Okay….now for chapter seven! I am updating really fast, I know. But I have a question. How long do you want it to be before you find out why Hermione's not talking? Like should it be in the next chapter? Or a few chapters later? Or what? Plz tell me in your reviews!

Chapter 7

(Continued as a regular story)

"Now, today we are going to make an Arma Potion," drawled Snape. "This potion shows that how much power a person, animal, or magical object posses."

There was some whispering at this, and Ron Weasley's voice came loud and clear. "I can't make that potion," he stage-whispered.

Snape spun around and walked over to him. "Why can't you make it?"

Ron looked up fearfully. "It was a joke," he said.

"No, really," said Snape. "I'm interested. Why can't you make the potion?"

Ron shrank away. "Uh…"

"Is Potion-making against your religion? Your morals? Your family name?" Snape's mouth twisted into a lopsided smirk. "In that case, you might want to leave. We don't want you soiling your family's name more than it has been already."

"Hey! That's—that's—" Ron spluttered angrily, then his anger subsided. "I can make the potion."

"If you're sure," said Snape. Ron nodded. Snape walked away and pointed at the board. "Here are the instructions-Weasley, you might want to cover your eyes-and please get to work. Here are your partners…"

Ron growled. "He has no right to treat me like this!"

"Weasley and-" Snape leaned forward. "What was that? You don't want to be paired with Lavender? I guess it's Weasley and Parkinson, then."

Ron turned red, and grabbed his bag and stomped over to Pansy, who looked equally disgusted. Hermione smiled a little bit.

"Potter and Goyle, Patil and Crabbe, Granger and Malfoy-"

Hermione sighed and picked up her stuff. Another long day, she thought unhappily.

Continued in note form

Written in the margins of a piece of parchment

Hello Malfoy.

Hello Granger. Guess you want to see how much power you have, right? Being the best witch of the year, you must expect a lot.

Shove it, Malfoy. Remember our bet.

Oh. Right.

Good. Pass the clave sprigs.

Thanks.

How much power do you think you have? Just wondering. In a nice way.

Eh. I don't know. You?

Oh, being a Malfoy, I have tons of power. It's everywhere. Even in my little pinky.

Shut up.

I was just kidding around!

Whatever. rolls eyes

Don't roll your eyes at me! I'm too powerful!

Ha ha.

Pass the pestle.

Yes, Master Malfoy.

Ha! I knew you would succumb to my awesome power sometime or another!

Someone's got a new vocab word!

Jeez, you guys. Stop flirting and get back to work!

Go away Pansy! We are not flirting!

Whatever you say. Lovebirds.

We are not lovebirds! I hate him!

Yeah! And I hate her!

Sheesh. You guys are so blind. kissy

Why I oughta—hey! Wait! Pansy, you get back here so I can pound the crap out of you!

Malfoy. She's gone. Get over yourself.

Grrr okay.

Good. Now calm down.

is calm

Now. Talk strictly about Potions. Nothing else.

Right. Potions. immerses mind in Potion-making while repeating trying to ignore a gory image of Pansy's death

MALFOY!

Right. Potions.

It's not working!

Ugh, Draco. Then let's not talk at all.

You called me Draco.

POTIONS!

I AM THINKING ABOUT FUCKING POTIONS BUT THE IMAGE OF PANSY'S DEATH KEEPS COMING TOME THEN YOU CALLED ME DRACO AND NOW I'm YELLING AND NOW I'M CONFUSED!

Um…okayyyy…backs away slowly

POTIONS!

Right.

Right.

Fine.

Fine.

FINE!

FINE!

Ughh…we're arguing about fine's and right's. Something's wrong here.

Which means it's not right.

Right.

RIGHT!

WE'RE DOING IT AGAIN!

Grrrr…we've gotta stop talking.

Okay.

Okay.

Pass the cranberries.

Stop talking!

Right.

Pass the spoon.

Written on the back of a napkin in the Great Hall, about lunch time

How was working with Malfoy?

Eh. Okay.

It was okay? That's a first.

I know. He wasn't that bad this time.

Malfoy…not that bad…weighs on scales nope can't see it!

Me neither.

Are you feeling okay?

Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine.

Are you sure?

She's smiling. She's fine.

Good. I was worried there for a sec.

Lol. I'm good. Now, plz shut up so I can eat!

Written on a napkin

So how was Hermione?

Good.

I was so jealous. You were flirting with her the entire time.

No way! Who said that?

Pansy.

And you're gonna believe her?

Um. Yeah.

Idiot.

Why?

Who told you that a basilisk was in your bed and was going to eat you and you would live in it's stomach forever if you slept in it?

Pansy…

Who told you that you were going to grow massive leeches all over your body if you ate chocolate that week?

Pansy…

Who told you that-

Okay, okay! I get the picture! But still. I looked over there, and you guys seemed to have a pretty good time…

Grrrrrr…

Ouch!

Well you deserved it!

No I didn't!

Ow!

Who's the idiot now? struts around like a star

Uh…you.

Written in the notebook with a blue cover, the Heads' common room, that night

Okay. So are you going to tell me anything about this Dylan guy or what?

NO!

Seriously, is he stalking you or something? Cuz I can stop it.

No…he's not anymore.

You mean he did?

Um. I guess.

Now we're getting somewhere!

Stop.

So is he a blond or a brunette?

Stop it. Right now.

Blond?

I mean it Draco!

You called me Draco. Again.

What's wrong with calling someone by their first name?

Nothing…I guess. It's just weird, that's all.

Why?

Hermione. We've been enemies for years. Of course it's weird!

You just called me Hermione.

Uhhh…slip of tongue.

Rightttttt.

I was just trying it out!

Okay then.

Okay.

I'm gonna go get some sleep…didn't get much the night before.

Okay…good night Hermione.

Good night Draco.

Written in Draco's black and white composition notebook after Hermione left

Wow…what is wrong with me? Am I going crazy? I'm calling Granger Hermione! It's like I've gone insane! I've gone Blaise! I really got to stop myself. This isn't going well.

But who is Dylan? Why was he stalking her? Was he her boyfriend? Is he STILL her boyfriend?

Argh, what am I doing? I am going Blaise again! Blaise, if you're in my head, get out. Right now! This is scaring me!

Hermione's dream that night

So Dylan was following me, right? Now…it was even worse. He would come in my room to wake me up in the morning, and come in my room at night to watch me fall asleep. He would be there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Anything and everything. I was now really starting to get scared. And I think I was finding out why he was moving so much.

So now what was I going to do? Dylan definitely had a problem…a BIG one. With me. I couldn't just break up with him. What would he do? Scary thought. No, no, no, no, I thought. I think I'll just ask him for my space. Like ask him NOT to come to every meal and come to my bed in the morning. That should work. Definitely.

Nothing could go wrong.

Right?

…

Dun dun dun…suspense!