Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god, OH, MY GOD. Ok, breathe in breathe out breathe in, breathe out ok good I am calm, cool and collect there's nothing wrong with me I'm not crazy, I'm not insane. I AM JUST BLOODY FINE.

After this not so little outburst draco was sitting on the edge of his bed with his chest heaving up and down at an astonishing rate, almost to the point of hyperventilation. For the last half an hour after practically sprinting up to his room, draco had been walking back and forth across his room trying to convince himself that there was a perfectly

logical explanation for what just happened in the library.

Grrrrrrrrrrr rumble rumble rumble GROWL draco looked down no longer able to avoid his hunger. It was dinner but as draco really didn't want to go down to the dinning hall after what had happened therefore decided to make a little trip down to the kitchens. With that draco got off his bed with an enormous groan from both him and the bedsprings both not wanting him to leave at all.

Walking down to the kitchens it suddenly dawned on him that to reach the kitchens he would have to go through the dining hall. "GOD DAMMIT, WHY IS NOTHING GOING RIGHT TODAY?" this was what draco screamed as he approached the large oak doors. As he opened them they emitted a very audible SQUEAK. The dull roar that had occupied the hall a minute before was now so silent you could hear a pin drop. Every single head in the hall had stopped whatever they were doing and slowly turned around and fixed their eyes on him. Every single person except one who had her face buried behind a book. Draco glared at her before glaring everyone else and stalking towards the doors that lead down to the kitchens.

Once outside the doors draco leaned against them the color finally coming back onto his face. The picture of hermione behind that book and potter and weasely laughing him; harry especially so.

'Stupid potter' draco fumed as he tickled the pear rather roughly. He entered the kitchen and a hundred little house elves gather around him beaming up at him. One of the house elves squeaked through the crowd 'what can we get for you master malfoy.' Um… Just bring me some stuff from dinner. Draco sat down at one of the long tables and put his head down and waited for whatever food the house elves would bring him.

The smell of roast beef and pumpkin juice was just enough to get draco to pick his head up. Two little house elves were coming towards him with a flagerd (I don't even know if this is a word, but it sounds likes something J.K. wrote, so please tell me if this is correct, if not please tell me what should be used instead.) of pumpkin juice and an assortment of roast beef sandwiches. The tray had barely been set down when draco dug in, being very hungry since only eating a bit at breakfast. Exactly an half an hour later the platter which had previously held the sandwiches and pumpkin juice were sparkling clean, every last morsel eaten.

Draco exited the kitchens only to come about one inch from the thing that was always on his mind. There she stood hermione granger in all her prettines….no not prettiness, this is granger you are standing right in front of. In fact they were so close that he could smell her breath which, he was surprised to discover smelled all nice and minty fresh. He mused for a second what it would be like to kiss those minty smelling lips before a rather loud COUGH was heard from somewhere in front of him. Draco forced himself to focus on two flesh colored blobs directly in front of him. His eyes focused a bit more and saw that the two flesh colored blobs were indeed scarface and the currently bright red weasel. The weasel was glaring at him so hard he thought he might either blow up or have his pop out of his head. Scarface on the other hand wasn't glaring at him at all, but holding back the weasel and smirking at him and hermione. Totally confused at his lack of malice draco walked past a now curious hermione glaring at the weasel and pothead before saying 'red really isn't your color' and out the door.

Making his way across the hall draco couldn't, but think about the little incident that had just happened back by the kitchens. He had been so close to her and she hadn't even done anything she just stood there breathing her heavenly minty breath on him in short little puffs. He didn't even know if she was looking him in the eyes, he was too preoccupied with their close proximity and his own rampant heartbeat to notice anything else. Then there was potter and weasely, weasely was nothing new, he always looked like was going to explode, but potter a.k.a. the-boy-who-refused-to-croak was acting weird, for the last two times he had seen him he had been smirking the most annoying smirk ever. It was the kind of smirk that said I-know-something-you-don't and it was even more infuriating when it was aimed at him. 'I hate not knowing things, especially when it comes to St. potter' draco fumed. 'Hmmm… where should I go next, I really don't want to go back to my dorm, hmmm… where to go, where to go, not the library grangers probably there and I don't need another run in with her, no matter how much I would like to. Ah, hell I'll just go back to my dorm at least there I can lie on my back and look at this little spot on the ceiling that looks remotely like a beaver.'

Draco trudged down to the dungeons not really wanting to go to bed yet or look at that little beaver like thing. Draco flopped onto his bed and groaned its Monday tomorrow, great a whole entire week of granger, yay, I'm so happy. I'm kind of sleepy it's only 10:00 though :yawn: this must be some sort of after effect of the :yawn: potion :yawn:. 'goodnight' yawned draco at the little ceiling beaver before falling asleep.