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DRACO MALFOY'S P.O.V:

"So-oooo tell me again why you're doing this," Draco said as he followed Marcus down the hall.

"Because I was thinking," Marcus said turning his head with a jokesters grin on his face. "Something you know I don't do much, and well I thought maybe its time I got these teeth checked out, you know, in case there's something wrong with them, so I'm going today," Draco stopped and looked at his watch, 7:30 am on a Saturday. He agreed; Marcus did need something done with his teeth, but why he chose today when he could be sleeping in… Draco just couldn't find a reason. He started to walk, a yawn escaping his mouth.

"And I'm coming because…?" Marcus turned and smirked.

"Because I need someone else's opinion on what I need, other than a half crazy nurse," Draco took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I know what you need, and you wont find it in a nurses office," he said as he tagged along behind Marcus. "It's called a 'breath mint'!"

HERMIONE GRANGER'S P.O.V:

Hermione woke up at 10 and looked around the common room.

I guess after Flint invited me on a Study Date last night I must have had flopped on the couch and watched the fire until I fell asleep.

Suddenly remembering her study date, Hermione perked up and ran upstairs. Grabbing some clothes, she flew into the bathroom and into the steam room where the shower was.

"Why in such a rush Granger?" Draco's voice came from the basin. "After all, it is a Saturday!" Hermione, who was naked by now, poked her head around the curtain the separated the steam room from the rest of the bathroom.

"It's really none of your business Malfoy!" she said in a bittersweet tone. "Oh and put some clothes on!"

It was true, Draco Malfoy stood at the sink with only a towel around his waist. Hermione ducked her head back through the curtain and, making sure the curtain was fully shut, stepped into the shower. Her skin welcomed the hot water as it flowed through her hair and freely down her back, caressing her scalp in the process.

"Now, now Granger, I was only asking," Draco said. Hermione could see his shadow walk past the shower. "Though why I should bother is beyond me!" Hermione suddenly heard a noise that sent her blood as cold as the water down her back. She screamed and turned the nozzle away from her.

The little prick had flushed the toilet!

DRACO MALFOY'S P.O.V:

Feeling pleased with himself, Draco walked down the corridor and past the Great Hall, which was still full of students, eating, talking and just killing time.

Well, nothing to do, time to be evil! Draco walked past a group of girls and winked at one who he knew. Many people would think he was flirting, when in fact he was inviting. The girl excused herself from her friends and walked over to stroll with Draco.

"Hey Draco, what's up? Having a bad day?" the girl asked as she strolled along side him.

"Nah, Lexi, it's Granger," Draco replied looking the girl straight in the eyes.

Alexa Monarta, Slytherin Chaser and Best friend of Draco Malfoy, walked beside him eyes fixed on her best friend.

"Uh-oh, do I sense an unspoken attraction to our young Miss Granger?" Draco turned on her, a look that could match that of his father.

"Never!" Draco said, rage building in his voice. "Don't you ever, ever even consider that I have an attraction to that thing that calls herself a witch!"

"Just a simple question," Lexi said, her normal monotone voice returning. Draco let out a frustrated sigh, and decided that Lexi was right, it was a simple question, and he had resented it. It was like he really had feeling for Her-Granger.

"Now, if I'm not mistaken, which I'm usually not, I believe that there is a little competition going on between you and your friends, care to explain?" Draco smirked and winked at Lexi.

"You know I never explain anything!"

HERMIONE GRANGER'S P.O.V:

Perfect. That was the word that Hermione used when she looked at herself in the mirror that night, perfect. She had on a knee length cream skirt, a striped, multi-coloured long-sleeved top and her hair was tied up in a bun, with chopsticks sticking out the top. Slipping her feet into her sandals, she gathered her books. Walking down to the common room, Hermione slipped out of the portrait and made her way down to the library.

Finally making it, she sat at the back. She dumped her books on the table in the corner, where she could see the whole room, but hardly anyone could see her. Waiting for Marcus to get there, she pulled out a muggle book, 'The Book of Shadows'.

In dying, Adela and Aurora, like their sister, returned to human appearance.

Leador and Tycho helped Meath to his feet.

I wonder what's taking him so long?

Shani gently rolled up his sleeve and examined the wound. "I don't think it's too bad," she announced. "Hold still and I'll bind it."

Maybe he stood me up! Maybe it was all a joke!

"I should, er… I should thank you," Meath said with a certain reluctance.

"You're welcome," she replied, tearing a strip of cloth for a bandage. "And don't you think Tycho deserves thanks, too?"

Meath hesitated, sour-faced, before mumbling something none of them caught.

"Pardon? I couldn't quite hear that."

"I said…"He sighed. "I said … thank you, Tycho."

Or maybe I just need to be patient…

The homunculus gave a small bow. "Glad to be of assistance." Leador smiled.

"All right. When this is done we'll take what we need and get out of here. But I don't think it'll be necessary to burn the place down this time, do you, Meath?"

"You read my mind. Pity. Ouch!"

"Sorry," Shani said innocently. "Did that hurt?"

Oh look, here he comes! I'll kill him if he dawdles!

Luckily, for him, Marcus didn't dawdle, and instead walked over and sat down opposite Hermione, a smile on his face.

"Hello," he said, teeth gleaming. That's what Hermione first noticed about him, he had an air of confidence about him, and his teeth seemed… normal.

"Hi," Hermione said reaching for a book. "Shall we start?"

"Hermione?" Marcus asked, coming out of the book he was studying. Hermione looked up, smiling.

"Yes?" she answered eyes gleaming, eager to hear what he had to say.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Hermione was taken back by the question. Shaking her head Hermione smiled at him again.

"Not at the moment," she said, picking up her quill and dipping it into her ink. Writing a few lines of her essay, Hermione looked up again. "Why do you ask?" Marcus turned a shade of crimson.

"Well, I… that is… oh no reason," Marcus stuttered. Hermione smiled and continued writing.

MARCUS FLINT'S P.O.V:

Idiot! Marcus cursed, mentally kicking himself. She was there, exposed, and you just through it away! How could you be so stupid?

"Marcus?" Hermione snapped him out of his mental rant. "Come on, the library's about to close," Marcus stood, gathered his things, then walked with Hermione to the head's common room, talking all the way.

Finally reaching the head common room, Marcus turned to Hermione and smiled.

"I had a really great time tonight," he said, blushing slightly. Hermione smiled too, light from the chandelier reflecting off her graceful face.

"So did I," she said. "Maybe I'll see you in class?" there was a light tinge of hope there, but Marcus caught it.

"Definitely!" he said, before he leaned down and gently bought his lips to hers. The kiss only lasted a short time, and soon Marcus was walking away from Hermione, back to the cold depths of the Slytherin Common Room.