Quintessence

(A/N: Sooo, we'll find out who fancies who this time! And I hope you guys like it! Please stick with me. It's my first story!)

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Ch3 Fancying

It was the first week of term, classes dragging on and on until they couldn't last any longer.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in DADA one Thursday at a table. Harry was looking at Hermione, and Ron noticed.

"Hey mate," Ron whispered, looking at the new teacher Miss Raleigh, "What's up with you? Every time you see Hermione, its like the rest of the world isn't here." He waved a hand in front of him, "Haaaary, wake up and pay attention," Ron said louder this time, "Harry!" he yelled and everyone turned to look at him. Ron sunk low in his chair and blushed deeply. Harry woke up out of his trance.

"What's up mate? And what's with the screaming?" Harry asked looking at Ron sinking lower and lower in his chair.

"What is up with me, mate? You're the one looking at Hermione like she's the Queen of England. Get a hold of yourself."

"I wasn't staring at her, I was staring at Miss Raleigh," he said blushing madly.

"Yea, sure mate." Ron thought for a moment. "I can be so dense sometimes, you fancy Hermione! How could I not have noticed. How long?" Ron said hitting Harry on the back.

"Ron, ssshhh! I don't want anyone to know, I'm waiting for the Halloween dance to ask her. Now can you shut your trap 'till then?"

"Sure 'Arry, as long as you promise me one thing; stop staring into bloody space, people are going to think you've gone mental!"

"Sure, sure Ron, whatever." And he started copying notes. He looked at Ron. "Who's staring now, Ron?"

"...", he opened his mouth, then was quickly interrupted.

"Ok, class, I would like a copy of those notes and a ½ scroll of parchment on

counter curses and why they're useful." Miss Raleigh said, "Dismissed."

"Bloody hell, any more classes and I will seriously hurl!"

"Oh shove off Ron, it wasn't that bad. I'll see you guys later," she said waving to them as she walked to her secluded room.

"What's up with her, eh Harry?" He asked, then looked at...you guessed it...once again staring friend. "Oh bloody hell Harry, give it up, she obviously doesn't know"

"Hmm?." He said looking dreamily where Hermione once stood.

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Hermione was walking cheerfully until she came to her room and remembered who was in it. 'Oh gosh, here we go'

She took a deep breath, put on an angry face, said the password, and stepped inside.

She saw Malfoy lounging on the love seat with his feet up deep in thought.

She walked by slowly, trying to make it to her room before he noticed.

"Oi, Granger, I was wondering...umm, never mind" He went back into thought, his icy blue eyes flickering with an emotion Hermione didn't recognize.

"What do you want Malfoy," she took in a deep breath, " I need to get started on homework."

"Nothing mudblood, go on, nobody needs you," he sneered but soon stopped as another wave of thought came over him.

'Should I tell her...nah, she'll probably laugh at me'

"Ok, Malfoy, but from now on no interruptions during homework." She replied walking up the stairs.

"Mhhmm" Was all he said.

She left, wondering what the hell he was thinking. Her eyes bulged 'It can't be that, can it?'

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Hermione emerged from her room later that Friday night with her hair up in a messy bun. She was wearing short white pajama shorts and a blue beater. She had blue slippers on.

She walked into the common room and saw that Malfoy was on one of the love seats with nothing on but plaid pajama pants.

He looked up and smirked. "Isn't that a little too naughty for miss-know-it-all Granger to wear?", he said looking her up and down.

"You shouldn't be talking Malfoy, strutting around like your Slytherin King self"

'I don't mind...

'OH LORD!..What am I thinking?'

'He looks very fine with just his pants'

'Eeww Hermione, don't think that, just look away'

She drew in a breath and walked to the OTHER side of the room, sat down, and picked up a book.

Malfoy looked up a few minutes later to find Hermione indulged in a book. 'As always' he thought.

Hermione looked up and saw Draco deep in thought. 'What is he thinking about? I'm gonna find out soon enough, might as well ask questions'

"Hey Malfoy, you seem...umm...sad. What's wrong?" she asked with some concern in her voice.

"What's it to you, gonna go blab it to Pot-head so he can tell the world?" He asked getting annoyed.

"N-n-no, I was just wondering." she said stuttering, " Whatever, I shouldn't have asked. I knew you'd be like this. Things never change" She replied, blowing out breath to move her hair out of her face.

"Well, mudblood, if you must know, I was thinking of ways to taunt you, Pothead and Weaselbee tomorrow. Does that sound enticing?" He replied smirking as he stood up. He walked over to the book shelves, picked up a book, and began to read.

Hermione laughed. She had never seen Draco read without a reason.

He looked up at the sound of her laughter. "What?" he asked with a quizzical look.

She put on a straight face, "Nothing, I've just never seen the almighty Malfoy read without a reason."

"Whatever Granger. I don't need comments from the peanut gallery right now."

She then noticed him stare into the book, but he wasn't reading. 'What is he thinking about'

Draco then thought, 'I'm going to tell her...someday. Get a hold of yourself Draco, tell her.'

"Granger...umm...", he stopped, "Never mind, sorry."

'Sorry? Wow, he apologized for something, but for what? Is he thinking...no, oh my god, is he?'

(A/N: Cliffy! Hope ya like. Please Review! Next chapter you might find out what he's thinking, or maybe not. Some more about harry fancying Hermione, then...the THOUGHT! Anyways, stick around.)