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Hermione:

My heart sank. Oh no! What on earth did Pansy want from us? Want from me? Her family was rich; she had practically everything she could ever want. She

Most likely wanted me to be her slave for all eternity or something. Great.

"What do you want Parkinson?" Draco snarled, his upper lip curled in disgust. And I'd always thought they'd gotten on. Obviously not.

"Well, first…" she raised her eyebrows and grinned evilly, "actually, I thought of a way to make this a LOT more fun for all of us." I exchanged a look with Draco, and Pansy laughed happily, "By all of us I mean me!"

She turned on her heel and strut off, wiggling her butt like somebody cared.

"I'm sorry!" Draco sighed, and put his hand on my shoulder.

"I think we'd better go in before someone else sees us." I sighed, looking into his eyes sadly and he nodded in agreement. I pushed open the door and walked in, I sat n my usual spot by Harry and Ginny, Ron sat with Lavender now, it didn't annoy me as much as it used to. Malfoy stormed in shortly afterwards and sat over on the edge of the Syltherin table. He grinned and waved over at me. I smiled softly back. Crabbe glared at me, and Malfoy whacked him, then drew his hand away and forced a laugh.

"You know, I had the freakiest dream last night, Harry was telling me to stay away from Dean. So weird." Ginny laughed. And bit into her toast.

"Me too! I dreamt about Harry telling me to stay away from Malf – stay away from the forest. Weird huh?"

"Well I dreamt about a talking kitten, and it did the conga!" Harry grinned, we looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"It was a joke!" he laughed and we joined in. I walked to my first class happily for the first time in a long while.

Draco:

"Boss? Boss? Why are you staring at the mudblood?" Crabbe asked me, and glared at Hermione. I thumped him hard and snarled at him. Crabbe looked at me with confused eyes. shocker. Hermione sent me a warning glance and I forced a laugh. "Joke, joke!" I said "but don't call her that anymore." I added. I didn't think I could restrain myself from murdering him on the spot.

"Why Boss?"

"Do it!" I hissed at him and he nodded once, looking scared.

"Yes, Boss."

I got up and left the great hall, with three things on my mind.

One: Hermione was amazing;
Two: What did Pansy want from us?

And Three: Why the Hell is Crabbe calling me 'Boss' all the time?

Third person: Syltherin common room:

Pansy Parkinson was a mean, and often spiteful girl. She was aggressive and dominating. And she always got what she wanted. Always. And this was no different.

She sat at a desk in the common room with a quill and some pure white parchment. She was using red ink to write with. She began to scribble down a little note. When she was finished she tied it with a black ribbon. Then she tapped it once with her wand and the little note disappeared. She laughed happily and gathered up her stuff. This wasn't the last time she was going to use them. No, this wasn't the last time at all…

Third person: Potions class.

Hermione Granger sat at the back of the classroom for once, a rare occurrence. She always sat at the front where she could pay more attention. However, Draco Malfoy was sat at the front of the classroom, and if she sat within ten feet of him she would lean across and kiss him. It was all she could do to resist going over there now and snuggling up next to him.

Draco Malfoy sat at the front of the potions classroom, and avoided the cold, steely glare of potions master Severus Snape. If he found out… well think of the worst punishment you could receive and times it by about three thousand. Snape wanted him to join the death eaters, and he'd ben toying with the idea of it until… until Hermione had needed him. She had changed him completely. He didn't want to be a death eater. He wanted to make Hermione happy. Whatever the cost.

Ronald Weasley divided his time that lesson between glaring at the back of Malfoy's head (not his face, God no, he wasn't THAT stupid), staring longingly at Hermione, blowing kisses at Lavender and being told he was an idiot by Snape. He was pretty damn annoyed his plan didn't work out.

Harry Potter, the chosen one, sat in the lesson blissfully unaware of the tension the room held.