Ok! Back to the story!

From the last chapter…

Goyle returned as his normal, brute-like, spineless, self now dressed in his Slythrien robes and stood beside Malfoy.

"So," sneered Malfoy, "What did 'Saint Potter' say about our little run-in on the train?"

"Urh… He kept going on about how you cut off you mark…I had to pretend to be interested…" stammered Goyle, trying desperately to sound astute.

"Goyle, you lump of brains," mocked Malfoy, "I knew you would come through for me." he said then laughed with the other Slythriens. Goyle laughed too, but didn't seem to get it.

"Urh.. and he just really seems to be interested in you overall," said Goyle. The Slythriens roared with laughter once more.

"Oh, that's a tear-jerker," roared Pansy Parkinson, "It seems like Potter has a little CRUSH on you Draco!" and once again the laughter became uncontrollable.

"Well since Potty seems so interested in me, why don't I just make him even more interested in me? JEALOUS even! I think I'll date his mudblood!" cried Malfoy.

The laughter cut off like everyone in the room had been stabbed in the neck.

"What? Are you under the Imperius? Just last year you were giving her death threats! And what about me Dracy? What about meeee?" pleaded Pansy.

"Oh, bitch puleaze! Besides, I think it would be fun to toy with Little Potty's emotions and she is one fine slut anyways! And I'm the Slythrien sex god, no one can resist me, not even my worst enemy!"

And nervous laughter broke out as he spoke, but it seemed that everyone disapproved. Pansy looked on the verge of tears and Crabbe and Goyle seemed to not really care, or maybe they had no idea what was going on.

A tight ball curled in Harry's stomach. What would she say if she knew that Draco was after her for love? Ron would probably freak, so then and there he decided not to tell her. Besides, he might be kidding and she probably would never snog him anyways.

Now Harry was set on getting out of the Slythrien common room. He noticed Bulstode heading for the common room door and he shot off after her. He just barely got his foot through when the portrait door slammed shut.

"God, Hermione is gonna freak!" Harry thought to himself, "I wonder if she would actually ever go out with him." But remembering how she had become seduced by Vickor Krum in their 4th year, Harry tried to put it out of his mind.

He pulled off the cloak and whispered "Pensive" then stepped into the much more inviting common room where the real Hermione was waiting.

"HARRY!" she jumped him like a tigress, "So who was it? Who was impersonating me?"

"Goyle. He thought he could get away with it to, but I tailed him with the invisibility cloak. But don't worry about it, all he heard was me going on about Malfoy's scar…"

"His what? His scar? What do you mean Harry?"

"Where his dark mark used to be there was a scar like where someone had cut it off. I guess he doesn't want to be a death eater anymore," came Harry's solemn reply.

"I didn't know he could do that …" she said.

Harry and Hermione sprinted across the school lawn to Hagrid's hut.

"Ey! Arry! Ermione! Come'on in and ave some tea why don't cha," he said beckoning then inside. "Gwamp is doing so well with his lessons! Such a fine gentleman he is. So how's school been comin' along?"

"Hagrid, we have a very important question for you, is it possible to cut off your mark to not be a death eater anymore? Or will Voldermort kill you?" asked Harry.

Hagrid jumped a little at the name but replied gruffly, " Yer not supposed to be able to cut it off, and I think Vol… he-who-must-not-be-named will kill you. But perhaps his dad is out of Azkaban so they gave the job back to him."

"Does that mean that there could be another attack on the school?" shuddered Hermione.

Hagrid only looked longingly towards the school. "You never know what they're planning…"

They walked along the corridor in silence. Hermione tuned suddenly and headed for Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Harry caught up to her, "Where are you going?" then he noticed the possessed look in her eyes. "Hermione? HERMIONE! Hold on, I'm going to get McCgon…"

"Petrificus totalus!" someone out of view cried and the spell hit Harry with much impact. Hermione walked on to the bathroom and entered meanwhile a tall blonde figure dragged an immobilized Harry in after her.

He couldn't move or speak but he saw Malfoy talking to Hermione and using his wand like a puppet stick to move her around.

"Here Granger, drink this…" he said and beckoned a glass of swirling pink liquid to her lips. After one sip, Malfoy freed her, then a different look came over her, a look of love.

"Like it Potter? Its my own design of love potion! It lasts for a year and its irreversible!" he cackled. But a look of happiness came over him. "Actually I have a better idea…" he smirked and thrust some love potion into Harry's open, paralyzed mouth, then thrust Hermione in front of him. He had to look at her, he couldn't move.

Harry felt himself become lighter and lighter, but as he saw Malfoy holding Hermione the same angry beast he had felt when he loved Ginny roared up inside him again.

"Petrificus totalus!" Malfoy said again only pointing the spell at Hermione who instantly froze. "Ooh… This will get interesting…" he sneered and walked out of the bathroom.

Harry concentrated on performing the unfreezing jinx in his head but to no use. It took a good bit of magic and he couldn't do it. But obviously Hermione could, it took her a half hour but she could. Soon she began so reanimate both of them.

Harry jumped to life and grabbed his wand. But as he looked into Hermione's soft eyes, he could think of nothing else than her.

"Isn't he dreamy?" Hermione said in a half-dazed state. At first Harry thought she was referring to him and his heart leaped, but no, she was referring to Malfoy… He needed to know how powerful the love potion was.

He turned to her and said, "Draco Malfoy,"

"AHH!" she moaned, "Isn't he so sexy?" and smiled with pleasure.

Harry felt a longing that he had never felt, even for Ginny, as she said that.

"Hermione, I love you!" he said and flung his arms around her neck, desperately trying to kiss her.

"Get offa me Harry! My heart belongs to Malfoy…." She said dreamily.

"AHHH!" Harry screamed like he was in a nightmare that he could never wake up from. But then he spied the half-empty glass of love potion. He ran over, dipped his fingers in it, and shoved them down Hermione's throat. But it wasn't enough.

"Hmm…" thought Harry, "Malfoy likes to stir things up, why can't I?" He grasped the love potion with a crazed look in his eye and went off to the common room.

Ok this is going to get oddly romantic I have decided...