A/N: I still think the third one was the best… this one you guys will finally hear from Hermione's knights in shining armors. Please REVIEW. This chapter isn't full of action, but it has a few flashbacks and how the Draco and Hermione thinks.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter and everything associated with him…but sadly, I'm not, this all belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Hermione sighed to herself as she fell onto the bed. Crookshanks mewed unhappily as her weight made him bounce off onto the floor. She pulled out a piece of paper and a quill and started writing.

It was a little less than an hour after she finished writing. Smiling to herself as she watch the owl take off into the night sky. Looking up at the stars again, those memories playing back again in her head.

It's been just a week since the ball, but it seemed like forever ago….

"And the Head Girl this year is Miss Hermione Leclaire."

Polite clapping resumed, a few heads turned to look at her. Hermione stood up, her cheeks red but face full of triumph.

Pansy's face looked similar, red, but full of hatred. She walked quickly to her mother who was talking to an austere looking lady who looked raged as Pansy pushed between them and started questioning her mother.

Hermione couldn't hear what Pansy's mother said, but the look on Pansy's face was worth a million dollars, first, her face looked like it was about to cry. Her mother said something else that made Pansy look much more like a cow that ever before. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open. Her mother looked desperately around for someone else that could help her out in explaining why Pansy wasn't the Head Girl.

Finally, Pansy stormed into the hall, which no one except Hermione noticed. If Pansy was anyone else, Hermione would have went after her to comfort her. But, of course, years of hatred don't just evaporate. Then again… her hatred of Malfoy seemed to fade whenever he was around…

Hermione was beating that little voice in her head. She wasn't one of those girls that would swoon at the sight of any guys with a face better than Neville. Unlike Pavati and Lavender who spends most of their time gossiping about who's hot and who's not. She hated herself for even allowing Malfoy that close to her.

It wasn't like it was her fault anyways, Malfoy had an allure about him. She sighed, thinking about the letter. She gave them a short recap of the ball, which was mostly as they would expect it… expect her to be, boring. Her mind going back to the fight Ron and her got in just a few weeks before end of the Sixth Year.

"Come on Hermione, let's go, Harry is already down there."

"Ron! No! We'll get caught and get in trouble!"

"Oh come on! Why must you always act like you have a stick up your arse? We know you are boring, I'm only trying to get you involved because you seriously need exercise! It's not even my idea, Harry said to bring you along because you're our friend!"

SLAP! "WHAT DID YOU SAY RONALD WEASLY?"

"I SAID YOU ARE A FAT ARSE THAT IS AS –NO MORE BORING THAN WATCHING A SNAIL MOVE!"

"FINE! RONALD YOU WERE NEVER CONSIDERED MY FRIEND! I ONLY KEPT THIS FRIENDSHIP WITH YOU BECAUSE OF HARRY!" Hermione stormed away, tears rolling down her face.

The only thing Hermione didn't know was Ron's heart broke in two that day.

Of course, their friend ship mended quickly, but a hole was left there. Ron never told her, he knows she'll only pity him and stay as friends for Harry.

Hermione looked at her calendar, to her surprise, there was only one and a half of a week left before school starts. She smiled, remembering that she will get to see Harry and Ron in just three days. They always went to the Burrow for the last week of summer vacation.

She crawled into her bed, hugging her giant stuffed duck and soon, falling asleep.

Draco Malfoy was gazing at the stars again, flipping through his astrology book impatiently until finally, throwing it down beside him and just sitting on the balcony looking up at the tiny twinkling lights.

Every time he looks at the stars now, the image of a certain brunette would appear in his mind. He was suppose to hate her, she is, after all, one of his nemesis's best friends.

Granger- no, Leclaire was definitely a weird one.

Usually, he walks by and most of the girls would squeal and talk among themselves about him. Those few cases not are the book worms of Ravenclaw, and VERY few Gryffindor girls whose pride blinds them… Hermione was one of them.

Perhaps Pansy was right, perhaps she was just playing with him. Now, since Hermione became a pureblood, he can't reject her for her blood. She was definitely something, she was rich, pretty, smart, and… best friends with the Boy Who Lived. Now that he thought about it, what were the chances of Hermione not being in control of herself? Leaning in to kiss him?

There definitely was something weird going on. Hermione, the most collected, sane, person he knows, actually was near kissing the Ferret? Not very likely without a good reason.

The cold, harsh truth hit him, she was just using him. What did the Golden Trio want more than to hurt the person who tormented them for most of their life? Whose father was a well-known Death Eater, the right-hand man of Voldemort?

The most probable reason now was Pansy's… Hermione was just toying with him.

Perhaps… not. He just needed to see her again, see if she was really just playing with him.

It was only a little over a week left until school. Back to being the bastard he is, around his friends. Another mask to wear to bring pride to his father.

This is the last year in Hogwarts, then they are off to doing anything they pleased to do.

Draco walked into the room and blew out the candle, the room was enveloped in darkness once again.

"Hermione!" Harry was the first to spot her, running up to her and hugging her so tight there was little air left in her lungs.

Ron wasn't far behind. He took her into a bear hug, lingering a little longer than Harry. Pulled back and kissed her on the cheek.

"You have no idea how long it took to get through the holiday homework without you, Moine!" Harry said, his face turning into a dazzling smile.

"Oh, by the way you guys talk, it seems as if I'm only a homework slave to you!" Hermione laughed.

"Well we wish you would become our homework slave, but you give too many orders to be a slave." Ron muttered, just loud enough so they could hear.

The trio stood at the entrance of Diagon Alley, hugging and joking.

"Well Harry and I wanted to check out the Quidditch Supplies store. I don't suppose you want to join us?"

"Maybe next time, I'm going to go head over to the pets store, I need to get an owl, always waiting for Hedwig to bring the mail and asking her to send it is quite a nuisance."

"Sure, we'll meet you back here in thirty minutes?" Harry said, looking at his watch.

"Done." Hermione said, walking off in the other direction.

She opened the door of Magical Menegerie, a witch greeted her.

"Hello dearie, looking for something?"

"Oh, yes, I'm looking for an owl."

"Wonderful, they are here, to the side." The witch led her to the right, where many cages were set.

"Any particular breed you would like? Snowy owl perhaps? Really quite popular these days, even Harry Potter has one. His… large… friend bought him one here a while back and he still uses it!"

Hermione chuckled to herself, wondering how many witches bought snowy owls just because Harry had one. It was probably good business advertising that the famous Harry Potter's owl was from here.

"I don't really have a breed in mind, I'll just look around." Hermione said, walking away from the witch who looked annoyed but left to greet other customers.

She walked along the aisle, owls hooting hopefully at her. She walked through, unable to decide which to buy. She sighed, walking into another aisle, hoping that someway it will help her decide.

Looking to her side, it was no longer the birds section, instead there were many rodents. Rats, mice, rabbits, gerbils, everything. She looked around, a cage caught her eye. It held a long, white furry ferret. It looked at Hermione, and jumped closer to her.

Hermione opened the cage door, which wasn't locked since all of the animals are trained, and the ferret hopped onto her hand. She petted it, and it seemed to be rubbing its body on her.

"Well, I would have never thought you would take a liking to ferrets."

Hermione turned around, the ferret almost flying off but managed to stay in her hand.

"Dear, dear, Hermione, you mustn't kill this poor animal before you buy it."

"Well Malfoy, this ferret is cuter, more obedient and definitely smarter than the other ferret I see before me."

"Well I never knew you loved me so much, comparing me to this wonderful animal." Draco said.

"I'm sorry you are so blind to see how much I despise you." Hermione sneered, and walked to the cashier.

"Then why were you so close to kissing me that day?"

She laughed but not turning around, "Just seeing if you really are the gullible filthy Slytherin I thought you were."

"I swear that chick is becoming more and more Slytherin like each day." Draco muttered to himself and walked away, knowing for a fact now she was just playing him, testing him.

Hermione was a horrible liar, if he saw her face he would have known it was a lie. She didn't know why she was so close to kissing him. She hated the fact that it happened. If only she still had the time turner.

"I thought you went to get an owl."

"I was, but it was just so cute!" Hermione said, pouting.

Harry laughed, "Well that just shows us how ugly Malfoy is compared to a real ferret."

"Well whacha gonna name it?" Ron asked, petting the ferret who was bouncing in the cage.

"Hmmm, I think I'll name it Teivel… no Tei."

"Why Tei?" Harry asked, confused, "I think Sparky or Fluffy would suit it better."

"Oh, it just reminds me of something." Hermione said, dismissing the topic, "Let's go get our robes."

Author's Note: Well it's done. I like this chapter, a little bit of how they think. I will try to get the next chapter up soon. Which probably isn't convincing because I'm such a lazy ass. But please go REVIEW now.