Thanks to everyone who has reviewed…a whole TWO people! It's all good, I love you two for reviewing. And now here's chapter two. It's a bit short and a bit on the boring side. Not too boring I hope. Enjoy!

That Day in Transfiguration Class

She woke up as a light blinked in her face. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at her alarm clock.

7:00

She had been asleep for about 2 hours. The time passed so slowly without him. She sniffed loudly and looked around her room. There were pictures of her, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the others peering at her from the walls. There weren't any pictures of him. That was quite obviously because if anyone came in, they would freak out on her. No, she kept an extra drawer full of albums with just the two of them and the memories they had made together.

She opened that drawer now and took out an album. She began to laugh as she looked at each picture, remembering the sound of his voice, the smell of his cologne, the looks on his face. She came to a particular picture that was taken back in their second year. They weren't really friends or even good acquaintances back then but she had managed to take a picture of him when he wasn't looking. Yes, very stalker-like, she knew, but she couldn't help it. He was bent over doing his work (in transfiguration class she presumed, she didn't really care) with his hair slicked back and glistening in the light. His silver eyes were focused and concentrating on turning a bird into a water goblet. She could remember that day as if it were only yesterday.

"Turn to page 453 where there is a detailed explanation of what we will be doing today. Today, we will be turning animals into water goblets. Ah, Mr. Weasley, let's try you. One…two…three…feraverto," said Professor McGonagall to Ron as she approached him after demonstrating the task at hand.

Ron nodded and took out his wand. He cleared his throat and began casting his spell, "Feraverto!" Unfortunately, he hadn't pronounced the spell properly and on top of that, his wand was broken and had been taped down with selo tape. The rat he was trying to transfigure turned into a hairy goblet with a moving tail instead of a stem. The entire class burst out laughing.

Hermione suddenly thought of something and raised her hand to ask the professor about it. "Professor, I was wondering if you could tell us about…the chamber of secrets."

The whole class quieted down and looked at the professor expectantly and curiously. Professor McGonagall looked flustered but decided to answer the question.

"Very well then. Well, all of you know that Hogwarts was founded many years ago by the four greatest wizards and witches of the century: Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Godric Gryffindor, and Salazar Slytherin. Now, three of the founders existed quite harmoniously with each other, one, however did not."

"Three guesses who," said Ron.

The professor ignored him and continued, "Slytherin wanted to be more selective about the students admitted to Hogwarts, but the other three would always object. It was rumored that he built a hidden chamber inside the very walls of this castle with a monster concealed inside the chamber that only the heir of Slytherin can control. The heir would release the monster, and by so doing, purge the school of all those, who in Slytherin's view, were unfit to study magic."

"Muggleborns," Hermione finished for her. The professor nodded.

"Of course, the school has been searched many times, and no such chamber has been found."

"Professor, what exactly, does legend say, lies within the chamber?" asked Hermione.

"It is said to be the home of a monster," said the professor in a voice that sent chills through the classroom.

Hermione felt a pair of eyes on her back the entire time the professor was talking. She turned around and her chocolate eyes met with cold silver ones. He seemed to have a mixture of emotions present in his eyes. Hermione couldn't really tell what he was trying to convey, but she did catch the look from him that clearly said 'you're next.' It sent a sudden chill down her spine. She turned around to face the front of the room, but found that she could not concentrate for the rest of the class period.

Hermione remembered with clarity the immense fright that was present in her that year. It was the year that the basilisk was set loose and was attempting to kill off all the muggleborns at Hogwarts. Every single time someone would get petrified, she couldn't help but fear that she was next. It was also the year the she had feared that Draco was actually evil; that he might actually have been the heir of Slytherin. Of course, after the whole incident, she couldn't believe that she had even considered such a notion.

He may have hated muggleborns, but she knew that he could never cause intentional harm to anyone. He was harmless, but boasted a strong demeanor. He was so very intimidating, and just the thought of him made her shiver. She remembered all the times they had together. If only they had lasted forever.

He woke up with a start as the train gave a jolt. He groggily looked at the window and found that they had just stopped for a few minutes. They would be on their way soon enough. He looked at his watch.

7:00

He looked at the ground by the train tracks and saw a slithering object in the dirt. He squinted and saw that it was a snake. He shivered; it was a harmless snake, but every time he saw one, he remembered the horrible happenings of that one year where it seemed that all hell had broken loose.

Of course, everyone had thought it was his entire fault because he seemed to be the perfect scapegoat. Were people seriously that stupid? He couldn't harm an ant let alone a human being. Ok, so maybe that's a bit exaggerated. He could hurt an ant but you get the point. He was quite harmless. Draco remembered that one day where the entire story suddenly became clear to him. That one day in Transfiguration class.

Draco had been staring blankly at the front of the Transfiguration classroom as Professor McGonagall explained the lesson to them. He watched inattentively as she turned a bird into a pristine water goblet. He also watched as she approached Weasley and asked him to demonstrate. Draco suddenly snapped to attention.

"This should be a good laugh or two," he thought with a smirk.

He watched as Ron turned his rat into a hairy goblet with a moving tail as a stem, and laughed along with the rest of the class. He stopped laughing when a hand shooting up into the air caught his attention. It was that bookworm, Granger.

"What does she want," thought Draco, "does she want to show us how it's properly done?" He snorted.

Apparently, Granger had something else on her mind. He heard her ask something about the chamber of secrets. His head immediately snapped to the professor as he saw her debate about whether or not she should object at her impertinency.

No, the professor began describing in great detail the legend of the chamber of secrets. She told every single aspect of the legendary story that Draco knew so well because it had been told to him countless times. So instead of focusing on the professor, he looked at Granger as her face became paler and paler by the second.

He stared at her for the few minutes Professor McGonagall was telling the tale in great detail and he found that Granger was frightened. This was news to him. Since when was the bookworm frightened? She knew practically every spell from here to Timbuktu, and she is certainly not defenseless. He watched her in deep interest, and she must have felt his eyes boring into the back of her head because she turned around a few seconds later. Their eyes met and he felt a jolt go through him. He tried his best to keep his expression indifferent, and he found that he could not look away. She looked at him with a confused expression as if she were trying to read into the depths of his soul. He quickly put on a nasty smirk that clearly told her 'you're next.' She obviously got the idea because she turned around quickly and looked straight ahead.

Once her back was to him, Draco collapsed in his seat and took a deep breath. One look in her eyes took his breath away, quite literally. He didn't know what was going on with him. She was a mudblood and he was a pureblood. They were completely different breeds of human, in his eyes. So why did she provoke such interest in him? He certainly had no idea, and he certainly did not want to find out. Professor McGonagall set a bird in front of him, and he immediately began working to turn it into a water goblet to take his mind off the disturbing issues. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn't even notice a sudden flash come from somewhere in front of him.

He laughed as he remembered the day she showed him the picture she had taken of him that day in secret. The picture showed him with his brow scrunched up in frustration and he was biting his lip hard. That was the day that he had started becoming frightened. Not for him, but for her. She was in danger and he knew it, and he was so worried the day that she was hospitalized. He wouldn't have admitted that he was concerned back then, but he didn't fear to admit it now. Things had changed. They had changed. Above all, he had most definitely changed. She was everything to him now, and she always had been. He was just too stupid to acknowledge it before.

So, I have decided how this story is going to go. Well, if you didn't notice in the first chapter, the two are in their sixth year now. I have decided that I am going to describe one memory from each year, and each chapter will be one memory. I already did the memory from the 1st year in chapter one, and this chapter was the memory from the second year, and the next chapter will be a memory from their third year, and so on and so forth. I hope you get the picture. The memories will end at the sixth year, and I will probably add another chapter to wrap things up. Ultimately, I am aiming to make this story about 7 chapters long. How does that sound? Please leave a review!