Author's Note: My best bud 1madcat and my sis helped with this chapter, my best bud + sis helped me with the spell, and my sis helped with the 'peeves incident,' she has a strange sense of humor!

What was that idiot looking at? Was he mentally impaired? Ever since the start of the new school year he'd started this, staring at her, annoying her, trying to make her lose her rag. Wouldn't he love it if she did, by any chance lose her temper and blast him to Kingdom come, stupid git! Not only would she lose her status as Head Girl, but her dignity and respect as well, she'd rather eat Fang than give Draco Malfoy the satisfaction of watching her humiliated. She glared at him, but he had turned around, so she didn't get the satisfaction of seeing him squirm.

Stupid git, denying me the please of seeing him squirm, God I hate that idiot!

Not that he would squirm, she thought to herself, only two other people had the ability to outstare Malfoy, one was his father and the other was Snape, who was a distant relative on his father's side, both of them Malfoy's, who were all born andbred to be a pus filled blister on humanity's heel.

Hermione watched in disgust as five second year girls, six fourth year girls and even three seventh years ran up to him and started begging for his autograph. So, the Malfoy fan club has already reformed, after two long and painful months without autographs and pictures signed personally by Malfoy, how had they coped without them?

What possessed them to hang around him begging for him attention? God, I would never degrade myself so, she thought, it wasn't as if he was really handsome, not really, not where it mattered most, inside. The only thing those girls wanted was his money, if he was penniless, they wouldn't touch him with a broomstick. If only they could see how arrogant and spineless he really was.

Lightening flashed and Hermione was struck with a brilliant idea,

You know sometimes, she thought happily, I really surprise myself. She grinned evilly as thought of the perfect spell. After all, she hadn't hexed or cursed him for over four months now. Must have been going soft, but I mustn't make it obvious that it was me, no-one must know.

She looked around to check no-one was watching, and slipped her current night-time reading book out of her bag. She flipped through it until she found what she wanted; she altered it slightly to suit her purposes, after all, it was a spell to find out whether your soul mate was who he really said he was, and Malfoy and her were so not soul mates.

Bingo! Malfoy, you'll make one hell of an ugly pile of black ooze on your bedroom floor!

She looked around again and slipped the books back, after all, think of what people would say if they realized what she was reading. Malfoy would laugh himself sick, the stupid pig.

Hours later Hermione stood in front of her mirror and practiced, she said the words quietly, and got to the last line, "Tell me all he seeks to hide."

The mirror answered her, in a low voice it spoke!

"He seeks to hide the fact…his penis is the size of a peanut!"

Hermione stifled a snort of laughter and giggled, "I never knew boys had such… complicated issues to worry about, poor Malfoy"

Suddenly a wild string of evil laughing, badly concealed came from the mirror,

"PEEVES, GET OUT OF MY BEDROOM NOW! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN THERE? IF YOU DON'T GET OUT NOW I'LL HAVE THE HEADMASTER EXPELL YOU"

Peeves exited the room muttering evil curses and grinning wildly. Hermione fell back on the bed and laughed so hard she wondered whether she was going mad.

"I wonder if Peeves was telling the truth!"

Late that night when every one was supposed to be in bed, Hermione crept out and snuck into Malfoy's bedroom, she stood at his bed and watched him sleep for a few seconds,

Why can't he stay like this all the time? He'd bemuch nicer to cope with asleep than awake andmaking stupid comments.

She whispered her spell softly,

"Inner out,

Outer in,

Show me all that lies within.

Only skin deep,

Reflect what's inside,

Tell me all he seeks to hide."

Hermione watched as her spell, a soft golden light, left her cuppedhands and hit his head, she turned and walked out. But she didn't see the soft golden light as it flashed and hit her in the back.

Night night my handsome prince, I'm sure you won't be so charming in the morning.