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Here's the fifth....yep

"So...how was it?" Ron asked when Hermione walked in to the common room.

"I don't want to talk about it." She said before practically throwing her bag into the seat next to him. "Why did I have to get stuck with him of all people! He's a total bore! I went through everything at least four times and the only thing he got right was the blasted C.D. because he stared at the cover for so long he finally got the hint that there was writing on the rim explaining what it was. I mean honestly."

"Yeah, but it's a good thing you don't want to talk about it." Ron said, covering a smile with a yawn.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked when she got done glaring at Ron and glanced around the room.

"I don't know something about he had to do something, somewhere." Ron supplied.

"Why thank you Ron. Without that knowledge I'd have never known he wasn't in the room. Really, don't you ever listen to something other than quidditch stories?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Of course I do. My mum wack's me in the head if I don't listen to her about something or other." He said with wounded pride.

"Something or other? What does that mean?" she asked before sitting down before the fire.

"That I listen.....I think"

"Just be quite the rest of your life Ron, and I'm sure you'll find the perfect women for you."

Harry said from behind Ron's chair.

"Oh hi Harry. Where were you?" Hermione asked looking up from the fire.

"I was down in the kitchen getting something to eat." He explained before dropping something into Ron's lap.

"Thanks Harry." Ron said opening the package and taking a bite of what looked to be a thick piece of fudge.

She looked at Ron then at Harry. They were so different but yet they were best friends.

'I wonder why things end up the way they do.' she asked herself for the 100th time that night.

"What's wrong with you?" Crabbe asked from across the common room.

"It's none of your business." Draco snapped back.

Why did everyone think something was wrong with him? It's not like everyone else hasn't had a bad spot in a day. He asked himself. Maybe if he'd have known what Hermione was in such a hurry for he'd be in a better mood. He stopped at that thought. He only thought it because he....didn't want to get cheated out of getting passing grades in the class, yeah that was it. He couldn't get the bloody girl out of his head. Damn it.

"Draco? Did you get your charms homework done?" Goyle asked.

"What are you two? My parents?" Draco almost yelled across the room. Why couldn't they just leave him alone for two minutes.

"Well, I need your papers to copy off of. I can't get a bad grade." Goyle answered, almost sheepishly.

"Then you should pay more attention in class."

"Like you do in muggle studies?" Well that was a low blow, Draco thought. "I've seen you after you come out of that class, staring after that Granger girl. What is it Draco? Do you fancy her?"

"Where the hell do you get off asking me questions? I don't ask you what you do in your spare time, why do you care what I do?" Draco asked, now he was in a bad mood. "Besides I don't stare at her. I have better things to do than look after some mudblood."

That got the both of them to back off but Draco's mind was now racing.

'They've noticed me staring after her. Great! Who else could tell.' He glanced around the Slytherin common room, looking for people who looked like they noticed too. No one popped out. Yeah he'd noticed Gra....Hermoine more often then not lately. He just didn't know what to think of it yet. He couldn't tell her that, she'd tell Potter and Weasly. And he couldn't tell Crabbe and Goyle. They'd tell the whole Sytherin house.

What to do, what to do?

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