Father is going to kill me. How could I lose all our money to a Mudblood? Least of all to Hermione-freakin'-Granger! Draco stormed into the room, freezing as he saw the seductress herself, sitting herself on her velvet lined bed. "You!"
She looked to him like all that happened in the Great Hall, hadn't. She just smiled that mischevious smile. "Draco? Come to pay your fine, I suppose?"
He gulped, trying to rid himself of the lump in his throat. He found his voice, but for a second. "How did you dance like that?"
He felt a presence behind him. He turned to see none other than the head of his house. "Ms. Granger, we would like to see you. Now." The old, black haired man swept himself from sight, waiting only a few feet down the hall.
Draco heard her sigh, watched as she climbed off the bed, strolling like she had once more to the door where he stood. "What can I say? I'm a Mudblood of Dentists." She walked out.
But not before she kissed him on the cheek.