Author Note: okay, i know that is has been a really really, long while since i updated, and i hope that some people still read this story... i will however be posting two chapters right away to make up for it.

Chapter IV - Hermione's point of veiw.

Malfoy was right, ron was approaching.

Aw, and he brought me toast. that's so typical and sweet of him.

I could feel the other boy in the library, the one who was less sweet, smirking, that little fink.

Temper, temper, granger.

Shut up, Malfoy. this is all your fault.

How is this my fault?

It just is. I don't know how but it is.

Oh yes, Grangerm being tied to you, being able to hear you thoughts, feel you with out having to touch you, see you with out having to see you is just the effect I wanted.

That would actually be very romantic and sweet if he hadn't used the tone that he did. The one that was dripping with sarcasm and disdain.

Really, Granger? You think I'm romantic?

He was smirking!

Argh, damn him! Damn him to hell! This whole trip to the library was a total waste and all because of him! Oh! when I get my hands on whoever did this they will regret the day he did!

Nice threat, granger, very bone chilling

There had to be a way to block his thoughts, but at this moment nothing was working so instead on focusing on him I decided to pay attention to Ron, my boyfriend, who had just taken the seat acorss from me blocking my veiw of the smirking Slytherin.

Oh, this should be amusing.

I fought to control my temper.

"What's wrong, hermione?" Ron asked me, his voice sounded concerned.

"Wrong?" I asked, "Nothing's wrong."

Oh damn! my voice was kind of high.

Try really high.

Malfoy! stay out my my head!

Come on granger, I want to see how the mighty good girl Gryffindor prefect gets turned on, does the Weasel read exerpts from 'Hogwarts, a History' perhaps?

Stay out of my head, Malfoy, or the next time you're with one of your whores I will read from a muggle dictionary.

That did it.

I sensed him snicker before he immersed him self in something, and I knew he wasn't listening in on any of my conversations, wether they may be with Ron or with myself. So I turned my attentions back to Ron who was talking about something that sounded like quidditch.

Suddenly he spotted Malfoy who had apprently decided to leave the library.

"Thank melin, that git's leaving." I heard ron mumble.

I smiled.

"i know! Thank God." i agreed. For more ways than one. I hoped more than anything that the whatever the hell was going on it would wane if me and Malfoy were apart. i chanced a look on my watch. "Oh, and we have to leave too! We've only got ten minutes to care of magical creatures."

"well, what are we waiting for?" Ron asked as he took my hand and laced his fingers through mine. "let's get going."

It was ODD.

Ron's done that a million times already, especially since we've been together, it used to feel normal, natural, and now it just really feels...like he's trapping my hand. Like he's not going to give it back. God, even the explanation in my heads seems completely... off.

Off! there's the word, suddenly everything is just feeling off.

I tried to reassure myself by staring into Ronald weasley's, my boyfriend's eyes, i love his eyes, usually, they are the sweetest pools of hazel an they're so warm and... boring. boring. boring. boring. boring.

Wha-at?

Since when did i find them boring?

When you look into them there's no challenge, Hermione, a nasty little voice (that I wanted to kill and throw of a cliff.) said. You look into them and you know what he's thinking, You know he'll do whatever you want him to, no challenge and you have always liked challeges, just like those adorable silvery gray eyes that Malfo-

Wha-at?

Malfoy? i'm attracted to Malfoy? since when?

Oh God, but I do know what that fink is thinking.

That is not the point, the traitorous little voice persisted, he is a challenge.

Yeah. A challenge to get along with.

damn.

I cleared my thoughts and then tried to think of Malfoy. All of sudden, I couldn't get him out of my head. I found myself comparing Ron's hair to his, and Ron's skin where our hands were still classped, and Ron's height, and everything.

What on Earth is happening to me?

Damn my inner monologue!

I didn't even know I had an inner monologue until today.

"So what do you think, mione?" Ron asked me.

Oh, God, what had he been saying?

I stared at him. He had been talking all this time? What on earth? He was looking at me expectantly and i had absolutely no idea what he had been saying. How could I have missed it?

"um, could you repeat that?" I asked.

Ron looked at me strangly and I really don't blame him, usually, I'm very attentive, bordering on anal retentive actually, but right now, I had been completely lost in my thoughts that I had missed everything he had said.

Damn that stupid ferret! DAMN HIM AND THAT SEXY SMIRK OF HIS TO HELL!

Ack!

Sexy smirk?

Annoying smirk! i meant annoying!

ANNOYING!

"Hermione?"

My thoughts snapped back to Ron. Oh, God how come I not concentrate on anything?

"hermione, are you sure that you are quite alright?"

"Just fine,"

"You seem a little out of it." Ron, my wonderful consitderate, incredibly lovable, aborable and perfect boyfriend told me. My initial reaction to this was all joy and happiness knowing that he cared for me. Maybe I was cured! Maybe my love for him has broken throuhg this horrible, horrible curse.

One part of my brain registered that, ther other found him clingy and invading. I could not stop my self from wondering if Malfoy was this clingy or if Malfoy would know if i was not alright. Well of course he would know considering he would hear everything-

Maybe not.

Well, it was a strech anyway.

I have to get out of here. Going to class in this condition would be academic suicide.

"Actually, no, Ron I feel really horrible, could you just tell Hagrid I had a relapse?" I said rubbing my temple, it was not play-acting, my head really was throbing. "Please?"

Ron nodded.

"Of course, 'Mione." He said he kissed my lightly on the lips. "You just go up to the hospital wing until you feel better. I'll bring up all your homework."

"Thanks." I said smilling weakly.

As I was walking away the only thing Icould think of was that if it was Malfoy who was kissing me, it would be a lot more passionate than that boring old peck on the lips Ron had given me.

oh, FUCK, What is happening to me?

AN:okay, i really owe you guys so i'll try to update the rest of the chapters i have typed up as fast as i possibly can. school's out for the summer so i have some spare time. :)