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Chapter 2

Hermione awoke in the prefects' dorm room to sunlight filtering in through the window. She looked at her clock and saw that the time was 6:45.

Lazily she stretched her arms above her head and rolled out of bed. Lets see what we have to do today…usual morning routine, homework…I'm missing something. Oh yeah, finish planning out the food for the ball; ugh that can wait, don't need to see ferret boy today.

A sudden bang on the door interrupted her thoughts. "GRANGER! HAVE YOU SEEN MY COMB?" Spoke too soon, Hermione thought dryly.

Hermione rolled her eyes and casually glanced at her dresser, seeing a plain black shiny comb which belonged to a certain Slytherin. "No. Why would I steal your comb?"

"TO TAME THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR HAIR!" Draco called back cheerfully.

Hermione snorted. "Like I would even consider using your comb when its probably full of lice" Hermione said, voice filled with disgust. Then Hermione grinned evilly and went to her dresser as a wicked idea came to her mind. She cast a quick spell on the comb cackling quietly to herself and opened the door to her room.

"Oh Draco, I did find it!" she said with exaggerated sweetness.

Draco glared at her for daring to take his precious comb away. How was he supposed to make his hair perfect without his trusty comb? Well, its not like it needed much perfecting anyway. But that wasn't the point. Draco snatched the comb form Hermione's hand and stomped off into the bathroom slamming the door.

Hermione was trying very hard not to laugh. She mentally counted down in her head. 5…4…3…2…1.

"GRANGER! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY COMB!" Draco screamed from the bathroom. He stormed out of it to reveal a Malfoy who had neon green hair.

Getting no response, Malfoy repeated, "GRANGER!"

Hermione was on the floor cackling madly, while trying to complete a sentence. "THOUGHT—YOU'D—LIKE—GREEN—SLYTHERIN—COLOR!" she managed to gasp out.

Draco scowled and stomped back into the bathroom slamming the door fully intending to get the horrific blinding color out of his hair before class started. "Finite Incantatem!"

Seconds later another scream was issued from the bathroom. "GRANGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! WHY THE HELL ARE THERE ORANGE POLKA DOTS IN MY HAIR!"

Hermione started laughing again.

"Oops…I guess that I forgot to tell you that any effort to remove the spell will worsen the effects. Sorry!" Hermione gave a cheerful wave at the still closed bathroom door and went into her room in high spirits.

Seeing his attempts were futile, Draco took out his backup comb and started combing his green and orange hair, not even bothering to gel it or hide it. Any attempts at covering his new hair had resulted in disaster (lets not get into details shall we?). He soon emerged from the bathroom to be greeted by the other two seventh year prefects—Lisa Turnip from Ravenclaw and Ernie McMillan from Hufflepuff. They both started laughing hysterically upon seeing Draco's "new do".

"Planning on blinding anyone with those bright colors Malfoy?" Ernie snickered.

Draco scowled once again and stormed off to breakfast. Lisa and Ernie soon followed.

It was soon 7:30 and Hermione emerged from her room after showering and dressing, not being particularly hungry. She decided to read for awhile before classes started. She looked around the common room in search for her bag where her copy of Hogwarts A History was, but it was nowhere to be found.

That's odd. Hermione thought. I am sure I left it here last night before I went to bed…I better go check my room.

Her room was thoroughly searched but her bag was nowhere to be found. She did however find an old sock that went missing about a month ago, but that's not important. By now Hermione was frantic. It was currently 7:45 and she had fifteen minutes to find her bag, as well as get to potions.

Hermione tried to remember everywhere that she had gone the previous day and then it hit her—the quidditch pitch! When Draco had crashed into the ground, she had dropped her bag and ran to help him. Hermione scowled. It was his entire fault that she forgot her bag and was now going to be late to potions! He deserved worse than green and orange hair!

Hermione raced out of the prefects' room and hurried down the staircase, and in her haste knocked over an unsuspecting victim who went tumbling down the stairs.

"Sorry!" Hermione called over her shoulder, not pausing for a moment to see if they were okay.

She finally reached the bleachers out of breath and began to climb, cursing herself for sitting on the topmost bleacher the night before.

Upon reaching the top, Hermione was relieved to see that her bag had made it safely through the night. She quickly grabbed it and started sprinting down the bleachers not wanting to face Snape's wrath on a Monday morning.

Hermione was about halfway down when she lost her footing and began tumbling down to the ground while letting out a shriek of terror. Mentally cursing the force of gravity, Hermione tried to stop her fall but to no avail. She gave up and was preparing to hit the ground, but was surprised when the blow never came.

Her eyes, which had been shut, slowly opened and Hermione found herself in the arms of a handsome black-haired boy. Am I in heaven? Was the last thought that came to her mind before she passed out.

Draco opened the door to the potions classroom internally preparing himself for the humiliation that would soon follow. True to his assumption, as soon as he stepped through the door laughter issued. Draco held his head up high and marched to his seat hoping to make it through the lesson with his dignity still intact.

"Going for a new look Malfoy? I wasn't aware that it was Halloween already." Dean snickered.

Draco made a face at Dean and was about to retort before he was nearly strangled to death by Pansy.

"Draco!" she squealed in excitement. Then she stopped and looked at his hair strangely. "Draco? Just so you know…green and orange went out in the fifties."

Draco looked at her in awe. Did Pansy actually say something semi-intelligent? What is the world coming to!

"Um, that's great Pansy." Draco said still slightly shocked.

Pansy, upset at not being properly acknowledged, plopped down in the seat next to Draco, much to his discomfort.

Then Professor Snape entered the room, and everyone quieted down. "Today we shall be starting the Veritaserum potion. You will be making this potion over the course of the month because of the complexity of the potion. Partners will be assigned because some of you (here his gaze lingered on Neville) are incapable of doing anything right."

"Well this will be fun" Draco muttered sarcastically.

The dark-haired stranger stared at the girl passed out in his arms faintly amused. Honestly, he knew that he was handsome but this was a new reaction. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? Well the fact that she had just fallen down half the bleachers might have played a part in it.

He carefully shifted Hermione in his arms so that it was easier to pick her up. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that she was a little pale. Must have been from the fright of the fall. It would be a good idea to get her to the hospital wing right away, never mind that they were missing potions. Snape would blow a fuse later but that would be dealt with when the time came. It would probably be a good idea to make sure that she hadn't been injured anyway.

With that thought Hermione was lifted into the handsome boy's arms to be brought to the hospital wing.

"Um, professor? When will we be finding out who our partners are?" Dean asked stupidly.

"Well right now of course" Snape snapped. "20 points from Gryffindor for asking a stupid question."

The whole Gryffindor side of the room groaned.

"Let's see…Parkinson and Weasley." Snape started. "Potter and Malfoy. Thomas and Bulstrode. Brown and Goyle. Patil and Crabbe." The list continued on. "And finally, Granger and Zabini…I'm surprised Miss Granger is missing class, where is she?"

Draco was very surprised to notice that Hermione wasn't in the room as he expected her to come and witness his humiliation.

Seeing he was getting no response, Snape said sharply, "Potter, answer the question!"

"I-I-I don't know sir." Harry stammered. He himself was wondering where the duo was; Hermione would never miss such an important class—or any other class for that matter.

"10 points from Gryffindor for an incompetent answer." Snape barked. The Gryffindor side made faces at Snape when his back was turned.

"GET OUT!" Madame Pomfrey shouted.

"But-but" he sputtered. "I brought her here!"

The nurse stared at him. "Really, is that the best you can come up with? Seriously. Just because you brought her here does NOT permit you to stay!"

"Please?" he begged giving her the irresistible puppy-eyes.

"I only allow students who are injured or sick to stay. And…YOU ARE NOT IN THOSE CATEGORIES!"

He pouted defeated and turned to go. Then spotting a book on the floor a mischievous idea formed. He casually began walking towards the book and managed to 'slip' on it, 'twisting his ankle'.

The boy, being a wonderful actor, started screaming. "OWWW! MY ANKLE! HELP ME, I'M DYING!"

Madame Pomfrey pursed her lips. It was quite ironic that he managed to injure himself right at this moment. She grudgingly got the boy into a bed and threw an ice pack at him, hitting him in the head. The boy returned the favor with a charming smile while he 'accidentally' held out his other leg for the nurse to trip over.

Completely fed up, Madame Pomfrey went into her office and slammed the door.

Because of the loud sound, Hermione slowly woke up and looked around. "Where am I?" Her eyes then landed on the person in the next bed; her savior. She gasped as she realized who it was.

It was…

A/N: CLIFFY! Woot!