I had to wright another chapter right away! You see some girl said she would explode if I didn't update soon and I didn't feel like losing a fan, plus I didn't feel like having a policeman show up on my doorstep.

This is for you Willowpelt12!

"Hermione!" Ginny said, in a sing-song voice. She entered her dorm and saw Hermione with her nose in a book. She rolled her eyes. God, does she ever take a break? Ginny thought, as she flounced across the room to Hermione's bed.

Hermione jumped, startled.

Ginny frowned. Hermione had been really jumpy lately; she was beginning to get worried.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

Hermione put on an innocent face. "Yeah, of course. Why?" She asked, calmly.

"Well, you've seemed pretty... off lately. Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

"Positive."

Ginny smiled. "Good," She sat on the edge of Hermione bed and continued. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, ask away!" Hermione sat up and closed her book, letting Ginny know she had her full attention.

"Have you noticed anything... strange about Malfoy lately?" She asked, looking into the brunettes eyes, searching for an answer.

Hermione looked a tad bit startled, but quickly composed herself. "No. What do you mean?"

"Well, last night I saw him staring at you from across the Great Hall at dinner. He looked... troubled of some sort."

"Oh, well, that is a bit odd." Hermione said, nervously fiddling with her duvet. She knew something was up; even Ginny noticed.

"Well, just watch out and... be careful. I don't know what I would do without you." Ginny said, with concern surrounding her eyes.

Hermione smiled. "Don't worry. Nothing is going to happen to me." I hope, said a tiny voice in her head.

Hermione had been sitting in the library for hours studying the History of House Elves. Of course, when the essay had been assigned, everyone, but Hermione, weren't to happy about the assignment.

She was having trouble though, wich was surprising. It was just all the stress she was under.

1) The twins were harassing her.

And 2) Malfoy was freaking the fuck out of her!

She had noticed that now, not only does he stare at her, but he follows her! If she's in the courtyard, so is he. If she's by the lake, so is he. If she was in the library, so was he.

"Heeeelllloooo," A familiar voice said behind her. She stiffened. She knew it wasn't one of the twins, thank god! But wich was worse the twins or... Malfoy. "What? You're not gonna answer? Well, that just won't do, now will it?"

He walked up behind her and leant down, his hands propping on each side of her body. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. She shivered, goose bumps all over her body.

"Remember that... incident last week? You know the one where I saved you?" He whispered, his lips to her ear. She nodded. "Well did you ever think that you... owed me?"

She shook her head. He chuckled. "Of course you didn't, because you're selfish."

"Don't even think about calling me selfish." She let out a squeak when he pulled her head back by her hair.

"Did I say you could talk?" He snarled, his lips brushing her neck. She shook her head. He smirked at how pathetic she looked, at his mercy. He pulled her head towards his, his lips crashing down onto hers in a bruising kiss.

But the kiss didn't long, because two arms pulled him off of her. Hermione shocked to see George Weasley holding Malfoy in a head-lock.

She saw Fred soon enough. He looked at her concerned. Wait, why the hell was he concerned?

"Hermione? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked, worriedly. God, she was starting to think they were both bipolar.

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

She looked into his eyes. She was shocked at what she saw. There was concern and love in his eyes right now. What the...?

"George I think he's had enough. Let him go." He said, not taking his eyes off of Hermione.

"What? He was kissing her!" George barked, his grip tightening.

"He's right. You're going to end up breaking his circulation off. Just let him go." Hermione butted in.

George rolled his eyes. "Fine." He let Malfoy go and let him drop to the floor.

"Come on Hermione, we'll walk you back to the common room." Fred said, offering her his hand. She hesitated, but took it anyway.

God, they were both confusing!

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