AN- Now you all get to see what one of her worst fears is! I'm sure all of you were frustrated with me leaving it off right there. Well, I decided to post it early cuz I really like this chapter, even though it's incredibly short. I think it's pretty funny, but you are the readers, so you tell me! I know, I know. I need to lengthen my chapters by a LOT. Also, I wanted to say thank you to all me reviewers, and that I'm sorry if I sounded rude. Demanding your reviews and all. Sorry if I offended you or anything! Also, thank you to RebelRikki for all the advice! I tried to include all of the info you said was missing; I'm really sorry about that! I had no clue that I hadn't said all of that before. I appreciate constructive criticism a lot! Again, I'm really sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I'm working on my other stories right now, and I really need to pick up my grades as well, so go easy on me.

Chapter Five- Can't Stop Thinking of You

Hermione watched in horror as Professor Dumbledore pulled away from Madame Pomfrey. His face was red with embarrassment, and there wasn't a twinkle in his eye as usual.

"Er, sorry," Hermione stuttered, still in shock at having caught her school nurse and her headmaster snogging. She turned and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. In all of her seventeen years, Hermione had hoped never to see that. She would definitely wait until he was gone to ask for a different robe.

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Draco Malfoy walked into the cold dungeon masquerading as a classroom. He had a scowl upon his face as he sat down in his seat. He was about ten minutes late, but Severus didn't even care. Ah, life was good when you have your godfather as a teacher.

Against his will, Draco found his gaze wandering to the empty seat in the front row. That was where Hermione sat. God damn it! Why can't I get my mind off of her? It's not like I care. Right? Right! Right. I don't care what happens to the little Mudblood. …Then why do I keep thinking of her?

He was so caught up in his thoughts of denial, Draco didn't even notice when the class left, leaving him to the frozen dungeon. Severus tapped on his desk lightly. Draco jumped and looked at his godfather, startled.

"Is class over already?" Draco asked nervously, completely unlike himself. Severus gave him a frown, wondering what in Merlin's name was going on? Draco hadn't been nervous since he was six and he had accidentally set Lucius' robes on fire.

"Class has been over for twenty minutes, Draco. Tell me what's got you so distracted." Believe it or not, Severus was actually kind to some people. Sure, they were a very few and they were all Slytherins, but hey.

"It's Granger." At Severus' confused look, he continued. "I've been… worried about her." He closed his eyes wearily. "Worried! About one of my enemies! What is this world coming to?"

"Drugs, sex, and alcohol, Draco. Drugs, sex and alcohol."

"Good point, but still. She is a Gryffindor, and she's Harry Potter's best friend for Merlin's sake!"

Severus sighed. "Draco, not everything is about what house you're sorted into, believe it or not. You're in seventh year, Draco. It's time to grow up a little. I believe in loyalty to your house, but it doesn't really matter if one is in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin… Hufflepuff doesn't count."

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Hermione sighed. When was she getting out of here? Honestly, she respected Madame Pomfrey just as she respected all of her teachers, but she was getting really bored, and besides. She hadn't seen Joey for almost three days! He didn't know what had happened! Maybe he was worried! She had to get out of here.

Hermione grabbed her clothes where she had seen Madame Pomfrey place them for the house elves to clean. Pulling them on behind a curtain, she spared a quick glance to see if anyone was coming. With a clear corridor, Hermione ran out into the day.

She walked slowly around every corner, knowing that if anyone saw herm they would report her to Madame Pomfrey. But as long as no one saw her, the nurse was already occupied. Hermione shuddered.