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Just as the trio reached the last hall to their destination, the Griffindor common room, Harry turns to his two best friends and tells them he needs to take care of some business. They shouldn't worry about him and they should not wait up for him.

Ron turns over to his best girl friend before answering to her cracking heart.

"Don't worry, Hermione, he will come around and see what is right in front of him before it is too late."

Hermione just gives him a sad, small smile before entering the common room.

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"So, what were you doing talking to 'them'?" Draco interrogates the new girl, who frowns at the way he says the question.

"What's it to you?" she asks trying to pull her hand away from his arm.

"I just want to know what a girl as great as you would have anything to do with people like them. They are not like us, Heather, and as so, we shouldn't be seen near them."

"Like I'd asked before, people like what?" She asks finally being able to pull her hand out of his strong hold.

She turns to him with both hands on her hips. Somewhere in the back of his mind this action reminded him of the bookworm, mud blood, head girl, but it just didn't register.

"You know, muggle lovers." Draco says dismissively.

"And what exactly is wrong with that, Malfoy?" she asks narrowing her eyes at him.

"This is Hogwarts, hun, it is well known that people of our standards, Slytherins mainly, don't interact with… them."

"That is good to know." Heather says stopping her glaring at the blond boy. "I'll see you around, or probably not."

With that Heather fixes her bag on her shoulder and walks away from the stun blond. Who's only reaction at the moment is to stare at her retrieving back.

'What did I say that got her like that?' Draco finally thought after awhile before deciding to go looking for his friends. Letting her go for now.

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It has been three days and Heather has yet to look over to Draco Malfoy. In that time the Slytherin god has felt nothing but annoyance at the fact that the beautiful new girl has decided that his presence alone was unworthy of her personnel.

It was on that third day at lunch time that he had enough. He and his 'friends' where hanging out on their usual spot on the long table, while the dark curl head of the new girl was barely visible over the big book she was reading as she ate an apple to go with her chips.

"So, why is the new girl all the way over there, Dracy-poo?" the girl hanging on his arm, Pansy Parkinson, asks after following his line of sight for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. "Did you already bed her, and toss her to the side like all other girls that aren't worth your time?"

"No, I will say that by the way he has been looking her way it happen a whole lot differently," Blaise Zabbini chips in with a snigger. "I think she dumped him after seeing how little his li…"

"Shut up!" Draco exclaims. "Just leave me alone."

He gets up from the table, and without looking back goes up to the library were he finds another witch with similar curls, except in a lighter shade sitting and reading an even bigger book.

"Granger," Draco says coming to the witches table. "I never thought you will be someone that will miss lunch with your friends. I haven't seen you do that since first year."

"None of your business, Malfoy." she says without looking up from her book. "By the way, what are you doing here. I am pretty sure you don't miss lunch either."

"None of your business either." he then sighs and takes a seat on the table next to hers.

"Is there a reason why you are sitting so close to me?" she asks looking up in annoyance.

"Just absorbing you, Granger."

"Hey, Hermione why…" the voice that cuts in stops as he sees who is sitting near his best friend. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" he asks with venom in his voice.

"Just sitting here, relaxing. Looking at how gorgeous Granger got over the summer." the blond answers with a smirk.

"Well I suggest you look at your own kind that way if you don't want to be hex to next month, ferret."

At that the blond stands up quickly.

"Hey just because you can't appreciate what is right in front of you Potter doesn't mean others can't."

"You leave Hermione alone." Harry says raising his wand to the blond. "If I see you bugging her again you will not be so lucky next time."

Hermione grabs her best friend's arm and starts to drag him away.

Once she locks them in the nearest broom closet she looks at him with her hands on her hips, this somehow reminding him of someone, but he couldn't figure out who. All he saw was what Draco was talking about.

The beautiful woman that has return from summer.

"Do you mind explaining what that was about?" she asks her best friend, the one with the messy black hair and gorgeous green eyes.

"About what?" he asks after a few minutes of silence.

"It was like you were just trying to pick a fight with Malfoy for a apparently no reason." she says crossing her arms over her chest at his strong gaze.

"Have I told how beautiful you are?" he asks taking her off guard. "I mean, you really have change since the end of sixth year. Not that I didn't think you were beautiful before, but…"

"Harry what are…"

Before she can say another word Harry had cover her mouth with his giving her a mind blowing, blood warming, bone melting kiss. Which she returns making him feel the same.

In the library Draco is still sitting on the table next to the one the Griffindor was just in.

'I need to do something about, Heather.' he thinks as he waits for the bell to signal that lunch was over. 'She needs to tell me what I have done for her to all of suddenly ignore me. First, I need to get her attention. And I just know the way to do so.'

With that the blond gets out of his chair and heads to his next class.

Short but not so bad.