A/N: OOOOOOOKKKKKK just for the record, guys, the letter might NOT be from Malfoy! So, just keep that in mind as the plot progresses. Hermione just hopes that it was from him. So. I am really thrilled that I got so many reviews. It is the most reviews that I have ever received for only two chappies! I will write all you reviewers notes at the end of the chapter. So. Hope you guys like this next installment......

Hermione collapsed on her bed and lay there, her eyes zooming across the ceiling, and her heart skittering through her chest like an out of control ice skater. She had discovered another letter from her secret admirer, but this time, she had found it in her copy of Hogwarts, A History. This letter had been even sweeter than the last, and it left Hermione breathless, just thinking on it. She tried taking deep breaths, but her lungs were shaking and bubbling, and she could only gasp.

Even through her euphoria, she didn't dare hope that the letter was from who she hoped it was. Even if the only hand that she could imagine ever writing such eloquent verses to her was Malfoy's. She stood, quivering, from the bed and strode over to the table at the foot of her bed, willing her knees not to wobble too badly. She doused her face with water from the basin at the foot of her four-poster and dried it vigorously. She stared into the mirror above the wash basin at her reflection, and for the first time, as she looked, she allowed herself to like her reflection. Over the last year, her hair had grown out more, allowing it to tame it's somewhat out of control curliness into more sedate ringlets. Her eyes were a pretty brown, and her petite nose was scattered with small freckles. She was no beauty, it was true, but she was past her awkward stage.

Hermione pulled herself away from her reflection and went to her wardrobe to get a clean set of robes to throw over her clothes. She then strode over to the door, with her whole being vibrating like an electric circuit. As she made her way down the stairway, she almost ran headlong into Parvati. Muttering a hurried apology, Hermione hurried past Parvati and downstairs. As she walked down to breakfast, down the empty Transfiguration hallway, she saw someone stooped over a split bag, picking up quills and books and ink bottles. Hermione couldn't see who it was, but she jogged over to help the person. As she strode over, the sight of a white-blonde head stopped her in her tracks, but only for a moment. This was her chance to prove that she didn't like Malfoy.

She leaned down and picked up a rumpled copy of The Standard Book of Spells Grade 6 and Malfoy looked up and saw who was helping him. Instead of grinning cruelly, like Hermione expected him to, he just smiled with a twinge of relief. He held out his hand and Hermione placed his book in it. "Thanks, Granger" he said, and smiled tentatively at her. For the first time, Hermione could see the purple rings around his eyes. His skin was pale, and his eyes were red and sad. Hermione clamped her hands to quell the urge to smooth the hair out of his face, and she merely nodded curtly, smiled a ghost of a smile, and turned stiff-leggedly to walk away. It was difficult for her to walk, because she felt as if a tree had suddenly sprouted out of her head, and she was having trouble balancing her head on her shoulders. It felt like hot coals had been placed in her brain and her mind was slowly being seared away. All the way down the hall, she could feel his eyes on her, and she wanted to turn around so badly, but she made herself keep walking.

As she walked into the entrance hall and over to Ron and Harry and Ginny, she felt as if all eyes were on her, watching her stilted progress, on legs frozen straight, with a burning brain, and trembling heart. As she sat down, Ginny said "why are you so red, Hermione?" Hermione touched her face and said "am I really red?" when Ginny nodded, Hermione muttered vehemently under her breath. So much for acting like she didn't care about Malfoy. As her bio rhythms returned to normal, she ate her toast and tried not to gag on it, as it made its way down her constricted throat. What was happening to her? Could she not even control her own body? She hated being so out of control. She drank her orange juice so fast that she choked and spluttered. Ginny moved a bit out of the way and said "Just stay away from the oatmeal, I don't want that incident to be repeated." Hermione smiled through her coughing fit and put a napkin up to her face.

A/N: Well??? Ok, as promised, here are the reviewer notes

Senna: thanks, I tried to do that

BeansRyummy: thank you beanbean, but I wont be necessary to get my autograph. Because you will be my friend when I am famous, and that will be even better than an autograph, because you will get publicity. Haha. Just joking. Loveya!

Berlinchick90: you need to update too, Kaitlyn! That is how you spell your name, right?? prolly not, but anywho. Thanks, for the review!

Emma Lovegood: you are terrible! You haven't updated for so long! I wont even talk to you anymore. I may call later, though. Oh, Phoebe isn't there still, is she? Well I will just have to talk to you (sigh)

Flutechick: I agree about the unrealistic thing. Glad you like the story.

Angel: thank you! That makes me feel so special.

Timra: Well, I can't tell you, but......maybe you are right.

Ms. Lit: thanks for the compliment, the one thing I must say is that the letter MIGHT NOT BE FROM MALFOY. Just be patient, you will see.

TomFeltonLover29: Thanks for reviewing, and keep reviewing. I get discouraged when I don't get any reviews.

Lita: She doesn't. she just hopes it's from him. That's all. Thanks for the review!

All right, now, I will review soon if you guys like this chapter, but if you don't then I can stop at any time. Until next time, au'revior!........tanna(the author)hahah....