Chapter 3

Hermione drummed her fingers against her mahogany desk. She had just finished writing in her diary and was quite distraught. She had been writing about how earlier today, Harry and Cho had gotten together, and Ron was thinking about asking a girl out, and almost all the students in her year were pairing up. Everyone had someone. Everyone but her. Even Draco had someone, if you could call Pansy a person and not a leech. Hermione knew Draco couldn't stand Pansy, but it still annoyed her every time she would hear, "Drakie!" yelled across the hall.

She stood up and walked over to her mirror. "I'm not ugly, am I?" She walked over to the window and looked out at the glittering stars. She found the brightest one out there and whispered to herself, "I wish I could find love." As soon as she had said those words, she walked over to her bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. She never saw the star burst into a million sparkling pieces, and fall to the ground. After this had all taken place, a figure in the shadow of her doorway, quietly slipped away.

Draco sneaked back into his room. He still couldn't believe what he had just seen. How could Hermione think she was ugly? She was beautiful! And if he thought that he knew the other guys had to as well. Draco sat quietly thinking to himself. He liked her and he wanted her to know she was special. He didn't like her in a love sort of way, but felt sort of brotherly toward her, and hated seeing her feel bad. Only he wasn't quite sure how to go about it fixing it. I mean, they were friends but what could he do? He decided to sleep on it and think of something in the morning. But first he wanted to write her a little note. He quickly got out a black pen and found some plain paper. He couldn't use his Slytherin pen, or Malfoy parchment, or that would obviously give him away. Ideas ran around his head, until he found one that struck his fancy. He quickly began to write.

If I looked into the moonlit sky,

Not even the brightest star could compare to you

You outshine the sun and the heavens pale in comparison.

To me, you are perfect, and with out flaw.

And no, you are not ugly.

enjoy the flowers

Satisfied that she would be curious and delighted, he silently entered her room, dropped the note on her dresser, and went back to his room, where he quickly owled his personal florist. His idea for a secret admirer was perfect.

Hermione sat up wearily. Ugh, I am never going to bed that late again. She propped herself up on her elbows and scanned the room. Her vision was still kind of blurry since she was still waking up, but she noticed a bright blue spot on top of her dresser. That's funny, she thought. I don't remember having anything like that in my room. She crawled out of bed and rubbed her eyes with her fists. Her vision cleared and she gasped as she walked over to her dresser. There was a note and brilliant blue forget-me-nots. She read the note and blushed. Had someone been watching her last night? And who was it? She quickly dressed and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, smiling the whole time.

Harry Saw Hermione waltz into the Great Hall smiling like there was no tomorrow. "Hermione? Is that you? You haven't been this happy in days! What happened?" "Oh nothing Harry, I just had a good nights rest." She silently mouthed to Harry "I'll tell you later." She didn't want Cho hearing about her mystery man!

Hermione quickly went and filled her plate with eggs, bacon, and a muffin and happily ate. Hmm, she thought to herself. Who could it be? It definitely wasn't Harry or Ron. Harry was so infatuated with Cho, that little bitch, and Ron had his eye on another girl. None of the other guys ever talked to her, except Draco, and he wasn't a very likely candidate, was he? I mean, he was the Sex God of Slytherin after all.

While Hermione thought, Draco sat at the Slytherin table, watching her. I wonder if she realizes she does a little sitting dance in her chair every time she takes a bite, he thought. His gaze wandered over to Harry and Cho. As much as he hated Potter, he felt bad for him in a cynical way. Harry was so enamored by Cho he couldn't see who she really was. Draco knew for a fact, that there wasn't a single guy in Slytherin other than himself that Cho hadn't slept with. Cho had come onto him too, but Draco wasn't one to sleep with sluts, despite common belief. Many of the guys in Slytherin called Cho the Ravenclaw Roadstop. Whenever a guy wanted a quick and easy lay, they all knew to go to Cho; even if she had a boyfriend at the time. He really couldn't understand how Harry couldn't see through it. Hermione obviously could, since she always got a disgusted look on her face whenever Cho was around Harry. He was going to need to ask Hermione to enlighten Harry as soon as possible. After all, if Harry became heartbroken, he would run to Hermione, who would then need to deal with it herself. He didn't want Hermione going through un-necessary stress. Draco finished eating, and went back to his room, and quickly wrote Hermione a note telling her to meet him in their common room after breakfast before the first class. He wanted to inform her before anything happened. He fetched his owl and had it drop the note into Hermione's lap as she finished breakfast. Hermione quickly scanned the note and hurried up to the common room.

She found Draco sitting on one of the couches, reading 'Hogwarts: A History.' "Draco, was there something you needed to discuss with me?" "Yes, there was, although it does not involve you directly. I've noticed that Harry is quite taken with Cho, and I thought you being his best friend, should be informed of a few things." Draco told Hermione the entire story about Cho, which took a great deal of time. Hermione was a little surprised, but not greatly. "I always knew she was a whore! I never liked her at all. She always talks to me as if I am a child, and like a need a reprimanding. And I really can't stand how she treats Harry. She acts so perfect around him and he's completely oblivious to the fact that all she wants is to shag him." Draco was somewhat shocked at the vehement outburst from Hermione, who he had never heard swear, or talk about someone so violently. It turned him on in a way. But it was time for classes to begin, so they each got up, and went their separate ways.

Hermione quickly ran into her first class, and saw Harry sitting in one of the desks. She had passed Cho on her way there, so she knew she was ahead of her. She quickly grabbed the seat right by Harry, just as Cho walked into the room. Cho scanned the room for Harry, and finding Hermione sitting next to him, got an angry look on her face. She took an empty seat near Harry and glared at Hermione. Then while Cho was watching, Hermione slowly reached over and touched Harry on the upper thigh, to get his attention. This just made Cho even madder and she became quite red. Harry turned around and faced Hermione. She quickly leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I really need to talk to you about something later. It's very important." Harry nodded and then they turned their attention to the Professor.

As Harry sat, he thought about what had just happened. When Hermione had touched his leg, he had felt odd shivers go up and down the small of his back. Then when she had leaned in, he had had a perfect view down her shirt, which today, was attractively low. He wasn't quite sure why he was noticing these things. It was Hermione! They were best friends! And he had Cho already, who was quite attractive, although he had been hearing some rumors about her lately that were starting to bother him. Oh well, I'll have to worry about that later, he thought, turning his attention back to the Professor.

Hermione was quite confused. Originally, she had touched Harry's leg and leaned into him to make Cho jealous, but now she found that she had enjoyed it. And damn! Harry's legs were hard as a rock from all those Quidditch practices. I wonder what his abs are like! Shame on you, Hermione. Harry is your best mate, and he has a girlfriend. A bitchy girlfriend, but a girlfriend nonetheless. And with Hermione's end of thought, she started to concentrate on the lesson.

A.N.: Well I still need a beta reader, and it doesn't look like anyone has read this yet, but please review if you do!