A/N- Okay, FIRST, I added to the last chapter a little while after I posted it, so make sure you've read the second half of that chapter. Sorry! It shouldn't happen again in the future. Alright, now that I've got that out of the way, I'm actually really happy with this chapter. It's a little OOC, and I'm sorry about that, but from now on, the rest of the fic should be in character(to the best of my abilities). Also, I'm considering doing the rest of the fic from Draco's POV, but nothing has been decided yet. Please review, and let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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As the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room swung shut behind Draco, he gazed at the empty corridor ahead of him. What the hell was he going to do now? He frowned, shoving a hand deep into the pocket of his robes and producing a crumpled schedule. He studied it for a moment before stuffing it back in his pocket. Double potions the next morning with Slughorn, followed by a large empty block. That could work. He didn't need his wand for potions, and he could find Granger during the empty period. With this settled, he resolved to head back to his own Common Room and finish up his remaining homework. He was only halfway through his potions essay on amortentia, which was due tomorrow. Amortentia ha! The mere thought made him want to scoff. He couldn't for the life of him understand what all the fuss was about. What was so special about "love" anyway? He supposed the smell was alright, but it was overpowered by this odd, fresh minty smell that he could never quite put his finger on. He shook his head to clear it, and strode off down the corridor, Crabbe and Goyle at his heels.

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The next morning at breakfast, Draco scanned the Gryffindor table for a head of bushy hair, frowning when he couldn't find Granger. It didn't take long for him to spot Potter and Weasley, but the Mudblood was nowhere to be seen. Draco frowned. Why wasn't she at breakfast? Oh, relax, he chastised himself, she's probably just heading to class early to suck up to Slughorn. Why do you even care? You'll find her, and will get your wand back, regardless of whether or not the Mudblood is at breakfast. Reassured, he left the dining hall early, heading for the dungeons. If she was down there, maybe he could get his wand back before class even started.

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Draco's forehead creased with confusion and exasperation, his footsteps echoing throughout the empty corridor. Neither Granger nor Slughorn was anywhere to be found. He sighed, and leaned against the wall by the door. He checked his Rolex(A/N- It's never really confirmed in the series whether or not wizards use Muggle timepieces, but if they did I feel like Draco would definitely have a Rolex. Review and let me know if you agree!). Class started in five minutes. Where was Granger? Even if she hadn't come to talk to Slughorn, she should be there by now. She always showed up at least 10 minutes before class, without fail. Draco shook his head. He paid far too much attention to the Mudblood. Still, he couldn't help but ponder her absence. As he contemplated this, Slughorn strode up to the door, clearly flustered, so much so that he took several moments to notice Draco standing there.

"Oh! Malfoy! Gave me a bit of a fright there. How are you? Madam Pomfrey fix you up well?"

Draco nodded curtly, not wishing to discuss the previous afternoon's events. He took his usual seat at the back of the room and returned to his thoughts. Slowly, his classmates began to trickle into the room, taking their usual seats as Slughorn began to take attendance. Five minutes after the class was supposed to start, Slughorn frowned.

"I suppose Miss Granger won't be joining us today," he mused, clearly puzzled. Draco noticed Potter and Weasley share a glance and wondered what that was about. He shook his head and turned to his cauldron.

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Draco was in a shitty mood. Potter had shown him up once again in potions, and he still had no idea where Granger was. He sat in a shadowed corner of the Slytherin Common Room, trying to decide what to do next. Where could she be? All of a sudden, it struck him like a bolt of lightning. Wherever she was, whatever she was doing, there was one place she'd have to go at some point. And there was someone there who could give Draco an idea of where she was. Someone who happened to be one of the few people in the school that might be willing to help him out. He stood, wondering how it couldn't have occurred to him before, and set off for the girls' bathroom.

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As Draco approached the door to the girls' bathroom, he glanced both ways to ensure no one was around, before opening the door and slipping in. He didn't bother to check if anyone was inside, because he knew Myrtle deterred students from using this bathroom unless they specifically wanted to avoid people. Normally, this would be the last place Draco would look if he wanted to find Granger, but he had a distinct feeling something was up with her. Potter and Weasley didn't seem to know where she was, and she never missed class. No, he had the distinct feeling she was trying to avoid her friends. He had spent most of his time at Hogwarts avoiding other people, and so could imagine her thought process. As he stepped into the bathroom, he called out softly.

"Myrtle?"

But it wasn't Myrtle's voice that responded. As he closed the door behind him, he was met with the sound of strangled sobs. He frowned, stepping forward. Later, he would wonder what possessed him to move toward the sound, but regardless, he did, pushing lightly against the stall door, which swung open to reveal Granger, glaring at him defiantly.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Malfoy?" she demanded, eyes red and puffy, face streaked with tears. Draco gaped at her, speechless.

"Well?" she prompted.

"I-I was looking for you," he heard himself say, "Granger - are you okay?" What the hell? He berated himself angrily. You don't care about the Mudblood. You just need your wand back. He frowned, deciding to backtrack a bit, "look, Granger, I just need my wand back, okay? Then we can just forget this ever happened." She didn't respond. He cocked his head, puzzled. Her eyes had glazed over and a tear tricked silently down her cheek. She blinked, and her eyes widened as if noticing Draco for the first time. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off, "Granger… have you eaten?" he checked his watch, "It's about lunchtime, how about I go get you something to eat, and then you can give me my wand back, okay?" she nodded slowly, "stay here, alright?" she nodded again, eyes glazed over once more. "Okay," he said, hurrying off before she could decide to move. Once he'd closed the bathroom door behind him, the reality of the conversation he'd just had came crashing over him like a tsunami. He'd just spoken cordially… with Granger. Granger. He stood dumbly in the corridor trying to decide what to do next. After a moment, he decided that if he was going to have any chance of getting his wand back, he would have to knock some sense back into Granger… somehow. He sighed, and set off for the dining hall.

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A/N- I know I did the Amortentia thing again, and I'm sorry! Anyway, I'm really happy with this chapter, even if it is mostly OOC - again, sorry. But I'm finally getting to the actual plot, which means it should be getting much better from this point forward(fingers crossed). Anyway, a new chapter should be posted soon I hope you liked this one, please review, and let me know what you think about doing the rest from Draco's POV!

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