Another chapter…please tell me what you think of this.

Chapter Two

The envelope sat on Hermione's pillow, it was pink. She approached it with caution, glancing this way and that, just to make sure there wasn't anyone who wanted to escort her across the room. She picked it up, and realised it was scented. Whatever was in this envelope wasn't good.

She pulled out the letter and found it was covered in glitter, a charm made it float all around her and music played from nowhere. She looked around the room in terror, flowers were growing around the walls, and faeries fluttered around her. The letter opened itself and sung to her.

Roses are red and violets are blue

You're the cleverest girl in school

And I love you

She stared the letter and it turned into a dove and flew out the window. Okay, 5 on the romantic scale -2 on the original scale. Gazing about the room, she wondered how she could get all this stuff to go away. She took the envelope and closed it, her room cleared and the music stopped. Interesting, she thought. After experimenting with the envelope for a bit (Opening and closing it) she started to wonder who sent it to her.

Harry and Ron came to escort her to lessons, and she looked at them fearfully, beginning to suspect a spell.

It was like this throughout the day, boys kept coming up to her and asking where she was going, then escorting her there. At one stage the entire Hufflepuff Qudditch team walked her back from Herbology to lunch.

That evening she went to see Ginny in the Gryffindor common room. After hearing the entire story, Ginny sat back in her armchair and nodded. Before she could speak, George burst into the common room. Fred, who had been sitting in the chair nearest Hermione without actually joining in their conversation smiled at him.

"Don't you smile at me." George growled.

"Okay," He pulled the corners of his mouth down.

"Don't smirk either!" Fred looked confused.

"What's wrong, George?" He looked genuinely confused, and glanced at Hermione for help.

"That's what's wrong, right there!" He pointed at Hermione. "You knew I liked Hermione, but you still went off with her."

"Oh god…" Hermione held her head in her hands as Harry and Ron joined in the fight.

"You went off with Hermione, did you?" Ron was advancing on his older brother.

"Yeah, so?" He looked at them all unabashed. Angelina glared at Hermione.

"What happened?" Harry moved towards him, fists clenched.

"Yeah." Angelina stood up, "What happened, Fred?"

"As if I'm going to tell any of you." Ron launched himself at his brother, stopped by George, who launched himself faster at Fred, knocking him to the floor.

"I've loved Hermione for years!" Ron shouted over the noise of Fred shouting at George. They all stopped and looked at him.

"So have I!" shouted Harry. Ron punched him, Harry staggered then launched himself at Ron, knocking him onto the fighting twins. Seamus stood up. "You're all lying!"

Everyone stopped and looked at Seamus. "I love her more." He came and knelt by Hermione's feet, only to be jumped on by Fred. Neville was going very red, tears forming in his eyes. "I… I…" he stormed off into his room, as did many of the boys from lower years. Dean Thomas sat in the corner looking very pale.

"Oh, this is ridiculous." Hermione stalked out of the common room, and went back to her own.

Things got worse. Fights started in the halls, on three occasions, Harry and Ron had attacked guys who tried to talk to her. She spent most of her time running in-between classes, or hiding in the loos. The bell went and she grumbled, picking up her bag and peering cautiously around the corner. Taking the corridor at a run, she sped around a corner and then fell backwards.

"Geez, Granger, where you going at that speed? The library get some new books in?"

"I'm late for potions." She mumbled, getting back on her feet.

"Maybe you're just hiding again, it's kind of you to do that, save the world from your Mudblood."

"Get lost, Malfoy." She stormed away, breaking into a run again; she didn't stop until she reached the potion's lab.

"Ah, I see Miss Granger is kind enough to join us." Snape sneered at her. "Ten points from Gryffindor and you'll be serving detention with me tonight."

Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville all leapt to their feet in protest. "If Grangers fan club doesn't sit down this instant, they will also be serving detention with me tomorrow." They all flushed red and sat down. Pansy watched them with narrow eyes, this wasn't supposed to happen…

A few minutes later, Draco sauntered into the classroom and took his seat. "Detention tonight, Mister Malfoy." Snape didn't turn around from the board, where he was writing the ingredients for a potion to cure hiccups.

Draco kicked the table, and opened his book.

Hermione kept her head down, on her work. She wanted answers, right now. Why was Neville looking at her like that? Why was Harry chopping her beozar so carefully? Why are Harry and Ron throwing each other dirty looks? Two days have gone past and the only thing that has changed is that all the guys in the entirety of the whole school now hate each other, she was beginning to suspect that the condition was not heterosexual, Parvati kept glancing at her and giggling.

It was stupid, it was a spell. She turned and saw Crabbe giving her the eye. Turning quickly, she saw that Ron was scowling at Crabbe. Oh god, not again, she had already had to stop Ron from almost killing a first year that smiled at her. Ron started to walk over to Crabbe like a man possessed, when Hermione grabbed his arm. "Don't."

He scowled at Crabbe, who cracked his knuckles. "Fine." He got on with his work sulkily.

That night…

Hermione took the hood of her cloak down as she stepped into Snape's classroom for detention. "What's with the disguise, hiding how ugly you are?" Draco was leaning back on his chair.

"What're you doing here?"

"I'm here for my own enjoyment." He scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

"Oh no, you're not here to…escort me anywhere, are you?"

Draco snorted, "Get over yourself, Mudblood, I have detention."

"Oh good," she smiled at him. "That's the nastiest thing anyone has said to me all day, thank you so much."

"Anytime." He shot her a strange look. She just sat back on her chair and sighed in relief. "Issues…"

Snape swept into the room suddenly. "Malfoy, you are to clean out the pickling jars by hand, no magic." He groaned and looked to the shelf, where eighty huge jars stood. "Granger, step this way."

Something that didn't resemble any form of hate alighted Snape's features as he looked at her. Icy fingers of fear closed around her heart. Exactly how far did this spell reach? He opened the door and waited for her to enter his office.