Warning: Slash

Disclaimer: I own no characters mentioned

Summary: Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Head Girl. Hermione falls for Draco and Harry agrees to accompany her to get nearer to the Slytherin Prince. EEP! Is this just the chance for Draco to get Harry, or does the ice prince melt his heart for the girl?

As she brushed the end of her quill feather over her cheek, Hermione Granger couldn't ever remember being this excited for school to end. She sneaked a glance at the Head Boy sitting two rows in front and tried to suppress a giggle.

Pretending to be listening to Professor McGonagall ramble on about transfiguring a book into a tent (or anything you want it to be) she tore a piece of parchment and scribbled something on it.

Hey, what could she say, she'd read up and practically memorised the entire chapter on this before.

She eyed the Gryffindor teacher before cautiously enchanting the piece of paper into Harry's hands.

Said brown-haired boy was seating in the front seat directly in front of the teaching woman, and Hermione knew it was crazy (Heck! Hermione wasn't listening to class! This was insanity!) but she just couldn't get over the fact that Draco had agreed to studying together.

And as she finally tuned into Professor McGonagall's rambling again, she vaguely noticed Harry being mildly surprised before turning to glance at her. Then he read the note.

Hermione knew she should have heeded the twitching in her left eye and not done anything stupid. But, alas!

"Mr. Potter. A love note, I see? I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing it with the whole class?" McGonagall said and held out her hand, staring down the Golden Boy. Harry gulped, looked at Hermione again, and slowly put the note in the Professor's outstretched, wrinkled hand.

McGonagall took a moment to read it, then gave Harry a long, disapproving look. She put the paper back on Harry's table, but before Harry could snatch it back, a flick of the professor's wand turned it into ash.

"I'm sure whichever girl who wants to meet you in the common room wouldn't mind staying back with you after class," she said.

Immediately after she said that, whistling erupted; mostly from the Gryffindors. The Slytherins were simply unamused.

Harry cringed and turned to Hermione, shrugging and sending an unspoken apology.

Hermione bit her lip and shook her head. Now she wished class wasn't going to end in ten minutes.

And oops, somewhere two rows in front of the fretting girl, grey eyes raged with jealousy and anger.

"Draco! Hey, mate! What's got you so rushed?"

Draco Malfoy clenched his fists as his pace picked up speed. "Hey, hey, Draco!"

But all the white blonde did was ignore his best mate and turn the corner. The callings and frantic footsteps finally faded as Blaise Zabini realised that his best friend was in another one of his moods.

And he sure was. Who did the Granger think she was, passing a note to his Harry in class and making him stay back as a result.

The Malfoy paused and gulped. Did he just think Harry was his? He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. Okay, now he just needed the hugest cup of the strongest coffee.

He had an hour and a half left to dinner, which meant two hours and forty-five minutes left to studying with the school's Golden Trio.

He sighed and went up to his room, wondering how a particular raven-haired boy was doing now.

Sounds of footsteps echoed off the walls and right back at the two Gryffindors walking quietly down the hallway. Finally, one of them spoke.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

Said boy turned to his best friend and smiled. "Don't think about it. But lucky for you, it's tomorrow. If not, your sweet Malfoy would be very dearly pissed for having been stood up."

Hermione giggled at that.

The Gryffindor head had given them each detention for the next night, one to clean out the pet cages of the Transfiguration classroom, the other to clean the trophies sitting in the glass cupboard.

When they had been released, Hermione had seemingly forgotten all about her being a Head Girl and getting her first detention in her entire seven-years stay in Hogwarts, and had excitingly related her 'date' with the Malfoy.

Now all they – or should I say Hermione – had to do was eat dinner and meet the Head Boy for some homework.

"But you know, 'Mione, studying isn't really a guy's way of how his dream date would go," Harry joked, grinning at his friend.

Hermione pouted at that. "I'm a shy girl. This is the first time I've liked someone since Viktor Krum. And may I add, what a mistake!"

They laughed together. The Durmstrang boy really had been rather eerily possessive of Hermione.

Harry's laughter faded, and he spotted his best mate standing outside the Great Hall double doors.

"Oh, hey, Ron!"

The redhead looked up at his name and smiled upon seeing Harry. But when his brown eyes shifted to Hermione, his smile faded as he looked down, looking sorry.

Harry leaned towards Hermione. "I think someone feels bad about yesterday. Give him a chance to explain?"

The dark-haired boy watched as his friend bit her lip, then shrugged. He smiled and manoeuvred them toward their other companion. He thought he heard an 'It's not his fault, anyway.'

"Ron."

The Weasley boy looked up, surprised that the bushy-haired girl was actually willing to acknowledge him.

"Want to talk?"

And as Harry watched them walk away, he smiled and slipped into the Great Hall, happily awaiting his friends' return.

With relieved and understanding faces, of course.

Draco frowned as his eyebrows furrowed and his hand stirred his fork in his mash potato.

He couldn't believe how he'd forgotten all about it.

The seven-word letter.

And he'd just received another one when he had gone up to his room before dinner. The second set of seven words replayed over and over in his mind.

'I saw you today. You were beautiful.'

He let a puff of breath and looked over to the Gryffindor table. Harry and his two sidekicks weren't there yet, so he couldn't turn down the invite to the study session. He was troubled, much more than he would have liked. And he didn't think he could standing being that close to his crush at that moment, knowing that it could be him.

The Granger girl didn't need to say; her two friends were always with her, even for studying with their archenemy.

A slight movement to the right made him look to the double doors of the Great Hall and he fought to keep a smile in as his crush looked as gorgeous to him as every other day.

Then his urge to smile disappeared as he reminded himself he was going to be sitting very close to him very soon.

And as said green-eyed boy started eating, with a happy face that made him look way too adorable for his own sake, Draco sighed and dropped his head into his hands.

He just wished he could keep his cool later on.

Hey there! You may like to read the below sentence for clarification on the previous chapter's edit.

NA: If some of that didn't make sense, you must not have re-read chapter 2. I re-wrote a part in that chapter, becauses I thought it was a little too cliche.

It's the part where Hermione's asking Draco if Harry and Ron can eat with them at a special table? (If you want to read that part again, stop here. I'm gonna relate what happens in the next sentence. But if you can't be bothered to go back and read again which I'm betting is all of you, do read on!) I've changed the plot to Hermione asking Draco if they could study together, but without mentioning Harry and Ron's presence.