Hermione went to bed that night, so many thoughts running through her head. So many more than usual. What if that love note was just all a horrible joke? What if Draco Malfoy is actually in love with me? Or worse! Maybe one of his friends is in love with me? She thought quietly to herself. And most of all, she wondered what happened to that love note. What if somebody else found it?

"No that couldn't have happened, but what if it did?" She asked herself out loud. Although she did not realize that she spoke out loud.

"Hermione who are you talking to?" Her room mate Lavender Brown asked. Hermione realized that nobody should know about the note. What would Harry and Ron say if they knew she was going to meet their worst enemy in the Room of Requirement, for one romantic night together.

"Nobody." Hermione laughed nervously. "All great geniuses talk to themselves." She lied, not knowing quite exactly what to say.

"All right then…" Lavender was a bit disturbed by this uncommon statement.

"You look troubled." Hermione stated again. Was it something I said? She wondered to herself.

"Oh…its just…LUNA LOVEGOOD IS TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND!" She burst out.

"Who's your boyfriend?" Hermione asked.

"Harry Potter." Lavender Brown sighed. THAT DIRTY BASTARD! How could he? After Ron and her had an earth-shattering breakup!

"I think I'm gonna call him, HARRY BERRY!" She said in a cute little "baby voice." Won-Won was bad enough…

" She may seem kind of strange, but really isn't when you get to know her. She doesn't really seem like the boyfriend stealing type." Ginny Weasley said, coming in. She had overheard their conversation and had been standing in the doorway.

" She is! She said that Harry loved her, BUT HE LOVES ME! I KNOW IT!" Lavender burst out, yet again. Lavender Brown…had cracked.

Draco Malfoy had been sitting alone in the Slytherin common room, until Pansy Parkinson came in. She was with a group of giggling girls. He secretly hated all of the Slytherin girls, face it, they were mean. He had to pretend to not like the girls in Gryffindor, even though Hermione was the love of his life. Pansy smiled at him.

"Hello Draco." She pushed his hair back. "Oh my god I love your hair, I just think blonde guys are so hot! Your hair looks so amazing pushed back!" All of her friends squealed. Draco hated how she acted like this. HIS MOM DID THE SAME THING WHEN HE WAS SICK OR UPSET TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER! He desperately longed for tomorrow night when he and Hermione, the one that he had grown to know and love would finally be in his arms. Maybe more than just one… But then it occurred to him. He was so mean to her in the past, what if he couldn't be forgiven. He didn't want to think about that, all he could think about was how wonderful Hermione was, as Pansy pushed his hair back in a way she thought was truly amazing. He pretended to fall asleep so she would leave.

The next day, he went down for breakfast in the Great Hall. Breakfast was quiet. He had nothing to order Crabbe and Goyle to do, and Pansy was too busy flirting dangerously with him for him to talk. His eyes met with Hermione across the room, she smiled at him, but the smile turned into a vicious smirk when she realized her friends were watching.

"Hermione were you smiling at Malfoy?" Ron asked with a look of disgust over at the Slytherin table. She laughed and asked,

"Why would I do something like that?

"Because you always seem to be fraternizing with the enemy!" He cried.

"I do not!" She protested. Draco Malfoy was hardly an enemy to her any more.

"Do you two ever stop?" Ginny asked.

"NO!" They said at the exact same time. Hermione, although she was pretty sure she was beginning to love Draco, wasn't sure if she liked Ron better. Ron on the other hand also had a secret. He didn't want anyone to know about the note McGonagall sent to him, because it was Hermione who he really loved, and couldn't stand it when she looked at anyone else. He was going to go the Room of Requirement anyway to talk to her, and say that even though he didn't know much, he knew that it was not proper for a student to have a relationship with an older (WAY OLDER!) teacher. Ron also had another thought, be careful what you wish for. For the longest time, Ron wished that an older woman would come into his life (preferably Fleur Delacour), but he got so much more…a little too much. Even thinking of the note, made him queasy. One thing all of the note receivers had in common was that they all wanted to know, what happened to the note.

Luna Lovegood felt lonely this morning at breakfast, like she always did, all of the people she would consider a friend were in other Houses. But SHE was especially mad at lavender Brown. How could she think Harry Potter was her boyfriend when he wrote me a love note! She thought. The worst part was, Lavender was considered popular and how was everybody supposed to know that Harry liked me instead of Her! She thought to herself again. What if her stuff was stolen from her again? She hated that. So Luna just sat there quietly listening to what other people were discussing.

It was a quarter until seven. Hermione was just getting ready to go. She walked out of the common room…Ron was standing outside.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To the library." She lied.

"In a mini-skirt? And with your hair actually brushed for once?" He asked.

"Stop questioning me!" She yelled. "And if you're going to ask me all of these questions, I have every right to know what you are doing."

"I'm waiting for Harry. We have to do some…stuff." Ron said. He had told Harry about the note he received, it turns out Harry had revieved another one from Romilda Vane and they were going to go to the Room of Requirement. But Hermione couldn't know all of this…

"Well it must be some very important "stuff". You're wearing cologne.