Twisted Love

Harry

Harry stared expectantly out his bedroom window. He had sent Hedwig off hours ago with a letter to his best mate Ron. It was the last weekend of holiday and he was hoping to spend it at the Burrow. After what seemed like an eternity he saw the faint outline of his snowy owl, Harry waited for Hedwig to fly in through the window, she landed softly on Harry’s shoulder and stuck out her leg so he could free her of her burden. Harry gave his owl and treat and she nipped his ear affectionately. Harry then turned his attention to the letter she had just delivered, he tore it open and felt a sudden fluttering sensation in his stomach.

Harry-
I hope the Dursley’s weren’t too horrible to you this summer. Mum says we are going to Daigon alley tomorrow, we’ll pick you up at 9:00. Can’t wait to see you.
Ron

Harry’s heart skipped a beat when he read the last line of Ron’s note, can’t wait to see you, can’t wait to see you either Ron, Harry thought. Harry scanned the page one more time and noticed a post script at the bottom.

P.S. Hermione is here as well.

The bottom of Harry’s stomach dropped out at the sight of those last words. He knew that Ron fancied Hermione, Harry began to blush as an unknown emotion sneaked into his conscious, was it jealousy? He brushed off the feeling and run downstairs to tell his awful aunt and uncle that he would be leaving at 9:00 the next morning. Last year at Hogwarts Harry thought with a touch of sadness.

Hermione

Hermione woke with a start to what sounded like a small explosion coming from the twin’s room across the hall.
“What was that!?” Hermione asked the red haired girl next to her.
“Fred and George decided to come home for a week of rest and relaxation.” The youngest Weasley, Ginny mumbled into her pillow.
“Rest and relaxation?” Hermione groaned “How exactly is blowing things up relaxing?”
“Hermione, you should know them better than that by now”
“You’re right”
Hermione rolled over and got out of bed. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Hermione had changed a lot in her six years at Hogwarts. Her hair and finally calmed down and now lay in silky waves half way down her back. Hermione washed her face and got dressed in the jeans and tank top she had brought with her into the bathroom. She put her hair into a pony-tail and put on a little make-up. She stepped back to look at the final result, she was not the skinny awkward girl she had been when she started. She now had her feminine curves and had really come into her self. Satisfied with herself she left the bathroom to head downstairs for breakfast. As she started down the stairs she heard another small explosion, start early these days don’t they, she thought to herself.
“Good morning Mrs. Weasley.” Hermione said as she sat down at the large kitchen table.
“Oh good morning dear, did you sleep well?”
“Oh yes thank you” Hermione replied “Until Fred and George started their experiments” She added under her breath.
“What was that dear?”
“Oh nothing Mrs. Weasley”
Ron walked into the kitchen still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “G’mornin mum” he mumbled


Ron

Ron stubbled into the kitchen and sat down next to Hermione.
“G’mornin mum” he mumbled
“Good morning Ronald”
Ron turned to say good morning to Hermione but his words caught in his throat. She was beautiful, sure she was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a tank top and her hair was just up in a pony-tail, but Ron was still sure that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“Ron! What are you staring at?” Hermione questioned.
“Huh, er...what?”
Hermione gave Ron a look and returned to eating her breakfast. Ron started putting eggs, bacon, and toast onto his plate while blushing profusely. Ginny, Fred, and George stumbled downstairs moments later and sat down for breakfast. After they were all fed Mrs. Weasley tried to usher them all out the door so they could go pick up Harry. As it was they were already late, but George had insisted that he needed to come along, so of course did Fred. Five minutes to nine they were finally on their way.

Harry

Its was 9:15 and the Weasley’s still weren’t there, they were usually late but Harry began to get a little nervous.
“Late as usual, I daresay we could have had plans, honestly keeping us waiting like this.” Uncle Dursley growled.
Just then there was a knock at the door, Harry jumped up to answer it. They are finally here Harry thought to himself. He opened the door to find his two best mates, Ron’s mum, his brother’s Fred and George, and his younger sister Ginny.
“Harry! Great to see you, are you ready? Can we go?” Fred asked squishing past him to get his trunk.
“Yes lets get out of here” Harry responded. “How did you all get here” He added as an after thought.
“Well dear, after what happened last year the ministry thought it would be nice to provide us with a car” Mrs. Weasley explained.
Soon the twins and Harry’s trunk stowed safely in the boot of the car and everyone managed to get back in the car and get settled in. The car, while looking perfectly normal on the outside, was actually huge on the inside, they all fit in perfectly comfortably, with room to spare, which was probably a good thing because of Harry’s owl Hedwig. They drove into the heart of London and parked just outside to the Leaky Cauldron, and proceeded inside to the secret entrance of Diagon alley. Harry could not have been happier to be back in the wizarding world where he belonged. The whole gang stopped off at Gringott’s first to get the money they would need for their school things, Harry grabbed a bit of extra pocket money as well. Fred and George, skulked off mumbling something about seeing a man with exploding pants for sale.
“Give me your book lists dears and I will get them.” Mrs. Weasley told the children.
They all handed over their book lists and hurried away to get the other things they would need. The stopped into the apothecary to refresh their potion kits, and went to the owl emporium to get treats for Hedwig and Pig, Ron’s owl. After Ron grabbed Harry’s hand to drag him over to the Quidditch shop, while Hermione and Ginny went to get some ice cream. Harry’s heart fluttered at the touch of Ron’s hand, and began to blush. Luckily Ron didn’t notice as his attention was kept by the new broom in the window. After another hour or so they back up with Mrs. Weasley who had her arms full with bags from Flourish and Blott’s, of this years new books. Fred and George showed up a minute later, both wearing identical evil smirks. “What have you two been up too?” Mrs. Weasley questioned.
“Oh nothing, nothing at all” Fred responded, trying to put on an innocent face but to no avail.
With a suspicious look at the twins Mrs. Weasley ushered them all back to the car to return to the Burrow.

CHAPTER 2

Hermione

Hermione woke early on the morning on September 1st. She was feeling a little timid as it was her first day back to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year, it was also her first day as the new Head Girl, although she had not told anyone yet. Hermione wasn’t sure why she hadn’t told Ron and Harry about making Head Girl, maybe it was because she was afraid of the taunting it would ensue. But either way they would find out soon enough. Hermione got out of bed and checked to make sure she had everything packed, before heading down to the kitchen for breakfast. When she arrived, to her great surprise, Harry and Ron were both already at the table.
“I usually have to drag you two out of bed, what’s up?”
“Nothing” Ron returned a bit shortly.
“We are just a little nervous I guess, I mean it is our last year.” Harry explained giving Ron a look.
“I know how you feel.” Hermione responded gloomily.
They all finished up their breakfast in silence and waited for Mr. Weasley to bring around the car. As usual it took the lot forever to get everyone situated, the trunks loaded, and the animals secured before they were off to Kings Cross station. With only 10 minutes to spare they all passed through the barrier to platform 9 3/4, loaded their trunks onto the scarlet Hogwarts express, found an empty compartment and jumped off for a quick hug from Mrs. Weasley.
Hermione knew that the new defense against the dark arts teacher would be patrolling the train, which left the head girl to do as she pleased. This suited Hermione just fine as she still hadn’t told the boys that she had made Head Girl, they would find out with everyone else at the feast when Professor Dumbledore made the announcement. The train ride went surprisingly smoothly, there were no problems, or outbursts, in fact Hermione hadn’t even had the opportunity to meet the new D.A.D.A teacher. When it finally got dark Harry, Ron, and Hermione got dressed in their school robes, just as the steam engine was pulling into Hogsmeade station. They all collected their belongings and jumped off the train. They noticed Hagrid trying only slightly successfully to get the new first years to follow him.
“Firs years this way! All righ’ Harry, Ron, Hermione?” Hagrid yelled over the noise of the crowd of students.
“Hey Hagrid!” They all responded
They all loaded into a thestral drawn carriage for the trip up to the castle. They ran from the carriage all the way into the great hall and sat down at their familiar Gryffindor table and waited for the sorting of the first years to be over so they could finally have their supper. Before long Professor McGonagall led a group of rather frightened first years into the hall and the sorting began. After the sorting was finished Professor Dumbledore rose to make an announcement.
“Welcome students to another year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and without further ado, dig in!”
As the old man spoke those last words all five of the tables in the great hall began to magically fill with the most scrumptious food anyone could imagine. There was all of Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s favorite things. The all presumed to stuff themselves to the point of popping, Ron was just finishing up his third helping of Treacle pie when Professor Dumbledore stood once more and with a wave of his hand cleared all the tables.
“Hey! I hadn’t finish with that yet!” Ron exclaimed, which was greeted with a chuckle from Harry and a look from Hermione.
“Just a few things before I send you all off to bed,” Professor Dumbledore began “Please note that the forest behind the castle is off-limits to everyone, and Mr. Filch would like me to remind you all that anything purchased at Weasley’s Wisarding Wheezes, is hereby forbidden on school grounds. Now then down to business, I would first like to introduce you all to this years Head Girl and Boy.”
Hermione was just as excited as everyone else because she still didn’t know who the Head boy was going to be this year. She also a bit worried that Harry and Ron would be peeved with her for not telling them.
“Our new Head Girl this year is Hermione Granger from Gryffindor!”
Hermione got up from her table and scurried over to the teachers table without a glance at Ron or Harry, who she new were gawking at her with a glint of anger in their eyes. She shook hands with Professor Dumbledore, and received a quick hug from Professor Mcgonagall, before she received her Head Girl badge, which she pinned to the front of her black school robes. She hurried back to her seat at the Gryffindor table and mouthed a quick sorry to her two best friends, who just sat and stared at her.
“And now our new Head Boy, Draco Malfoy.”
Draco got up from the Slytherin table and walked over to receive his Head Boy badge. He turned and smirked at Hermione who just glared right back. Hermione turned to Harry and Ron with a look of dread in her eyes that screamed help me! It was well known that the Heads had to share dormitories for the whole school year, which would mean that Hermione had to spend the next nine months with her worst enemy at school. Harry and Ron’s looks of anger quickly were replaced with looks of sympathy. Hermione put her head down in her hands, she didn’t know how she would handle a whole year in the company of Malfoy.
“As you all should now know we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, his name is Professor Aleksander Dimitri.”
A young, handsome professor stood and took a small bow. Hermione and Ginny exchanged a look and erupted into a fit of silent giggles, gathering very strange looks from Harry and Ron.
“I have only one more announcement to make, Hogwarts will be playing host to a new exchange student this year. He will arrive first thing tomorrow from Nova Scotia, I trust that you will all make him feel at home. And now you may all follow your prefects to you dormitories. Heads a word please.”
Hermione gave a small moan and looked at the retreating faces of her friends before making her way over to Professor Dumbledore and her worst enemy; Malfoy.
“The password into the dormitories you will be sharing is acid pop,” Dumbledore said giggling to himself “I will need you both in the entrance hall at 8:00 tomorrow to greet our new exchange student. Good night both of you”
Hermione looked from Professor Dumbledore to Malfoy with a look of dread on her face. She turned away from the smirk and evil glint in Malfoy’s eye and walked to her new dormitory.

Harry

“Can you believe she didn’t tell us!” Harry asked Ron.
“No! Why wouldn’t she tell us? I mean we are her best friends.”
“Well it serves her right to have to spend the year with Malfoy then”
“Yeah, thats going to hurt, I almost feel bad for her...almost” Ron relied laughing
It felt so good to Harry to be around Ron again. He didn’t understand what was going on but lately he felt he always needed to be near him. He loved to talk to him, and laugh with him, and he loved his smile. What was going on Harry wondered, but he brushed it off as just being glad to be back with his best friend and back in the wizarding world. They climbed the familiar stairs up to Gryffindor tower, said the password and walked into their dormitory. They were both completely exhausted, having spend the whole day traveling, and the whole previous weekend playing each other in Quidditch. They got changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed, full and content they passed out quickly.
Harry woke the next morning and noticed that Ron had forgotten to close his curtains around his bed. Ron was still asleep and Harry found himself watching him, he just looked so peaceful while he slept. Harry thought he might even look a bit handsome...
“Whatcha doin’” Ron mumbled, having woken up and caught Harry staring at him.
“Huh, what? Oh I just woke up and er...I...just noticed, well....your drooling Ron!” Harry covered.

Ron

Harry had been acting very strangely all weekend Ron thought when he woke up to find Harry watching him sleep. I mean what is up with the whole watching me sleep thing Ron wondered to himself. He didn’t know what it meant but he thought that maybe just maybe he actually kinda liked it.

CHAPTER 3

Hermione

Hermione woke with a start, it took her several moments to remember where she was. It all flooded back to her at once, not telling Harry and Ron about being Head Girl, Draco Malfoy being named Head boy, and as she glanced at her watch she realized she was almost late to meet Professor Dumbledore. Hermione jumped out of bed put on her school uniform, brushed her hair into a pony-tail and just as she was about to try to salvage what little make-up she did have on she heard a loud banging on her door.

“Get out of there! I will not be late because of a stupid little mudblood like you!” She heard Malfoy yell. Ug, she thought, not at all what she needed first thing in the morning.

“Oh shut up ferret face.” She muttered emerging from her room.

“If we’re late because of you, I swear Granger.”

“Oh what are you going to do? Curse me? I think not, Daddy would be very displeased with you if he found out that you lost Head Boy for cursing a muggle born.” Hermione said knowing it would get the blond boy particularly hot.

Malfoy just glared at Hermione knowing she was right, and there was nothing he could do about it. The two proceeded down to the entrance hall in tense silence.

“Ah, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, right on time I daresay.” Professor Dumbledore greeted them.

Hermione shot Malfoy a glare that plainly stated ‘see I told you, you git’.

“The new exchange student should be here any minute,” Dumbledore stated while idly twiddling his thumbs. “Ah here he is now.”

Hermione turned to the front doors as a young wizard about her own age waltzed in. He had eyes that were such a deep shade of brown they looked almost black, and hair that was blacker still, it fell to just under his perfectly chiseled jaw. He was wearing a pair of low slung jeans and a black t-shirt, even through his shirt Hermione could tell that he had the perfect body. He was without a doubt the most ruggedly handsome man Hermione had ever seen. Hermione found herself staring, unable to look away.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth, Granger.” Malfoy hissed.

“Ah, allow me to introduce to you both to Blake Reed,” Dumbledore continued apparently not having heard a word.

“Mr. Reed this is Ms. Hermione Granger, and Mr. Draco Malfoy.” Blake leaned forward to shake hands with Malfoy, they seemed to be squaring off, each squeezing the other’s hand tighter until Professor Dumbledore made a small noise as if too clear his throat, the boys finally dropped their gazes. Blake then turned to Hermione, swept into a bow and kissed her hand. Hermione blushed while Malfoy glowered at them.

“I would like you both to show Mr. Reed to his dormitory in the guest tower in the East wing, then please show him around the castle, and finally to Professor Mcgonagall’s office so she may give him his course schedule. Thank you both.” The professor told them before gliding off to the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Well should we get a bite to eat before showing you around?” Hermione suggested.

“Oh of course,” Malfoy drawled sarcastically, “We wouldn’t want you to go without breakfast. You may grow weak and faint.” Draco turned and headed into the Great hall chuckling to himself.

“Pleasant boy isn’t he?” Blake inquired.

“Oh, well, yes, um....shall we get some breakfast then?” Hermione stumbled trying to hide the blush creeping onto her cheeks from Blake. Hermione led Blake into the hall and was immediately followed by whisperings from every table. Keeping her eyes lowered, she walked across the Great Hall and sat down with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Harry and Ron both glared from Hermione to Blake, Ginny on the other hand got a mischievous glint to her eye and grinned. She exchanged a look with Hermione and introduced herself.

“I apologize for my friends behavior, I'm Ginny Weasley, this is my brother Ron, and our friend Harry Potter.” Ginny said leaning forward and looking Blake directly in the eyes.

“Oh sorry!” Hermione moaned.

“Oh its quite alright,” Blake responded brushing her off. “Its a pleasure to meet all of you,” but Blake only seemed to have eyes for Ginny. “I'm Blake Reed, the exchange student from Nova Scotia.”

“Charmed” Ginny whispered.

“If you two would put your eyes back in your heads I'd like to finish my breakfast.” Ron growled, but having lost his appetite he pushed his plate away anyway.

Hermione looked from the gorgeous new exchange student to her equally gorgeous best friend. She sighed heavily knowing she never stood a chance. Ginny blushed slightly and took a sip of her pumpkin juice licking her lips seductively afterward. No, no chance at all Hermione thought to herself.

Draco

Look at her, Draco thought, little miss perfect. She thinks she can do no wrong, silly little mudblood. Its disgusting, flirting with that Blake, she doesn't even know him! Draco had no appetite and spent his whole breakfast glowering at Hermione while stewing about how she was being indecent by flirting with the exchange student. Draco finally stood and stormed out of the Great Hall half way through breakfast. He received very strange looks from the rest of the Slytherins but he couldn't care less. Pansy began a half-hearted 'Where are you going' but Draco didn't stop to listen. He was too angry to care what Parkinson had to say anyway. He stormed across the entrance hall and sat down on the stairs stewing. Why was he so upset about what that mudblood was doing anyway? Why should he, a Malfoy, care who some stupid little muggle born “witch” was flirting with. I don't care, its just stupid thats all, Draco tried to convince himself. Calm down he told himself, she shouldn't even occupy a thought in your head. Draco looked up to see Hermione and Blake walking towards him, they were walking very close together, their arms barely brushing, they were laughing at something that Blake had just said.

With a renewed sense of anger Draco sneered, “Had a good date? If you two are quite finished flirting, then we will show you to your dorms and around the school grounds.” He added to Blake.

From the look on Granger's face Draco knew this had the desired result, she was livid and blushing a deep crimson. Draco turned on heel and headed to the east tower. He knew that Hermione was so angry with him she was speechless, but instead of feeling happy about having insulted her so badly, as was usual, Draco felt a pang of guilt. Brushing it off he brought them to the east tower.

Harry

“How could she gawk at him like that! Just because hes new? He isn't even that good looking!! Doesn't she have any decency!” Ron fumed.

Harry just listened sadly. Well, he thought, at least not as good looking as you. He still wasn't exactly sure what was going on but he had at least come to the conclusion that he had some kind of feelings for Ron. Harry started at his red haired friend and thought about just how wonderful he was.

“Harry! Earth to Harry! I said what are you looking at?” Ron interrupted Harry's thought process.

“Oh nothing.”

“Look, mate you've been acting really oddly, is something up?” Ron asked.

“What? No, I'm fine.” Harry lied, he wasn't yet ready to tell Ron his feelings, he wasn't even exactly sure what he was feeling yet.

It was the weekend, seeing as September 1st happened to have landed on a Friday, they had the whole weekend before they would begin classes on Monday, Harry asked Ron if he wanted a game of Wizard's chess. Ron, thinking that the weirdness had passed accepted, the pair ran the rest of the way up to Gryffindor tower, rough-housing the whole way.

CHAPTER 4

Hermione

Hermione managed to ask Draco if he would show Blake the rest of the school, since she has forgotten a book in the Great Hall. He obliged with a smirk on his face, this only made Hermione more angry. As soon as she was out of sight of the boys she broke into a run, tears spilling down her cheeks. She ran as fast as she could all the way to the Head dormitory, as she got near to the portrait she yelled out the password, hardly slowing down she ran through the portrait hole and into her bedroom. She fell into her bed face first and buried her head in her pillow. As if Blake was even interested! He was only looking at Ginny this morning, and besides, who would want to look at a plain Jane like me anyhow. Hermione fumed to herself. She screamed and cried into her pillow until her raking sobs finally subsided and her voice became hoarse. After the last cold wet tear fell from her eye and landed on her soggy pillow Hermione lay staring at the ceiling. She finally managed to push herself up off the bed and firmly told herself that she could not allow Malfoy to get to her that easily. Before long Hermione decided that she would get up and check out the rest of the dormitory, seeing as she had been too tired to do so the night before, and was running too late that morning.

Hermione stepped out of her crimson and gold emblazoned room and into the large common room she would have to share with Draco for the rest of the year. The portrait that led to her bedroom was that of Godric Gryffidor, her eyes glided down the wall and came to rest on another large portrait, this one however was of Salazar Slytherin, which obviously led to Draco's bedroom. In between the two rooms was a bathroom they would have to share. The bathroom itself was magnificent, everything in it was pure white, from the granite flooring, to the porcelain counter tops. It had two sinks, presumably one for each Head. It also had a large steam shower, and a large jacuzzi style tub, which Hermione couldn't wait to try out.

The common room also held two more portraits, one of Helga Hufflepuff and one of Rowena Ravenclaw. There was a large fire place surrounded by built in book cases. My very own library, Hermione thought with glee. There were large squishy arm chairs in front of the fireplace and a long couch farther back. There was a large bay window across the back wall of the room that gave them a spectacular view of the grounds. There was another door off the common room that Hermione had not noticed the night before, it led to their very own kitchen! It seemed to be very well stocked by the kitchen elves with all of Hermione's favorite things. Hermione looked around the room, it was stunning in its simplicity, just perfect Hermione thought. But above everything, Hermione's attention was captivated by the floor to ceiling library that surrounded the fireplace. Hermione rushed over and began skimming through the books, all thoughts of Malfoy vanished as she wondered how she could possibly finish all the books by the end of term. Finally she grabbed several large volumes and took them over to one of the arm chairs by the fire and began to read.

Draco

Draco was particularly peeved with Granger by the afternoon. He had known he had offended her, but he assumed she would return after she'd had a good cry, however she did not, leaving him to show Reed his dormitories, the castle grounds, and finally to Professor Mcgonagall's office for his course schedule. Draco had finally managed to be rid of the loathsome boy after depositing him back to his dormitories to unpack. Draco walked rather slowly back down to his own dormitory, trying to decide the best way to give Granger a good telling off. When he finally came to the portrait of a young girl in a flowery dress he said the password and walked into the dormitory. He walked in fully intending to give Granger a piece of his mind but before he could utter a word he was stopped short. Hermione was asleep curled up in a big squishy chair next to the fire place with a large book opened in her lap. Draco walked quietly over and removed the large volume and replaced it back on its proper shelf. He turned back to Hermione and watched her sleep for a moment. She really is quite beautiful when her mouth isn't getting in the way Draco thought.

“What the hell am I thinking, better yet what am I doing?” Draco mumbled to himself as he gently picked Hermione up and carried her to her bed. He laid her down and took one more look at her and left the room closing the door behind him. What was that girl doing to him! Well I will just have to return the favor, and with that last thought he climbed into his own bed and fell asleep.

Ron

Ron woke up and rolled over trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. He propped himself up on his elbows with a yawn and glanced over to his best mates bed. Harry had forgotten to draw his bed curtains all the way closed. Ron could just make out Harry's sleeping form through the crack in the curtain. He looks so peaceful, so free of worries when he is asleep, Ron thought. He really is a very handsome boy, with his raven hair and intense green eyes....Whoa!!! Where did that thought come from, I fancy Hermione! Or do I? Ron was saved the pain of trying to figure this out due to Harry waking with a half stifled yawn.

“Mornin'” Harry mumbled.

“Oh yeah, morning.” Ron replied while adverting his eyes as Harry had just climbed out of bed wearing nothing but red plaid boxers. Thank Merlin for Quidditch, Ron thought as he got up and headed to the showers.

Harry

Harry woke up and mumbled 'mornin' to Ron who in turn mumbled right back. Harry climbed out of bed to get dressed, he saw Ron rise as well out of the corner of his eye. Ron was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung boxers and white cotton socks. Harry sneaked a peek at him as he headed to the showers. Oh Merlin, he is so cute! Harry thought, thank you for Quidditch! Harry hurriedly got dressed to take his mind of off Ron and went down to the common room to wait to head to breakfast.

Blake

“Yes my lord, I have infiltrated the castle, the plan went perfectly. I will soon be close enough to get to him.” Blake concluded and pulled his head out of the emerald green glowing fire wearing a maniacal grin.

Chapter 5

Hermione

Hermione woke and stretched, she had slept perfectly and had woken up early. She looked around and realized she was in her room, not where she had fallen asleep. The last thing she could remember was reading in front of the fireplace. Did the house elves move me? She wondered getting up and heading for the bathroom. She brushed it off and took a hot relaxing shower, got dressed and headed to the common room to get in an hour of reading before breakfast. Hermione had just gotten comfortable in her newly favorite chair with a particularly heavy book on the Witch burnings of the 1600's when Draco emerged from his room. Hermione's jaw dropped, she could do nothing but stare as Draco made his way across the room to the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of boxers that rode very low on his hips and a silk robe that hung open to expose his perfectly sculpted torso. He emerged from the kitchen with a glass of pumpkin juice in hand and leaned against the door frame. He took a casual sip from his juice, his blond hair slipping lazily into his face making him that much sexier. He then settled his intense gray eyes on Hermione, startled she dropped her gaze blushing. Never wanted to be a glass of pumpkin juice more, she thought. What am I thinking this is Malfoy! But, she reasoned, he really is quite fit. Thank Merlin for Quidditch!

Draco

Draco watched Hermione with a half smile played across his features, he could almost read the debate going on in her head.

“Maybe you should put some clothes on before you come out of your room next time!” Hermione huffed before getting up and stalking out of the room.

Draco chuckled to himself, knowing he'd had the desire effect on Hermione. Just returning the favor, he thought. He finished his pumpkin juice and walked slowly back to his room.

Hermione

He is so infuriating, Hermione fumed. He did that just to get to me! Well two can play that game! A plan slowly formed in her head, letting it go for the time, Hermione left to join her friends at breakfast.

Ron

Ron sat down to breakfast with his sister Ginny, and Harry. He had just begun to pile eggs and bacon on to his plate when he noticed Hermione walking towards him. Ron knew what was coming, the familiar fluttering in his stomach, the quickening of his breath. But if never came. Ron's eyes followed as she walked across the Great Hall and sat down across from him at the table. What was going on? Why don't I feel anything, Ron wondered. He tried looking into her eyes when she looked up, this usually induced a skipped heart beat but again nothing.

“Ronald what is it that you're staring at!” Hermione asked slightly peeved.

Ron furrowed his brow, “nothing” he responded sadly. He took one more look at Hermione and turned to Harry who was looking right back at him, and his heart skipped a beat. Ron was by now so confused he had lost his appetite. Well almost. Just as Ron had regained his composure Blake walked into the Great Hall to a great outburst of mumbling and headed to the Gryffindor table to join Ron and his friends. The hot surge of jealousy he had felt the day before when Blake came in with Hermione seemed to have dissipated. Blake sat down with them offered a hello to the boys and kissed Hermione and Ginny's hands. The girls began to giggle while all around them other girls snickered. Ron just looked at Harry, rolled his eyes, and continued his breakfast. Although he wasn't in a jealous rage over Blake flirting with Hermione, he still wasn't too keen on the idea of him dating his sister. Ron shot Blake a death stare just to tell him that he still didn't like him and to make sure that he didn't get too comfortable. He turned back to his breakfast once again but dared a quick glance at Harry, who was smiling weakly at Blake as if in an apology. Ron found himself in a silent rage, he got up from the table abruptly startling his friends, threw a glare at Harry and stormed out of the Hall all thoughts of finishing his breakfast forgotten.

Harry

“What was that about?” Harry wondered aloud. I wonder if he saw me smile at Blake, he added to himself. But why would that bother him? Its not like he feels the same way as I do, but then again maybe, just maybe he does....

“I think I'll see whats up with Ron.” Harry mumbled while hurriedly getting up from the table, he said a quick farewell and ran out of the hall after Ron. Harry found him pacing angrily in the common room. He was throwing his arms in the air and stomping every few steps, he seemed to be having a very heated argument with himself. Harry hesitated before going over to where Ron stood fuming. Ron turned his gaze towards Harry as he approached, fire burning in his eyes.

“What do you want?” Ron snarled.

“I...uh...Ron what are you so upset about?” Harry asked quietly

“You! You upset me! How could you smile at him like that! I thought you were on my side!”

“I am on your side!” Harry yelled back, “I was just trying to be friendly, you didn't seem to have a problem with him when he walked in! You seemed to be just fine with him talking to Ginny and Hermione!”

“I don't have a problem with him talking to them. I have a problem with him talking to you!” Ron yelled but as soon as the words left his mouth he dropped his gaze and began to blush. He looked at Harry, who wore a very confused expression, and turned heel and fled up to the dormitory. Harry watched the retreating back of his best mate. What was that suppose to mean, Harry wondered. He decided that he ought to give Ron some time to cool down alone. Harry sat down in his favorite chair in front of the fire and pondered what Ron could have meant. Why would he be mad that Harry talked to Blake and not Hermione? Was it just because he was his best mate or could it possibly mean that Ron felt the same way Harry did? Harry was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not hear the common room begin to fill up.

Ron

Ron lay sniffling on his bed, trying to hold back tears that threatened to fall. How could he be so stupid! Why would he allow his emotions to get the best of him, why had he said something so stupid. How was he suppose to face Harry now? Ron worried until until he fell into a fitful sleep.


A/N: Alright this is a rather long chapter, but I just couldn't figure out where to end it so I just kept going. I hope you like it!!! And please, please, please if you read it and like it let me know, if you read it and hate it, then tell me so I can get better!!