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Authors Note: Sorry this chapter took so long, but here it finally is. And I noticed that there was a problem with 1st person vs 3rd person narrative in the last chapter. I will go back and fix that after this chapter is posted. I hope you like it.

                “Where were you last night?” Ron asked, “You never came to dinner.”

                The night before came rushing into her head, she remembered everything, how he smelled and how his arms felt around her, “I realized I had something I had to do, head stuff,” she lied as she grabbed a bagel from a plate in front of her.

                “What could you possibly need to do that late?” Ron asked.

                “It was just something I realized that I needed to do,” she told him shoving the bagel into her mouth.

                The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence. Or at least the three of them ate in silence. Most everyone else in the Great Hall was talking.

                “Then I told my father that I would be glad to join. He said that he would be proud to know that all of the Malfoys were in his inner circle.”

                She turned and saw the blonde Draco Malfoy strutting through the hall flanked by the two goons that were Crabb and Goyle. They sat at the Slytherin table, as most of the Slytherin girls began stared at them. For a moment she thought that he was being truthful about what he said, joining the death eaters, but then she remembered what he told her.


                “Hermione you have nothing to worry about,” he grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to him, “I will never lie to you, and I will never join them.”

                “How can I know that you would never lie to me, and not just about that, but anything?”

“Look at me,” he said pulling her a little closer, “look in my eyes and tell me you can’t trust me.”

She looked up at him, “I can’t.”

“Exactly, you can’t tell me a lie, how could I?”

He leaned down toward her face and his lips gently met hers. She instinctively pulled her hands up; he let her arms go, and wrapped them around his neck. He placed his hands on her lower back, pulling her body against his.


“Hermione?” Ron asked waving his hand in front of her face, “Hermione, it’s time for class.”

“Oh yeah,” she stood up quickly, threw her bag over her shoulder and exited the hall with Ron and Harry close behind. They made their way to the dungeons for Potions class.

“I hate having Potions in the morning,” Ron grumbled, “and with the Slytherins, I would rather babysit those blast end screwits in Hagrid’s wooden hut.”

“Ron, will you stop complaining, you do that more now that we know that Harry has the possibility of dying, no offense Harry.”

“Well when you say it that way,” Harry told her, “maybe I should look forward to dying, you make it seem almost pleasant.” He added sarcastically.

Hermione rolled her eyes, and Ron snorted with laughter.

They walked into the Potion’s dungeon. Hermione noticed that Draco had already taken his seat on the far end of the room. Hermione, Ron and Harry took their usual seats in the front of the room. Slughorn was sitting behind his desk in the front of the room, smiling at the students as they entered.

“If you would please place last night’s homework on my desk,” he said when most of the student had taken their seats.

Hermione took a piece of parchment out, walked up to his desk and set it down. The rest of the class put theirs down and returned to their desks. As usual hers was much larger than everyone else’s.

“Hermione, how did you find time to do that?” Ron asked.

“I did most of it during study hall yesterday, and then I added a little to it this morning before breakfast.”

“You amaze me, you know that?” Ron said in admiration.

“Ok,” She said, “If you say so.”

“Today you will be putting the knowledge from last night’s reading to work,” Slughorn began, he flicked he wand toward the chalk board in the front of the room and words began forming on it, “This sleeping tonic is different than others because it puts the drinker in a dead like state. You will be working alone on the tonic and without the use of the book,” most of the class groaned, “and next time we will make the reversal potion and them we will test both on a partner.”

Most of the class groaned again. Slughorn let them begin the tonic, and he began reading the homework they turned in.

“Are we seriously making this from memory?” Ron asked as he set up his cauldron.

“Yes,” Hermione responded, “didn’t you pay attention yesterday? Slughorn told us that the reading would tell us everything we need to know to make this tonic without the aid of a book. And let me guess you two didn’t actually read it.”

“Well, not exactly,” Ron admitted, “I read part of it.”

“What part did you read?” Hermione said as she began cutting up her fluxweed.

“Well that part about the…err…I don’t remember.”

“Well that’s encouraging,” Hermione said.

Harry laughed from the other side of Ron.

“Harry, how much did you read?” Ron asked.

“All but the part that talks about what can go wrong if brewed incorrectly.”

“Oh, yea that part,” Hermione said with a smile, “I read that if you add too much powdered horn of bicorn you might not wake up even with the reversal potion.”

Hermione laughed as she tossed her fluxweed in. Ron had a look of pure terror on his face as he turned toward Neville.

“I hope I don’t have him as a partner next class,” Ron said quietly.

“Ron calm down, I’m just joking.” Hermione let out another giggle.

“Yea, well I don’t want to be asleep forever,” he said, “and I hope that I get Malfoy as a partner so I can make him sleep forever, that would be pretty cool.”

“Ron, you shouldn’t do that on purpose,” she told him.

“Why are you defending him?” Ron asked.

“I’m not,” she said, looking away, “I just think you should act more like your age.”

“I does sound like you are defending him,” Harry interrupted.

“I’m not!”

“Why are you so upset by this?” Harry asked.

“I told you, you guys need to act your age,” she told them, “and if we are nice we might get some inside information about he-who-must-not-be-name’s inner circle.”

“I never thought of that,” Harry said, adding his fluxweed.

They continued brewing their potions, every once in a while Hermione would give them corrections. Hermione’s tonic was now a deep blue; she had only one ingredient left, powdered horn of bicorn. Ron and Harry had caught up to her, although Ron’s tonic was almost as red as his hair, and Harry’s was a light purple. Hermione added her powdered horn of bicorn and stirred the tonic vigorously; it had begun to turn a light blue and thickened a little. Slughorn now made his way slowly around the class. Hermione stopped stirring her tonic and looked at Ron and Harry, she let out a giggle.

“What?” Ron asked.

“What did you do to yours?”

“I don’t know.”

“Harry, add a little more powdered horn of bicorn,” she whispered, “That will make it a little better.”

“Thanks,” Harry stirred in a little more and his tonic now turned a light bluish purple.

Slughorn had now reached their table; he looked very pleased with Hermione's tonic. He peered into Ron’s cauldron and shook his head.

“Weasley, when will you learn to do the homework I assign?”

“I dunno,” Ron mumbled to the floor.

“Harry, my boy,” he said loudly, “not bad, but not your best. Next time wait a little longer before you add the aconite.”

“Thank you sir,” Harry said, “I will keep that in mind.”

Slughorn now made his way back up to the front of the room, “You may clean up now, please put you tonic in a vile with your name on it, and place it in the back room.”

Everyone cleaned up their area. Hermione went to the back room to put her tonic away. As she walked in Neville was putting his tonic away.

“Hey, Hermione,” Neville said, “I’m so scared, I don’t know what I did to it,” he motioned to his tonic which was green.

“I’m sure it will be fine Neville.”

Neville exited the tiny room. Hermione placed her tonic on the shelf and turned to leave.

“Hey brown eyes,” said the voice of the boy in the doorway.

A smile developed on her face.

He walked up to her, “this is very similar to the first time I did this,” he leaned down and kissed her neck, slowly making his way to her lips, then kissing them tenderly.

“We shouldn’t do this here, not now,” she told him.

She walked passed him, looking back only for a moment before going back into the classroom.

The bell rand and everyone exited to go to their next class. Hermione, Ron and Harry made their way to Transfiguration. Hermione’s mind wandered off, thinking about that first time she kissed Draco.


She walked into a small aisle in the library, looking for a book to help her with the essay she was writing for Defense against the Dark Arts. The library was almost completely empty, except for 3 students, one was asleep with his head in a book a few aisles away. She reached for a book just out of her reach.

“Would you like help with that?” said a male voice.

Hermione jumped in fright, “What?”

“I said, would you like help with that?” he said again.

“Why would you want to help me?” she said realizing who it was.

“What is wrong with helping someone you like?”

“Don’t lie,” she said, trying to push passed him.

He leaned down toward her; he placed a kiss on her neck. She pulled back and looked up at him.

“What was that for?” she said looking at him in confusion.

He stepped closer to her. She moved back until she was against the wall and he was only a few inches away from her.

“Cause I like you,” he said.

“No you don’t,” she said forcefully, “Stop lying to yourself Malfoy.”

“I’m not lying,” he said, leaning down to her neck again, he kissed her neck, then just below her jaw line, making his way to her face.

She took a deep nervous breath. She looked down at the floor.

“Look at me,” he said, “Hermione, don’t be stubborn, look at me.”

She continued to look at the floor. He directed her face toward his with one hand, and then he pushed her hair from her face, which now fell in soft curls. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Then without thinking she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him a little closer. She ended the kiss short and pulled away, she pushed passed him and walked away.

“Hermione,” he said walking forward a few steps, “Do you want this?”

He pushed the book she was trying to get earlier into her arms. Then without a word she left the library.


She sat down at her desk in Transfiguration. Today they were working on transferring each other in to toads. Hermione, as always, got it on her first try when she transfigured Ron into a toad. Harry managed to turn Neville into a toad with hair. After class was over it was time for lunch.

“Hermione how can you be perfect at everything we do?” Ron asked as they made their way to the Great Hall.

“I’m not perfect at everything.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, unless you forgot I dropped out of Divination.”

“Oh, yeah, I did forget about that.”

They sat down at the Gryffindor table and most of the students watched them.

“This is awkward,” Ron said as he leaned over the table, “why are they staring at us?”

Ron sat up, and looked around, realizing that all of the students weren’t looking at all three of them, just Hermione and Harry. Hermione and Harry looked at each other.

The students slowly went back to eating.

“What’s going on?” Hermione asked.

Ginny leaned over from next to Ron, “Everyone thinks that you two are dating and that Hermione is cheating on you with Ron.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“We aren’t going out,” Hermione told them.

“Yeah, we aren’t,” Harry told Ginny, “If we were don’t you think we would sit closer and hold hands.”

“They all still think you are still going out.”

“But we aren’t,” Hermione said.

“I think you two would be cute together,” Ginny told them.

“How about it Hermione?” Harry said, “Want to give it a try?”

“I can’t,” she said quickly.

“Why not?” Harry asked.

Hermione didn’t say anything.

“Come on Hermione,” Harry said, “Will you go out with me?”

“Harry,” she said, “Let me think about it.”

“I guess,” Harry said sounding a little discouraged.

“I’ll see you guys in class.”

Hermione got up and left the Great Hall. She made her way to her dorm.

She threw herself on her bed. She couldn’t believe that Harry actually asked her out. She got up and when to her bathroom, and looked into the mirror.

“He had to wait till now didn’t he.” She told herself, “He couldn’t ask last year, before everything changed. I would have said yes, I would have been happy to say yes, but no he had to wait till now.”

“Who had to wait till now to do what?” Draco had walked in, “I saw you leave the Great Hall, I wanted to see you before class.”

“Harry asked me out.”

“What did you say?”

“Well, I told him to let me think about it,” she told him, “Draco, I couldn’t say no to him.’

“But you’re not going to say yes are you?”

“I think I will.”


“Listen, they are already suspicious about us, if I tell him I will go out with him they won’t think about it,” she told him, “it’s the perfect cover for us.”

“I love dating a smart girl,” Draco said walking closer to her, “I would have never thought of that.”

She kissed him; he placed his hands on her lower back, pulling her closer. He deepened the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to his bed. He laid her down on his bed and climbed over her.

“Draco,” she said, “we have to get ready for class.”

“We still have an hour,” he told her, kissing her neck.

AN: I would like to thank the following readers for reviewing my story: njmsvolleyballchick, bookworm101, draco_and_hermione_4ev, KilosLupin, AlexandriaMalfoy, catchafallingstarandputitinyourpocket, AuburnTiger101, MalfoyLover1, slytherin dame, and Curiosity is not a sin. Thank you to all of those who have read this story so far. I will fix the first chapter and I will post the next chapter as soon as I get it finished.

Till next time, peace out.

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