Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters… yeah.

When Draco arrived at Potions, he tried to look as though he was enjoying himself immensely. 'I like school. I like school—remember that.'

"Hi, hon! Where did you rush off to at breakfast?" Harry inquired.

"Oh… well, I just had to do some… stuff," Draco stumbled.

"What kind of stuff?" Harry asked, putting his arm around Draco.

"You know, just stuff, stuff. You know how that goes."

"Not really," Harry replied, confused. He was about to begin saying how Hermione was completely not acting herself when Professor Snape sauntered in.

"Open your texts to Page 152… I expect you are familiar with the properties of Shepardsbane? Miss Granger, perhaps?" Snape asked sweetly, looking intently at her.

Shepardsbane… shit… I should know this one. Something with healing, or burning… cooking perhaps? Draco hadn't exactly been doing all of his summer reading; after all, he didn't have the time with partying and Quittach. As he was just about to open his mouth to reply sweetly, Snape interrupted him.

"Ahh, I see someone hasn't done their homework. Twenty points from Griffindor for neglecting your summer reading. Perhaps Mr. Malfoy could help you out? Malfoy."

"Absolutely, Professor, Shepardsbane is often used as a sedative for surgeries, and is a main ingredient in calming draughts. Although other substances can be used as a sedative or in calming draughts, Shepardsbane is the only that hasn't been found to have terrible side effects such as spots, insanity, or death." Realizing the entire class was staring at her; Hermione shut her mouth and glared. What was wrong with these people, really? I mean, after all, I am Hermione Granger… obviously I did my summer reading. Oh shit. God fucking damn it… I'm not Hermione Granger, I'm Draco Malfoy and I just made an ass of myself… or him really, but it's me, well never mind. Either way I made an ass of myself in front of the entire class—that was so not Draco.

So with an attempt to fix my stupidity I glared at the kid next to me… Zorbi, Zambi, what was it? Ah, yes, Zambini. "What the hell's your problem?"

Laughing uneasily he replied, "Drac, since when do you actually do your homework? You know you'd get an 'A' no matter what!"

What? Get an 'A' no matter what? Bastard. Snape was his godfather and he got good marks just because of that. "What makes you think I did my homework?" I spat back at him. Idiot.

I looked over to the other side of the room where Draco was glaring at me with such intensity it was like he was going to kill me then and there.

"Excellent, Mr. Malfoy! Thirty points to Slytherin for being a prize pupil!" Snape exclaimed. "Now…" he said launching into his lecture.

On the other side of the room Ron nudged Hermione, "Mione, what the hell? You always do your summer reading… you always read the entire book. You've never not known an answer before."

"Well, Weasley, sometimes people forget."

"Weasley? Since when do you call Ron, 'Weasley'?" Harry asked.

"Potter, I don't recall giving you permission to talk… or are you above that now since you defeated Voldemort? Above everyone else?" Snape taunted.

"Professor that is absolutely none of your business! How can you talk like that to him; you should be down on your hands and knees thanking him!" Hermione scolded.

The entire classroom gasped, and the Slytherins visibly withdrew from 'Draco' for standing up for Harry. Blaise even went so far as to scooch his chair a bit to the left.

"What was that, Malfoy?" Snape asked, raising his eyebrow.

Shit, I have really got to learn to keep my stupid mouth closed, haven't I? "I mean, professor, this is Potions class and we really do have more important things to talk about than Potter. Who really gives a damn!"

"Watch your language, Mr. Malfoy. And I suppose you are right, we wouldn't want Potter to start sobbing like a baby on us, now would we?"

Harry turned towards me and fiercely glared at me. At that point I just thought I would die. The man I am in love with hates me—but he doesn't know it. Holding in my sobs, I slunk lower in my chair; I couldn't even give him a dirty look to reciprocate the glare as I should have.

Hermione shifted in her seat thinking, Gods, how the hell do guys sit with these things! Honestly, I've had one for an entire day now, and I'm still not used to it… I keep thinking I'm going to sit on myself.

She tugged at her crotch, trying to rearrange her boxers into a more comfortable manner.

"What's the matter, Drac? Haven't gotten any yet today?" Blaise asked.

"I really don't think that's any of your concern, Blaise."

"Well I myself tapped Pansy this morning; I had one hell of a dream last night; you know how that goes. But she relieved me. And then after watching Granger and her fucking sexy ass walk through the Great Hall, I went and had another wank—"

"You think I'm hot?" Hermione asked.

Blaise held back a laugh and tried to keep a straight face; after all they were still in Potions. "Drac, while you are very attractive, I've already told you I just can't think of you that way. I'm sorry."

I already told you that? What the hell does that mean? Does Draco like men? What the hell? It's going to be hard enough fucking girls at the party, but fucking guys? How the hell does that work, anyway? Hermione stared at Draco and tried to imagine him liking men.

"Drac? You there?" Blaise asked, waving a hand in front of Hermione's face. He grinned, "You think the mudblood is hot, too! I always knew it!"

"NO!"

"She can't help her blood, you know. She might be worth a quick fuck… I'm going to work on her in Transfiguration; I'll let you know if she's any good. Besides, I'm sure you could get her real easy, with you two living in the same dorm and all."

"I don't like Herm—Granger." Shit. If word gets out to Draco that people think that he likes me, I'm dead.

"I never said you liked her… I just said she might be worth a good fuck. And don't worry; your mudblood love is safe with me."

Hermione grinned at him. Grinned? Fuck again, Draco isn't supposed to grin!

Snape soon dismissed the class, and they headed off to their next classes. Since students were now split up into classes through skill levels and not houses, Hermione and Draco were in most of the same classes. But the majority of their friends were in those same classes as well, which meant Hermione and Draco always had to be acting the other person; which was difficult considering 24 hours earlier they were enemies.

"'Mione, what do you say we take a little walk before Transfiguration? I know a great place we can go, and we can get… reacquainted again," Harry whispered seductively into Draco's ear.

Draco unwillingly shuddered and closed his eyes.

"And I can do so much more than that," Harry muttered, tracing along the upper hem on Hermione's shirt.

"Ugh, you guys are disgusting, get a room!" Ron complained. "Bloody hell, am I glad that I'm not in transfiguration with you two, I don't think I could handle this for two classes in a row!" Ron muttered while walking away.

"I—I really think we shouldn't," Draco said firmly.

"Why?" Harry whined. "I haven't gotten to spend any time alone with you since we've been back to school!"

"Well, Harry," Draco shuddered when he called him Harry, "we have a class next! We can't be late!" Draco grabbed Harry's hand and tried pulling him towards the classroom.

"Promise we can spend some time together later?" Harry said in a disappointed voice.

Wow, they must actually love each other… Draco thought.

He softened a bit, thinking of how Hermione was going to be shagging people for him… speaking of which, she better do a good job! "Yeah, okay, Harry. But let's go to class now!"

Harry kissed Draco on the cheek, "I know I've never told you this before, Hermione, but I have to."

"O-okay," Draco replied, hoping it wasn't going to be anything important.

"Hermione, I love you," Harry softly said.

"What?" Draco was so surprised, he was lucky he managed to say anything at all.

Harry's face reddened, "I mean, I know we sign notes saying we love each other, and… and stuff like that. But I've never actually said it to you. I realized that this summer." Harry paused, looking at Draco for a reaction.

Seeing that Draco was just staring at him dumbly, his faced reddened to the point where it would have rivaled Ron's face when he was angry or embarrassed. "Say something."

"I—I…" Draco stuttered. What the hell? He never told anyone he loved them. He just fucked them, and when girls told him that they loved him, he just… left. But that would hardly be appropriate here. Does Hermione love him? How the fuck do I know? She said she thought she loved him… I can't just say she does. What if she doesn't? What the fuck?

"I… I'm sorry, Hermione. I just, god, this summer without you was torture, I thought about you all of the time… and I just realized that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Hermione Granger, I want to marry you!"

A/N Sorry it's been a while since I updated… I was on vacation, but I'll try to update more quickly now. Well, do you think this was too heavy? Draco is in for the ride of his life! Please review!