A/n: Thanks to my beta Hunter's Heir!

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

~Marquis de Sade

I'm pretty sure I'm more nervous about this morning than I have been any other time in my life, and that's including the war and the first day that I was chased around by lust driven men. Today though is like the moment of truth for me.

I'm going to take that potion Dumbledore gave me, and if someone is still acting funny then I know that they're my mate. Deep down inside I'm just hoping that Malfoy goes back to acting like his normal, irritating self. I can't stand being chased again, much less considering the idea that he might just be my mate.

Last night was a fluke, that's all. In the book Dumbledore gave me I read that Sirens can induce additional lust into the people they kiss, upping their sex drive. So in essence that may not have even been Malfoy's real feelings, but actually something induced by me just being there.

I hate being a Siren. It's bloody complicated. However, there are some benefits to things.

For one, Sirens can do wordless magic a whole lot easier than a basic wizard can. Of course, that also means that the Siren has some sort of wizard blood in them, which I obviously do. After reading that tidbit I tried it on a book across the room, putting a lot of energy and focus behind my actions. The book flew across the room so fast to me that it actually knocked me off of my bed. I've been a lot gentler with things since then, and I've found that I don't need to put as much force or effort behind things when I do magic. It's just natural for Siren's.

Now if I can master doing wordless magic too, I'd be super excited. Then I could duel anyone and win. I think that would be a fun thing to be able to do, just in case I ever needed to defend myself or kick Harry's butt in a dueling match. It could be some fun stuff.

Of course, for every positive there's seems to be something negative for me to discover.

Sirens are oddly enough considered pure, despite the fact that they use their voices to traditionally seduce men and lure them to their deaths. A modern day Siren is like a Veela apparently though, and is outlandishly beautiful and hard to ignore. I have yet to see this trait develop. But that's not what I find interesting.

Initially, modern day Sirens are pure in the sense that we have a kind heart. Most Siren's don't use their voices to lure people to their deaths anymore (and those that do often pay the ultimate price) but instead have very pure hearts. A legend from inside the book says that dark beings looking to get rid of their pasts can cut open the torso of a Siren and stab themselves, using a spell that will literally transmit the darkness from inside of them to the Siren. If that happens, the person can go free to start a new life away from the troubles of their past and the Siren dies.

Of course, that's just a myth. But it's also a bit troubling. I don't know how much truth is actually behind it or not but I'm going to watch my back just in case. I'll definitely have to ask Dumbledore about it at some point. For now though, I can't focus too much on it.

To top that off, I have yet to hear from my mother. I've sent another letter, hoping that she will respond. It worries me when she doesn't, for I don't know if something has happened or if she just wants to avoid my question. Either way, it's a bit troubling.

I try to block that out as I take a seat in the Great Hall. I've said a few things to people while coming down the stairs, and so far the potion seems to be working wonders. I just hope that if my mate does indeed go to this school, that he doesn't happen to have a head of fine blonde locks.

"Hey Hermione," Harry says, nodding in my direction as I sit down. "You look well today."

He's avoiding using any sort of complimentary words I notice, and that might have to do with the glaring redhead beside him. Blast it, Ginny's never going to get over Harry's random lust for me. She might actually hold this over my head until the day I die. Lavender doesn't look eccentric about having me around either, but what do I expect from her exactly? I mean I did date Ron at one point, who is currently eating everything in sight.

I'll have to make up things with Ginny somehow, and I think I know the perfect way to do it; girl talk and gossip. Ginny loves those types of things, and though I doubt that I'll muster up the courage to tell her the truth I can try to get back onto good footing with her at the very least. She is ultimately one of my best friends after all.

"You too," I say, pausing with bated breath as my eyes scan the length of the crowded table. No one looks up at the sound of my voice, adjusts their trousers or winks my way. My voice is ordinary again, boring.

Best day ever! Now I can actually try to learn something in class. I waste no time filling my plate, glad that I can now eat without being watched. Today is shaping up to be a good day.

Lavender's talking in secret to Ron, whilst Harry and a few other blokes are stuck in a Quidditch conversation with Ginny a few minutes later, and I find myself gazing around the hall, not really looking for anything. It's so nice to have a pleasant breakfast that I can't even consider getting up yet. I'm too elated to be treated like a normal person again. I'm so lost in my self-proclaimed glee that I barely notice him watching me, until my eyes drift back over the room again and I spy them once more. Now I can't ignore his gaze.

Bloody Malfoy is stealing glances my way all the time. I hadn't noticed until now, but we're close enough that I can see his eyes clearly, the dark silver sheen there just as it was last night. In fact, he's got that same lustful look about him again.

Oh fuck, you're kidding me…

My potion doesn't seem to be working on Malfoy, and I take a large gulp of air, watching him with clouded eyes. Should I stand my ground and dare him to keep looking at me or bolt from the room? He might just be trying to fuck with my head after last night.

But the look is unmistakable, and I can't deny the lust in his eyes. That only means one thing.

I refuse to believe it.

I end up late to my first class of the day, having stopped in the hallway to speak to Ginny, who was less than enthused that I wanted to hang out. After a lot of arguing and name-calling I convince her to come and spend time with me later tonight so we can gossip. I think she's missed my presence, even if she's extremely pissed at me. Hopefully tonight we can smooth out the creases in our relationship and be the best of friends again.

Or maybe she will go off on me and tell me how horrible I am for trying to steal her boyfriend. One of the two.

Potions is my first class today unfortunately, and I'm about five minutes late for the class. Snape practically glares daggers into my head as I slip in the door and search for a seat. Harry and Ron got swarmed by some of our friends and failed to save me a seat. They shrug from their shops, sheepishly looking around. Then I realize where the only seat left is and I almost turn and leave again.

I'm not sitting next to Malfoy. We might actually end up killing one another.

Or kissing. We do a lot of kissing.

Internally, I tell myself to shut up. I can't believe I actually just thought of that.

"Are you going to take a seat Miss Granger or go back out the door?" Snape asks, raising an eyebrow at me. I sulk over to the seat beside Malfoy, pulling the chair away from him as far as possible before I drop my head onto my desk. There goes my perfect day.

Snape explains the assignment, which I only half listen to, and several minutes later I'm being poked in the side. Looking up I notice Malfoy, who's looking at me with a mixture of lust and confusion. His poor head probably doesn't know what to think anymore.

I just want him to drop the lust bit, that's all. Then I'd feel a whole lot better about things. When I finally look his way he's pushed himself against the wall, glaring daggers at the opposite side of the room.

"Go get the ingredients," he says through clenched teeth, and I cock an eyebrow.

"Why don't you? You seem like you can't wait to get away from me."

"I'm going to the bathroom, once your arse gets up and leaves. I wrote the ingredients down, since you were too busy dozing off on the desk to do anything."

"I didn't doze off," I snap, rolling my eyes. "I do not sleep in class."

"Of course not," he grumbles. "Just go get them."

With a sigh I relent and go get the items, deciding I'd rather be out of his presence for a few minutes than spend more time beside him arguing. He's gone out of the room before I even get to the potion's cabinet, and I don't dare to consider why he had to rush out of here so quickly. The very notion makes my skin turn pink.

I won't think about it. That sounds like the safest measure.

When he returns we set to work, with Malfoy stealing glances at me every other minute. I roll my eyes, ignoring him as we continue, trying hard to think of other reasons why he might be acting so strangely.

And more importantly, I want to know why I'm acting so strange. There's a strong pull in my body to get closer to him, and my heartbeat keeps accelerating whenever he leans over to grab something. This isn't just the typical butterflies-in-stomach theory, because I've had that before and it feels nothing like this. I want to kiss him again, but that's so not happening. I need to get over these weird feelings I'm having for Malfoy.

Giving in I move a bit closer to him, and it only increases the fire inside of me. I need to touch him, feel him, kiss him. Hell, I want to devour him, but I won't allow myself to do anything like that. Maybe Dumbledore's potion has weird side effects or something, because these feelings can't be my own. My mouth starts watering, and I press my legs closer together.

Holy hell, I think someone laced my drink this morning. I'm losing my fucking mind trying to not touch him. When we finish and turn our assignment into Snape I bolt out of the room, barely remembering to grab my things. I need some space between us.

I go up to my room where I know I'll have privacy, flinging myself down on my bed. I'm hot all over, still thinking about jumping Malfoy. And worse, the thoughts are starting to take a cruder path, going down trails I almost never think about. Perhaps I should do some more reading, but I don't think I'll be able to focus on the words until I can cleanse the ache inside of me.

Daringly, I do something I never do. The raging hormones won't cease, and I realize that this adrenaline rush is more than toxic attractions; it's lust. I want Malfoy for reasons I can't comprehend, and I think he had the same gravitational pull towards me today.

This can't be happening.

Dropping my prudish front for a moment I wiggle out of my shoes, undoing my blouse and flipping up my skirt to find a release that I usually avoid. Pleasuring myself is something I've never had a need to do before, even when I was with Ron. I just never felt so hot under the collar and feverish for anyone, and it's severally fucked up that Malfoy is the first one who can get these emotions to range inside of me.

As I find a release, my mind wanders. I took a potion to cover over my voice, right? So why now am I suddenly lusting after the enemy? And more so- why can I no longer control myself? If I'm going to end up in a frenzy like this every time I get too close to the git, I may as well not go to class at all. I'm already embarrassed enough for what I just did.

Sitting up, I clean my bed and straighten the covers again. I need to read deeper into that book Dumbledore gave me, and discover what exactly is happening to me.

I manage to stay on the opposite side of the room from Malfoy the rest of the day, avoiding looking his way as often as possible. I can't help doing it occasionally though, considering that there's still a dull ache inside of me. This also makes paying attention in class quite difficult.

But the classes I don't have with him are easy. I'm not distracted, lustful or wet. I'm perfectly at ease and complete my work in a timely, perfect manner like I used to. I wish he wasn't in any of my classes.

Unfortunately, that's just a dream, but I manage to make it through the day without having to go up to my room again. Before long dinner is over and I'm back up there again, cleaning up the space. Ginny will be over any minute.

I'm not looking forward to this talk like I should be. I really just want to continue reading the book from Dumbledore and make up an excuse why I can't see her, but that's not okay. I need to try and mend our friendship since things happened that have fractured it in many places. At least Ginny is a girl though, and I don't have to take any more of the potion. As far as I can tell I don't attract women. I wonder why that is.

I won't see Malfoy the rest of the night though, which is a plus. I can fret about today's events once Ginny is gone though. For now, I have a friendship to mend, and I hear someone knock on my door. Deciding to be smart for once I peer through the peephole, seeing that it is indeed Ginny. Fantastic.

"Hey," I say, letting her in. She replies coolly, still unsure about me. I don't blame her, but I wish she wouldn't be so icy. We have been friends for a long time after all.

"So what did you want to talk about?" she asks, sitting down on my couch. I sit as well, crossing one leg over the other.

"I'm sorry about what happened with Harry," I say, deciding to take on the elephant in the room instead of dancing around it. "I didn't mean to steal his… attention."

"You stole his affection for a bit too," she snaps, glaring my way. "He and Ron and every other fucking male in the school wouldn't shut up about you for days! Do you even know how infuriating that is?! I don't know what kind of love potion you took to make everyone lose control, but cut the shit. You've made a lot of enemies by stealing the attention of everyone's boyfriends."

"Trust me Ginny, I didn't want to."

"Oh, and I'm just supposed to believe that you were forced to seduce everyone or something?" She shook her head, standing up. "Hermione I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but it's not funny. Harry and Ron are a bit confused lately and I'm pretty sure it has to do with your behavior."

"I wasn't doing anything!" I argue, defending myself. Really, I wasn't trying to do any of this.

"Sure," she spat, shaking her head. "Did you know that Ron boasted about kissing you to the entire Gryffindor common room the first night? Lavender had a fit! I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to kill you or… burnt all of your hair off with a spell."

"Ginny, I'm serious, I'm not doing any of this intentionally."

"Then tell me the truth," she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "I would love to hear your story. What kind of tale can you spin Hermione, because you can't convince me that you aren't doing this by choice! No one ever forces a person to take a love potion."

"It's not a love potion! Ginny, I didn't-"

"You shouldn't have called me up here if you don't have anything to say," the redhead snaps before I can finish. "I don't know if this is some bullshit so that you can confide in me since you don't have any real friends right now, but don't expect pity from me. You crossed a line Hermione, and it's one you can't easily cross back over."

I'm stuck between a rock and hard place now. Maybe I should just show her somehow that I'm not lying, and go out and prowl the corridors until we find a boy. I could take the potion after speaking for a few minutes and she would see a difference. But no, that would be too risky. I'm constructing an idea in my head even as she turns to leave.

"Ginny-"

I stop short at the sound of tapping, turning to glance towards the window. An owl sits out there, looking at me expectantly as the sun sets. It's the same owl that I sent to my mother, and briefly my spirits lift. So she finally responded.

During my distraction Ginny got to the door. I turn around as it slams shut, finding that I'm now all alone again in my room. Sighing I sink onto the couch briefly, wondering why I do this to myself. Now it will be even harder to speak to my friend, and I got so caught up in what I should say to her that I never actually explained anything. Emotionally I'm a wreck, and it shined through just now when I couldn't even get my friend to stay with me.

Turning back to the window, I try and brighten at this glimmer of hope. Perhaps my mother sent with her some sort of hope, maybe even an explanation to what the hell is going on. I let the bird in quickly and feed it, letting the owl perch by my bed. I fall down on the mattress, unfolding the paper as quickly as possible without tearing it.

Hermione~

Is everything alright? We've been swamped at work lately and I haven't had the time to get a decent response back to you. I'm so sorry about that dear. Now about your letters, I'm a little concerned. Did you hit your head or something at school? What's all this talk about Siren's?

Your Headmaster sent us a letter as well, stating that you can come back home soon if we really need to talk about things. I think you should take him up on the offer. I'm worried about you honey, talking about Siren's and persuading men to do anything for you simply by the sound of your voice. That's quite dangerous, and things could go seriously wrong if you don't handle this correctly.

As to what I know of about all this, I haven't a clue. I've never heard any of this before. No, darling, I'm not part Siren or anything of the sort. I'm a muggle woman.

The Headmaster also mentioned ancestry. I don't really understand what's going on right now Hermione, but please come visit soon. I'm quite concerned about you, as is your father. This sounds like tricky business. When you come back we have our family tree here as you know, and you can take a look at it. Perhaps there's an answer there that your father and I don't see. Is there something I can look for here to help you figure things out until you can come home?

At first I thought perhaps you'd hurt yourself at school and we should have your friends bring you home for a bit, but now I'm wondering what's really going on. I'm concerned for you honey. Please be careful and do consider coming back home to look things over. Your father and I would also like to see you and help you if at all possible.

Be safe honey.

Love,

Mom and dad

I almost tear the letter up. Sure, it's great to hear from my parents, but at the same time this is extremely depressing. I was so hoping that my mother had a secret, that she knew what was going on and that she could help me understand. But from the looks of things, she's never even heard of the things I mentioned. I don't know how my parents can help me if they don't even know what I'm talking about.

Sitting there on my bed, I almost start crying. Today was supposed to be a good day, a day where I could actually figure things out and have a normal day. But instead everything went to hell and just got more complicated. What do I do now?

Glancing away from the letter, I spy that book Dumbledore gave me again. I won't reply to my mother for the time being since I'm so emotional for fear that I might say something I regret. But I do want to keep reading. More than anything else right now I just want to understand the things I'm feeling.

At this rate, I might just have to visit Dumbledore again before going to class. Unless that book offers up some answers, I can't imagine having yesterday repeat itself. And tomorrow all of my classes have Malfoy in them. Lucky me.

A/N: This one is kind of a developing chapter. There will be more Dramione and more explanations on the Siren-thing next chapter too :) And I know the incident with Hermione and Ginny wasn't ideal, but think of things from her perspective. Thoughts? Let me know!

I'm still undecided about two things guys; a sex scene and a Draco POV chapter. I know you all think there should be a Draco POV chapter, but I'm not entirely sure. If you have an opinion on sex getting incorporated go ahead and let me know in a review!