It had been quite a few days before everyone forgot about the Quidditch match.

"Hufflepuff got beaten badly," "I heard they are so ashamed, they won't even come to the next match," And "I heard Hufflepuff cheerleaders were trying to distract Draco, but none succeeded obviously because Draco caught the snitch. Even by being distracted by Pansy." Were things I heard quite often, after about three days, I just got used to the whispering.

But then, exactly a week from the match, all hell broke loose.

We were relaxing by the lake. Since the match, we had not had practice. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw game was to be played in two weeks, and we would be playing the team that lost that match. We had a while until we needed to actually worry about practice. I was just enjoying the Saturday afternoon breeze, when the least ingenious of the Slytherin team decided to prank the Gryffindor cheerleaders.

"Hey, did you guys know that mudblood Granger is the Gryffindor Quidditch Cheer captain?" I heard Crabbe say quietly to the rest of the team.

"Yeah, she is the best after all." I heard myself proclaim before I could even think about what I was saying. "Not that I even care" I corrected myself quickly, as I noticed that some of my teammates were giving me weird looks.

"Mm, anyways, as I was saying, how about we play a prank on those losers?" Crabbe asked, completely ignoring me.

"YEAH!" The whole team chimed in, agreeing with the idea. I knew this was a capital B, bad idea. I mean, don't they know Granger by now? She will hex them- excuse that, US- into next week.

"Are you in Draco?" I heard Goyle ask me, impatience tainting his voice.

I quickly thought it over, do it…Get hexed, and most likely never be able to have babies. Don't do it, most likely lose the respect my teammates have towards me.

"Fine." I sighed.

'what am I doing?' I asked myself.

"Okay, this is what's going to happen. We are going to fill a box with Cornish pixies, and send it by owl to Granger. Saying 'You're beautiful, your secret admirer.' Meanwhile, we hide in the benches, and watch her open the box, as hundreds of pixies attack them. PRICELESS!" Whispered Lucian Bole as we all gathered around him.

"I don't think that's a good idea. I mean, okay everything is fine, but to mess with Granger's feelings like that … that's harsh" I said.

"Awh, does poor Malfoy have secret feelings for mudblood Granger?" Crabbe asked in a baby tone. I felt the blood rising to my cheeks, but of course I denied everything

"Of course not! Let's do this!" I exclaimed, I wasn't going to let Crabbe, Goyle, OR anyone for that matter make false claims on me. I DID NOT LIKE GRANGER.

'are you sure about that?' I heard that annoying voice in the back of my head question me,

'Of course I am. Granger doesn't deserve blood traitor Weasley, much less me.' I had an internal fight with myself the whole time they were preparing the Cornish pixie-filled box.

"Ready" I heard them shout to me.

"Okay, the box is ready, and now we just have to go to the owlery and mail this. Let's go" Goyle said with a bit too much enthusiasm, as if he has been waiting for this moment his whole life.

We carried the box up the long stair cases, making sure that no one was watching us at any given time. Making our way up to the owlery.

Once we got there, we got three owls to carry the heavy box, addressing it – To Hermione Granger. From your secret admirer – and swiftly made our way to the Quidditch field. My fellow teammates were all talking excitedly about the ridicule Granger was going to make out of herself. I felt miserable, but I knew I had to do it in order to keep the respect my teammates had towards me.

Once we were in the Quidditch field, we hid behind the benches, spying on the girls. The box full of pixies was already delivered and the girls were all squirming and giggling. Granger's cheeks were flushed.

The Slytherin team was snickering behind me.

'don't open it Granger' I kept mentally warning her. Hoping that by some miracle she would hear me.

But then, it happened. She opened the box, and the girls all squirmed away from the box, purple pixies pulling at their hair.

Granger looked exasperated. Pixies were pulling at her hair, slapping her face. She swiftly reached for her wand, and said the Immobulus spell, immediately freezing the devil creatures in mid-air.

As if on cue, she turned around, and fixed her ferocious glare on me.

"DRACO!" She yelled, at the top of her lungs.

I turned around, only to realize my teammates had ditched me.

Then I heard her say the locomotor mortis spell, casted directly to me. And I fell to the ground.

"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT MALFOY?" I looked up, and sure enough, there was the flustered face of Hermione Granger looking down at me.

"What the devil is going on here?" I heard a cold, expressionless voice say

"Professor Snape, Malfoy here decided to play a very childish trick on me, and-" Granger was interrupted

"Ten points from Gryffindor, for casting a spell on another student" Said the soul-less voice of Snape

"But Professor Snape-" she was interrupted once again

"No buts Granger, go to your dormitory, Gryffindor practice has been canceled until further notice, and the team will not participate in the quidditch match"

"WHAT?" I heard girls all around me exclaim,

"Professor, you can't do that, we have practiced so hard for the match!" I heard Granger try to reason with Snape.

"That's enough Ms. Granger, your head of house will tell you when cheerleading practice may resume. Now off you go! Mr. Malfoy, if you may also go to your dormitory."

I stood up, and made my way towards the castle, cursing my team. I was aware of all the glares I was getting from the cheerleaders, but all I could be aware of was the fact that Hermione Granger was crying.

'No Hermione, please don't cry'

Hermione Granger was crying. And it was all my fault.

This made me feel miserable inside.

I made a beautiful girl like Hermione cry.

And with that thought, I made my way towards the castle. Towards the Slytherin common room, and towards my dormitory. In any other circumstances I would have hunted down my teammates and given them all a piece of my mind, but I was simply not in the mood for that. I felt pathetic, and in pain, and all I really wanted to do, was sleep.

'I'm really sorry Granger, I really am'

And with that thought, I felt into a horrifying nightmare.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the wait. I had this sitting in my computer for a while, yet i forgot to upload it.

Please, Review i want to know what you guys think of this story! And it would give me motivation to upload much much much faster! :D

Hope you all like this chapter, it was kind of hard to think of, Draco went way too OOC, and... *sigh* I dont know. I dont think it was my best, hopefully the next chapter will be MUCH better.
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ALSO! Can you any of you spot the 'A very potter musical' reference? :DDD