Chapter Two: Class "Ms. Weasley?" Professor Binn's droning, monotonous voice shattered Ginny's daydream. Ginny had been having a marvelous daydream in which she and Malfoy had been playing hide-and-go-seek in the Forbidden Forest. Every time they would find one another, instead of tagging one another, they would enjoy a sensual, long kiss. "Ms. Weasley!"

"Yes, Professor Binns?" Ginny said as she shook her head to rid herself of images of herself and Malfoy giggling together.

"Who discovered the use of Unicorn hairs combined with the hair of griffins?"

"Um… Laurel Longhair?" Ginny said carefully.

"Correct. Laurel Longhair was born in…" Professor Binns droned on and Ginny returned to her daydream, thinking, "Whoa, that was a close call. I'll pay attention in a minute, right after we finish playing hide-and-go-seek." Ginny smiled and stared out the window, lost in her daydream once again.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Sinastra called on Malfoy, although Hermione's hand was raised in the air also.

"The runes translate to mean, "To lose one's heart is to lose one's sanity"
"Very good, Mr. Malfoy. Now what could the author mean? Some wizards suggest that…" Professor Sinastra continued with her lesson. Malfoy grinned in Hermione's direction. "Humph! Little know-it-all. Why, if he wasn't so good looking, I'd hex him to kingdom come." Hermione thought as she frowned back at Malfoy's grinning face. "Whoa Hermione! Where in the world did that thought come from? You can not, I repeat CAN NOT! like Malfoy. He is yours and Ron's and Harry's enemy. You cannot harbor goodwill towards the enemy! Or fond thoughts for that matter. Ok, he is hot, in a sneering-little-snot-but-you-forget-about-that-when-you-look-at-him kind of way, but still!" Hermione watched as Malfoy's face changed. His smile faded and he began to look thoughtful. Hermione ignored him and turned her eyes to Professor Siniastra's complex diagram on the board in the front of the classroom.
Malfoy was being thoughtful. He turned his head to look at the diagrams on the board. Every few seconds he would turn to glance at Hermione. "Hermione certainly has grown up over the last few months. Oh my! She is actually wearing mascara! And her hair is wavy, not at all like her normal rat's nest she calls hair. Hmmmm. Hermione is looking pretty good today. Dear Lord. Did I just suggest that Hermione Granger, the mud blood, is attractive? Malfoy, you handsome dog, she is way beneath you. Plus, she is a know-it-all. Wait, what did Professor Siniastra just say? We have a test tomorrow! Dang Malfoy, you have to drag your mind back to class. But Hermione does look quite good today." Malfoy glanced at Hermione appraisingly, smiled again, then he concentrated on the day's lesson.

Harry sat in his NEWT level Transfiguration class with his head propped up on the palm of his left hand. "Yeah, yeah. I know that you have to be quick when transfiguring an animal into an inanimate object." Harry thought lazily as he took notes with his right hand. Harry doodled a heart on a scrap piece of parchment laying beside his notes. He absently wrote initials in the heart as he listened to Professor McGonagall talk about the merits of animal transfiguring. Harry wrote down some more notes including, "In the wilderness, you can transfigure birds, insects, or mammals into food or survival necessities." Harry glanced at his doodle. There, inside the ink outlines of a heart, were the following letters: HP & HG. Harry's eyes widened and his head fell off his hand as he stared at what he had wrote. "Oh, My, God! Did I just write that?" Harry wondered as he looked at his intricate script. Harry glanced around to see if any one had saw his doodle. No one had. Harry sighed in gladness and slide the scrap of parchment bearing the doodle under his notes. He glanced up to continue taking notes from Professor McGonagall. Professor McGonagall was standing directly in front of Harry.

"Mr. Potter. What do you have haphazardly shoved under your notes that acquires your full attention, so that you do not hear me when I call upon you to answer my question?" Professor McGonagall questioned, looking down at Harry. All the other students were staring at Harry. Harry gulped.

"Nothing Professor. Just doodling a little." Harry answered as he sheepishly looked up at her, all the while thinking, "Please don't ask to see it Professor. Please! It would be hard to explain, especially since I don't even understand it."

Professor McGonagall must have seen something in his eyes, because she sighed, then spoke, "Very well Harry. The question was: What is the incantation to change an ant into a muffin?"

Harry blinked and smiled. "Insectio Muffino."

"Correct." Professor McGonagall smiled back at Harry and went to the front of the room to continue with her lesson. Harry gulped again, thinking, "Thank you Professor McGonagall. I have to think about this." Harry looked around to make sure that no one was looking, then he deftly folded the doodled upon parchment and put it into his robes' pocket wondering what had become of his mind.

Ron sat in the prefect's bathroom, dangling his feet into the pearly white Jasmine scented bubbles that filled the swimming pool sized tub. Ron looked down at the picture in his lap. Ron, Harry and Hermione were in the picture, joking, laughing, and carrying on. Ron on Hermione's left, and Harry on Hermione's right. He remembered the feeling's that had consumed him when the picture was taken. Ron looked at his laughing and smiling face. "I was so happy. Being close to Hermione. Humph, look at me with my arm around Hermione. I did that without her caring. I was so confused that day too. Ha! Harry and I just hugged her at the same time. Wow, Harry, Hermione, and I look so content. Harry…. Why did he look so embarrassed when I asked him if he liked Hermione. And why did it take so long for him to answer? What if he bloody like's Hermione, but he won't tell me because I told him first that I like Hermione! No, Harry is a good friend. He wouldn't like the same girl as me. Plus, he likes the athletic types and I tend to go for the academic brunettes. Who was it he used to like? Oh yeah, Cho Chang and Ginny. Ginny…. She seems to be a little off lately. She must be lonely after breaking up with Dean. Oh well. She'll level out." Ron looked up at the door. He heard the sound of feet passing the door. A lot of people's feet. "Dang!" Ron exclaimed as he jerked his feet out of the water and emptied the bath tub in one motion. He started out of the bathroom, acting casual. "I was supposed to be in the bathroom for a few minutes. Cripes! I must have stayed in here for the whole class! I have to go to dinner! Wait, should I go explain to Professor Flitwick? Naw, he'll understand. I'll pick up my bag when we leave dinner." Ron hurried down the corridor heading towards the Great Hall.