Heys! Thanks to anyone who read the first chapter. I really enjoy writing this. This chapter will be from both Draco's and Hermione's POV. Enjoy!

Draco's POV

"What keeps you going? An evil plan? A plot to get to Harry? Hot air?"

The second choice stung. Not because it wasn't true, but because it was. It was a simple plan in perspective, really. Boy acts excessively flirtatious around girl, girl falls in love with boy, girl's best friend (in this case, Potter) insults boy, girl defends boy and reveals secret love, girl's best friend forced to be friends with boy and a real friendship sprouts, girl's best friend tells boy all his secrets...and the rest was easy. And with his hidden charm, aristocratic good looks, and exceptional acting skills, not to mention modesty, the plan would be easily carried out.

The third option, though, made him laugh, which surprised him, and, judging by the look in her wide eyes, it surprised Hermione as well. An awkward silence followed, until he slowly parted his lips and smiled, showing his rows of perfect white teeth, and said,

"Never thought I would say it, but you're good, Granger. See you around, Mudblood," with these words, Hermione's eyebrows knotted in confusion, and he grinned to himself as he turned and loped down the path, leaving her standing behind him. He could feel her gaze on his back, but he told himself not to look back. Draco managed to get back into the school, and straight into the Slytherin common room, slamming the portrait door behind him as he entered. He walked straight past Crabbe and Goyle sitting on the couches and staring at their homework blankly, and headed into his dorm. Crabbe and Goyle, seeking an opportunity to leave their barely-touched work for another time, or until they could force some first year Gryffindor to do it, lifted themselves off of the couch with some difficulty.

"What's up, Draco?" they lumbered after him as he sat on his four poster bed, kicked off his dripping shoes, leaving them to form a puddle on the floor, and leaned back with his hands behind his head. They wrapped their meaty hands around the black bed posts, looking at him expectantly.

"Oh, nothing. Just doing a little favor for father," he sent the boys a sly wink, a smug grin on his face as he flopped his head down on his pillow and stared up at the bare ceiling.

"Does it have anything to do with-" Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, then looked at Draco's closed eyes and whispered gruffly, "him?" The boys were too afraid to mention his real name, especially at school were anyone could interfere, but they assumed Draco would know what they meant.

"Dunno what you're talking about," Draco mumbled without moving an inch. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged, taking the hint to leave, then staggered out of the room, bumping into each other's wide bodies as they both tried to squeeze through the thin doorframe at once.

Draco groaned at his friends' stupidity, then regained his relaxed position and drifted off into a quick nap. In half-consciousness, Hermione's confused but smug face swam around in his head, her soft pink, slightly parted lips in a smirk, her chocolate-brown eyes open wide and her tiny, upturned nose crinkled slightly as she furrowed her eyebrows, and shot awake. He rolled of the giant, completely blue bed, dazed and confused, pulled on a new pair of shoes that weren't dripping wet, and blindly made his way to the dungeons for Double-Potions, a giant question mark in his head.

Hermione's POV

Forgetting all about her question, Hermione shook her head to clear her thoughts, and headed back towards the school.

What just happened? she thought to herself, thinking over her encounters with both Viktor and Malfoy. Especially Malfoy. She replayed the conversation in her head, but no matter how much she thought it over, it seemed just as unusual every time, if not more. She blindly made her way back to the Gryffindor common room, so deep in her thoughts that she barely noticed when she bumped into a second-year and sent his books flying everywhere.

"So sorry," she mumbled, leaving him grumbling under his breath and picking the books up himself, then stepped through the Fat Lady's portrait where Ron and Harry were still sitting in front of the fireplace, eyes set on the parchment in front of them and tapping their quills on their chins. They didn't notice her until she flopped down on the couch in front of them, resting her head on her hand and still thinking.

"What did Professor Sprout tell you?" Ron asked, waving a hand over her glassy eyes.

"What? Oh, that. Yes, she wasn't there," she made up as she came out of her thoughts, finally remembering the question that had fallen out of her head.

"Strange," Harry said, "Must've been talking to another professor or something," he shrugged, then flipped through a couple pages of his Potions textbook. Scribbling something down, he turned back to look at her, noticing her unusual silence, "Something wrong?"

"No, I just had a really strange encounter with Vi- Malfoy," she changed her mind, stealing a nervous glance in Ron's direction as she decided not to mention Viktor's name.

"Malfoy?" he scoffed, not noticing her stare, "What did he want?"

"That's exactly the thing," she shook her head, his grin showing up in her head, the chiseled jaw line, the deep gray eyes set in his pale white skin, "I have absolutely no idea. He just came out of nowhere and started talking to me like I was some old friend. It was nonsense," she didn't dare tell them about the laugh or the last thing he had said to her before he left, and she would never reveal what she had just revealed to herself: she had enjoyed the conversation.

"Well, there's Malfoy for you," Harry snarled, clutching his quill just a little harder, "Always up to something. Don't let him get into your head."

Too late. Hermione thought, then packed up her books that were still lying on the plush red couch, telling the boys that they better hurry up if they wanted to get to class on time.

As they walked out through the portrait and towards the dungeons for their Double-Potions lesson, the only thing in Hermione's head was Draco. And she couldn't get him out.

A little disappointed that this chapter was so short. It's just a filler chapter I think, kind of a foreshadowing? I'm not sure. I'll try to make the next chapter a little longer. I also have a couple ideas for some other stories. Reviews? Thanks in advance!