Title: Dirty Little Secret

Author: late for work... again

Summary: Just a little ficlet I wrote before work. What if when Hermione had Draco at wand point, he happened to let something slip? Will not be a series unless I have a unanimous vote of yes.

Hermione was a vengeful harpy. Draco had decided this years ago. Cute in her Mudblood, smarter-than-you way, but still irritating in all her avenging angel aura. But really, Granger couldn't phase him.

Draco had a secret. Not just your run of the mill, I-stole-your-quill secret either. We're talking the all out, life shattering if exposed secret. The kind that could convince his dad he didn't need an heir and kill his only child. The kind that gets you thrown out of your family, your dad's will and shunned by your friends.

What was his secret?

Well if I told you he'd probably hunt me down and kill me.

Seriously.

But it just so happens that no good secret can stay hidden for long. This wouldn't be a very fascinating story if the secret remained so now would it?

Draco was mocking Hagrid. It was a safe, fun past time that had nothing to do with his secret. Of course if something were to happen and his secret was to find out about this habit, he might have to remedy his ways to keep his secret happy.

Any way, Draco Goyle and Crabbe were making fun of Hagrid when he heard the sounds of approaching feet. He turned to see Weasel King and Potter being led by Granger. Seriously, who wore the pants in this relationship.

He made some snide comment he couldn't really remember later and Granger's face darkened. She strode forward and pressed her wand against his neck.

Draco was at something of a loss as to what to do. On the one hand he felt like fake crying to see if she would be sympathetic. He rather doubted it. She pressed the wand harder and he figured that she meant damage. Weasel and Potter didn't look in any hurry to stop her. His minions were being stupid and just standing there.

Hermione's brown eyes darkened. "Give me one good reason, Malfoy." She snarled quietly. He knew the boys behind her couldn't hear.

Draco tried to think up something good. Something that might save him. Unfortunately his mind wasn't working to straight and his thoughts, in their panic, had fixated on one figure.

"I like Ginny Weasley." He blurted.