you think I'd ever want to get closer to Malfoy then I have to?"

"I didn't really, I was just checking. Now come on, you said you were hungry right." As they walked into the hall Hermione got a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was like she felt guilty for betraying Draco like that. Malfoy, she meant Malfoy. But that couldn't be right, she hadn't betrayed him, and she certainty wouldn't feel guilty if she had. It must be that she felt guilty for lying to Harry like that, yes guilt for lying mixed with hunger, that's all this was.

And that's what Hermione did for the better part of the day; she tried to turn all of these thoughts and feelings swimming around in her head into bits of complexly rational nothingness. But she was failing. For all of her smarts Hermione was really quite clueless. It took her until three o'clock that afternoon to realize that it was really quite pointless to try and rationalize it any more. These feelings she had were the first stages of a full blown crush. There was no point in trying to make it go away, but why did it have to be on Malfoy. Honestly, Malfoy. Well, at east she knew that it would never go any farther then a silly crush. She most definitely didn't love him, and she probably never would. Make that definitely never would. Besides, he hated her with a passion, didn't he? Of course he did, although he did ask her to dance. But that was probably just some stupid dare, or a bet. Then again, if it had been he would have made a huge show out of it, collecting his money right then and there. Great, now it was going to bother her. Not that she wanted him to like her, well maybe she did, but it could never work any how, might be fun though. Well, it was settled, she was going to mix up a truth potion, and then she'd know once and for all. Then maybe she could put this silly little faze behind her.

Once she had it mixed she went down to the kitchens and had Dobby make her two cups of tea. She dumped the truth potion into Draco's, and headed up to the common room, hoping he was there. She was luck, for he was, he was sitting in a different chair but reading the same book.

"Hi Malfoy," she said as she set down her tray on a near by table. "Care to join me in a cup of tea?"

"Why?" he asked, looking at her quizzically.

"Well, because I have two cups and I thought you might want to take a break form reading." He stared at her for a moment before picking up his cup and razing it to his mouth. After he'd had a few sips Hermione decided to start asking questions.

"So, what did you do to day?" She had decided to ask a few simple questions first, so as not to arose suspicion.

"I read for a while, headed down to the Slytherin common rooms for a few hours, and then came back up here to finish my book."

"Oh and how is your book?"

"Quite interesting actually, but why are you really here? I'd much rather you get strait to the point then sitting here engaged in stupid, idle chit- chat with you." At that Hermione almost decided to give up. But instead she pulled up just a smidgen of that Gryffindor courage there always talking about and took the plunge.

"Well Malfoy, I was thinking that, well, since I'm Head girl and your Head boy it might be a good idea if we sort of got along better."

"You mean, like be friends or something?'

"Yes, possible more then friends," she looked at him only to see him come as close to true laughter as he'd ever been.

"That's funny, Granger. Just imagine, you and I, friends." When Hermione didn't answer he stopped laughing. "Oh, you were serious, is this about that dance we shared last night, because that was just something to pass the time. Those stupid balls can get extremely boring."

"I, I, well yes," mumbled Hermione, completely unsure of what to do next.

"Well, Granger, it's been an incredible pleasure talking with you. But here's a helpful little hint for the future, the next time you try and spike a persons drink whatever you put in here, I would recommend using one that doesn't turn the tea a strange colour." With that he set down his teacup, which was completely untouched, but was a bright green. Hermione gasped, how could she have not noticed that. Draco walked into his room, leaving a completely speechless Hermione in his wake.

Well, that couldn't have gone much worse. But she had a feeling that almost everything he had said about them was untrue. She had seen it in his eyes when he realized she was serious. It was a sort of soft, hopeful look that was immediately squashed by the look of a dear caught in the headlights. She was practically willing to bet that he didn't hate her as much as he lead on, he just hadn't figured out that his hatred had turned into something more yet.

It was at that moment the perfect plan fell into Hermione's hands, literally. An owl swept into the room and dropped an envelope into Hermione's hand. It was an invitation to Susan Bones 18th birthday party. All of the seventh years, as well as some of the sixth year were invited. That caused the gears in Hermione's brain to start turning in a very evil way.

Haha, cliff hanger. So what did you think? I have two more chapters planned out for sure, so they shouldn't take too long, it's the ones after that I'm worried about. Once again, thank you to my reviewers!