A/N: Another update! Whoop! I'm just gonna get started. Same disclaimers as before... By the way, my writing style might change (i.e. Italics are usually for thoughts, flashbacks, and writing/letters written within the story. Bold is rarely used excepts for author notes.)
"No way! He kissed you again?" Ginny gasped. The two girls were sitting at the Gryffindor table, waiting for Harry and Ron.
"Shh! He'll hear you!" Hermione hushed. She stabbed her waffles quietly. Hermione glanced over her shoulder at Draco, who was seemed to be in an heated argument with Pansy. The doors opened and Harry and Ron appeared with large smiles on their faces.
"Hello, 'Mione." Ron smiled, planting a kiss on Hermione's cheek.
"Good morning!" Harry smiled. Ginny eyeballed him angrily. It had only been a couple weeks since he got together with Cho Chang again, and she refused to talk to him.
Harry was clutching the Potions textbook in his hand, and Hermione gave him a look.
"Didn't you say you would be putting that back?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I put my brand-new copy in the pile, which is in a much better condition that this ratty one." Harry answered confidently.
"Harry! Honestly, that book is going to get you in trouble!" Hermione sighed.
"Anyways, what did you guys do last night? I heard you giggling loudly downstairs." Ron asked, his mouth full with chewed-up chicken.
The girls shared a glance and bit their lips. "Uh... I'm full. I'll be in the library." Hermione gathered her book bag and rushed off.
"I'll be with Hermione!" Ginny laughed nervously, before dashing off to find Hermione.
The boys looked at each other, before shrugging. Ron, of course, continued to dig into the roast chicken sitting in front of him.
"I can't tell Harry, Hermione! He'll think I'm trying to make him jealous!" Ginny sighed. Hermione flipped through a book, but symphatised with her friend.
"And I can't tell Ron... I just... can't." Hermione groaned.
"So, tell me about the kiss?" Ginny wiggled her eyebrows.
"It meant nothing, Gin. It was just a small, innocent kiss. Even Draco himself said it meant nothing." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on! Nothing can get pass me, you loved it!"
"Fine! I did like it! Happy?"
"Very. Now, we have potions with the Slytherins, so you'll have to sit next to Draco." Ginny smirked at Hermione.
Hermione entered the Potions class first, and sat at the very front, as always. Professor Slughorn, greeted her with a smile, and went back to his book. Hermione looked around nervously, when Draco Malfoy entered the classroom. He looked at Hermione, paused, and sat next to her.
"Malfoy?!" She whispered questioningly.
He didn't reply. Hermione looked at him, before gently poking him in the arm.
"What!?" Draco hissed. He pulled his Potions textbook from his book bag, completely disregarding Hermione's frustration.
"You can't sit here!" Hermione replied as more students started to arrive.
"And why is that?" Draco smirked. He winked at a Slytherin girl, who blushed, and whispered something into the ear of a classmate.
"Because of last night! Besides, Harry and Ron are going to kill you!" Hermione replied, rolling her eyes at Draco's playboy ways. Draco raised an eyebrow at her.
"Don't you want to talk about it? I bet you absolutely loved it." He teased. Hermione blushed slightly, but shook her head.
It was during this conversation, when Ginny had taken the seat in front of her at the table. She sat there, admiring the annoyingly cute argument. When Blaise took the spot in front of Draco, however, their presence was brought to the attention of Draco and Hermione.
"Merlin's beard, would the two of you stop quarreling like an old couple?!" Blaise groaned. Ginny slapped his arm angrily.
"Ow! That hurt, Weasley!"
"Oh, stop complaining, you little girl."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Who's the old couple now?" Draco smirked.
Harry and Ron had entered, before gasping at their choice of seating. " 'Mione? Ginny?" Harry raised and eyebrow.
"Uh... It's a long story, Harry." Hermione nerviously smiled.
"We need an explination." Ron grumbled, glaring at Draco. Draco rolled his eyes at Ron, before turning back to Hermione.
"So, about the kiss..." Draco placed a propped up fist under his chin, smirking in Hermione's direction.
Hermione blushed. "It meant nothing! Seriously Malfoy, stop assuming that every girl likes you." She rolled her eyes.
Draco leaned closer, his face centimeters away from hers."But what if it's true?" He whispered. Hermione held her breath slightly, before Slughorn got up to start class.
"Alright class! We'll be learning about love potions today. Please, come closer to my desk. Who here can tell me about Amortentia?" Slughorn asked. Hermione's hand immedietly shot up, as Draco swiftly avoided being slapped by her.
"Ms. Granger?"
"It's the world's strongest love potion. It has a pearly sheen, and steam that rises from it rises in a swirly formation. It's supposed to smell like things that attract you the most." Hermione answered proudly.
"Excellent, Ms. Granger! 10 points to Gryffindor! However, Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room – oh yes," he said, nodding gravely at Draco and Blaise, both of whom were smirking sceptically. "When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love..."
Slughorn paused, before smiling at Hermione.
"Why, Ms. Granger, why don't you tell us what you smell?"
Hermione paused, before walking closer to the cauldron. "Uh, well, I smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and –" Hermione stopped.
"Well, Ms. Granger?"
"Um, and - mint, Professor Slughorn." Hermione whispered. A quiet giggle burst from everyone except Ron, Ginny, and Harry. Ron was currently questioning his girlfriend's choice of smell, and Harry was equally confused. Ginny, however, was practically bursting at the seams with happiness.
Ron doesn't like mint, though. In fact, he hates it. And Malfoy... He smells like a walking breathmint... Hermione thought. "Thank you, Ms. Granger. You may all sit back at your tables. We'll be making Draught of Living Death, and the person who can make the best potion, well, they'll earn enough Felix Felicis." Slughorn grinned. Hermione's mouth fell open."Ms. Granger, would you like to tell us what Felix Felicis does?"
"Well, it makes the drinker lucky. Everything they wish for will come true, and they'll experience a surge of 'hapiness'. However, is you drink too much, you'll become overly stubborn. Because of it's good fortune, the potion is banned from multiple compitions, such as Quidditch." Hermione recited. Draco snickered.
"Good job, Ms. Granger. However, Mr. Malfoy, you've cost Slytherin 5 points." Slughorn sighed, before waving his hands. "Please start. You'll have 1 hour to complete the task."
Blaise glared at Draco. "Mate, you've cost us 5 points! We're already falling behind Gryffindor." Blaise grumbled.
"The Slytherins are always behind the Gryffindors." Hermione announces, breaking the slight quarrel between the boys. She had already opened her textbook and the ingredients were laid out in front of her.
Draco stood behind her and stared at her textbook over her shoulder. His slow, steady breaths fell on her shoulder and Hermione looked at him from the corner of her eye. He had the same piercing stare as the night before, but his focus was clearly on something else.
"Uh, Malfoy... You're kind of in my space..." Hermione hesistantly squeaked. Draco was now staring at the blushing and very nervous girl in front of him.
"Well, Granger, you didn't mind being close to me last night." He whispered into her ear. Hermione rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the stomache. Draco clutched the sore area, while narrowing his eyes at Hermione.
"Now, are you going to make yourself useful or sit there like a lazy slob?" Hermione asked. She looked away from Draco, and saw not only Ginny, but Blaise also, staring at them.
"Well? Aren't you two going to work on your potion?" Hermione sighed. The pair nodded, and quickly headed to work.
Hermione turned back to Draco, who had already begun to work on the potion.
He had already added the Infusion of Wormwood and the powdered Root of Asphodel, and was preparing the Sloth Brain. Hermione stared at the potion, then Draco, then at the textbook. She grabbed a silver dagger and began to cut the Sopophorous Bean, which showed to be unsucsessful.
Draco took a sideways glance at Hermione, who was struggling to even puncture the bean. The Sopophorous Bean seemed to have a mind of it's own, as it idly jumped from one location to another. Frustation was clearly brewing in Hermione, and he could see it. Draco looked at his best friend and the red-head in front of him, who were having the same issue as them.
He took a glance at Harry, who easily squeezed the juice into his potion. Draco snorted.
Hermione looked at Draco, then in the direction Draco was looking in. "How is Harry doing that!?" Hermione grumbled.
"Calm down, Granger. He's probably cheating." Draco shrugs.
Hermione glared at him. "No! It must be that stupid book of his! Ugh!" Hermione groaned, grabbing her hair.
"Granger, calm down. We'll figure something out-"
"Alright, students! Time to see who is about to get lucky!" Slughorn announced, chuckling at his own joke. Of course, he went to Harry first and checked his potion.
"My, my... One drop of Harry's potion could knock us all out in a minute!" Slughorn smiled. "I think Harry wins the Felix Felicis, do you not agree?"
Hermione sighs, quietly aplauding as Slughorn hands the Felix Felicis to Harry. He smiled at her, and she threw on a fake smile.
"Well, you seem to be able to make Potter believe you're actually happy." Draco comes up behind her, smirking again.
Hermione turned around and jumped slightly. "Malfoy! You arse!" She scolded him.
"Does he not get tired of smirking?" Hermione thought.
"Calm down, Granger. Seriously." He rolled his eyes. Draco placed his hands on the side of her shoulders and looked at her. "You can't win all the time."
Hermione bit her lip and looked away, blushing furiously. Draco was dangerously close, almost as if he wanted to re-create the night before. She swiped his hands away.
"It simply means I'm not good enough. I'll just have to practice." Hermione huffs.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Then I'm staying here."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why, exactly?"
He shrugged. "Maybe I can learn a thing or two."
A/N: So... A kind of long update for you guys! I'll try to keep my updates long, and hopefully fast...
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