All through the rest of the day Hermione worried about 5:00. She didn't want to help Malfoy, she didn't want to be near Malfoy, but she had no choice. She stayed in the library awhile till it was time to go back to meet him.

Malfoy wasn't there when she went to sit in the common room at 5:00. At 5:15, Malfoy walked in.

"You're late, Malfoy." She growled.

"I didn't know you were looking forward to this so much." He said, falling back onto the Slytherin couch. Hermione sat across from him on the Gryffindor couch. She threw a pillow at him.

"I'm not, you idiot! I just want to get this over with!"

"So teach already!"

Hermione opened her notebook and began asking him questions. "So can you do the levitation spell?" He looked sheepishly at her. "Uh…no."

"Wow, you're really behind!" she exclaimed.

He gave her a dirty look. "If I were ahead, then you wouldn't be here, would you?"

She ignored him and started the lesson. 30 repulsive minutes later, Malfoy finally mastered the levitation spell. She was shocked it actually took a half hour. 'Malfoy must be more of an idiot than I thought. And that's saying something, because he is a huge idiot already.

Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. Tutoring Malfoy had been very tiring. Not only did she have to teach him, but she had to put up with his constant insults. 'And find insults to throw back at him', she thought with a small smile. At least it had only lasted 30 minutes, instead of an hour as she had previously thought. She opened her eyes and looked at Malfoy, who was currently staring at her, deep in thought. 'Probably thinking about the next insult he could use' Hermione thought, with not a small bit of scorn.

"You can go now Malfoy," Hermione said, pointing to his door. "Tutoring is over." He didn't move. "I said, tutoring is over," Hermione said louder. She looked at him in annoyance. "What do you want Malfoy?" she asked desperately. She was so tired; she didn't feel like moving to go to her room.

"Why were you looking at me during breakfast?" he asked suddenly, looking at her closely. Hermione opened her mouth, but shut it quickly. 'Why was I looking at him?' Hermione couldn't come up with an answer.

"I don't know," she admitted. She thought a bit more. "Curiousity, I guess. Your dog of a girlfriend was making high-pitched squealing noises, and I was wondering where the awful sound was coming from. And then I realized the awful sound was coming from an equally awful person," Hermione said with a bit of a grin. Not one of her best insults today, but a pretty good one, considering how tired she was. As of the last 10 minutes, all her insults had been 'Shut up Malfoy'. She frowned, remembering what he said. "Malfoy, you are such a liar. I have no feelings for you whatsoever! You keep on making up stuff! And I only fell on you once, by accident!"

Malfoy smirked at her. "I don't seem to remember you falling on me once, I remember it was twice." Hermione shook her head. "It was once, Malfoy. It was once, by accident." He continued smirking. He walked around her. Hermione was getting uneasy, he reminded her of a shark, circling its prey.

"Are you sure about that, Granger?" He looked into her dark brown eyes. "I-I-I think-yes, yes I'm sure," she said weakly, looking into his grey eyes. 'What's wrong with me? Just slap him or walk away…' Hermione's body wasn't listening to her head. He came closer. Hermione couldn't think straight when he was so close. She wondered what he was doing. Malfoy smirked at her and took out his wand. Pointing it at Hermione, he said "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Hermione yelled as she was levitated above Malfoy's head. "Malfoy put me down right now!"

Malfoy smirked again "Gladly" He let go and she was falling. 'Oh my god I'm going to die, I'm going to be hurt, I'm going to-"Malfoy caught her. '-be caught by Draco Malfoy?' She was shocked. She looked incredulously at his face, which had a triumphant and arrogant look. He dropped her on her feet.

"Malfoy…" Hermione began, but stopped. She didn't know what to say, so she said nothing. "Twice," he whispered. "It was twice." She stared at him. "Malfoy, what…?" She touched his arm to get his attention, because he was looking away.

At her touch, Malfoy turned around so fast his hair flew, covering his eyes. Flipping his hair out of his eyes, she could see that his eyes were filled with an anger that she had never seen before in his eyes, not that she looked, of course. His gaze of utter hatred frightened her, and she took a step back, but he followed her. He grabbed her hand and pushed it off his arm. Hermione yanked her hand back, afraid of what he might do.

"Don't touch me Granger," he hissed, his eyes burning into hers. "Don't you ever touch me again!" With that, Malfoy stormed back into his room slamming the door so hard that the portraits of the founders woke up.

"Miss Granger? What has Malfoy done now?" asked Godric. Salazar gave him an evil look. "It is obviously Granger who is at fault, not Mr. Malfoy." Hermione ignored them. She then sat down onto the couch, burying her face in a pillow.

Malfoy had done something so completely strange, and she didn't know what to do about. When he had caught her and smiled that conceited smile, she had felt disgusted and angry. But deep down, she thought that she had felt another emotion, which was disappointment. When he had put her down she had wanted nothing more than for him to hold her again…no she didn't. She was pretty sure she had imagined that feeling. But he changed so quickly back to the old Malfoy that she wasn't sure he had changed at all.

She truly hated him. He was her worst enemy. He was evil to the core. Most importantly, he confused her. And Hermione Granger did not like being confused. She didn't know what to think, she didn't know what to do, and she definitely didn't know what to say. So she said the first thing that popped into her mind.

"I hate you, Draco Malfoy." His answer came floating to her, although he hadn't said anything at all and he hadn't heard her. She remembered him sitting on Snape's desk with the look of arrogance that he wore almost constantly. What had he said?

"Trust me Granger, the feeling is mutual."

Hermione hoped he felt as confused as she did right now. It would serve him right for acting…that way. Exactly how he had acted, Hermione wasn't sure, she didn't know his motives behind it. She didn't know, but she was going to find out.