A/n: Thanks to my awesome beta Hunter's Heir!

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

I don't even want to go into the dramas of today. It's been rough since I woke up.

This morning passed as normal, and I was off and away in my Head Girl room just above the library, quite thankful that the Head Boy and Girl did not share a common room, getting ready for the day. I went to the Gryffindor common room once finished to walk with Harry and Ron down to the Great Hall, since Ginny was off flirting with Seamus again. But as soon as I said hello, they started acting quite odd.

Their eyes got dreamy, goofy grins pulling at their lips. I thought this was a bit bizarre, and asked what was wrong. Ron practically jumped on me trying to kiss me, and I ended up propelling him backwards with a spell. The scene caught the attention of a set of girls sitting in the room, but they didn't seem to be acting like Ron and Harry were. I didn't get it.

Irritated I stomped off to the Great Hall, ignoring Harry when he got the same look in his eye. Maybe they had a shot or something that morning, or were just trying to get under my skin, because they'd never acted this way before. Sure, I dated Ron for a while, but we both agreed it wasn't working out. However, nearly being jumped by him didn't make me believe that. Perhaps he still harbored feelings, and he'd lost control.

I learned about ten minutes later that it wasn't just Ron who was acting extremely weird. Sitting down in the Great Hall I grumbled, and the two guys next to me looked over with the same lust-stricken look. Okay, that's about the time I started feeling uncomfortable. I'm not the type of girl that turns heads, causes necks to break because people are trying to see me, or has a million people crushing on me. Sure, I know I'm a lot better looking than I used to be- not to sound cocky- but I'm not drop dead gorgeous either. Maybe everyone is just playing a twisted prank on me.

Harry and Ron walked in after I did, and seemed to be back to their usual selves as they sat down. I commented that their behavior earlier was completely uncalled for, and the same look re-appeared in their eyes. Now I knew something was up. I made a big deal about it, telling them to remember that I was Hermione, and I would figure out what was up. However, the longer I talked the more attention I seemed to draw. When someone tried to grab me and kiss me, I hexed the twat and dashed out of the Great Hall, horrified to find that all the men from Gryffindor and the neighboring Ravenclaw table followed. Well, this was trauamatizing.

The teachers didn't like it much either, and tried to settle everyone down. I didn't hear what was said as I ran for it, solely focused on getting away from these crazy men. What had gotten into them? This never happened to anyone before!

I managed to escape the lot by rushing around a corner and hiding behind a statue, letting the group journey down the hall before dashing from my hiding spot. I found the security of a broom closet and slipped in, thanking Merlin that I wasn't followed.

Now I stand here in this closet, contemplating what the hell could be going on. One moment I'm trying to yell at my friends, the next I'm being followed by men who have lust-driven eyes. Where the looks come from and why I don't know, but I'm glad the entire Great Hall didn't end up that way. I'd be royally screwed if that were the case.

It's still a mystery as to what started that. I can't say that my amazing good looks compelled the chase, as I'm nothing more than average looking. Average height, decent hair, good teeth. I'm not drop dead gorgeous like Ginny or Padma, and I don't whore myself out like Daphne, so I can't figure out what's going on. Maybe this is a horrific joke, one to make me look and feel shitty. I don't think that's the case though, else it would be Malfoy who was behind everything, and Harry and Ron would not participate in any way. Something was going on, and I didn't like it one bit.

Cracking the door open, I peer out, searching to see if anyone is around. It seems that everyone vacated this hall finally, which shouldn't have taken as long as it did, considering that this corridor isn't even currently in use. Sighing I step out, grateful that I'm not going to be chased. I just need to get back to my dorm, and maybe then I can figure out what the hell is going on.

Whatever it is, it must stop. I don't appreciate any of this one bit. I have a life, and being stalked isn't going to let me lead it very well.

I made it back to the library without incident, evading anyone I heard coming by sneaking around. I didn't want to encounter anyone, didn't want to speak to anyone, not until after I knew what the hell was going on. Thank Merlin it was Saturday, or I'd have a serious problem.

I plowed through the library faster than I normally would, ignoring anyone who glanced my way. I would not look at them and I got to the section where my room was hidden without a hitch. Unfortunately, my good luck ended there.

Malfoy lounged on a chair in front of the entrance way, looking without interest at a book. I'd completely forgotten that we were going to handle the prefect schedule today, resituating shifts for students in Quidditch or the Astronomy class. Now that school was about a month in, we knew what really did need to change.

But why, why oh why did he decide to remember? He forgets everything I say to him, and the one day I don't want to see anyone he's here, sitting in my way, prepared to reorganize the schedule as quickly as possible? Fuck me.

"Took you long enough to come back," he spat bitterly, rolling his eyes as he faces me. "After your little chase this morning I wasn't sure you could show your face. Did the males in those houses finally decide to run you out of Hogwarts? It took long enough."

My eyes widened, and I spoke rashly before I could remind myself that I was trying to be silent. "No they just chased me like hungry pigs."

Instead of growing those lust filled eyes like everyone else, he simply shook his head, looking at me once more when he finished. He didn't try to kiss me- thankfully- but he did seem offset by my voice. I wonder why he seems to be the only one who can actually fight it.

Maybe it's because he's still too prejudiced about blood heritage to even be entranced by whatever I've been doing to the males at school all morning. Well, at least I have that on my side. Harry and Ron might be possessed when I step into a room, but good old Malfoy still thinks I'm disgusting. At least something still makes sense.

Malfoy still can't stand me. This is good. Maybe I'm just having a frightfully bad dream.

"Well whatever your problem is," he said, shaking his head again, "Do keep it to yourself, won't you? I have better things to do than be disrupted today. Maybe the flabbergasted boys will stay away long enough that we can get something done."

"Right, whatever," I muttered, taking the other seat at the table. He was looking at me oddly as he rubbed his temple, seemingly thinking. I have no idea what was going on in his head but hopefully it was different from the lust driven eyes everyone shot my way that morning. I can't handle being chased by Malfoy of all people!

It didn't take long for me to get distracted. I started thinking about this morning again, wondering if I was perhaps tripping on something. No, I hadn't consumed anything dangerous or untrustworthy yesterday, and it was unlikely that I was drugged. So why did the men anywhere near me lose their minds when I started speaking? Oh, there would certainly be questions later from the Headmaster about this, I'm sure.

I actually remembered reading something like this when I was young. Sirens or something could lure men to their deaths according to Greek mythology. That didn't really seem to fit since I'm not exactly beautiful, but truth be told it's the only thing I can think of. They used to do it with music, right?

Singing. They would sing and lure men to their deaths.

I look towards Malfoy. Well, he could be fun to try that out on. If he has no reaction to my voice then I can declare myself batty and go researching through the entire library to see what the hell was wrong with me.

And if he does have a reaction to my voice, well, then I will be as terrified as I please. Taking a deep breath, I wonder if I need more sleep or something. Sirens, as if! They were mythical for a reason!

Nonetheless, I have no idea what's going on, and decide to just go with it. Taking a second breath he glances at me, realizing I'm not paying attention anymore. I don't know if it's irritation or anger in his eyes, but either way he doesn't seem like he even noticed that I was off thinking about other things. Apparently even when I'm daydreaming I look focused.

Sirens use romantic bullshit right? That's what's entrancing? I looked towards Malfoy. Merlin, if this didn't work he might just hit me for my stupidity.

I might hit myself for my stupidity. But I won't know unless I actually try something out, right? Staring down at the paper in front of me, blocking out whatever he's trying to say, I start singing, really believe I've gone off the deep-end.

"No I can't take one more step towards you/ Cause all that's waiting is regret/ Don't you know that I'm not your ghost anymore/ I lost the love I loved the most."

I stop and look up at him, surprised at how amazing my voice sounds. Usually I sound dreadful, but the words flow beautifully off my tongue, slipping out like silk instead of gravel. He's got that lustful look in his eyes now, the same look everyone else usually has.

My eyes widen as he continues to stare on at me with that hungry look in his eyes. Shit, that means… well, shit!

He's staring at me now with that hungry look growing in his eyes, though he seems to be having an internal battle with himself. I get up out of my chair, panicking. No, no, no! This was supposed to be a joke, a stupid one, but nothing real! This is preposterous since Sirens aren't real, since I'm not one, since-

I stop thinking as he stands and jumps on me, pinning me into the floor. His mouth finds mine and I'm stunned, too alarmed by what the hell is happening. Oh no, this was very bad indeed.

Sirens supposedly lure men to their deaths. Well, once Malfoy realizes what he's doing, I'm sure he's going to feel like I've done exactly that, even as he crashes his lips into mine, repeatedly.

Oh yeah. This is going to be so hard to explain.

A/n: So… here's a new idea. I'm not quite sure it'll become a full blown story though. I was just kind of writing to see if I could clear my brain and get something decent done, but it turned into this… Siren story.

So please leave a review. It's really out there, but kind of intriguing I suppose. And it will help me make a decision on what I'm doing with this. It might be continued or I might just mark it as complete, labeling it as brainstorming or something. I guess we'll see what happens.