(This is first fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a first attempt I suppose.

I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)

Chapter 14

"Wow." Ron kept saying over and over.

"I know." Harry kept saying over and over every time Ron said wow.

They continued like this for a few minutes whilst Hermione walked alongside them, smiling.

"He's changed." Ron commented, finally breaking his repetitive wow cycle. "I mean, I really think he has. He was completely genuine back there. No tricks. No nothing."

"I know." Harry agreed, who was obviously still unable to break the repetitive cycle.

"Well I'm glad you finally agree." Hermione said. "I told you so."

The boys sighed and rolled their eyes as they heard that familiar phrase.

"It was a good lesson though wasn't it?" Ron said. "I mean, come on. Forty-five points in one lesson. That must be a record."

"Nah. Hermione got forty in one lesson once. And two other students got fifteen. That made seventy." Harry corrected Ron. Ron nodded, taking the information in. Hermione blushed. She was the main reason Gryffindor were in the lead for the House Cup again. The boys then dropped the subject of points and Lucius Malfoy, so Hermione was left with her thoughts. They were all about her Potions professor. She was wondering if he could like her…in 'that' way. He was kind and friendly to her. Then, there was 'that' incident outside the Fat Lady portrait on Sunday night, when Lucius had told her he didn't hate her. Far from it in fact. And then…then he had kissed her.

Hermione felt warm and happy as she recalled the memory. She smiled to herself as Harry shook her slightly.

"Hermione. Hermione." He was saying her name over and over. When she looked at him, he continued. "You kind of phased out. We said it's time for out next lessons."

Hermione smiled at him.

"Thanks for telling me. Bye you two. See you in the Great Hall for dinner." Hermione thanked them quietly. The boys grinned at each other, as if they knew something she didn't. They waved goodbye to Hermione as they headed off to Divination with Firenze, and Hermione headed towards Arithmancy.

In her lesson, Hermione had difficulty focusing. Something that never happened to her. As much as she tried to stay focused on her work, her minds kept drifting off to Lucius. Every time she thought of him, she felt warm and tingly. When he looked at her and her at him, she felt instantly happy. She couldn't explain it. If she didn't know better, she'd say she was in love. She'd never been in love though, so she doesn't know what it's like. All she knows for sure is that he's a handsome man, who has turned from bad to good, he seems to like her and he loves to read. To her, he sounds like her ideal man. Maybe he is. She smiled to herself as she brushed her quill against her lips, imagining it was his against her. She, Hermione Granger, was in love with Lucius Malfoy.