A/N: For those of you who are also waiting for updates on "Friday Night Dinners," I'm halfway through Chapter 6. I swear.

"Harry," Hermione called out later on that day as she ran to catch up to her friend.

He waited patiently. "I suspect you have something very pressing to ask me."

"You're very perceptive," Hermione replied, smiling.

"Thanks. I try."

"I'm sure. Look, yesterday you seemed afraid of someone…? In the hallway, and then you ran off."

Harry stared at her. "It was nothing."

"That wasn't very convincing."

"I never said I was a good actor."

"Who is it Harry?"

Harry sighed deeply. "Must I tell you?"

"You must," Hermione replied, nodding furtively.

"Seamus has been making some very…disturbing advances."

"Advances?" Hermione asked, looking sideways at her friend and raising her eyebrow.

"Yes, I-" Harry began, but then darted away into the crowd. Hermione didn't need to look over her shoulder to know that Seamus was there.

Later that day…. (Somewhere around lunchtime, I would say)

"You know Granger, this whole thing with that Irish boy and Potter is rather amusing," Malfoy mumbled through a mouthful of food.

Hermione looked at him. She knew he'd been tailing her all day, not by choice, of course, but she was prone to forgetting he was there. "Do all boys have terrible table manners?"

"Only when the company doesn't require courtesy."

"That hurts, really it does," Hermione replied, and he shook his head at her.

"Back to the original topic…."

"It is amusing, actually, but you should see the look Harry gets on his face every time he sees Seamus. It's so pathetic," Hermione said, trying to sound sympathetic. But she was soon laughing too hard to sound at all sorry for Harry's predicament.

And then, soon after Malfoy had joined in, the Great Hall fell silent and turned to stare and Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger in absolute hysterics. Together.

"Hermione…" Harry began once he'd finally found Hermione later that evening.

"Hmmmm?" She asked, looking up. She closed her book as Harry sat down, knowing there was clearly something fairly important he wanted to talk about.

"Malfoy is where?"

"Oh, um…." Hermione peered around one of the shelves in the library. "A couple rows over. He can't hear anything."

"Well," Harry cleared his throat.

"Is this about Seamus, Harry?" Hermione asked, sounding very motherly. She wanted to laugh as she watched his face turn a sickly shade of white at the mention of the other boy's name.

"No," Harry said slowly, clearing his throat once again.

"Well….?"

"It's about Malfoy. Are you….With him?"

"I'm sorry!" Hermione sputtered.

"After only one day?" Malfoy asked as he walked up to the table. "No, no….By the end of the week, maybe," he said, looking at Harry and smirking.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, outraged.

"Are you really that dense, Potter?" Malfoy responded, rolling his eyes.

"I'll get you-" Harry began, but was quickly cut off by Hermione.

"I need PEZ!" She exclaimed suddenly, looking from one boy to the other, before darting out of the library.

"PEZ?" Both boys asked in unison.

"Are PEZ blue?" Malfoy questioned, but Harry was already running after Hermione.