Life is Strange

Every Breath You Take: The Police
Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you.

Every single day

Every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I'll be watching you.

Oh can't you see

You belong to me?

How my poor heart aches with every step you take.

Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace.

I dream at night, I can only see your face.

I look around but it's you I can't replace.

I keep crying baby, baby please..................

Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you.

Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you......

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.Dinner was uncomfortable. Hermione had eaten so many meals with Ron and Harry, she knew their habits backwards and forwards. They way Ron ate as though it was his last meal. The way Harry always put down his fork in between bites. The way they both talked with their mouth full. Disgusting really. But familiar and somehow comfortable.


But tonight was different; and she was wishing she had stayed at the library. Maybe. Harry sat across from her as usual. He and Ron sometimes both sat next to her. Sometimes they sat across from one another. But never had she felt her foot been brushed so many times. Harry had gotten taller but ... it seemed strange that his foot found hers so often. And when it did, he would look at her over his glasses. He was smiling and laughing with Ron and Seamus about something Quidditchy, but his eyes always left theirs and made contact with her as soon as their feet touched. She almost felt herself blushing, as he reached over the table, handed her a roll, his foot on top of hers the whole while.


Ron too. In between forkfuls he began to imitate Snape. Hermione laughed, but when Ron reached over and put his arm around her; his warm arm, and looked into her face, his hair brushing her cheek, she just about jolted out of her seat.


These boys were her friends. But the way they were acting was causing her body to react strangely. Maybe they didn't even realize what they were doing. Harmless flirting; Experimenting with a safe girl they really had no romantic interest in. But Hermione wasn't used to this kind of attention. Her heart was racing, she was uncomfortably warm.


She pulled away from Ron slightly. He took his arm off her, went back to his food without a second look, continuing his imitation of Snape.


She sighed and looked up. Only to catch Malfoy leaving the Hall. And he was looking at her. Malfoy again. First the boys and they Malfoy. What in the world was going on?

Potions was being held at dusk this year. Snape said it was an optimal time of night for some potion ingredients to reach maximum effectiveness. Not that, he sneered, it would help the half wit students trying to use them. They could be brewing a first year potion with the most powerful ingredients available, and still somehow would manage to bungle it completely.


Hermione was both uneasy and thrilled to have Harry as her potions partner this year. Both Neville and Ron had not made it into Newt level potions, and she was glad that she wouldn't be forced to drag them into competency. Harry had squeaked by due to the Prince's notes, but he had learned a thing or to as well; Hermione knew she wouldn't have to help him all that much. She could concentrate on the quality of her own potions. That is, if she could concentrate with Harry as her partner and Draco sitting across from her with Zabini.


She smiled up at Harry he sat down next to her. He smiled warmly back at her.


“Potions after Quidditch practice will take some getting used to. I didn't have time to shower. Hope I don't smell too much.”


She shook her head as he began to lay out his ingredients. She could smell him. But her stupid hormones were at work again. His sweat wasn't offending her. On the contrary, she tried take in deep breaths through her nose as subtly as possible. He smelled....really good. Really good. How odd.


Shaking her head, Hermione grinned to herself.


“What so funny?” he said glancing over at her, a smile on his face as well.


“Uh nothing,” she squeaked, thinking there was no way in hell she would tell one of her best friends that she was amused at the thought of bottling and selling his sweat.


An hour later she wasn't laughing. She was freezing. It was normally dank and cold in the dungeons during the day, but at night they were absolutely frigid. Hermione shivered as she poured the last of their potion into the tiny bottle in front of her.


“Jeez, don't spill it. Snape might torture us and make us stay and make it again. I still have tons of homework to do tonight.” Harry said, steadying her hands in his. He put down the beaker.


“No wonder; your hands are frigid.” Hermione looked on in a kind of horror, as Harry took her hands in his, and began to rub them vigorously. She looked away quickly, her face in flames as he bent over and began to blow his hot breath on them; looked away from Harry only to find her eyes locked with Draco across from her. He was red in the face too, but he looking at her and grinding his teeth together noticeably. Then his eyes widened as he noticed her looking at him. He quickly looked away, than slowly looked back at her.


Hermione waited for the comment about Harry's actions; the snide remark that would undoubtedly try to cut her to the bone. But Draco said nothing. He just looked at her. And...even as Harry was rubbing her hands in a way that was making her insides shake, she didn't look away. And Draco looked back.


Slam! Everyone's attention was drawn to the front of the room where Snape was dragging Hannah Abbot and Seamus Finnegan from the Potions cupboard.


“If I ever find you,” Snape scanned the class of wide eyed students, “or any of you engaging in physical acts in my classroom again, I will personally see that you are expelled.” He shook the couple, one in each hand. “Do you understand me? Am I being clear enough for you.” His voice was colder than the classroom.


“Yes professor.” the class stammered. Harry immediately dropped Hermione's hands, and gave her an apologetic look.


“Enough. Leave your potions at the front. Everyone get out.” Snape stormed towards the door, dragging the helpless couple along with him.


Quiet giggles and several smirks later, the class began to pack up their supplies. Draco continued to sit still, looking at the front of the room, allowing Blaise to clean up their table. Hermione couldn't stop looking at him, at least when she saw Harry looking away.


She wasn't ignoring him any more. Despite Potter's pawing, she wasn't looking at the Boy Wonder. She was looking at him. Finally she was giving him the attention he deserved. He grinned, still staring at the front of the room.


Hermione twitched as Malfoy turned and smirked at her. Her elbow struck the potion bottle on their table. It hit the stone floor and shattered into paces.


“Oh no,” Harry groaned. “Hermione, how could you? Now we'll have to stay late and do it again, or get a zero. I told you I had a ton of homework.”


Hermione gazed at the broken glass in shock, waiting to hear Malfoy's remark about her clumsiness since he so obviously witnessed her impersonation of a complete and utter clutz. When he said nothing, she shook herself in disbelief.


“Don't worry,” she said quietly “I'll stay late and do it again. You go on.”


Harry gave her a relieved look and began to pack up his stuff. “Thanks. I swear I'll make it up to you.” He paused, and gave her a strange look. “I promise. I'll find something to do for you.” He was one of the last to leave.


Hermione sighed as she took out her wand to clean up the glass. The door closed, and she shivered, looking up. Draco was standing by the closed door, looking at her. There was no one left in the room but she and he. She froze, but raised her wand when he began to more towards her.
his face a perfect blank. No smiles now.


She flinched as he stopped right in front of her, and used his own wand to clean up the mess. She continued to stand there dumbfounded as he relit the fire under her cauldron, and began to set out the ingredients necessary for the potion. Jarringly, she put down her wand and started to work with him, remaking the potion. Neither of them spoke a word. He carefully avoiding touching her, and she didn't dare even breathe too hard. The work was accomplished quickly. Hermione discovered that Malfoy was coldly precise in his measurements, and worked quickly and efficiently. They were done in a quarter of the time it had taken she and Harry.


Draco blew out the fire, stoppered the bottle, walked up to Snape's desk setting the bottle down amongst the others. Hermione stood rooted to the spot, considering and discarding any words she might say to him. Was she seriously in a position to thank Malfoy?


But her consternation increased one hundred fold when Malfoy didn't turn around and come back. He walked up to the Potion's cupboard. Then he did turn around. And looked at her again. Then he went inside, pulling the door closed behind him.


Hermione was well and truly frozen in shock. Draco Malfoy was in the Potion's Cupboard with the light's off. What was he doing? Was he...she shook her head slowly from side to side. Was he waiting for her, Hermione Granger, to come into the cupboard with him? That was just plain insanity. But...she thought back to the smile, to the looks, to the instance at the train station. She thought of how he had felt pressed up against her. The feeling of his chest, the feeling of his hands on her, and all of a sudden the dungeon was a little warmer.


Her heart was racing, and she could feel the blood pumping in all of her limbs. The voice of her body was talking to her. Rather loudly. She had never felt it so insistent all her life. Her brain and conscience were always so overpowering. And as she sat there debating the most crazed, strangest decision of her young life, part of her warned, cautioned, threatened her to think, and not trust how her body was making her feel. Remember that this was Malfoy, and that a few bizarre instances of physical attraction did not in any way remove his horrific behavior over the last few years. A month ago she would have laughed hysterically at the idea of what she was contemplating; laughed and clearly disregarded such a blatant attempt to make herself the object of humiliation.


But...now...well...now. Hermione sat there and realized a strange truth, , something that surprised her, shocked her actually. Her thrumming body seemed to make all that extremely logical thinking moot; she didn't care. She just wanted to see what would happen.


She walked towards the closed door, put her hand on the knob. She was shaking. Oh Merlin what was she doing. She rested her head against the door. This wasn't an exploration with Victor, or (for heaven's sake!) Ron or Harry. This was Malfoy. Malfoy.


She turned the knob, opened the door and went it and closed it behind her.


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