"Pfft nothing, what's makes you think something's up huh? Hmmm… yeah that's right nothing, hmmm nothing is up, at all, that right there that was nothing, not anything, not one single thing he he he" Harry said nervously "what's up with you guys cause there is most certainly nothing up with me." "Well" Ron started not entirely sure what to say next "see me and Hermione here were just coming down here to eat breakfast like we always do so me saying 'what's up?' is just a greeting and not really a question cause nothins really happened since last night."
"Oh, sorry then, you know the coffee, it just makes me jittery, you don't need to take me away to the funny farm or anything" Harry said, trying his best to sound normal. "Alright, let's just forget this ever happened and start eating, we don't have very much time until potions and I want to get their early so I can get a seat in the very back." Hermione said as she sat down. "I understand not wanting to be very close to snape, but why the sudden migration to the back, we're usually in near the front, though I don't know why" Ron said looking slightly puzzled.
"Because, then Malfoy won't be able to stare at me without looking back at me to do so and I don't think he'll do that unless he really is under a love spell and can't help himself hmmm….." Hermione trailed off lost in thought. Meanwhile, as Harry heard this his mind started freaking out oh my god, she knows, eeekkk went Harry's mind, I knew she'd find out of course she's find out why wouldn't she, she's brilliant and I'm gonna be a great big pile of dust, but no she can't do that, I'm the wonder boy and I must live so she can't kill me! yay! rejoiced Harry's mind
"Harry, Harry" it was Ron and he was trying to get Harry's attention and trying to pull something from his mouth. "What" Harry said feeling mildly annoyed that his internal monologue had been interrupted. "You zoned out again and then you started chewing on your spoon and make weird noises and faces, I thought you were having a seizure" Ron said clearly relieved that Harry was okay. "No, I'm fine thanks, just thinkin' now come on we only have a couple of minutes to get to class." Harry said as the trio got up and head down to the dungeons for potions.
Even though arriving late Hermione managed to snag the last seat in the very back of the room. She noted that Malfoy looked disappointed in her choice of seating, but that meant that her plan would hopefully work and she'd see whether he'd be helpless to look at her or if by some really weird chance if he actually liked her like that.
She shuddered, but then took back her shudders, well she thought if Malfoy wasn't being all arrogant and stuck up then what would he be like, maybe he'd be tolerable, maybe even kinda nice and sweet, maybe it wouldn't be to bad if he had suddenly taken an in me. Then again maybe he'd still be his arrogant, smart ass self, but not really that mean anymore.
So Hermione decided that whatever way he was if this wasn't some weird spell then she would go with it and see where it took her cause she was open minded unlike her two best friends who would probably hold a grudge against him until the day they die.
Hermione looked up in time to hear Snape naming the partners for the day. The potion was one that Snape didn't usually do, but Dumbledore or someone must have forced him to do it. It was a beauty potion, which meant it had a spell to go with it and if mixed right and applied to the parts that were to be "beautified" the spell would change into whatever kind of make-up the spell caster wanted.
Hermione herself didn't really care for make up, but it never hurt to learn a new potion so she stopped daydreaming in time to hear Snape saying the Malfoy would be her partner. In all truth, she didn't really care about that this time cause then she could try and identify if it was a spell or a regular little crush. Surprisingly she saw Malfoy moving towards her looking slightly hesitant like she might bite. She smiled at him which made him even more unsure as he sat down next to her then stood back up again and said "why don't I just go and get the ingredients." He didn't give her any time to answer, just walked up to the front of the classroom and started measuring for ingredients.
Sigh, man this pull or whatever is almost gone, I can still feel it a little bit, but it's still there enough to bug me he thought grumpily as he measured the ingredients for the stupid girly potion they had to make. It wasn't fair he grumbled, why couldn't Snape make the girls do the frilly potion and have the guys do something macho. He couldn't think of anything right now cause he was too preoccupied with getting the right ingredients and wondering how Granger would look with make up on her.
Damn thoughts, god, I'm so glad nobody can read m thoughts, I must remember to thank father for all those occulemency lessons cause I really don't want Snape reading my mind this week. He knew this was Snape favorite pass time while his students were working other than bullying Neville. He headed back cause one can only measure ingredients for so long.
He didn't know what it was, but Granger was looking different today and not in the beauty way, but in the I know something that you don't kinda way. Eeekkk went Dracos mind maybe she knows whats been happening to me, maybe those lessons weren't as good as I thought and she's reading my mind all class and knows everything eeekkk she could be doing it right now and know that I know that she knows what I've been thinking about alright Draco stop thinking right now! No more thinking about sexy eeekkk STOP!
Oh, the fleshy thing is waving again, I must have been zoning long enough for her to notice, alright now act natural, don't do anything stupid, just be your normal self. Alright now! Draco sat down and proceeded to spill his cup of sapling bark all over their table. With a mental wince he cleaned up his half of the desk space while Hermione cleaned hers.
The rest of the lesson went by fairly well for both Draco and Hermione with the exception of Draco spilling things a couple of more times and almost adding the wrong ingredient cause he was thinking about how soft Hermione's skin looked. Hermione herself was having a fun time making Malfoy nervous cause that was something you didn't see everyday, it was like Neville actually making a perfect potion. Hermione paused in her mind to say sorry to Neville for that comment, but she couldn't help that it was true.
Malfoy was definitely not his usual self and Hermione found herself quite liking the "new Malfoy" he wasn't even sneering properly any more, he was too busy trying not to mess up the potion to concentrate on being mean even Snape was noticing this cause he kept giving them these weird glances.
By the time class was over Draco was mentally wiped out and just want to get back to his room, but of course it wasn't even lunch time yet so he would have to hold out through the rest of the day. Thank god he had history of magic next and he could just sleep for two hours.
Most of the day went by fairly quickly to the surprise of both Draco and Hermione and before either knew it, it was dinner time and Draco was actually feeling great, much less panic attacky than he had earlier that morning. In fact, he was feeling great because the pull had completely gone away and he had thankfully gotten back most of his cocky swagger and was able to look directly at Hermione without feeling any kind of pull.
He didn't feel entirely back to normal though, since potions he still had found himself thinking about Hermione and he even dreamed about a fluffy brown pillow that he could hold forever in his two hour long nap session in professor binns class. And he was hoping there was chocolate mousse for dessert tonight. His thoughts still revolved around her, but at least he was able to control himself now. He was very happy when indeed there was chocolate mousse for dessert and he took his time and imagined that he was eating her chocolate brown eyes before he got to grossed out at the imagery his mind provided for him and decided to head on up to back where he could think about Hermione in the warm shower and imagine he was holding her and then go to sleep in his bed while dreaming of floating down rivers of creamy chocolate.
A/N: yeah I know this the longest chapter I've ever written, but I felt I owned everyone who read the story and really wanted to know what came next an explanation.