September 2

"Dammit Malfoy! Don't you know how to knock?! GET OUT!!"

Usually, Granger's voice first thing in the morning feels like walking on glass, but this situation wasn't that tortuous—for me that is.

Since I am currently facing a very naked mudblood.

"Yes, I know HOW to knock mudblood, but if one sees the door slightly ajar, they usually assume that there is no need to knock."

As she is struck by the accuracy of my words, a blush creeps on her cheeks. I notice that through this exchange, the mudblood has made no attempt to cover up. Being who I am, I take advantage of the scenery.

The mudblood's body can only be described in one word, BEAUTIFUL. Dammit, how could something so filthy be so lush and curvy? And that curly hair below...

"MALFOY!!" I jerk back into consciousness. "My face is up here!" And I care because?

She finally attempts to cover herself with her hands but fails miserably. The towel she needs is out of her reach, not mine. I take the towel off its hook.

"Needing this?" I smirk. Let's see how you handle this.

Her face contorts in anger. "MALFOY I AM IN NO MOOD FOR GAMES! YOU'VE HAD YOUR FREE SHOW YOU DISGUSTING PERVERTED LITTLE FERRET! NOW HAND ME MY TOWEL AND GET THE HELL OUT!"

Oh no sweetheart, I'm enjoying this. Sweetheart? I mentally slap myself. Must be the view getting to my head, and not the one that's used for thinking.

I approach her slowly, my eyes meeting hers. "Give me one good reason why I should?" I pulled her close, close enough to where I know she can feel me against her belly. She looks up in question, but before she can speak I quickly release her and turn to leave.

I took the towel with me.


So here I was sitting in the great hall wondering what the hell possessed me in that bathroom 20 minutes before. I mean, it wasn't like I was starved for female companionship. I'm handsome, rich and intelligent. I could have anyone I wanted in Hogwarts. I don't even LIKE her as a human being, I just like her body. Ok, I admitted it. She is a filthy beauty indeed. I stab at my food. This is ridiculous.

"Filthy beauty? Poetry for the soul I assume? Talking to oneself is the first sign of madness mate." A familiar presence sits beside me.

"Stuff it Blaise." And he is right.

"Good morning to you too sleeping beauty, I have news for you, but not here." I casually stand up to leave the great hall, Blaise waiting a few minutes after my departure to make his exit. My eyes lock with a pair of honey brown one's upon my leave.

Blaise and I walk back to the head dorms since it's the best place in terms of privacy and security. Even with all this, I place an anti-eavesdropping spell and place up wards as we enter the room. I am taking no chances.

Blaise starts in as I begin to pace. "I received a letter from my father last night. He mentioned that thing we discussed the other day. We were right not to have a good feeling about this."

"No shit Sherlock. What else did the letter say?"

"Reading between the lines, I think that something is—"

"OPEN THE DOOR MALFOY!! I KNOW YOU"RE IN THERE!" Dammit, mudblood!

"Let's just say that we need to watch ourselves because this is going to be a very interesting year. We should start dueling again."

Dueling? We did that earlier this summer because...

"MALFOY!!" The banging on the door continues. "I NEED MY BOOKS!"

"Let's chat after potions Blaise." We both nod at each other as I lift the wards. Guess who falls through the door...

"I like it when women fall at my feet mudblood but this isn't impressive for you. Dirt is already at home on the ground." She straightens up and before I know it her hand meets my cheek.

"Kiss my ass Malfoy. As of this morning, I KNOW you need no directions!" She smirks at both of us as she goes back to her room. I'm too shocked to be pissed, mud with cheek? I may have explored that had we been alone.

(mental slap). No I wouldn't!

Blaise raises an eyebrow while I rub my cheek. Damn.

"Something happened this morning I need to know about? Something about a filthy beauty?"

I shrug. "Like you said, poetry for the soul. I 'm going to Herbology."

"Yeah, right. Scratch our earlier appointment; there isn't anything else to add. Get in touch with your sources and let's parle then." One slang term that makes sense. Finally Zabini.

As we exit the portrait hole I head towards the greenhouse, he towards the Divination classroom near the North tower.

"Talk to you later B."

Both knowing its going to be sooner than later.

A/N: See Chapter 8 as these are posted together

-NB