If you hate reading chapters that don't have too much to do with plot, you can leave now. I wrote this chapter to get the atmosphere set and to sort things out with you guys: no, I'm not lying. He really is coming off the Amortentia, I wasn't just trying to confuse the plot XD

Chapter goes to: Sarah Alisa Perne- for the most helpful review I've gotten on either of my stories. Thanks much!

I got to Potions today expecting the best: Draco would apologize for yesterday, carry my books back to the Gryffindor tower and all would be good. What I wasn't expecting was quite exactly the thing I got—I mean, it wasn't like Draco showed up to class in a banana suit; that would be even more unexpected—but he was most definitely giving me the cold shoulder.

"Draco, give me one of your amazing pickup lines, won't you?" I asked, trying to get bait for the blackmail camera.

Draco sneered and scoffed, "Have you really been putting out for me like this all week? Do you know how pathetic that is? Or could you just not resist me?"

"Draco?" I questioned, fazed by his blunt reaction.

"Granger."

"Since when are we back on a last name basis?" I asked, fearing the worst.

"Since when were we on a first name basis?" he replied snidely.

And the worst had come true. No longer would I have a manservant, or feel safe from being hexed in the halls. Draco was gone and Malfoy was back, slightly saddening me. "I take it the potion has worn off, then."

"Still working on it." I felt a bit relieved and it obviously showed in my expression. "Don't worry, Granger; I could never be seriously attracted to you."

"Attracted to a mudblood like me, you mean," I replied with a bite in my words.

"Well now you're just putting words in my mouth," Draco defended.

"Accurate ones."

I figured that obviously the class period would be wasted with back-and-forth banter and arguments. Slughorn was just starting to explain the potion that we would be making tomorrow. Pansy had stopped shamelessly making out with Blaise (although rumour was they were dating) showing that she was now coming off the effects of the potion, and Sally-Anne herself wouldn't pose too much of a threat to the class, so Slughorn decided that we would be trying to make a potion tomorrow. I was too distracted to even know the name; only that it was another potion that used Ashwinder eggs.

"So you hate me again, hunh, Malfoy?" I asked.

"I don't hate you," he started as I looked up hopefully—anything to keep me from getting hexed, "I loathe you entirely," he smirked. "But hate is another good word for it."

I sighed and looked at the board noncommittally before he restarted, "Why? Did you want me to just suddenly change and like you? Does little Granger need some love from the Slytherin God?"

"I just want to walk through the corridors without being hexed, or having my teeth be magically enlarged, or even just being tripped. I don't care how selfish it sounds; you being my manservant was probably the best week I've had in a while, albeit the most frustrating."

"I won't hex you."

"What?" I asked incredulously.

"I still may try to trip you every so often, to keep up with my Slytherin status, but I won't hex you anymore. To tell you the truth, I really want to hex Weaselbee right now, and I found a new one."

"Do tell," I said, extremely interested at new information.

"Well, do you remember that one hex that I tried to cast on Potter last year when he insulted my mum?"

"The one you missed terribly?"

"Thanks," he said sternly." But yes, that's the one. I had been reading up on Quidditch Through the Ages and came upon the story of Gertie. When the early players of Quidditch were just starting, they got a ball in the yard of one Gertie Keddle. When they came to retrieve it, she cast a Hex on them: the Knee-reversal hex."

"I remember that story! Because she wanted to see them—"

"Looking like fools flying back through the air," we both said together, slightly creeping me out.

"Exactly! It sounded just brilliant to me!"

"But how did you find the words for it? That's the only place I've ever heard of the hex, but the actual spell isn't there."

"The three D's. I do it like apparating. I just imagine what I want done with the hex, focus on it happening to the subject and somehow it works."

"So you made up your own wordless magic spell?" I asked, slightly impressed that he had the brain capability to do so.

"You ask as if you haven't," he boasted like a true Malfoy. After me sticking my nose up, he continued, "Well it wasn't all my own. After the researching, I decided that it would be a good candidate for wordless, and I started out at least saying what hex I was doing; I just decided the words were meaningless."

"How many other spells do you think could be done like apparating? With no wand or words?" I asked, intrigued and always learning.

"Well, I happen to remember that at the beginning of the assignment you didn't need any words when doing your miniature duel. If you teach me not to say anything, then after the first spell, Vegrandis Alio, I'm sure I can teach you to not use your wand."

"Deal. Now back to the Knee-reversal hex. Can you show me? Do you know the counter-spell?"

"I imagine it un-done and it just… stops. Let me show you. Do you have tights on underneath your skirt today, Granger?"

"You would like to know."

"If I cast this and you have anything over your knees, it'll rip right through."

"I can't just take my tights of in the middle of class!"

"Pansy's done it," he said with a smirk, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"You absolute dog," I said while taking my shoes off. I pulled my tights down my leg and shoved them in my cloak pocket awkwardly. "Go ahead."

He took out his wand, most likely to focus his magic, and waved it across my legs, closing his eyes for a moment. In not but a second, my kneecaps had disappeared. I went to go touch the 'top' of my knees, but it felt like the bottom. When I tried to bend them, the opposite side bent instead and I was left looking at my ankles closer than ever before.

"And you made that?" I asked him incredulously. He had never seemed like the smart type to me, much less one that make up wordless spells.

"Non-verbal spells are taught in sixth year at Hogwarts. And wandless ones, as well. But come on! I heard you were the first in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class to master non-verbal spells!"

"Ones that I already knew to do with words. But to invent a wordless one; yeah, sure, totally unimpressive," I replied with more sarcasm than needed.

"So I impress you?" Draco said cheekily, obviously expecting a sour reply.

"At times," I said sincerely, turning back to the board nonchalantly. No more than a moment later I realized that my knees were still turned backward. "Malfoy," I started, seeing him amused at my stupidity, "turn my knees back."

"You know, I think I'll keep 'em like this."

I didn't know how I was going to write this chapter. If they would hate each other, be platonic, or if he would pretend to be still on Amortentia. But for the longevity of this story, I chose for it to be just like how I think those two would act under any circumstances: extremely inexplicable.

42 is my favorite number for all of you who asked. Google search and I think you'll know why XD