A/N: Here's another chapter. Read and review pretty please!

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I woke up the next morning with the feeling I always get before a school day filled with classes – here we go again. I did my normal morning routine and then went downstairs to the common room to wait on Hermione so we could go down to breakfast together.

I waited for quite awhile. Finally I saw someone descend the staircase.

"Hermione!"

"Do I look like Hermione to you?" said Lavender.

"Oh, gosh, I'm sorry Lavender. I've just been waiting for Hermione. Have you seen her?"

"No, she's not upstairs. She must have already gone down to breakfast."

"Oh, ok, thanks Lav," I wondered why she had not waited on me. Ah, she had probably wanted to go to the library before the year started.

I left the common room and went down to the Great Hall with Lavender. We went over to the Gryffindor table and found Hermione.

"Hi, Hermione. I was waiting for you upstairs."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry! I wanted to go to the library."

"I figured as much."

"Here, Harry and Lavender, this year's schedule. Looks like we all have Herbology together this morning."

"Yeah, and Double Potions 3 days this week," I replied slightly bitterly. "Why couldn't Snape have just died in the war?"

"Harry!"

"Just joking, calm down!"

I finished my up breakfast and Hermione, a group of Gryffindors, and myself started making our way to the greenhouses.

"Hey, Hermione?" said a voice behind us.

"Yes?" she replied to the speaker. I looked to see who it was – Lavender.

"Can you slow down and walk with me? I need to talk to you."

"Um, ok. Harry?"

I smiled. "Don't worry, I can take a hint."

"Thanks, Harry."

Hermione slowed down and began to talk to Lavender. Frankly, I couldn't help but overhearing some of their conversation.

"Hermione, I know. . ."

"WHAT?" (This part she yelled and the entire group could hear her!)

"Shhhh!"

It now became much harder to hear, but I deathly curious.

"How. . . find out. . . Malfoy?"

Malfoy! What did he have to do with anything?

"He. . . told me. . . obvious."

Malfoy told Lavender something? Something obvious? It hurt my head to try and figure out what they were talking about, and we were at the greenhouses, so I quit trying to understand what was going on.

"Well have to finish this conversation later, Hermione," Lavender said a bit louder.

"Right, Lav," Hermione replied quietly, obviously still shaken up.

I walked up to Hermione. "So, what was that all about?" I asked casually.

"Oh, just Lavender's normal gossip."

"Ah, of course," I can't say I fully believe her. Also, I was still dying to know what Malfoy had to do with everything.

However, most of these thoughts left me as I began to work with Hermione on the assignment. She always seemed to distract me so much. . .

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I walked to the Great Hall after Transfiguration for lunch. I no sooner sat down and started to eat when Hermione came up to me.

"Malfoy?"

"Yes, Granger?"

"I need to speak with you about the Halloween Feast."

"Can it wait until after lunch?" I asked. Then, under my breath for show I added, "Always thinking about school, the know-it-all." I cringed inwardly.

"At least I know what I'm talking about and don't need Daddy to pay for my grades," she said without a blink. I must say that was a pretty good comeback, but if we were going to play this way, I had a better one.

"At least I have a rich family who can afford to pay for anything they want instead of scrapping for money to buy those things you call robes," I retaliated. "What do you want Granger?"

"To discuss the Halloween Feast."

"Fine," I got up from my seat and followed her at a distance to the Entrance Hall.

She turned around and smiled. "Finally! Why were you giving me such a hard time?"

"Keep up our images of course."

"Of course. Anyway, this wasn't really about he Feast."

"I assumed as much."

"I'll be blunt, Lavender knows."

I was dumbfounded. Day 1 and we were already found out. Not only that, but we were found out by the biggest blabbermouth in school. The whole school would know by dinner if they didn't already.

"How. . .what. . . oh we're dead. . ."

"I wouldn't worry too much yet. Lavender has really changed since the war and swore not to tell anyone."

"And you trust her?" I asked incredulously.

"We have no choice but to trust her."

"What about a memory charm?"

"No. Look at it this way. Maybe having someone else know could be a good thing."

I was skeptical. "How?"

"Maybe she can cover for us when we need it."

I sighed. "Alright, we let it be for now." One student per day would mean the whole school would know incredibly soon.

Hermione started to walk off, but I stopped her. "Wait, HOW did she find out?"

"She saw you wink and me smile."

"Dang, that girl is good."

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I walked back into the Great Hall to finish my lunch after discussing the "Feast" with Draco. I sat down next to Harry and began putting some food onto my plate.

"He didn't bother you, did he Hermione?" Harry asked quite suddenly. While he did this he did a strange thing – he took my free hand in his own.

"No, I can handle him," I said and smiled weakly for he still had a grip on my hand. He must have seen me, because he let and mumbled a 'sorry'.

Lunch passed. Harry talked to Dean about Quidditch while I read "Hogwarts, a History" again. Soon it was time for Arithmancy for me and Divination for Harry. Why he was still in that class, I'll never know.

We walked towards these classes together and reached the place where we split. I said bye and turned to go to the left when Harry pulled me back and hugged me saying, "Bye Hermione. I'll see you later." He walked off as happy as can be, leaving me standing there thinking.

One thing that has to be known about me: I hate to be touched. Whether it is a hung, a pat on the back, or holding hands, something about physical contact irritates me . . . unless it's Draco . . . but even that took me awhile to get used to once we'd fallen in love.

I shrugged it off and continued down the empty hall and only stopped when a voice called me. It was Draco.

"Hi, Hon," I said cheerfully.

He turned with a slightly cold glare. "What was that all about?"

I kept on walking toward class. "What are you talking about?"

"Potter. He hugged you."

"I have no idea. It was odd to say the least. He also tried to hold my hand earlier."

"HE WHAT?"

"Yeah, it was kinda spooky."

There was a moment of silence as we continued walking to class. Then Draco spoke quietly, "He likes you."

It was my turn to be shocked. "What? You can't be serious."

"I am. That's what we we do when we like a girl. We hung her, try to take her hand, and stuff like that. Surely you remember the first time I tried to hold your hand?"

FLASHBACK

We walked through Diagon Alley to where we were staying. We had just finished watching the case against Crabbe.

"So, Malfoy, where do you want to eat dinner?"

"How about the Leaky Caldron for tonight?"

"Fine, whatever. I just can't believe I HAVE to eat dinner with you every night."

We headed over to the entrance and he opened the door for me. As we walked to a table I felt his hand slip into mine. Not wanting to cause a scene, I waited until we were seated in our booth across from each other to strangle him.

The waiter took our drink orders and left leaving no one to notice if I were to commit murder.

I leaned across the table and whispered menacingly, "What in the name of Merlin did you do that for!"

"Don't tell me you didn't want me to Granger," he said while giving his infamous smirk.

"What ever gave you the impression I would want you to do a thing like that?"

He looked at me a bit more seriously. "One might think that with Voldemort gone, tensions between Purebloods and Muggleborns, the light side and supposed Death Eaters, and even old enemies could lighten up, don't you agree?"

I stared. Was he implying what I thought he was? "I stuttered, "Wh. . .I don't. .. huh? Are you tying to say you want to get along with me?"

"At least get along. . . for now."

I went to bad that night wishing he had held my hand a little longer. "NO, Hermione!" I reprimanded myself. "Think of all the years of torture he gave you!" But my dreams that night said otherwise.

END FLASHBACK

I smiled thinking back to the mixed emotions running through my head that night. "Yeah, interesting night that was."

"Yes, so don't you agree that he might like you?"

"But it's Harry. I can't imagine him liking me."

"You couldn't imagine Weasley liking you either."

"Good point. We'll watch and see what happens. Fair enough?"

"Alright, but if he gets too close to you. . ."

"Now, we can't let our relationship slip out."

"Can I still kiss you?"

"Sure, but quickly where no one can see us."

And he kissed me so I went into class blushing and flustered.