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After this morning's potions class, I headed back to Gryffindor Tower. Draco put me in a good mood.

Did I really just say that?

I was also excited about brewing the love potion. I have never tried it before and I was looking forward to the learning experience.

Upon returning to the portrait of the fat lady, I met up with Harry and Ron.

"Hey guys!" I said, giving both of them a broad smile. "How's everything going?"

Harry turned around first. "Oh, hey Mione, it's going well. I saw you got paired up with Malfoy for potions. Sorry bout that." Ron gave me a look of disappointment after Harry's statement.

I shrugged it off.

"Not your fault." I said. "I think I'll survive."

Harry ushered me through the portrait hole. Ron followed me and we all entered the common room.

"So, what are you two up to tonight?" I asked.

Ron spoke up first "I have to meet Lavender in the library to get started on our project. I'll see you two later." Ron quickly removed himself from the common room to go up the stairs to the boys dorm.

I looked over at Harry, confused.

"Never mind him, Mione. He has been in a strange mood for a few days now."

"I wonder what is wrong with him. He has barely said anything to me since we've been back at Hogwarts."

Harry made a move towards the couch to sit down and I followed him. We sat in front of the fire and turned towards one another.

"I noticed that," Harry said as he settled into the cushion. "Weren't you two getting closer over the summer? What happened?"

It took me a minute to think, but I shrugged my shoulders in confusion. "I have no idea what happened to us."

"Did something, you know, 'happen' between you two?"

"Of course you know we bicker all the time but it's not like we had a fight that just ended everything."

"Did he try to make a move on you?"

It clicked just then.

"Yea he actually did. I stopped him when I thought he went too far. He said he was okay with stopping but ever since, he has been very distant from me."

We heard footfalls coming down the stairs. I turned my head to see Ron nod to Harry and walk out the portrait hole.

"What should I do, Harry?"

Harry sighed and thought for a second. "I would just give him some space. He will come around."

"Thanks, Harry. I appreciate your advice."

"Anytime."

After our chat, I rose from the couch and headed up to my room to get changed out of my school robes. I found a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt as well as a jumper that matched. I grabbed a novel out of my trunk and headed towards the pitch.

It was a long walk to get there but I didn't mind it. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the grass was a beautiful shade of green.

I continued my walk and finally got to the Quidditch pitch entrance. Practice had already started so I made my way up into the stands to take a seat.

I watched for a while as Malfoy directed his team. They looked very strong this year. The game tomorrow will definitely be a good one. Maybe if Gryffindor wins, Ron will feel better. Maybe that will get him out of his funk.

Who knows.

I looked up to see Malfoy hovering near me. He took a second to look over so I waved and he smiled back.

The practice continued so I sat patiently. I started thinking about how Malfoy had been acting lately. It was strange. He has never acted this way before towards me. It was always mudblood this and know-it-all that. Something has come over him. And I am determined to find out.

I opened my book and started reading where I left off from before. Every now and then, Draco's whistle pulled me from my reading and I would watch him give directions to the team.

I was actually impressed with him. I could tell he was very skilled and he definitely knew what he was doing.

I looked back down at my book for a little longer, then I felt like someone was staring at me. I looked up and Malfoy was hovering close to the stands.

"So, what's a Gryffindor like you doing at a Slytherin practice?"

"Just scoping out the competition, you know there is a big game tomorrow."

"Are you nervous about it?"

"I'm sure not, but Harry may need to be."

He flew his broom into the stands and was able to land and sit down next to me.

"I got all of the ingredients from Snape that we will need. However, he was very strict in his instructions. We have to make sure we return every drop to him or else he will throw a fit."

"Not a problem. So are you ready to start this then?" I stood up and headed towards the exit.

"Yea, I'll meet you there. I want to get changed quickly." He yelled behind me so I responded with a quick "Ok," and started heading back to the castle.

I stepped out of the pitch and onto the beautiful grass. By now, the sun was low in the sky. It made a beautiful shadow on the castle. I admired it as I walked in the cool autumn air.

I got to the back courtyard and looked around. There were a few students out and about but I noticed two people sitting on a bench at the far end. They looked familiar. I quietly stepped closer to see the pair and noticed that they were snogging. Upon further examination I saw that it was Ron and Lavender.

My heart sank.

Was this real?

I couldn't believe this was happening. Ron had moved on and didn't even have the decency to tell me.

I turned and went into the castle. I was not even thinking as I was walking, I just kept moving and somehow I made my way up to the seventh floor. I stood in front of the tapestry, just staring at it. I couldn't think of a room we needed because my head was clouded with awful thoughts about Ron. I held back my tears as hard as I could and attempted to calm myself down.

"You didn't have to wait."

I heard Malfoy coming down the hall and I quickly put myself together with a deep breath.

"It's no big deal, I've only been waiting for a moment. The walk from the pitch is pretty lengthy."

I lied. I didn't know what else to say.

"I'm sorry, I should have offered you a ride back to the castle. I wasn't thinking."

Shit.

Now I felt bad.

"It's alright, I don't mind the walk."

I need to change the subject, quick.

"Now, we need to figure out what it is we will need to brew the potion and anything else we may need for the time being."

I tried to clear my thoughts the best I could but it was no use.

"I got an idea." Malfoy cut in.

Thank Merlin.

He went up to the tapestry and walked passed it three times and the door appeared . He opened it and held it for me to walk through.

When I saw the room, I was speechless. It was perfect. We had everything we needed to brew as well as a comfortable place to sit and food to eat.

After a quick bite we set off to work out a recipe for the Amortentia. We looked through multiple books and recipes and compiled a note book full of information that would help us with our project.

The last thing I remember about that night was looking at a book about the properties of the potion ingredients before sleep overtook me.

I was woken up the next morning by a beam of light shining into the room. I quickly shot up and noticed that I was on a couch, not a chair like I remember and I was covered in a green and silver striped blanket.

I looked over and saw Malfoy laying on another couch with a white blanket covering him.

'He must have tucked me in last night after I fell asleep,' I thought to myself.

I threw the blanket off of me, sat up and stretched. I saw Malfoy start squirming awake as well and noticed he was not wearing a shirt. I blushed as he sat up. The blanket slipped down his torso and all of his muscles were uncovered.

'Damn he has a great body, wait what?' My thoughts were flying away from me.

Snap out of it Hermione.

Malfoy was the first one to talk, breaking me from my reverie.

"Do you like what you see, Granger?" he asked with a sly smile on his face.

I giggled and looked away from him. I didn't answer either. He stood up and grabbed his wand. He turned his blanket back into the t-shirt he was wearing the night before and slipped it on. I looked at the beautiful green and silver blanket that I had used and figured he must have transfigured that as well.

"So," Malfoy started. "It's Saturday and honestly, I don't want to focus on potions the whole day. I need to get my head in the quiddich game this afternoon."

I looked up to him. He was waving his wand at the mess we had made the night before and everything straightened itself.

"That's fine. I probably have to make an appearance at some point before Harry starts to wonder where I am at. We can resume our work next week."

He walked over to my couch after he was done with the clean up and grabbed the blanket I had used. He pointed his wand at it and turned into a hankie.

I couldn't help but think how genuinely sweet Malfoy was. He could have left me alone in the room last night or made me sleep in the chair, but he was kind enough to stay with me and make me comfortable.

Hold up mind. What are you thinking?

Stop.

Don't even go there.

I shook my thoughts away and finally stood up off the couch. After gathering our belongings, we left the room.

"So I will see you at the match, right?" Malfoy asked as we reached the stair case.

"Of course you will, however, social standard states that I have to root for Gryffindor so I hope you lose."

He smiled at that and so did I.

"We'll just have to see about that. I'll see you soon then."

"See you," I replied. He turned away from me and started heading toward the Slytherin common room.

I looked after him as he walked down the hall. Hold up, did I just check out his ass? I need to get back to talk to Ginny. I am definitely not thinking straight.

I went to my bedroom to change into my Gryffindor garb to support my house, then made my way to lunch. I saw Ginny, Harry and Ron sitting at the table.

"Hey, Mione, where we're you for breakfast this morning?" Harry asked as soon as I sat down next to him.

"I got an early start on my assignments today. I was in the library looking at some information." I lied.

They all shrugged it off, thank Merlin.

I looked over at Ron. He was shoveling pudding in his mouth. Disgusting.

'Maybe I dodged something,' I thought ironically, then I felt a sting in my heart at the betrayal of it all.

Suddenly Ron started freaking out about how he didn't want to play quiddich today and blah, blah, blah, making everything about him. I rolled my eyes.

"Is that why you put something in his cup?" Luna asked. "Is it a tonic?"

At hearing this, I quickly looked back to Harry just in time to watch him put his vial of liquid luck back into his pocket.

"Harry, that's cheating, you could get in huge trouble." I said, trying to talk some sense into him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't drink it Ronald," I pleaded one last time but of course, he did not listen. After he finished the cup, he bounded out of the hall. I took one last look at Harry before he ran after Ron.

Wow, they can be idiots.

I looked back down at the table and noticed a little crane made out of paper was sitting in front of me. I looked up to see Malfoy staring back at me. I quickly grabbed up the crane when Ginny was not looking. I looked in Malfoy's direction but he was gone.

I said my goodbye to Ginny then headed out the door to the closest bathroom. When I got there, I went in and shut the door behind me.

What could this be? Draco was being really nice to me, complimenting me, and now passing me notes across the Great Hall. What's going on with him? Maybe he is trying to make amends? And why now after six years?

I carefully unfolded the charmed bird. Inside it read: Wish me luck at the game today!

Weird. I thought it would say more than just that. I took out my wand and tapped the paper hoping to find something else written.

There was. I removed the concealment charm and looked at the words.

Meet me at the third floor corridor one hour after the game.

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