I don't own any of the characters in this story, but I do own the letter Z. Although I don't think it is in this story at all, I own it!


Gryffindor Common Room (October 10)

"Damn that Malfoy!" Hermione Granger, now in seventh year, was quickly growing angrier. "I know that he's the Head Boy and all, but he's always going out of bounds. Those poor first years didn't do anything but breathe his air!"

"Poor first years," Ronald Weasley, also in seventh year, had just joined the conversation. "Are they out of the hospital wing?" He asked her sympathetically.

"He didn't hurt them Ron, just took off points." She huffed and sat down on the couch next to him.

"He smirked at this and replied, "But I thought you said they breathed his air." Suddenly the redhead and his best friend, another seventh year, Harry Potter, broke into hysterical laughter.

"You two are so immature!" Hermione huffed at them and crossed her arms around her chest.

They both looked shocked at this response and Ron said, "Hermione, are you defending Draco Malfoy? Are you hiding something from us? Do you like him?"

This set her off far worse than she was a few minutes ago, "Draco Malfoy! Me, have a thing for that disgusting piece of filth?! The thought of it, why I never! I despise the very ground he walks on! His very presence makes me want to, well, I don't know. How can you suggest such a thing Ron? I thought we were friends! I'd tell you if I were going insane." Her anger suddenly transformed into hurt with the last few sentences.

"Sorry, I was just wondering." He mumbled in reply, hoping she wouldn't bite his head off.

"Since you're Head-girl," Harry finally spoke, "Can't you stop him?"

"Yes and no. I don't really feel like explaining it to you now, no offence. If you really care to know I can check out Hogwarts Guidelines for the Prefects and Heads from the library for you.

"No thanks!"

"Yeah, we're not that curious!" Ron finished Harry's statement.

"Oh well. I'm going upstairs to go study. N.E.W.T.S. are coming up soon, you two should start studying for them." She got up and walked towards the stairs.

"That's not for another seven months!" Ron shouted at her as she climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories.


Slytherin Common Room (October 10)

Draco Malfoy was sitting by the fire on the couch with his arm around his girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson. His minions, Crabbe and Goyal, were sitting at a table across from the room doing God knows what to distract themselves. They were all seventh years, and were enjoying a quiet time in the common room, thanks to Malfoy's Head-Boy powers.

"Tell me again how much you hate that ugly mudblood Malfoy." Pansy whispered in his ear.

"I hate her so much," He stopped to think about a few thinks to entertain Pansy. "So much that the very thought of her makes me want to puke. Seeing her makes me want to stick knives in my eyes. Thinking of her,"

Pansy stopped him by locking her lips with his, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him on top of her. "Tell me again what you want to do to all those filthy mudbloods."

'God, what is it with her and asking all of these questions. Is this some sort of comfort for her?' He asked himself while sticking his tongue down her throat, causing her to moan. "Don't talk Parkinson, you'll ruin the mood."

She obeyed him and massaged his tongue with her own. His hands were moving all over her body, causing her to squeal with delight. It also caught the attention of Crabbe and Goyal, who were no longer talking to themselves, but watching Draco and Pansy wide-eyed. They were obviously fantasizing about being in one of the positions. Draco noticed the lack of noise coming from the two and looked over.

"What are you staring at?" He jumped off Pansy, much to her disappointment.

"Nothing..." They both mumbled and Draco shot them an icy stare.

"When I'm on the couch with Pansy you two will not watch us, is that clear?" They both nodded and he continued. "And if I have to tell you again, I will write to my father." They both looked mortified. "This is the eighth time it has happened, and it's sickening me!"

The two gorillas held their heads down low as they walked upstairs to their dormitory, leaving Pansy and Draco alone. He sat back down on the couch and Pansy scooted closer to him, trying to continue where they had left off. Malfoy on the other hand, had lost whatever he was feeling earlier and just wanted to go to sleep.

"I'm going to bed Parkinson, see you in the morning." She sighed and blew him a kiss as he descended the stairs.