Disclaimer: Much as I'd like to, I don't own Draco Malfoy, or any part of the magical world that J.K. Rowling has all the copyrights to ... please don't sue me. There are some parts of this story that are quotes from the book - it can't be helped - events are the same as in the book, but Draco's opinion of these events may vary from Harry's.

The song belongs to the Partridge Family.

Author's Notes: Well, this whole part of the story is being originally written with respect to OotP. I hadn't got this far before the re-write, so it's not needed editing.

And sorry if this chapter acts like a songfic, but there's a point to it, honest. That point being I just couldn't get the song out of my head, and it's all Lena's and Stephen's fault.

Chapter 1 - I Think I Love You

Well this holiday could be going worse. Father seemed pleased that my grade average was two percent more than Hermione's ... though I did neglect to inform him that she took five extra subjects more than I did, and her overall grade was almost twice mine. Still, no yelling, no curses, and generally Father is in a good mood, and I am looking forward to the World Cup this summer. Two more weeks ... that's way too long to wait.

Bored now.

'You look bored.' Crucia asked - I had taken the Runespoor up to my room, since Father was in such a good mood he didn't seem to mind.

I nodded.

'What is wrong?' Avada asked.

I shrugged - I didn't know how to word it in English, let alone snake-language.

Imperia took one look at me and started singing:

'I was sleeping,

And right in the middle of a good dream,

And all at once I wake up,

From something that keeps knocking at my brain,

Before I go insane,

I hold my pillow to my head,

And spring up in my bed,

Screaming out the words I dread -'

"Stop singing!" I snapped, "And where any of you heard Muggle songs from, I don't want to know." I added, hitting the pillow and glaring at my Muggle Studies text book - it was it's fault. Hell, I knew a lot of those songs ... not half bad for Muggles. Dammit, now I've got that song stuck in my head!

'- this morning,

I woke up with this feeling,

I didn't know how to deal with,

And so I just decided to myself,

I'd hide it to myself,

And never talk about it,

And didn't I go and shout it,

When you walked into the room -' Imperia added - I would swear she was smirking.

"You three unnerve me." I muttered.

'Thank you.' Crucia hissed.

"What? You understand me?"

'Human-tongue is not hard to learn.' Crucia replied coolly.

"I thought as much ... your language is much more difficult." I noted. Stupid Muggle song.

I was bored, though. I wandered over to the trunk at the foot of my bed and took out the spy-ball. Almost as good as Muggle television, and ten times as voyeuristic.

"Hermione Granger." I muttered, tapping the spy-ball with my wand. The snakes seemed to be sniggering at something. I ignored them.

Hermione was sitting in front of a Muggle contraption, which looked like a television connected to a typewriter, and was typing on it. The words appeared on the screen. I glanced at the Muggle Studies textbook ... so this was what a computer looked like, then? (hey, I'm a fast learner, and I did get 105% in Muggle Studies.)

I zoomed in on the screen - her diary - ok, now this could be very interesting.

'The holidays are just flying by. Seems like only yesterday I gave McGonagall back the Time-turner.'

So I was right - she did have a Time-turner.

'Ron asked me to the Quidditch world cup in two weeks - I'm going, of course - I've never seen a professional Quidditch match - it will be exciting. I have been reading up on the teams - the Irish team looks set to win, but Viktor Krum is supposed to be the best Seeker in the league ... bet that'll change if Harry ever goes professional ... wonder how Malfoy would compare to Krum? He is the second-best Seeker I know.'

She sighed, and paused for a minute, before continuing. I growled quietly - Potter cheated in that last match - did you not notice, girl?! The three snakes were now watching with interest, as well, though I think I heard one of them hissing something, but I couldn't make out what.

'Crookshanks got into another fight with the neighbour's cat, today. I do wish he would leave it alone - it's not like it's ever hurt him. Still, I hope Crookshanks doesn't cause trouble with Errol or Pigwidgeon.'

She stopped writing when she heard a voice call her. "Hermione! Dinnertime!" it sounded female.

I watched her switch off the computer - memo to me, learn more about those things - and she ran downstairs to a small (well, compared to what I'm used to) dining room. Three other people were there - a young girl of about eight or nine, and two adults - all three had brown hair, the woman's hair was a darker shade of brown and she was wearing glasses, but they were undoubtedly her parents - I remember seeing them with her, in Diagon Alley ... and I would be surprised if that girl wasn't Hermione's sister ... although, I never knew she even had a sister, so I could be wrong.

I listened to the conversation - seems her parents are dentists, and the girl is indeed her sister ... wonder if she's a Muggle or not. Most of what they were saying made little-to-no sense to me, but that didn't stop me - it was more interesting and more effective than reading a Muggle Studies textbook, any day.

After they had finished dinner, Hermione returned to her room, and turned on the computer again ... I didn't pay attention to it this time, although it seemed she was writing to someone, and getting responses, on the screen. Seems an awful lot like Tom Riddle's diary to me, but the conversation looked like it was about nail-polish and hair-care-products, so I wasn't too worried. I looked around her room - there was a whole wall dedicated to bookshelves, half of these books were magical, the other half Muggle science and reference books - there were more books on the table, and several ... those are called CDs, right? One of which claimed to contain an encyclopaedia. Interesting. After a few minutes, she took one of these CDs and put it in another Muggle machine, pressed a button and glared "Work, damn you!" she snapped at it. It just sat there stubbornly. She glared at it for a moment, then hit it sharply, and it started playing music.

I glared at the three snakes, daring them to say anything. Imperia started singing along to the same bloody song she had been singing earlier. I tapped the spy-ball with my wand, stopping the music. Imperia stopped singing, and I swear she smirked at me. "Not funny." I muttered.

Well that was interesting, wasn't it?

Five minutes passed in silence.

Bored now.

* * *

That night, I had a dream ... first time in a long time I've remembered a dream that wasn't a nightmare.

I was wandering aimlessly through the corridors of Hogwarts, when I turned a corner and walked straight into Hermione.

"Oh, it's you." she said in a neutral voice that was totally hiding what she was thinking - I didn't know she could do that.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking at her carefully.

"I was just in the Library reading up on that vampire essay Lupin set. How did you know Lupin was a werewolf? Was it the werewolf essay Snape set that told you?"

"What? No, I knew way before that." I replied. (I had never told her I had known before Snape told everyone ... she couldn't really know, but that doesn't stop dreams being illogical, does it?) "And why am I not surprised that you were in the Library?"

She smiled faintly, then turned and started walking past me.

I followed quickly, "Wait." she stopped, and looked at me, "Can I walk with you? I would appreciate the company."

"You're never lonely, Malfoy - you've got all those Slytherin friends." she replied, starting to walk again, more slowly this time.

I walked alongside her, "That's at Hogwarts ... you don't know how lonely and boring it is in Malfoy Manor." I noted.

"Gilded cage?" she asked.

"Sort of."

She smiled faintly, "If you ask me, I could help you pick the lock."

"What do you mean?" I asked, stepping in front of her, stopping her from continuing walking.

She just looked up at me. I don't know what I was thinking - actually, I just wasn't thinking - but I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

She kissed me back, for a second, but then backed away from me, "Harry and Ron are waiting for me." and she bolted down the corridor as fast as she could run.

* * *

I woke up, rolled over and glared at the clock ... 'four in the morning - go back to sleep'. I thought about that dream for a few minutes, tapping my fingers on the pillow. I found myself wondering what it would be like to really kiss Hermione. The dream seemed to stick in my mind, no matter what I tried, I couldn't think of anything else. It's not like she's the most physically attractive witch I know - totally contrary to typical Malfoy behaviour, I seem to be attracted to her personality as well.

Oh, damnit - the Runespoor was right.

I think I love her.

Imperia, who doesn't seem to need sleep, started singing, now:

'I think I love you,

So what am I so afraid of?

I'm afraid that I'm not sure of,

A love there is no cure for.

I think I love you,

Isn't that what life is made of?

So it worries me to say,

I've never felt this way.

Believe me,

You really don't have to worry,

I only want to make you happy,

And if you say "hey go away" I will,

But I think better still,

I'd better stay around and love you,

Do you think I have a case?

Let me ask you to your face,

Do you think you love me?

I think I love you.'

I must remember never to let those three anywhere near Muggle music ... ever again.

* * *

End of chapter 1