After class had been dismissed Hermione rushed out to the corridor waiting for Theo.

Once he made his exit of the classroom she chased after him.

"Nott." He turned casually toward the voice, giving her a grim smile. "Yes?"

"What was that?"

Theo looked at witch with bewilderment, "What was what, Granger? Geeze, being the brightest witch of our age, you sure don't know how to present a question properly." He tapped at his head.

"Theodore. You know what I am talking about. Draco." He voice went quiet.

"A little vain are we?"

"Parchment? Rain? Vanilla?"

Theo was right, she was the brightest witch.

"Granger. I'm sure plenty women wear a vanilla scent. And the rain...well maybe your smell just affected it a bit. And parchment, you're not the only one who studies or reads."

Hermione stepped back and nodded reluctantly. "No, you're right. I guess I'm thinking too much into it."

Theo chuckled a sigh, "Your secret is safe with me." He winked and turned away from the girl.

Gods what had he gotten himself into.

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Hermione paced up the stairwell all the way to the Gryffindor common room and into her bed chambers she went, plopping down on her bed.

Maybe she was just delusional. Things had been off the past year or so anyway. Maybe Draco was just having a hard time adjusting to it all... Yeah, that was it...

She laid back into her pillow, and began counting the cracks of the ceiling, but each time she'd get to five her thoughts strayed to that certain blond headed boy and she would have to start all over again. Hours had passed by, and she needed to get ready for the Slug Club Party. Maybe this will help clear her mind.

Aggravated at the world around him, Draco stared at his own ceiling. His idea was to take a nap, but that hadn't happened.

Theo obviously had the same idea, and he was sleeping pretty peacefully. But, how? Was the question. Draco closed his eyes, but every time he did, he'd see the honey ones staring back at him.

He placed the phial that hung from his neck, into his shirt. The coldness of the glass etched his chest. In an odd way, it comforted him, keeping it close like that. Next to his heart.

Theo was snoring quite loudly in the next bed over. Gods! Why did he have to be so annoying sometimes.

He casted silencio at him, quieting the chambers, but then he realized the quiet was too eerie for him.

He huffed, "There is just no winning for me."

Draco threw his blankets from him, and his toes touched the cold floor. Leaning over, he felt as if he were going to be sick. The anxiety began to trickle in his bones. He still had a duty to perform, but how could he even begin to do that with everything that had been coursing through his mind.

He glanced at his watch, it was only seven.

He could try to go to the Room of Requirement.

Quickly, he got dressed in his robes, and ventured out of the Slytherin Common Room and into the hallway corridor.

He paced the wall for a few moments, trying to clear his mind, so he could have the room appear.

But then he heard light footsteps behind him. He casted himself into the shadows and he peered from around the corner.

Hermione.

She was wearing the coral colored dress she had on in the memory, and she looked as beautiful as she had before.

Hermione could feel someone watching her, and she looked around, not noticing anything out of place. She faltered back toward the wall before stepping in.

Maybe she was waiting on her date, Draco thought. But once she had finally stepped into the the party, he realized she hadn't been.

She looked a bit...sad, as if she was waiting on something else.

Draco turned back to the wall, he felt as if his life was turning into shambles. He took a deep breath in to focus on the task at hand.

A door appeared.