We were an odd group. Hermione sat on her bed, her eyes flickering back and forth between everyone in the room. Lisa was leaning against the footboard of Hermione's bed, her blue eyes directed at her feet. I was leaning against a wall, like Lisa, my eyes were glues to my feet. All of us were silent, and the three of us were in out 'true forms' to put it simply. Leaning against a wall, near the door was none other than Draco Malfoy looking completely curious.

"Well," Hermione began, "We've completed our side of the deal, so, you have to complete yours." Malfoys eyes flickered towards me. Something they'd been doing ever since I'd stopped pretending to be a boy in front of him.

"Alright," he agreed, "I wont tell anyone. Though, just out of curiosity, why are you trusting me?"

"huh? What do you mean?" Lisa looked up.

"Well, it just seems the logical solution would have been to ambush me and perform a memory charm. Or have Dumbledore do it, since he's the one who convinced you to disguise yourselves anyways, so he'd probably want your identity kept secret. So why are you trusting me?" We didn't have an answer. Lisa shrugged.

"Well, you seem trustworthy I guess, and besides, memory charms are the crap of the world, I'd like never do one on anybody, even you when you were still mean," Lisa said.

"Now that you mention it that would be the logical solution," Hermione noted, "But I'm not going to suddenly do it now, it's just so… backstabbing. Not that you'd remember it if I did it."

"I agree with them," I told him. He seemed satisfied with out answers.

"So, are you going to be here until you graduate?" he asked.

"That's the plan, that is assuming we can keep our disguises up for that long, and at this rate it doesn't seem like we'll be able to."

"Just stick with Weasel and Longbottom, they'll never catch onto anything, even if you danced naked in the great hall they'd probably think you were just using magic," he grumbled.

"Why are you so mean to them anyways?" Lisa asked.

"It's probably because he's subconsciously envious of them for having friends or a loving family," I said.

"Harriett, you're rambling," Lisa warned.

"It's that psychology class, she never should have taken it," Hermione grumbled. The two of them then launched themselves into a long discussion about why I should never have taken that class and various other things that I will not mention because of their adult content. Draco didn't seem to be paying attention to them, instead he was staring directly at me. It took me a while to notice it actually. I was so busy watching my friends arguing about the proper punishment for my teacher that is was a minute or two before I got that 'watched' feeling. I peeked out of the corner of my eye at him, his gray eyes seemed to be analyzing every inch of me then for a fraction of a second our eyes met, and in that moment something passed between us and I instantly knew that all my psychological ramblings were more than just ramblings, they were the complete and utter truth, and for the first time in my life I felt like I truly understood someone.

Without another word Draco Malfoy turned and left. Now that I look back on it, I realize that that was the moment that I first began to love him.

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Once again the plot thickens. So there, now you know why it was so important for Draco to find out. I needed that moment. Otherwise the rest of the story is like totally thrown off. So, now what? Harriett can't openly pursue him otherwise people'll think her odd. (guy chasing guy, I think you can figure out why people might think it odd.) what is the future like for this unlikely couple?

I love writing! It's just so fun. And I've already got an idea for a sequel. Squee! And don't worry people, there will be some classes in future chapters, just in case you're annoyed that I skipped potions class (and a few others) a couple chapters ago. After all, not fan fiction is complete without everybody's favorite greasy haired potions teacher.