Watashi ha urutora rirakkusu! Suteki no muteki na rirakkusu! (Don't know what the Japanese lyrics mean? Don't even recognize the song? Shame on you!) This is Ultra Relax from Kodomo No Omocha! And the lyrics say "I'm ultra relaxed! I'm wonderful and invincible when I'm relaxed!" Right now I am relaxed. I thought it as the best lyrics to shove into my meaningless jabber before every chapter. Personally J Lo's lyrics don't really take to me personally. (But then again anyone who doesn't say 'muteki' on a regular basis isn't considered normal for me!)

…Maybe that just shows you how weird I am. Do I ramble too much about myself and less about the story? That'd be bad… REVIEW TO TELL ME!!!

Oh by the way…I'll tell you a secret…hee hee! I don't own any rights to Harry Potter! Isn't that surprising? I know I'm sure you could have sworn I have Draco tied up behind me in a steel chair covered in duck tape. But you're wrong! Draco doesn't have duck tape all over his body! Just over his mouth! I used rope to tie down the rest of him! (Hee hee just kidding!!)

Whoa random thought… I have some songs that totally fit these charas personalities toward each other. (at least according to my story)

For Harry's thoughts on Hermione: Catch You Catch me, 1st opening theme of Card Captor Sakura

For Ron's thoughts on Harry: Tomodachi (Friends), from Escaflowne, by Maaya Sakamoto

For Hermione's thoughts on Draco: Yakusoku wa Iranai (I don't need promises) Escaflowne opening theme, by Maaya Sakamoto

For Draco's thoughts on himself and Hermione: Kaze ga Fuku Hi (Windy Day), from Escaflowne, by Maaya Sakamoto

Onto Chapter…6! (Wow I'm that far!)

GirlEnigma = JK Rowling? NO! Hee hee! I'm mysterious don't cha know! But I can tell you for sure that I don't own Harry Potter!

Hermione took his little speech better than Draco expected. He expected her to either scold him for lying or have a heart attack. And because Hermione didn't react like he had planned he felt even better that he had made the right decision to tell her the truth.

Draco slid out of his chair, stood up and started pacing. He wondered why Hermione had acted so strange when they talked. She looked like she was having a hard time catching her breath and she was actually being civil to him even though he'd always been such a jerk to her. Draco shook his head. It was stupid to think about little details. He'd done the right thing. He knew it.

Hermione rushed to her Gryffindor room as fast as her feet could take her. What was happening inside of her? She couldn't tell. Her own feelings were hid from herself.

"Hermione?" Harry gasped as she almost ran into him, "Are…Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said rushing past him.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, "Tell me what's wrong!"

Hermione stopped, feeling a little bad that she wanted to blow off Harry just this once. But instead she turned around to face him, "I… I'm just feeling a little strange today. I'm going to lay down for awhile."

"But…" Harry said desperately, "Why can't you just come out and tell me what happened?"

"…Because it's not safe for me to tell you. And I promised…" Hermione said softly, "I promised him I wouldn't tell."

"Him?" Harry asked, getting a little jealous, feeling his cheeks flare pink, "Who? You can tell me!"

"No…" Hermione said, "No! I promised him!"

"Who?!" Harry shouted.

"Malfoy!" she shouted before she could stop herself. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

"M-Malfoy?" Harry laughed, "That's a joke right?"

"No…" Hermione said weakly, "Harry, please, I need to lie down. I'm tired."

"What are you saying, Hermione?" Harry asked bewildered, "What do you care about Malfoy?"

"You didn't see him…" Hermione sighed, looking away, "I promised him and, I don't care who it is, I'm not going to break my promises."

"Fine," Harry said sulking, "Go lay down. You're giving me a headache too."

Harry left in a bad mood while Hermione stood, feeling worse than when she got here. She sighed and went to her room. She fell onto the mattress and closed her eyes.

But whenever she closed her eyes all she saw was Draco Malfoy.

Why? Why! Hermione had to know.

She opened her eyes and sighed again. She knew that this had to do with what she'd been dreading. Hermione wanted to know more about Draco Malfoy. She wanted to know what was going on. She desperately wanted to know what made her heart jump like that. It couldn't be Malfoy. It must be something he said or how he said.

'Well, if I tell you what I'm doing here would you go back to your chair?'

'And your emotions are always right there, in your eyes.'

'Because I'm sorry.'

'Just… Promise me, Hermione.'

'Hermione.'

His words echoed through her mind. She could almost see him, sitting in that chair with his eyes closed. He was right above her. She could picture every hair on his head. Foolishly she reached out to touch him but he vanished right at her fingertips.

Why was she doing this? She shook her head and closed her eyes and forced herself to picture darkness. She was sure that as soon as this mystery of Malfoy unraveled itself she'd revolt his face just as much as she always had.

Right?

Harry paced up and down the common room. He didn't understand what was going on.

Ron came in and looked puzzled as he watched Harry pace, "What's going on? Harry?"

"…Malfoy…" Harry barely mumbled, "I don't know what happened but Hermione is defending him!"

"Defending?" Ron repeated incredulously, "Don't be silly, Harry! Hermione hates him just like every one else."

"No, no," Harry shook his head; "Something's different. I saw it."

"Saw what?"

"The look in her eyes."

"And?"

"And she was looking at me and talking to me but all she could see was Malfoy! I know it! I saw it!"

"Harry…" Ron sighed, "How can you say that? You're getting all worked up for something you thought you saw in Hermione's eyes? Do you know how crazy that sounds?"

"I'm telling you Ron," Harry said, clenching his fist, "Malfoy did something."

"Don't go flying off the hook," Ron said, "Hermione knows what she's doing, if she's doing anything at all. So just let this be."

"Let it be," Harry snorted, "What good can come of that? It's Malfoy we're talking about!"

"What time is it?" Ron asked, "Blimey is that the time?!"

"Yes it's two," Harry said, "Why?"

Ron ran up to where Hermione's room was and yelled, "Her-mio-ne! It's two! Get down here!"

Hermione's eyes flew open. She had fallen asleep! She heard Ron's voice calling for her. She quickly picked herself up and ran over to a mirror. Her frizzy brown hair was even messier now and her clothes looked a little crinkled.

She quickly smoothed down her clothes. Hermione tore through her room to find the brush and started to force the brush through her hair. After a few excruciating moments her hair was smoother and knot-less.

She picked up her pack and was about to go out the door when she thought of the lip-gloss she had gotten for Christmas from her cousin. Hermione slowly put her books down and began to search for it. She found it buried under a heap of notes.

Hermione stood, hesitantly, in front of the mirror. Should she put some on?

"Her-mio-ne!" Ron called again, "Hurry up! You'll be late for your meet!"

She smoothed a little bit of the darker shaded gloss over her lips and dashed out the door.

"Coming, coming!" Hermione said running down to the common room, "Thank you, Ron!"

Ron smiled and nodded toward the door. Hermione smiled back at him and bolted out the door and tore down the hallway.

The library door was propped open and Mary was waiting, nervously, next to it. Mary seemed to brighten a lot when she saw Hermione running toward her.

"Hermione!" Mary squealed, "I was afraid you'd blow us off…"

"I wouldn't do that to you," Hermione smiled, "I was just taking a nap…and, well, I seemed to loose track of time, didn't I?"

"Quite alright!" Mary smiled, tugging her hand possessively, "Let's go sit down."

"Ok."

Draco sat in the same spot, eyes closed. Hermione wondered if he had ever bothered moving. He must have really wanted to get away from Crabbe and Goyle. Maybe she would start to believe what he said.

"Draco is sleeping," Mary said, "He really is. I heard him snore a bit."

Hermione put her books down on an empty table and leaned in close to Draco. He seemed to be breathing deep, which was a good sign someone sleeping. Hermione smiled to herself and patted his shoulder gently.

"D-- …Malfoy?" Hermione said softly, "Wake up."

Draco barely stirred. He turned his head almost a millimeter and tightened his eyelids closed.

"Mary, why don't you go find us a book to start out with?" Hermione suggested.

"Sure!" Mary said and she left the two alone.

Hermione sat down in the chair next to Malfoy and turned to face him. She gazed into his face. He looked more gentle when he was sleeping. His features were smoothed out and at ease. All the muscles in his body seemed to be relaxed.

Hermione blushed. She still didn't know what she was doing. But she reached out anyway and touched Draco's face. She smoothed her fingertips over his cool cheek.

"Draco," she said again, "It's time to start. Wake up."