Author Note – With love from Sophini – Hi :) Again. Yes, I still feel like my writing is being typed to a brick wall but hey! I got another review! Thank you to Darth Gojira for the lovely review. What's your fanfiction's called? I want to go review them now. BUT GUYS! Seriously! It may sound like a load of rubbish but author's thrive on reviews! Honestly. At the moment, I feel like no one likes Guess who! My other fictions with chesire are going well but Guess who is a bit of a failure! So please, help! Yes, I know I'm going on and on at you but please guys! Review!

"Why so surprised?" Draco frowned, "You really hadn't figured it out?"

They were still sitting in the Three Broomsticks, mostly because Hermione was still in shock after having found out that Draco was her "admirer".

"NO!" Hermione shrieked, "You... You hate me!"

"I don't hate you..."

"You attacked me! Twice!"

"Well... That was a simple misunderstanding," Draco shrugged.

"Misunderstanding?" Hermione repeated, "Is that supposed to be some sort of apology?"

"If you want it to be," Draco replied.

"You have a real way with words, Malfoy," Hermione snapped.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Draco demanded.

"What I mean, ferret, is that that was a shitty apology!" Hermione scowled, "If you admire me so much then you should know that I don't like apologies like that! If you're going to apologise, then do it properly!"

"Well, how would you have me apologise?" Malfoy frowned.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." With that Hermione rose, grabbed her bag and tried to leave.

However, she seemed to be rooted to the spot.

"I'm stuck..." Hermione said slowly, "You're doing this, aren't you?"

"Doing what?" Malfoy asked innocently.

"Just let me go!" Hermione demanded.

Draco was really starting to peeve her off and she didn't like it.

And to think, I thought that this would go better than my meeting with Neville, Hermione scoffed.

"At least stay and finish your drink," Draco insisted, "Sit."

Despite Hermione's efforts, her knees buckled and she fell back onto the chair.

"What are you doing to me?" Hermione hissed.

She wasn't comfortable with this.

Draco didn't reply and continued to sip his Fire Whiskey.

"You know, the diamonds in that necklace really bring out your eyes," He commented, "Even if it was from a Muggle store."

Draco let his eyes roam over her body.

She looked good.

Even if she was Muggle scum.

"What do you want from me?" Hermione whispered. Draco was starting to frighten her.

"I want you to learn to love... To experience love... To be loved in return," Draco said slowly, reaching out across the table with his hand, "Give me your hand."

Hermione tried not to but her hand seemed to have a mind of its own.

Slowly, it rose onto the table to find and entwine with Draco's.

Draco smiled in satisfaction and started to caress Hermione's hand with his, tracing the patterns on her skin.

"See? It's not so bad," Draco soothed as Hermione flinched at his touch.

Although... She had to admit, it felt better than when Neville did it.

"Come sit beside me," Draco ordered.

Obligingly, Hermione's body did as he said, coming around the table to sit so close to him that Hermione's mind was screaming in protest.

"How are you doing this?" Hermione murmured.

"With love," Draco grinned, a smile flashing at her and leaving her breathless.

Despite what she thought of him, he was stunning.

"Love?" Hermione repeated.

"Yes," Draco said so quietly he was basically mouthing the words, making Hermione watch his lips intently, "Love makes anything possible."

"Draco..." Hermione whispered his name.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"There's no such thing as love."

Hermione tried to rise again and found that she could.

Whatever she'd said had broken Draco's hold over her.

And she was getting out of there before he could re-establish it.

With a snarl, Hermione tore the necklace and bracelet off and threw them down on the table in front of her.

"Keep your damn gifts!"

Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed out of the Three Broomsticks as Draco scrambled to his feet and sprinted after him.

"HERMIONE! WAIT!" Draco bellowed as Hermione weaved through the throng of Hogswart's students, making her way out of the village.

"HERMIONE!" Draco yelled as he pushed a group of first years out of his way, "HERMIONE! WAIT UP!"

"You OK, Draco?" Crabbe asked, materializing beside him along with Goyle.

"No, I'm not bloody OK!" Draco raged, "It didn't work! She broke my hold on her!"

"Even with the necklace?" Goyle frowned.

Draco nodded rigidly and continued to push his way through the crowd, pushing a sad looking Longbottom into a teacher on the way.

"But Lord Vold-" Goyle began.

"I KNOW WHAT HE SAID!" Draco roared as they exited the village, "He said it would work as long as I kept the charm on her while she was wearing the necklace, she would do anything I wanted."

"You know she's not going to be happy with what you did to her," Crabbe commented.

"What? Putting a love charm on her?" Draco laughed.

"Well... Yeah. It's dark magic..." Crabbe frowned.

"Oh shut up, Crabbe!" Draco commanded, "Just go and try to cut her off! You and Goyle are faster than me..."

The three quickly opened a gate to a nearby field and strolled inside before ducking down and changing into their animgus forms... Goyle a pheasant, Crabbe a pigeon and Draco... A tiny red squirrel.

With a squawk, the two birds flew off, leaving the squirrel to hope along the wall again.

But this time, without Hermione.