AN: By the way, I have a binder full of facts that has to do with HP. I mean, I got the 1997 calendar and er, I made her schedule and what class she has with whom. lol. I'm dedicated. Lots of dialogue here.

Exorcism at Hogwarts

Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997

I looked around awkwardly, trying to grasp what just happened. I touched my lips to see if they were still there. My tongue ran over my bottom lip to taste if he had poisoned my lips. That was a stupid idea, why would I get more poison in my system? Wait, I just licked the place where Draco Malfoy's tongue was! Disgusting. (AN: -.- fail)

What happened? Why did he do this? Maybe he did try to poison me. I really should get that checked out. For all I know. Actually, he probably would do that! Hermione, keep yourself together.

I exhaled deeply.

Malfoy's door slowly inched opened and Blaise stuck his head out. He saw me lying on the floor and he quietly stepped outside, with the door still half closed. I couldn't help but wonder what it was he didn't want me to see.

"Hermione, are you alright?" I stared at him. He had the bedsheets tied neatly around his waist. I nodded as I started to stand up. Blaise lent me a hand and I took it.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk, I'm feeling a little ill." He nodded and moved a rogue hair away from my face and tucked it gently behind my ear. He gently placed a kiss on my cheek, which made me shuffle awkwardly, but I didn't have the brain-power to over-analyze it. I nodded to him a little, and walked out to the hall. I walked quickly to the Hospital Wing, running into a few people I seemed obliged to say hello to, despite the desire to really actually be alone. I didn't want to be late to class, but I can disregard breakfast. Although Harry and Ron would probably be worried about me? And check my room to see if I'm there... then possibly run into Malfoy! Can't miss breakfast. Here we are.

I swung open the doors and entered. Madame Pomfrey was not at the entrance so I waited impatiently. Soon enough, she arrived and greeted me warmly.

"Ah! Ms. Granger, how are you? Not ill, I hope. Anything wrong?" I smiled kindly. Madame Pomfrey tended to remind me of what a mother should always be like.

"No, I'm not ill. I actually hoped you'd check if there was anything wrong with me. A brief check-up, before class starts, please?" I asked.

"Sure, you're the second person already to ask me for that. Come, follow me." She led me into the ward, where there were a row of beds. She put a finger on her lips to signal that talking would wake the others up. She pointed to a bed and I sat on it, and she left half of my curtain open. She signaled to wait a minute as she went to the other bed which had the curtains closed entirely. I rested my head against the stiff hospital pillows and glanced nervously at the clock.

"You look fine, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey said, "Let's double check though."

"Malfoy?" I whispered to myself. What in the world was he doing here? Was he following me? No, of course not, he was here before me. My stomach churned and I was about ready to be sick. Unless he tapped into my mind to know what I was doing. Hermione, use your mind. Stop it.

"Looks like something might start going around soon. Both of the Heads worried about their health?" Madame Pomfrey said absentmindedly. I sighed and shook my head.

"Both? Granger's here?"

"Yes. She is. Looking at this test, you look perfectly normal, as I'd thought. Go eat some breakfast, Mr. Malfoy, you'll be fine." I heard Madame Pomfrey's shoes clank on the ground as she came towards me. She smiled at me again and took my hand. Her wand tapped my palm and I could feel a chill going through my body. The chill rushed up from my toes, around my shoulders and back down to my hand. She was feeling my pulse. "You're fine also. Just what are you afraid you have?"

"Er... I... I'm just worried, I don't want to miss class at all, and I just wanted to know if I had anything that I should watch for. Oh, is that the bell? I have to go. Thank you so much, Madame Pomfrey." I rushed out and she nodded. On my way out, I bumped into Malfoy and he gave me a look which consisted of pain, fear, insecurity. The works.

I ignored it and walked on.

Draco Malfoy, September 3rd 1997

I hope she didn't tell Blaise. She better not have fucking told Blaise. He wouldn't let me breathe without remembering it. I still haven't figured out what caused me to do that. I believe that it was the heat of the moment. I wanted to show her who was in charge and force her to do something that she would never allow. Yeah, that's what I think happened.

The Great Hall is noisy and colorful, not an ideal place to be, however it provides decent food over which the house elves have slaved over, so it makes the meal even more delicious. Bloody Granger and her organization to stop using house elves. Please! Just because she wasn't raised with them because she's a bloody muggle does not mean she has the right to try and change my wizarding world.

"Draco." I turned to see Blaise calmly take the seat next to me, moving Pansy - through difficulty - out of the way. He managed to squeeze in and turn to me. "Did anything unusual happen today with Hermione?" My heart skipped a beat.

"No, no, what do you say that?" Composure, Draco. It's usually not hard for me to keep cool. I'm managing to gain my strength back.

"Well, she was lying on the floor of the common room, shaking. Did you two have a fight or something?" His fingers slipped to hold a fork, slicing gently into a piece of egg absentmindedly, my eyes watching his fingers to avoid eye contact with my best mate.

"You could say that."

"Ah, well, don't do anything stupid, Draco. I want her, you know."

"I know, I know." Stupid mudblood.

Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997

Harry and Ron must have eaten breakfast before me, which I do understand. I had eaten my last bite when the bell rang. I rushed outside to where we were having Care of Magical Creatures. Harry and Ron looked relieved to see me as they came rushing.

"Where were you?"

"We didn't see you at breakfast."

"Yeah, and we checked the Head's Room and no one opened the portrait."

"I went to the library to get a bit of reading done," was my lie.

"Oh," said Harry as Ron looked at me with suspicion then dropped it. "Actually, Hermione we need to talk to you."

"Gather 'round, gather 'round. I got a grea' surprise for tuday," Hagrid bellowed with excitement. We made our way towards him as Harry and Ron got to my sides and started to whisper.

"Have you noticed Zabini's relationship with Malfoy? He seems to have total control over him," Harry said as Ron nodded.

"I think they're planning something. To kidnap and rape you or something." I sighed and looked at Ron.

"Ronald, they are not going to kidnap and what? Oh please! I know how to protect myself."

"Against Voldemort? Because you know they're working for him, don't you?" Ron said with accusation.

"Ron, Harry, please. I'll protect myself." It felt nice to have my friends care about my well being. Though I didn't notice until they mentioned that Blaise did have some control over Malfoy. Those two were unusual, though I do have to admit that I am falling a bit for Blaise. We'll see what happens.

After Care of Magical Creatures came Arithmancy. Nothing interesting happened there, except I managed to finish memorizing the text book which didn't prove very difficult, due to my experience with the subject. I was very enthusiastic for my third period, Mythology, which I had been waiting to learn about for decades it seemed. So right after the bell, I rushed to the other side of the school. I was completely out of breath when I got to the classroom and I spotted Blaise with Malfoy in the hall near my classroom. Malfoy froze when he saw me, his face draining as he turned toward Blaise to whisper something. He quickly dashed away when I approached, which I had absolutely no qualms with. Good riddance. Blaise came towards me and hugged me, his arms around my waist. His hug seemed slightly inappropriate. I was rarely in such close proximity with men, even Harry and Ron had a difficult time giving me such a tightly knit embrace.

"How are you, Hermione?" He asked with a kind sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm fine," I replied with my defense up.

"Are you sure? You seem a bit," he paused, his eyes running over me, "colder than usual." I swallowed, straightened my stiff body, and smiled politely. Harry and Ron were completely wrong.

"I-I'm okay, Blaise. Do you have mythology too?"

"Oh, no. I'm here to see you. Draco has it though, which... might be a problem between you two. But, I had something I had to ask you." I stared at him with curiosity. He looked away, as if he was nervous and didn't want to make eye contact. He grabbed my hands in his and started, "I... I was wondering if you were doing something today - er, I mean, tonight." He looked at me as if expecting me to hit him.

"I'm not doing anything, Blaise, why?"

"Will you go out to dinner with me?" I smiled and bit my bottom lip, trying not to laugh at his pout. Despite the earlier predicament, Blaise had an air of calming and soothing peace about him, causing me to relax. The bell rang and I gasped looking around, late students were running around frantically trying to get to class. "Hermione."

"Yes? Oh. Yes. Yes, Blaise. I will." The largest grin came upon his face as he lowered his head and kissed my on the cheek and let me go. I smiled back, rushed, and ran to class.

The classroom was small, with about fifteen students in the class. There was one seat left, and it was directly in front of Malfoy. No wonder. Who would want to be near him? I sighed and took a seat, looking around. The classroom was adorned with pastel colors, which made me giggle. I wonder how Malfoy would feel about this color scheme. There were paintings of different mythological Gods and Goddesses, of all different origins. However, Greek Mythology stuck out, which I can't blame the teacher for. It was fascinating. My gaze wandered to the students. There were only about fifteen of us, but I recognized the top students. A lot of Ravenclaw students were in this class, three or four Hufflepuffs, only Malfoy as a Slytherin, and just a handful of Gryffindors. The office door opened and out stepped the professor. I heard a few gasps and a 'bloody hell'. I could understand why.

Our professor, Professor Rheas, was stunning. She was average height with long wavy sunshine-gold hair that fell down to the small of her back. Her large blue eyes shone proudly, and her skin was an ivory with a hint of gold. She was perfectly plump, with a full figure, and a bit of a stomach, without being too heavy. She looked like she stepped out of another century. She smiled at the classroom.

"Hello, everyone. I am Professor Serena V. Rheas. Let's get started, shall we?"

Hermione Granger, Later That Night, September 3rd 1997,

I found it completely unusual that none of the Slytherins tried to slaughter me when Blaise led me through the Potions classroom with his hand on my back, and then continued to hold my hand through the class. I suppose they respect him too much. Now, however, I'm climbing up the stairs to the Head's Room so I can meet Blaise and have our little dinner. I told Harry and Ron that Blaise and I were studying for our difficult Potions class, which they weren't too excited for, but bought nonetheless. I climbed into the portrait and walked directly to my room, ignoring Draco Malfoy who had an open book in his lap but it didn't seem to be reading it. I closed my door, dropped all my books and fell onto the bed.

What a day.

Draco Malfoy, September 3rd 1997

Blaise better watch it. For all everyone else knows, we're still Death Eaters to-be. Dating a mudblood would be condemning yourself to death. But wait! Maybe that's why I haven't heard people bitch at me. They think... they think we're going to abuse Granger? Hook her in and hurt her? I have to find out more about this.

Hermione Granger, September 3rd 1997

I'm ready, I think. Yes. My hair looks neater, and I'm wearing a simple outfit: long, sleek jeans, a V-neck crimson blouse that cuts off right above anywhere inappropriate, and a long, thin gold chain that slipped between my hidden breasts. I'm assuming we're going to dine around here. If it's something extravagant, it would be in an Astronomy Tower somewhere. No one has class today. I stepped out of my room to see Blaise looking dashing. I saw Malfoy's eyes on me, as he quickly looked back. Blaise was wearing an olive green shirt that fell on his torso with complete grace, and sleek black slacks. He looked perfect. I didn't know we had to dress up. Blaise gave me a beautiful pearly-white smile and held out his hand. I slipped mine on his, our palms pressing together gently.

"Beautiful." I blushed slightly and thanked him. "Now, I need you to trust me. Close your eyes."

I looked at him skeptically, but then I obeyed.

AN: Eh, hang in there. I know the plot is messy right now, but there's starting to BE a plot, as opposed to intros. It'll get quite interesting later on. But um. REVIEW. please? Seriously, do it. And I'll reward you with magic candy. No, seriously, do it.