Hey guys

Yeah I still suck and I'm still lazy. There's not much else I can say besides that this chapter is fair crap considering I just wrote it in twenty minutes.

Hermione was feeling on top of the world. As she walked through the corridors on her way to her first class of the morning she looked around in tenderness. So far this had been the best year ever. Not only was she head girl, but she felt her friendship with Harry and Ron were stronger than ever before. Not even sharing a common room with that ghastly Malfoy could put her in a bad mood today.

Hermione smiled to herself

'It's amazing what a good nights sleep and a hearty breakfast can do for ones disposition!'

Hermione rounded a corner and saw Harry and Ron up ahead. She called out to them before hurrying over. Ron turned, looking somewhat surprised. Hermione had an uncontrollable urge to hug him, and did so. Ron blushed and only looked further perplexed.

Hermione laughed and the stunned look on her friends face

"Sorry Ron! It's just the strangest thing, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages"

Before Ron could reply Harry began nodding vigorously in agreement

"That is weird because I felt the same right after breakfast this morning. It was as if I hadn't had a decent conversation with him in weeks. Odd huh Ron?"

Ron ran a hand nervously through his blazing hair

"yeah…odd"

"Aww look he feels all rejected now Hermione, how about we let him sit in the middle during double potions this morning, make him feel loved again"

Hermione and Harry were laughing and Ron responded by pushing the latter into a wall

"Hey watch it mate!"

The three continued down the corridor chatting happily. Ron was however lost in his thoughts.

'It worked…it actually bloody worked! I'd like to shove that potion right up Snapes test tube'

The red head walked a little behind his friends, grinning wickedly to himself. Everything was back to normal again, just the way it should be. He then thought of poor little ferret boy who hadn't yet appeared. He had to suppress a chuckle as he thought to himself

'Oh yes, things are back to normal, and they are just going to keep getting better'

Draco's eyes fluttered open and he stretched sleepily in his covers. It was going to be a good day, even if he did feel more tired than usual. How could the day be anything but divine after spending the night having rather…graphic (but tasteful) dreams about his feisty little Gryffindor.

He propped his rather effeminate hands behind his head as he turned to check how much time he had to procrastinate in bed.

The time was 9:01am

"Holy fucking shit!"

Draco practically hurled himself out of bed and in the process, managed to knock over his empty water glass from the night before

"I can't believe I overslept! I never oversleep! Oh my God I missed the opportunity to see Hermione in her night gown! God Damn!

Draco continued with the profanities as he somehow managed to dress himself in a space of about 45.2 seconds. He rushed out of the room and threw himself out of the portrait hole and began racing towards the dungeons. As he passed the great hall his nostrils filled with the scent of sausage, toast and bacon remnants. His stomach grumbled.

"Great, I missed breakfast and its four hours until lunch. My stomach is now going to proceed devouring itself"

Draco slid into Snapes classroom Kramer style (not the Draco would know who or what a Kramer is. Stupid, easily amused Muggles). Snape sighed loudly but naturally didn't hand him a detention. Draco's eyes darted around the room and came to rest on a horrifying site. Hermione and Harry were sitting with…The Weasle!

Time stopped.

Draco suddenly felt himself suspended in one of those moments where you can't tell fiction from reality. It was a moment where you hope so strongly that what you're seeing isn't real that part of you starts believing that it can't possibly be true.

"Please sit down Mr. Malfoy or I'll be forced to give Potter a detention for your tardiness"

Draco watched Harry glare at their professor and managed to shake himself out of his stupor. He walked towards a seat in front of Hermione. Before sitting down he leant towards her ear and hissed

"What the hell is going on, what are you sitting with him?"

Hermione pulled away and gave him a look of pure disgust

"Don't you ever address me in public again! I am sitting with my friends and don't want my reputation tarnished by being seen fraternising with the likes of you."

Draco felt blood rushing in his ears. What had happened to his Hermione? He put a hand on her should and opened his mouth to speak again. Hermione slapped his hand away

"God, get off! How dare you touch me! Go and crawl back into whatever ferret hole you emerged from and die"

Draco could do nothing but stare in shock as he processed everything that had just happened in the last thirty seconds. He was about to protest again but Snape beat him to it

"Well Miss Granger it seems I will see you in detention tonight due to that little outburst. Mr Malfoy do sit down. We are going to need the full 3 hours of class time today to ensure that Mr. Weasley actually works out what a cauldron looks like."

The Slytherins of the class began to snicker. Draco merely began to sit down, absolutely bewildered. He looked back at the trio as he got his things out of his bag. He was caught between agony and pure hate as he saw Weasley pull Hermione into a reassuring hug. To make things worse, the red head shot Draco an ugly smirk, one only he saw.