AN- If the Harry Potter series belonged to me, I would be a sewer rat/mouse married to a pug (kudos to anyone who gets the reference). Enjoy this chapter!

Hermione arrived in her seat just as the bell rang. Professor Snape sneered, knowing he could not deduct points for almost being late. As he started explaining the properties of the Acerbus Vomica, Draco Malfoy strolled into the room, head held high, as if he wasn't late. He sat in his seat with a lazy and bored expression and looked up at his godfather with a small smirk.

Snape spoke in a small voice, "Mister Malfoy, after class please."

This surprised the class because:

A) Snape was holding back his favorite student

B) He said 'please'

C) He spoke in a small voice

Everyone was forcibly removed from their shocked states because Snape was threatening with house point deductions and detentions. It would be safe to say that Professor Snape wasn't in a good mood, but then again, when was he ever? He continued with the dangers of this potion which didn't interest Harry or Ron, who were sitting next to the always attentive Hermione. However, today, Hermione was not as attentive as usual. She only listened with one ear, and tried her best to retain the information. Her thoughts were on getting revenge on four certain people. The addition to her list? None other than Draco Malfoy.

'Wow. Hermione Granger? Not paying attention? Her thoughts on a certain blonde Slytherin? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?'

Ginny's voice was layered with heavy sarcasm.

'Why, hello Ginny. For you to be talking to me must mean you're not paying attention either.'

'Ergo Fred and George's new product. I'm testing it--and loving it! The only bad thing is that there are side effects…'

'May I ask what kind of product this is?'

'It's like a hologram. Right now, I look to be paying attention. Ooh, dang side effects. HERMIONE GRANGER CAN'T STOP THINKING OF DRACO MALFOY! I LOVE HARRY POTTER! Ahh, glad that's over.'

'What?! The side effects include yelling out rubbish?! You know how I feel about Fred and George's products! They're not safe! You shouldn't be testing them Gin!'

'Bahahahaha!! I'm a riot. Seriously Hermione. You think Fred or George would actually let me test their products? Nah. But I do think I should mention my brilliant idea to them…'

The silence told the sixth year redhead that Hermione was still suspicious.

'Hermione. I promise that there was no hologram thing. Well, not yet anyway. You're just hilarious when you get worked up. I'm sorry.'

'Fine. I'll see you after class, it's been way too long since I've paid any attention.'

'I'm rolling my eyes. See ya.'

Hermione tuned in to see Harry looking at her with concern tinted with amusement. Hermione looked questioning. Harry quickly explained while adding the juice of chopped roots to his sickly green potion.

"Next to a thousand emotions just flicked across your face in your dazed state."

Ron added, "It was wicked!"

Hermione looked at her cauldron knowing that she was behind. What surprised her was that her potion was a soft pink color, the color that it should be in step 11 of 13. She looked at the clock behind and stiffly-sitting Snape, and saw that she had thirty minutes before class ended. Knowing that it couldn't have been her two best guy friends that did this (they had enough trouble with their own potions), Hermione figured that she must have an autopilot, and was quite proud of herself. She looked up at the board with instructions and continued. Little did she know that someone had conjured that for her. She actually didn't have an autopilot.

As always, Draco finished a few moments before Hermione. He was an excellent potion maker, especially now that Harry didn't have that book to cheat with. He put a bit in to a glass flask and turned it in. Hermione flasked some of hers and strode up to the professor's desk. She had just seen Professor Snape mark an E for Malfoy when her flask started vibrating. A shock hit Hermione's hand and she hurriedly released the flask. Instead of dropping to the cold ground and shattering, it levitated. Hermione's voice rang out and echoed through the room.

Her words were from what she spat at Malfoy earlier in the main room of the Head dorms. They weren't her exact words for they were in a different order, and versions of "I" substituted versions of "you".

"I'm jealous of two of my best friends. It's the fact that Ginny can get a guy. Or maybe it's the fact that Harry can actually get a girl. I'm gay."

With that, the glass dropped and shattered and the liquid spurt, splattering Hermione. The potion seemed to have a stink spell put on it, and it reeked. The whole room could smell it and a few people started gagging, while everyone else plugged their noses with sour expressions.

Hermione POV

I was crying. More like bawling. I couldn't stand the embarrassment. Worst of all, this class was shared with Slytherins--the house that would NEVER let me live this down. Slytherins, damn egotistical brats--especially that ugly, vile, blonde cockroach!! I ran out of the room, blinded by tears, giving a withering glare at the one who caused this deranged mess. Rushing out the room, I heard Snape mutter, "Fifteen points from Gryffindor for making a polluting explosion."

Draco POV

When the vile levitated, I almost felt like stopping it. Hearing the words made me guilty, which I tried desperately to push away. Seeing her start to cry as each word stung her was almost unbearable. I wanted to be there--to hold her. To clean the mess that I had started and to stop the war that was surely coming. DAMN! It's time to step up my game. It's impossible to like her and she's making me soft.

The bell signaling the end of class rang, and I had a meeting with my godfather.

AN- Hey! Hope you liked. Sorry if this was a bit of a slow chapter in the beginning…that's how I felt. I dunno. Reviews greatly appreciated! Peace