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Chapter One: With utter disgust, Hermione Granger

Ron was amazed at his girlfriend's beauty as she came over to greet him, she was wearing a baby blue spaghetti strap showing about an inch and a half of her stomach and a wearing semi-short faded cut-offs which showed her newly acquired tan. Ron couldn't help but notice that her hair was no longer frizzy but wavy, had highlights all through it, and was a lot more grown up than the last time they met.

"Hello Ron!" Hermione said as she pecked him on the cheek. His ears began to turn redder than his hair.

"Hello Hermione.." Harry came out of nowhere and said that he found a compartment for them...

Hermione and Ron got on the train, his arm around her waist. They looked like the happiest couple in the world! But Hermione had to soon leave them as she was a prefect and they had there own compartment they had to be in. So she said see you guys in a little
and they left her there. She wondered who else was a prefects she opened the door. . ..

"What do you want, you stupid Mudblood? You could not possibly be a prefect. . .could you?" Malfoy sneered

'He's the Slytherin prefect?' she thought angrily, 'This is not happening to me....'

"Leave her alone, Malfoy!" Cho said sternly knowing he was probably going to diss her for saying that, but she did not care. Hermione did not deserve what he said about her.

Justin Finch-Fletchley said, "Break it up nobody needs or deserves to be talked to like that! We are prefects, not first years! We need to put our differences aside and learn to work together. So.....GROW UP!!!" There was about five minutes of silence, then Justin started to talk again.

"Good. I didn't want to hear you guys fightin' anymore." Draco did not like that remark...
nobody could tell him what to do except Father!

"Fine...what are we to discuss? I don't want to sit in silence all day. I have people to make fun of and Slytherins to take care of." Malfoy's voice dripped with sarcasm.

She wanted to puke. 'I'm FORCED to spend more time than could possibly be necessary with MALFOY! Oh wait, now that they had to 'get along' she had to call him Draco. DAMN!' He made her nauseous; she could feel herself wiggling in her seat. She couldn't have felt worse if three Dementors were occupying Draco's seat instead of him.

"Malfoy, I am warning you! You better behave or I will have you in detention every night for the first month! We have to get along, or the school will not get the all the dances we wanted to have and it will be very boring this year! And it would be all your fault!" Cho said calmly but furiously. 'Yeah Malfoy, no Draco, anyway, you'd better behave or you will have to pay. I want to go to a lot of dances this year with Ron and if you misbehave I will have your neck!' Hermione thought and almost said, but she didn't because she didn't want another fight.

"I don't want to sit here and just talk about no arguing and getting along. I get enough of that from my mum and dad!" Hermione got up and left to go see Harry and Ron.

Hermione started down the corridor to her two best friend's train compartment. She walked down the narrow hallway and trampled the already murdered red and gold Gryffindor hall rug that stretched the length of this particular car. She naturally assumed the other three were decorated in Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff rugs.

Ron was telling Harry how "sexy" he thought Lavender was right as Hermione walked in. Ron's ears turned a crimson color. Hermione was hurt, very hurt, by the least likely person to hurt her. . . she glared at him, and hit him harder than she had hit Malfoy in third year. He acted all confused and that only made her even more upset.

"FINE!! I DON'T CARE IF YOU TALK ABOUT OTHER GIRLS!! SINCE YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH, NOW YOUR FREE TO SEE THEM!!!!" she screamed, and ran off trying not to cry.
'So what if he was talking about other girls? Why should it bother me? He's just a stupid boy. It shouldn't hurt this much.' she thought. She cried herself to sleep that night, and every night for the next week for that matter.
It was Saturday and the school was going to Hogsmeade, but she did not feel like going. For the first time in a while, she felt like sneaking around the school, all by herself of course, but sneaking is sneaking. She wanted revenge on Ron for what he did, and she knew just what to do.
'Malfoy. . . I will owl Malfoy and tell him my plan! But first I need one...' She thought for awhile as she walked into the common room, sat down, and took out some parchment and a quill and begin to write.

Dear Malfoy,
I do not , I repeat, do not want to be writing this, but it seems I am
left with no other choice as Ron does not hate anyone more than you.
I want to make him as jealous as possible! I really did not want it
to come down to this but......will you become my ''boyfriend" to make him
jealous? I have no feelings toward you, except hate and sadness, but I have
to ask this of you. If you say no, I will understand and just ask Crabbe
or Goyle. I must end this letter now and I await your reply.
With utter disgust,
Hermione Granger

She was done with the letter and thought it looked pretty convincing......'Now all I need now is an owl' she thought. She stood and left the common room for the owlry.
'Why am I asking Malfoy out? This is crazy! Well, I guess it will be convincing if it works, after all we have the same dorm, the same common room and we will be spending a lot of time together as we are prefects.... If Malfoy agrees, this will work very well.' She thought about it a bit more and smirked. As she made it to the owlry she thought, 'Now, I can finally get this over with.'

Ron spotted her, she looked greatly pained like she had failed a class or something. He wondered if it had been because of their fight earlier. He followed her to the owlry.

'Who could she want to speak to this early in the year?' he thought. Maybe it was to complain with the fact that Malfoy was a prefect. His head hurt just from the thought of that git. He watched her give the letter to a random owl and whisper something to it.

"Hey, why didn't you ask to borrow my owl." Ron gave her a pleading half smile.

"Why would I ask for your owl?" she glared at him in a know-it-all way.

"Well, I thought we were still friends. You didn't say differently earlier." Hermione didn't respond, she just ran off in the general direction of somewhere that was extremely far from there. She had no clue where she was going and when she finally looked up she saw the portrait of fruit that lead to the kitchen. She tickled the pear and entered. Dobby came and asked what she needed, when he realized that she was crying.

"Is Miss Granger ok? Dobby is worried for Miss Granger. Can Dobby do something for Miss Granger?" Dobby asked these things to try and help but he did not think it did, as all she did was sit and cry for about 30 minutes. When they heard footsteps, she had to find a place to hide. The portrait opened and she froze dead in her tracks.

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