"No, Harry, he did not lay a finger on me and yes, Ron, I am eating those eggs!" She slapped Ron's hand away from her plate. The boys were asking her questions all through breakfast about Malfoy. She felt as if her head would just explode.

She looked across the room to see the slytherin boy sitting there, as girls swarmed around him, including his cronies Crab and Goyle. He seemed like this attention didn't phase him. As if he were used to it. He sat with his back straight, and his chest out, as he ate his breakfast. This looks of pride only wanted to make Hermione bash him one in the face.

"Earth to Hermione—" Harry was shouting. She must have been too deep in thought to hear him before.

"Yes?" She asked uneasily.

"Please pass the butter." He said, sighing. Hermione nodded, relieved that he hadn't noticed her dazing off, and passed the butter along.

"Today, you will be making the Oltre-Sight potion. Does anyone know what this potion does and the purpose?" Slughorn asked his voice all happy go-lucky. Before anyone could blink, Hermione's hand went up in the air. "Anyone besides Ms. Granger?" Hermione looked around to see heads being lowered. "Alright, Ms. Granger. I love how you are so brilliant. Keep it up."

"Why thank you, professor." She said, her cheeks turning bright red, "Well, the potion allows the creator of it to see the future of a certain person or themselves, but you can't see it with out a reason. When you drink the spell, the reason will be answered with what you see beyond. Most wizards and witches use this potion to see where their relationships are heading or if they should even give whatever they are about to do a chance. This spell is very rare, for if it were popular, everyone's answers and solutions will be solved." Hermione took a breath, and saw the class raise their heads up with the answer she had given. She knew most of them wanted to know about relationships.

"Very good Ms. Granger, ten points to Gryffindor." Slughorn cheered, merrily. The students looked a little freaked out.

"Stupid git—" Malfoy started, "He couldn't tell brilliancy if it were right in front of him."

"Mr. Malfoy, I would think you are quite wrong. In fact, I indeed have that skill you think I'm lacking. I also have another skill, in fact—" Slughorn smirked, "I can sense out jealousy, which you are exposing right now." Malfoy sneered, giving the professor a glare. He looked towards Hermione, who must have heard, because her cheeks were double the color from before.

"Now, class, I must tell you that I shall be choosing your partners. Listen up!" Everyone focused there attention on their professor.

"Potter—Parkinson."

"Finnigan—Millicent"

"Patil—Goyle"

"Malfoy, why don't you work with the brilliant young lady you are quite jealous of? Ms. Granger, if you would kindly work with Mr. Malfoy."

"I am NOT working with that mudblood! It's bad ENOUGH that I have to be Head Boy with her!" Malfoy blurted out.

"Don't make me take away point from my own house, Mr. Malfoy." Slughorn scowled, "Now, go get your ingredients." He exclaimed while calling out the rest of the groups.

Hermione sighed. She had to work with this arrogant prat, just because of his actions. She didn't deserve this.

"Go get what we need, Malfoy, and I will start to heat up the cauldron." She exclaimed. He snorted, but did not retort, and went to get what they need.

"Remember, Herms, if he lays one finger on you—" Harry mouthed out to her. Hermione nodded, showing how she understood where he was getting at.

When Malfoy came back with all the ingredients, the cauldron was pretty hot. He started chopping the dragonfly wings, while Hermione took out the insides of a dragon's heart. They seemed to be doing fine since they hadn't really said a word to each other as of yet.

When the potion was still brewing, but yet nearly done, was when the tough part was coming in.

"Malfoy, cut a piece of your hair off." She said, ever so calmly. His eyes went wide.

"What? Why? I am not touching my perfect hair!" He exclaimed. Hermione rolled her eyes, but smirked when she thought of something.

"Fine, we'll cut mine first." She said, as she cut a small strand of hair. He smirked at his victory, but not for long when out of no where, Hermione kissed his soft lips and cut a strand of sneakily. "Thanks, Malfoy!" She said very relaxed, although inside she wanted to go run and get a whole bucket of disinfectant to wash her pure lips with. Malfoy showed that exact emotion.

"UGH—GRANGER—WHY THE BLOODY HELL—" But he stopped his screaming when, number one, everyone was staring, and number two, she held a strand of white-blonde hair in front of his cold, blue eyes. "Evil little mudblood."

"Whatever works, Malfoy." Was all Hermione said as he dropped their hair in the cauldron. It bubbled rapidly, and then cooled down abruptly after. It turned a bright gold color. Slughorn came by, looking impressed, and poured a little into a tube before letting them know—

"Since you are the first ones done, you will show the class exactly what is to happen. Mr. Malfoy, you decide who takes the potion first, and then the other will go shortly after."

"So, Malfoy, who goes first?" She asked.

"I will." He had a reason to take this potion. This reason was of something only he knew about, so he thought. They walked to the front of the classroom, and as they had the attention of the class, he took a swig of the gold liquid substance. Before he knew it, he was out on the floor, seeing a few answers he needed to know.

You would think he would want to know what would happen with the Dark Lord in the future, or something drastic, but no. He wanted to know—

Draco looked around to see he was in his common room. Everything looked to be in the right place. The fire place had a soft fire going, and the lights were down low.

"Oh my gosh, Draco, it's beautiful!" A voice from behind squealed. Draco turned around to see himself a good-looking young lady sitting on the couch.

"I know, but it has some sort of meaning of which I'm trying to figure out." He saw himself respond. His hands seemed to be a little shaky. Since when was Draco Malfoy nervous? He saw him get up and motion towards the fire place. "This is where I found it."

"You found this? How would it be here out of nowhere? There must be a purpose to it's existence." The girl said, smartly. He nodded and put his arm around the girl's shoulders. All of a sudden the chain glow a crimson red, and floated up into the air in front of both the teenager's eyes.

"Oh my—" Draco mumbled. His eyes grew wide as he watched the chain glow darker and darker as it arose.

"DRACO MALFOY! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?" An angry, Hermione Granger ran in the room. She didn't seem to notice the glowing object and remained glaring at Draco and the girl next to him. She lifted up The Daily Prophet in her hand.

"Wait a minute—how is this possible?" The girl stood up and walked towards Hermione. Hermione looked up and stood in shock. The only catch was, it seemed as if she knew exactly what this was about. She grabbed the young girl by her shoulder and turned her so they would be face to face.--

Just before the normal Draco was about to see who his future self was talking to before, he was shaken awake.

"Malfoy, potions is over. You didn't even get to tell the class what you saw!" Hermione exclaimed, with a saddened expression.

"Out of the way, Granger!" Malfoy yelled. Before Hermione could retort, he pushed her down, jumped to his feet, and ran out of the room what looked like towards the common room.

'What was the meaning of that?' Hermione thought, yet not knowing what the blonde slytherin just saw in his future. She would find out in a matter of time what spooked him so much and what made him run that fast. She would get it out of him, even if this meant going to low measures.

Okay, chapter four. Be thankful I made this longer. I am proud of this chapter, just like I am of my others. PLEAE, PLEASE REVIEW! NO FLAMES! Thanks.

Oh and by the way, "Oltre" means "beyond" in Italian.

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