Of the 19 people that had reviewed when I started writing this, 11 guessed the word, 5 recognized the A Very Potter Musical reference (WATCH IT!) and 4 people told me about their unicorn (or Pegasus ;) Since no one said all 3, I had to choose between coolgems1630, readingobsessed, xXxEpicfallxXx and Mrs. Draco Malfoy…

xXxEpicfallxXx- This one's for you! …Because of your pillow-petty-goodness.

When you guys found the word last chapter, it wasn't the author implying to the further plot, it was Hermione's feelings that were kind of in the form of an implication. With the reviews, it felt like people were commenting on my hints, when I'm not even a part of this story, just recording what happens.

In all, I found out the next day, 3 out of the 15 groups in our Potions class didn't correctly brew the counterserum. Ironically, they were the only 3 groups, other than Parvati's, that I had paid any attention to. Pansy was still constantly snogging Blaise, Ron seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of kissing Sally Anne-Perks and, depressingly and pathetically, Draco and I had obviously been a failure.

"Most of you did very well on this practical exam," Slughorn stated to the class, "Good for you, it is going to be part of your semester final. Think of it as being… a pop final," he finished with a devilish smile.

Sucks for Malfoy, I thought as I looked at the boy sitting next to me. Our eyes meeting at that moment would be a cliché, had he not been looking at me every second of every day. But this time, he looked miserable. The eyes that had almost every Slytherin girl swooning were nearly tearful. It was far too much for me, to see this usually stubborn prat become a miserable prat in only a few hours.

"Malfoy, well, you've always been the enemy, so I really have no clue how to make you feel better right now. Only how to make you feel even worse," I can't say my start was one that made him feel happier at all, "But I'll try. Last night, what you did was terrible. Did you really not think that you'd get caught? Besides that, I guess I didn't think what I said would impact you this much. I mean, Ron and Harry don't actually listen to half of what I say when I rant at them. I thought the Amortentia would have the adverse effect… I guess I need to read up on it more," I finished. This wasn't a comforting speech that I felt proud of at all, "That didn't help at all, did it?"

But instead of answering, he just brought his body in closer to mine and enveloped me in a hug. Millicent, who was just of recent trying to watch Slughorn (by looking at Malfoy, who was looking at me looking at the board), gasped dramatically. At that, the three people closest to her turned around as I was fighting to get out of his grasp.

"Geez, Draco, you scared me! For a second there I thought you were going to freaking snog me!" I exclaimed when I struggled free.

"Is that what you would have preferred?" he asked seriously.

"Merlin's teapot, Draco, you can be such a pervert sometimes!"

"Hermione," he replied with a soft smile, "You just called me 'Draco' twice for the first times ever."

I thought for a second. I guess I had just called him 'Draco' instead of the more foul-sounding 'Malfoy'. "Don't get used to it, ferret-boy. After this whole thing, people are going to be calling you a lot of things."

At that time, Slughorn started to speak louder, "And since we can't do much until these humiliating squibs are over the potion's effects, you are dismissed. Have a nice free period, students."

I gathered my books in my arm and started to walk toward the stairs to get to the Gryffindor tower. Draco snaked behind me and tried to capture my hand in his. I slapped his hand with my free hand and shifted my books so that my both my arms were carrying them.

"Let me carry those for you," Draco offered.

"Go awa—" I started, before having a thought. I only get someone to dote around me for a week. It's not my fault that person was Draco. But he still basically worships me; I should most definitely exploit the situation, "Here you go, Malfoy," I said while plopping the books in his hands, "We're going up 3 floors to the Gryffindor common room."

"Taking me to your room already, Granger?" I heard coming from somewhere behind me.

"Hunh?"

"I thought you found it sexy when I called you Granger."

I stopped in my tracks, "Anything you say immediately turns me off," I replied, using a phrase that I had heard Harry use many times. Upon thinking it over in my head, I realized that it was probably the worst think I could say in this situation.

"Oh, so if I don't say anything, I turn you on?" he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Come on, the stairs are going to move again, and I don't want to find myself back on ground level."

We walked up to the Gryffindor tower together, me taking advantage of his carrying my books. It's no secret that I could have easily done a Reducio and hid them in my robes, but this was too fun.

"Here are your books, 'Mione," he said while giving me the books.

"What? You're not going to try to get into my bed while everyone's at class?" I laughed.

"After what happened last night? Are you insane, Love?" He asked, chuckling with me, "But a thank-you-for-carrying-my-books kiss would be nice."

I smirked at his child-like antics, "Maybe next week," I replied, fully knowing that the potion would be worn off by then. Not to mention it would act as motivation for him to do nearly anything I wanted in the future.

"Well, 'til then, Love," he said while walking away.

Was he about to become a slave to me? No… A personal servant? Most definitely.

"Professor Slughorn," a dark and depressing voice said from behind the man, "we need to have a little talk."

"Oh, Professor Snape, how lovely to see you this fine day," Slughorn replied. If there was one person in the staff that utterly creeped him out, it had to be Snape.

"Oh stop buttering me up, you slimy slug. You and I both know what I'm here for."

"Draco Malfoy, I presume?" he inquired.

"Among other things, yes. As potions teachers, we are both fully aware of the dangers of Amortentia, no?"

"Yes, and that is why it is important for the students to learn first-hand that—"

"Do you have any clue what the Malfoy family, among a few others, would say if they heard about this little 'project', Horace? You need to turn the students back to their original state, or— well, I believe you know what could happen to you?"

At this, the Potions teacher shuddered, "Yes, Severus, I am fully aware of the consequences."

"Then I suggest you change them back," the dark man stated before stalking away. Slughorn chuckled to himself; the way Snape walked was almost like he was floating on a cloud of evil.

"Lunch tomorrow, perhaps," the professor said before heading back into his classroom and locking the door.

This was the first chapter that I didn't hit the 3 day deadline thing. It's just the part of a romance story I dislike writing the most. So I've decided that I'm completely skipping this part of the romance after this chapter! Be afraid.

Now, just because of how well the unicorn thing went off with you guys, I have another question; this time actually related to Harry Potter: what is your favourite spell? If you don't have one, what would be one that you make up? Click the review button below and tell me all about it (without actually casting the spell on anyone, please).