Hermione picked up her satchel and sighed. The last thing she remembered was drinking the foul potion, and now she'd already lost house points! Well the bright side was Malfoy had too. She glanced up and caught Zambini grinning at her. What was with him?

Her next class was Muggle Studies and as she headed off to it, Zambini caught up with her.

'Why hello Granger.' He smirked. 'That was an interesting side effect of the potion.'

'What?' She snapped. 'Go away, why are you even talking to me?'

'You and Draco seemed to be getting on quite well. He even sat by you. What did you talk to him about earlier on?'

'Nothing! Shut up Zambini, it is none of your business and I didn't appreciate your note either!' The dark-haired boy smirked and handed her something else. As he walked off up the hallway she unfolded the piece of paper and froze at the sight of her name written in script, with green ink…

-

'Why are you following me Weasley?' Draco sighed as he spun around to face the red-haired idiot. 'Go away.'

'Wow, insulting remarks today.' Potter grinned, or smirked, or whatever those idiots called it. Draco felt a headache coming on. He couldn't be bothered with this today.

'What did you do to Hermione?' Weasley demanded. Draco stared blankly at him; what?!

'Nothing; why?' He finally managed to say after gaping at them. Were they jealous or something? Why? He had seen Granger hug Potter at breakfast.

'She's acting strange. She even sat by you. Are you blackmailing her?' Weasley continued with a look that could kill. Draco smirked and remembered what she had said: You owe me Malfoy; I better not see you in there again.

'No Weasley, I am not blackmailing her. I could if you'd like?' The two idiots shot him baffled looks that quickly changed to ones of horror, and he checked his wind-up watch to see he was going to be late if he didn't hurry. He smirked at the two and set off to Divination; thankfully not with the Gryffindors.

-

I think Draco likes you…

She tilted her head up as their lips met and a shiver ran down her spine. A strand of his blonde hair tickled her face, and laughing, she drew back and pushed it out of his eyes. She stared into their unfathomable depths and was consumed entirely by the look of longing in his eyes. He was the only one for her. She could love no other.

Hermione crumpled the piece of paper up and realised what was happening. They, the Slytherins, were trying to drive her insane. Maybe she ought to learn Occlumency? She realised what the time was and set off for the Muggle Studies classroom. She sat near the front and got out her quills and parchment. Zambini was rolling his eyes at her so she glared at him. Neville came in through the door looking flustered, and sat by her.

'Today we will be learning about a lovely Muggle Invention called the telephone. It is how muggles keep in contact with each other, from anywhere in the world…' Hermione began to take notes but her mind drifted off. A horrific thought struck her… was she falling in love with Malfoy? It couldn't be!!!

His face flashed in her mind with the characteristic smirk… and then was replaced with her… with blue eyes. Bizarre! She began to draw pictures on her parchment without noticing, and continued until Neville poked her in the arm to catch her attention. She glanced down at her paper and immediately snatched it from Neville's view. Oh no.

All over her page she had been drawing initials and hearts. Hearts! She stood up so quickly her chair fell over, and raised her shaking hand.

'May I go to the Infirmary?' She asked with a slight quaver in her voice. The Professor nodded and she bolted from the classroom, barely remembering to pick up her satchel.

Hermione flopped onto her bed and closed her eyes briefly for a moment. She'd managed to convince Madam Pomfery to let her spend the remainder of the day in her dormitory, to calm down. She tugged out her hair-tie and shook out her long hair. It was so unruly!! She rolled onto her side and felt her eyes grow heavy… her head swam with bizarre visions; Malfoy's prefect badge, her with blue eyes, and laughter, always laughter…

She lent into him and sighed happily.

'What can we do?' He asked calmly. 'I can't control it.'

'There has to be some book.' She protested. He chuckled softly and rested his chin on her head.

'This is not a common occurrence.' Draco wrapped his arms around her. 'I think I'm the only one, and every morning you're going to find me near you.'

'Isn't there a potion?'

'No. The only cure is if we're together. We are, mind you, but I mean really together. I mean marriage and a life together. Here at Hogwarts we're still apart.'

'But why does it happen in the first place?'

'You're interesting… so I'm always drawn to you.'

Hermione woke up with a start. She had been having another dream about Dra-Malfoy! She pulled back the curtains of her bed and saw the day had grown light; a clock on the bedside table showed it was time for dinner.

She hurriedly tied her hair back again and dashed down the staircase and out through the portrait hole. She met the last person she expected to see, at the doors to the Great Hall; Malfoy.

'Granger I need to talk to you.' He said in a hushed voice, but his voice still dripping with disdain. 'We need to figure out how I got into the dormitory.' You're interesting… so I'm always drawn to you. Hermione squealed in fright and ran into the Great Hall, with a confused Malfoy left standing in the doorway.

-

That girl was definitely strange. He watched her run over to Weasley and Potter and shrugged; he'd ask her after dinner then. He wandered over to the Slytherin table and took a seat next to Blaise. The boy was cracking up again about something.

'What is so funny?' Draco snapped. The boy grinned even wider at this question and cleared his throat.

'It's so obvious Draco; she's fallen for you.'

'Who?'

'Granger of course.' Draco stared at his friend in shock; what? He reached for some pumpkin juice, downed it, and then fixed him with a steely glare.

'That's stupid. You're stupid.'

'No I'm not! Granger has fallen for you!'

'No, she hasn't.' Draco thumped his glass down on the table and sighed. 'I'm too hungry to have deep discussions, so please shut up.'

Disclaimer: Well, I could say I owned this… but then I could get sued…

A/N: Okay… there that goes. Rather pointless chapter I think, personally.

Pixie: Yup, I can say I definitely will. You see, I write chapters when I'm bored and if I say 'I will update on (whatever day)' then I won't. It's simple; I HATE deadlines!! :) Lol, yeah… expect updates like… at random times; sometimes multiple ones at once… sometimes none… haha