Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, even if in this case I think that I should say that I don't own Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.

A/N: Well, I knew that this story wasn't a great one, but I'm determinate to upload all the chapters that I wrote, so sorry, but the torture will go on. Anyway when I made it read to my friend she kept on laughing, but I don't know if it is as funny as I meant it to write because my friend laughs even for really stupid things. Well, hope you'll enjoy the chapter, I liked to write it.

To Halo of Darkness: Thanks a lot for beta-reading my chapter, especially for fixing the dialogue's problems.

Monday

"Hermione, what are you looking at?" asked Ron, following her gaze as he sat next to her in the Great Hall, "If I didn't know you better, I would almost say that you are looking at Crabbe," Ron laughed.

Hermione smiled mischievously. "Oh, Ron, sometimes you are really silly," she retorted, taking her eyes away from Crabbe and writing something on her parchment.

"What are you looking at, then?" asked Harry, absentmindedly.

"Nothing, I'm thinking," she lied.

"And what are you writing?" asked Ron, looking over her shoulder.

"Homework," Hermione said, covering it with her arm.

"What kind of-"

"Ancient Runes," Hermione cut him off, "You don't need to copy this, Ron," she said sharply.

Ron snorted and helped himself to some eggs.

"What classes do you have today?" Harry asked her, sipping his pumpkin juice.

"Arithmancy and Potions," the girl replied, once again writing something on her parchment.

"Hey, wait a moment," said Ron with his mouth full of eggs, "You don't have Ancient Runes, so why are you doing the homework then?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Ron, I'm not like you. I usually do my homework as soon as possible. Especially in these days, because I've so many thi-"

"So many things to do as Head Girl," Ron and Harry finished for her.

"Ha, ha, very funny indeed," said Hermione, sarcastically, "How is the quest for the you-know-what going?" she asked, lowering her voice.

"You mean the Horcruxes?" asked Harry aloud.

"Yeah, that," Hermione sighed, "Don't you think that a little more secrecy would be better?"

"Why? Nobody knows what the Horcruxes are," Ron remarked as he bit into an apple.

"Oh, well," snapped Hermione, "How is the quest for the Horcruxes going?" she asked so loud that some little First Year girls passing by looked at her.

Both Ron and Harry looked at her, "Well," started Harry, "not very well, actually. If you could help us a little bit more, it would be better because we are having trouble trying to find out what the 5th Horcrux is."

"Help you a little bit more?" asked Hermione calmly, "What am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know; read something that will help us?" asked Harry, smiling weakly.

Hermione looked at him and smiled. "Listen Harry, I'm sorry if I'm not a big help for you right now. The problem is that I've so many things to do. Let this week pass and then I swear that after next Monday, I'll do whatever I can to help you." Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Why starting next Monday?" asked Ron, suspiciously.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Because this week I've something to do."

"Let me guess what it is. Head Girl's Duties?"

"Exactly," she lied for the second time. She looked once again at Crabbe but he was eating. For about the next half hour, he kept on devouring everything he found on the table. For the first day, Hermione had chosen to observe her prey and write down everything he did. Until that very moment, all he had done was eat. She yawned and looked up and down the Slytherin table, searching for Malfoy.

Draco was sitting between Goyle and Zabini. In front of him, Pansy Parkinson was trying, unsuccessfully, to catch his attention. He was staring towards the Ravenclaw table at a small blonde girl with her wand stuck behind her ear. All Luna did was sit in the Great Hall, eat some eggs and read a copy of 'The Quibbler' upside down, as usual.

"Drakey, are you ok?" asked Pansy in a very annoying tone.

Draco looked at her. "Pansy, I heard that Millicent was looking for you," he said, moving his scrambled eggs around his plate with his fork.

"Really?" she asked, without interest.

"Yeah, she had something to show you," he said looking intently at her, "Something about Viktor Krum," he added, lowering his voice.

Pansy widened her eyes and jumped to her feet. "Oh, well, I think that I should find her, then, I don't want her to search for me all over the castle for nothing – where was she?"

Draco had to think of something quickly. "In the Seventh Floor," he answered, trying to remember if that was the most distant place from the Great Hall.

"Oh, I should run, then," she said, walking out of the door quickly.

Draco smirked. "Silly girl."

"What?" asked Zabini, quietly.

"Nothing," Draco replied as he looked back at the Ravenclaw table, "Where is she?" he asked, alarmed.

"Who? Pansy? You just sent her to look for Millicent on the-"

"Not her," snapped Draco. Luna Lovegood was not there anymore. She had followed a group of Ravenclaws outside the door of the Great Hall.

Draco jumped to his feet. "See you later," he said to his friends. As Draco passed in front of the Gryffindor table, he spotted Hermione who was looking at something intently. He followed her gaze and saw that she was looking at Crabbe.

'Damn it, Granger,' the Slytherin thought, 'It's easy to keep your eyes on Crabbe; when he is not in classes or he is not sleeping, he is eating. But where the hell is that Ravenclaw girl?'

Draco didn't have classes until ten o'clock. He would have used all his free time to try to find Luna and to follow her everywhere she went. The thought that Hermione had Arithmancy that morning made him feel much better. He climbed the stairs for the second floor, trying to think what kind of classes someone like Luna would have taken. Finally, he spotted her right in front of a girls' bathroom, all alone.

"What are you doing here, Drakey?" asked a girl, taking his arm.

"Get off me, Pansy," he said rudely, freeing himself.

"You know, Millicent said that she wasn't looking for me and that she didn't have anything about Krum," Pansy said, looking at him.

"Well, maybe I was wrong," Draco snapped, still looking at Luna.

"Drakey, why don't you look at me while I'm talking to you?" she asked, stepping in front of him and blocking his view.

Draco snorted. "Pansy, don't you have any classes?"

"Actually, I have Divination, but I don't want to go," she said, playing with Draco's tie.

"I think that you should go," he said, trying to look over her shoulder.

"Why? I prefer to stay here with you," Pansy said, smiling.

"That's exactly why you should go," Draco sighed.

"What do you mean?" she asked, not understanding if it was a positive or negative thing.

"I mean that your instruction is very important and you should not miss such an important class as Divination," he said, taking her by her shoulders and looking into her eyes.

"Oh, Drakey," Pansy said, with a twinkle in her eye, "You are so nice and so cute when-"

"Yeah, yeah," Draco replied, pulling her out of his way, "Now you better go." He turned towards the girls' bathroom again, but Luna had disappeared.

"That damn Pansy," he mumbled.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" asked Blaise Zabini as he appeared next to him.

"She is always in my way," he answered, shaking his head.

"Who? Pansy?" asked Goyle, who approached them with Crabbe in tow.

"Yeah," Draco said. He then became aware of a foreign presence and looked behind them. Hermione was leaning against the wall some feet from them.

"Don't you have Herbology now?" Draco asked his friends. They all snorted as they walked past him and stormed out of the corridor. Draco stepped towards Hermione. "How are you doing?" he asked, leaning next to her on the wall.

"I'm fine. What about you?" she asked, putting away the piece of parchment on which she had taken notes about Crabbe during breakfast.

"Don't you have Arithmancy this morning?"

"Yeah," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"You better hurry up, then," he said, smiling mischievously, "I'm sorry that you cannot follow your love everywhere."

"He has Herbology and don't call him that," she said, glaring at Draco, "Anyway, what are you trying to do with Luna? It seems like you cannot even chase her," she let a small laugh escape.

"Very funny," he said sharply, "It's all Pansy's fault, I don't how she does it, but she is always a step ahead of me. She always knows where I am and what I'm doing. And she ruins everything every time."

Hermione laughed again, "I will have to thank her, then. Oh, well I have to go. See you in Potions." She stormed towards Arithmancy classroom.

"Mr Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

Draco turned to face Professor McGonagall who was standing right in front of him with her hands on her waist. "Nothing, Headmistress," he said seriously.

"Don't you have anything to do this morning?"

"I have Potions at 10 a.m."

"Very well, I think that Professor Slughorn will be glad if you won't be late for just one time," she said firmly.

"I won't," he said then he suddenly realized something, "Um, Professor McGonagall?"

She looked at him, "Yes?"

"I-I was wondering if I could have – a student asked me if I could have get from you another timetable because – well – she had lost hers," he asked hopefully.

"And why this student didn't come here to ask by herself?" she asked suspiciously.

Draco suddenly became interested in his hands. "Well because – she – well-"

"Who is this student?"

"L-Luna Lovegood," stammered Draco.

Professor McGonagall sighed. "Alright then. I can imagine why she didn't come by herself."

"Really?" asked Draco, "I-I mean, of course you do. Well, she is a little bit odd, isn't she?"

"She is particular," said Professor McGonagall, resolved, "Follow me, Mr. Malfoy." Draco followed her until the Gargoyle Statue that led to her office. "Wait here," she told him. She entered her office and five minutes later, she was back with a timetable with the name of Luna Lovegood on it. "Here you are," the teacher said, looking at him, "I was thinking, Mr. Malfoy, that is strange that Miss. Lovegood asked you to get her timetable. Isn't she friends with Miss. Granger?"

Draco gulped. "Well, you know she is strange, I don't know what-"

Professor McGonagall waved her hand in front of him. "Okay, I understand. Now I should go. Don't be late for Potions, Mr. Malfoy," she reminded, walking past him.

"I won't," he said, looking down on the timetable, "Who's the most intelligent now, Miss. Granger?" Draco asked himself, laughing so hard that he caused a group of Hufflepuffs to stop and look at him strangely. "What?" he snapped at them, before looking down again at the timetable. 'Shit,' he thought, while he was checking all her subjects. That day she had a couple of hours of Charms, then nothing until that afternoon when she had Divination and Potions; exactly the opposite of his timetable, and so on all week.

Draco had a terrible feeling. Hermione knew perfectly well what he had every day and she was Luna's friend, so she must have known her timetable as well. He tried to think about what classes Crabbe had, but he stopped right after Wednesday because all his classes matched perfectly with Hermione's classes. When he was in class, she was in class too, and when he had some spare time, she had some as well. That couldn't be pure luck, the blonde was sure of it. He decided to wait for Hermione to walk out of the Arithmancy classroom, even if there was still an hour and forty-five minutes to go before that.

Draco sat down with his back on the wall and took out his Potions book, trying to read something. However, he couldn't concentrate because he only had one thought on his mind: Hermione Granger had fooled him.

When the door of the Arithmancy classroom finally opened, the first girl to exit was Hermione. Draco jumped to his feet and took her by her arm.

"What the – Malfoy?" she asked, looking at him with a puzzled look on her face.

"I have to talk to you," he said, letting her go. A couple of Ravenclaw girls passed by and giggled while looking at them. Draco glared at them. "Head duties," he said in a loud voice so they could hear him.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well?"

"Let's walk to the Potions classroom," he said, stepping towards the stairs, "Do you think that you are really so smart?" he asked her sharply.

"What do you mean?" she asked, bemused.

"Look at this," he said, placing Luna's timetable into her hands.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, looking at him, "You didn't steal it, did you?"

Draco snorted. "I'm much too intelligent to stealing a timetable. No, McGonagall gave it to me."

Hermione sighed. "What should I look at?"

"Look at her classes," he said, pointing at the little squares with his finger.

"Oh, my God," she said, putting a hand on her mouth in a very melodramatic gesture.

"Yeah, in fact-"

"I can't believe that she took Divination this year, too," she said, smiling.

"Yeah – what?" Draco stopped, "No, no, no. You have to look at her classes."

"It's what I'm doing," Hermione replied, sighing.

"Well, do you need to see my timetable, too?" he asked, searching between his books.

Hermione waved a hand in front of him. "No, wait – oh yeah of course. Do you mean that Luna's timetable and yours don't match very well?"

"Don't match very well? We don't have anything in common. When she has a lesson, I've nothing to do, and when I'm in class, she is not. You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Hermione smiled. "I didn't! How could I?"

Draco glared at her. "And the fact that you have classes at the same time of Crabbe is just lucky, right?"

"Do I really? I mean, what are you talking about? You chose Crabbe for me," she protested. They climbed down the stairs and reached the dungeons.

"How can you be so lucky then?" he asked, suspiciously.

"I don't know," she said giggling, "And that's really funny."

Draco snorted. "I hate you," he hissed, causing Hermione to giggle even louder.

"Hermione," someone called her name from behind her. She jerked her head around and looked at Harry and Ron who were running in her direction. Draco automatically walked quickly to the other side of the corridor and glared at them.

"Hermione, what are you doing here – with Malfoy?" asked Ron, horrified.

"Nothing, Ron," she said nonchalantly, "I met him here. You do remember that we have Potions class together?"

"Seriously, Hermione, how can I forget that I have to spend two hours with Malfoy?" he said aloud.

Draco glared at him. "Can I remind you that I'm Head Boy, Weasley?"

"Oh, yeah, of course, and what will you do then? Give me a punishment?" asked Ron, laughing.

"How dare you?" he yelled, taking out his wand and pointing it at Ron.

Hermione quickly stepped in front of him. "Malfoy, as you have just said you are Head Boy and you shouldn't do things like that," she said with Draco's wand pointed at her throat.

"Get away, Granger," hissed Draco.

"No," she said, firmly. Draco snorted and slowly put down his wand. Ron, who was standing behind Hermione, started to grimace at Draco, but stopped when Harry elbowed him in his ribs.

"You were lucky that Granger was there to protect you," murmured Draco to Ron when he passed by to get into the Potions classroom. Ron felt the urge to punch him in the nose, but at that very moment, Slughorn arrived and started to talk about poisons.

As soon as Slughorn dismissed the class, Draco hurried out of the classroom and headed for the Great Hall. Lunch was one of the few moments when he could have seen Luna, and all he wanted to do was to eat quickly and wait for her to come. Unluckily, he was just sitting down when Pansy materialised in front of him. "Drakey? How are you?" she asked, sitting right in front of him and obscuring his view for the second time that morning.

"No, Pansy, that seat is taken," he said, taking her hand and pulling her to his right.

"Taken? I don't see any names on it," she protested.

"Well, my leg hurts me and I have to stretch it under the table," he lied, kicking Pansy's feet.

"Oh poor Drakey," she said rubbing her feet, "Do you want me to give you a massage?"

Draco smirked. "If you really insist," he said, thinking that that would have kept her occupied for a while. She started to rub his leg while Draco helped himself to some meat and mashed potatoes. Sometimes, he glanced at the Ravenclaw table and sometimes at the door.

After a quarter of an hour, the Great Hall was filled with people, but Luna was not there yet. "Where the hell is she?" Draco asked himself.

"I'm here," answered Pansy, emerging from underneath the table, "How is you leg doing? Better?"

"What the hell are you – oh my leg, of course – yeah it feels better, Pansy," he said, trying to sound convincing.

Pansy smiled and started to talk about how bad looking Lavender Brown was. Draco had to do his best to ignore her chats and concentrate on the Ravenclaw table once again. 'Where the hell is she?' he thought once more, being careful to not accidentally say it aloud.

At that very moment, Luna entered the Great Hall. She walked slowly and looked around herself with her usual dreamy look. She sat down next to Padma Patil and helped herself to mashed potatoes. It took her almost an hour to eat all she had in her plate, and by the end, it was already time for her Divination class. That afternoon, Draco wasn't able to do anything, while Hermione could have tailed Crabbe everywhere.

As Luna walked out of the Great Hall, he looked at Hermione who was laughing with Ginny Weasley.

"Drakey," Pansy waved a hand in front of him, "You know that this afternoon I have nothing to do? We can spend some time together, what do you-"

"No!" exclaimed Draco cutting her off, "I mean, I can't, you know-"

"Head Boy's duties?" she asked, suspiciously.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll be in the Slytherin Common room, if you want to join me," she said, walking out of the Great Hall.

Draco took a mental note not to go in the Common Room until that very night. He then turned towards Crabbe and Goyle and noticed that they were still eating. 'Tsk, if Hermione wants to win Crabbe's heart, all she has to do is offer him something to eat,' he thought.

"What are you going to do this afternoon?" Draco asked them, nonchalantly.

They shrugged their shoulders. "No idea," said Crabbe.

"I think that we will follow you, wherever you will go," added Goyle.

Draco snorted; they followed him every day. "Ok, I think that I'll go to the Library. I have to study," he said, standing up. Crabbe and Goyle stood too and made their way towards the door of the Great Hall, pulling a group of first-year Hufflepuffs. They climbed the stairs until the Fourth Floor. Draco was sure that Hermione was following them, but he was also sure that she had to study for at least six hours that afternoon, since that morning she hadn't had the time.

When they sat down at a big table near the Restricted Section, Draco spotted Hermione sitting a couple of tables away from them.

"Hey, Malfoy, that Mudblood never stops to follow you," said Goyle, nodding towards her.

"Yeah," said Draco, absentmindedly.

Hermione got up and passed by them smiling widely at Crabbe, who looked at her with a dumb expression. Well, with his usual expression. Then she disappeared behind a shelf.

"I need a book," said Draco, getting up and walking to where Hermione was.

"You are making it even much too easy for me," she said, with a book in her hand.

"Really?"

"You brought him into the Library, my home," she said, smiling.

"Aren't you asking yourself why I brought him here?"

Hermione's smile faded away. "What do you mean?"

"As long as I keep him occupied, you will never know what he really likes," he said, smirking evilly.

"Oh, and that's your plan?" she asked coolly, "If you want to know what I think, it's pretty stupid. Anyway I'd better go and do my Ancient Runes homework." Hermione smiled to Crabbe again when she passed by their table. When Draco emerged from behind the shelves, his face was of an unkindly green.

They spent all the afternoon in the Library. Draco and Hermione were studying while Crabbe and Goyle were playing with some Chocolate Frog trading cards. Hermione wrote down on her parchment that Crabbe liked Chocolate Frogs, then she crossed it out; she had already written that Crabbe liked to eat whatever he found in his way. Hermione kept smiling at Crabbe for the whole day and, even at dinner, she didn't take her eyes off him.

She saw, with great happiness, that Luna arrived late at dinner and that she left after a while with a group of sixth-years. Hermione decided to go to bed early that night because she had studied all afternoon and because she had to spend some time by herself thinking about what to do the next day. 'Luckily I will be able to talk to him,' she thought, placing her head on the pillow, 'I'm going to win, Malfoy. I'm too smart for you; you didn't even get the chance to follow her.'

She closed her eyes and when, a couple of hours later, Lavender and Parvati entered the girls' dorm, they found her sound asleep and with a vague smile on her face.