You roil my senses

Like a storm in the desert

Like the moon crossing the sun

Like air to a drowning man.

Draco Malfoy was hiding. Not skulking, not creeping close to listen. No, all he wanted to catch was just a glimpse. A glimpse of Granger where she wasn't supposed to be. He had caught her heading upstairs, and then Luna had informed him that Granger'd been heading downstairs at the same time. However, if Draco ever tried to find out where she was at a particular time... It was one thing to see her once. Even see her going to classes, and confirm, via "Granger doesn't skip clases" that there was something fishy going on.

But he couldn't, absolutely couldn't, see more that one of her at once. It was... almost mindboggling.

It had gotten to the point where Luna was helping him, but her explanation as to why he couldn't see two Grangers, ever, had forked into quantum physics and Schrodingers, and that was enough of a headache. Draco hadn't actually wanted to admit he was lost, which was why he had smiled at Luna when she gave him that sad smile and said, "You're totally out to lunch, aren't you?"

"With Biscuits!" he had replied.

Draco was glad that all he needed to see of Hermione was her bushy hair. He had tried, once, to explain, in his head at least, what was really, honestly creepy behavior. A timetable, for god's sake! It was ... punctilious, and a bunch of other words that he generally wasn't.

Underneath all this, ran a healthy vein of concern. Draco Malfoy could see that Hermione was getting more and more upset, more stressed. It didn't sit well with him, even knowing, well, that his argument with her in Potions had started some of it. Well, at least he was pretty sure it had - at least she didn't need to spoon-feed Weasel the answers.

[And Tuesday. You know what this means. Potions class tommorrow! Poem goes out to John Denver, today. Because of that song. You know the one]

Draco made a mental note to see what Weasel was doing in Potions. Perhaps, without Potter and Granger, he was making as large a conflagration as Longbottom usually did.