Last time on Potion's class:

Hermione POV:

"Malfoy. Could I smell you for a quick second?" she asked. Oh god. Please don't say that she's blushing.

"What? Why?" he asked, laughing in an uncomfortable manner, "wait. Did you smell me in the amortentia?" he laughed again.

Maybe.

Hey Guys!

This is a filler chapter.

It is short and so I will have to make you guys wait a while for the next chapter which will be more detailed and interesting :P

PS: I'm not J.K. Rowling

Hermione's POV:

"Er, no, of course not!" She stuttered, "Why would I like a ferret like you?"

"Well, I'm handsome, charismatic and yet you still wouldn't like me?" He moved towards her, smirking.

Dam, he was really dishy.

He had the handsome features of an aristocratic man, a pointed nose and carefully styled blonde hair. He seemed to have a great body judging that he plays quidditch, Hermione thought.

His bright silvery eyes were staring right into Hermione's soft hazel eyes, Hermione blushed.

Oh god, someone please interrupt this very awkward situation I'm in.

"Hem, hem" Harry interrupted, "I'm sorry to interrupt your whatever the hell was going on there but could I borrow Hermione for a moment?"

Wow, that was fast. Thank you so much Harry. I will love you forever

Draco's POV:

Goddam Potter interrupting.

She looked thankful at Harry as she walked away with him in a deep and intense discussion. Does she really hate me that much? Am I that rude?

Draco sighed to himself.

Of all the girls I had to fall in love with.

It's bloody Granger.

Why granger?

Draco sighed again as he picked up his books and left as the bell went. It's probably just the bloody amortentia that's mixing up his emotions. Damn potions. Damn Granger.