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HERMIONE

Yes… I avoided Ginny on my way to bed last night. So I shouldn't have really been surprised when she cornered me in the common room in the morning.

"Hermione!"

"Ah!"

But I was. Surprised, that is.

She rolled her eyes.

"What happened?" she asked. I feigned not understanding.

"You purposefully dodged me," she said.

"No I didn't."

"Uh… yeah. You did."

I sighed.

"All he wanted was to give me my bag. Now can we move on?"

"Wait – was that before or after we saw him staying behind."

"After."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You don't make any sense!"

And with that I ran down to breakfast, not waiting for Harry or Ron. Or Ginny.

Hmph.

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DRACO

It's Hallowe'en. Tonight they choose the champions. I, like all Slytherins, hope that a Slytherin is chosen. And, personally, as for the Dumbstrang champion, I have my fingers crossed for Scum.

Anyways, I think last night went quite well. Yes… she still doesn't like me. But I think that this is going to work. I really do.

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"The Beauxbatons champion: Fleur Delacour."

There was an applause, and I shrugged, though my eyes couldn't help but follow her as she danced her way up to Dumbledore. I saw that nearly every other male was doing the same. Granger was rolling her eyes. I mean, it was pretty obvious. It's not like I'm looking at her every few seconds.

Tsk.

"The Durmstrang champion:" I looked on eagerly, "Viktor Krum."

The man in front of me looked amazed, and stood up grinning. I applauded him happily, watching him march up to the table. But I nearly through my bread roll at him as he casted a subtle sideways glance at the Gryffindor table.

Does he want me to hate him?

Granger is mine – so I can crush her, I mean.

"And, finally, the Hogwarts champion:" I looked on eagerly once more, sensing Flint's excitement, "Cedric Diggory."

More applause, especially from the Hufflepuff table (duh). I suppose I joined in a bit. Granger was applauding happily, which made me want to applaud harder. Blaise looked at me, confused, and I put my hands under the table quickly. He snorted. I scowled.

"Well, now that we have all of the champions…" But I wasn't listening. I was busy planning my next tactic.

But then, the hall grew silent. I was awoken from my thought by silence. Strange.

And then, that Goblet thing lit up again.

I stared at it. Hadn't it said it's three champions? This was ridicu-

A piece of paper flew out, and then – "Harry Potter."

I snorted loudly.

What?

Really?

I looked over at the Gryffindor table. Potter was seated next to Granger, so it didn't take me long to see where he was seated – I mean, his ugly face stuck out in the crowd, so I saw him first.

…

He was pale. I smiled. Granger looked pale too, but she pushed him when his name was called again. Weasel looked livid.

Everyone was silent. No applause.

Good. He barely deserved it.

He stood up and stumbled, which made my day all the more better. I watched him go up into the champion's chamber.

He definitely cheated his way in. He was obviously dying for the attention. And they said I was bad.

Granger looked terrified as she looked after him.

You don't think… no. The last thing I needed was another rival.

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HERMIONE

Oh dear, oh dear.

This can't be right.

Oh dear.

As soon as Dumbledore had gone, whispers erupted in the hall and people got up to leave.

"Oh no!" I said to Ron. "This cannot be good!"

He shook his head.

"This is terrible…" I said.

"Why?" he asked. "Eternal glory." He shrugged. "I don't see why he needs it, though." He shrugged again. I looked at him in disbelief. "I wonder how he did it though."

"Ron!" I said. He looked at me. "You don't think that he did it with out telling us, do you?"

"Who else would have done it?"

That was true. I pondered this for a few seconds, but then I shook my head.

"No. He wouldn't have done it without telling us. We're going to need to find out who really did it…"

Ron said nothing.

This was just what he needed… another push towards jealousy.

We heard shouting and we turned our heads. The Hufflepuffs were arguing with the Gryffindors, and it was getting rather heated, too. Honestly. And then a curse barely missed me, but luckily I ducked just in time. I stood up clumsily, dusting myself off.

"Oh, this is ridiculous. Anyone who knows Harry would never-"

I turned around and Ron was gone.

"Great," I said to myself. "Just great."

"Ridiculous, isn't it?"

I jumped, and then I breathed out when I saw that it was my own personal stalker.

"And now you!" I said without thinking. I wasn't in the mood. "What do you want, Malfoy? Am I standing in your light?"

If Ginny saw me and Malfoy together and doing anything but exchanging punches or curses, I would have explaining to do. So I decided to get over this quickly.

"I have to go to bed, if you don't mind – "

"Watch out!"

Something or someone hard thrust me onto the floor, and then fell on top of me!

I gasped, "What –"

And he got off, rather fast too.

It was Malfoy.

"Are you OK?" he asked me, handing his hand out to me. I just stared at it. I couldn't believe my ears, my eyes… or anything, really. I just sat on the floor as the riot was broken apart by McGonagall.

"Huh?" was the only thing that came out of my mouth. He rolled his eyes and I looked behind me. There was a lovely hole burnt in the wall I had been standing in front of. "Oh!" I said, standing up by myself, now staring at his outstretched hand again. He saw what I was staring at and he drew it away quickly, looking panicked.

"What?" he asked, now frowning at me. "A simple thank you would suffice, Granger."

"Oh. OK. Thank you," I said, slowly, putting my hand on my head. And then I jumped back to reality. "What are you doing?"

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DRACO

I felt a sudden pang at the similarity of the same words and tone she had used a few months ago. Though this time we were further apart, and for all I knew I had no intention of doing that again.

"Helping you keep your head on your shoulders. Though I don't think I'm doing a very good job," I said coolly, looking at her glassy expression.

"No…" she said slowly. "You're doing it again."

"What again?" I asked, staring, oblivious.

"You know what?" she asked, venom returning to her tone. I stopped myself from wincing. "Forget it."

She turned and left.

I didn't follow. That would be stupid. I didn't actually like her enough to do that. Any… feelings I felt for her were nothing more than some idiot potion she had slipped me months ago. That was what was making me do what I was doing. That was what was making me care.

Right?

Right.

Good.

Glad we got that one sorted out.

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HERMIONE

Ron's being an arse. Harry kind of is too. They're both idiots and should just make up and be friends again!

This is so frustrating.

And Harry should be concentrating on the first task. But heavens know where his head is these days, and it's definitely not in his homework, either.

"Oh, he's here again," I sighed. With Viktor Krum came squealing girls, and with squealing girls the peace and quiet of the library was disrupted. And Malfoy was sitting a few tables away, which was starting to scare me.

"Huh? OK."

Harry unstuck his face from his hand and started packing his books away.

"You've been having nightmares, haven't you?" I asked him, worried. He looked exhausted.

"No," he said firmly, completely awake.

"Harry, maybe Madam Pomfrey could-"

"No," he said even more firmly. "I'm not having nightmares. Don't tell anyone," he said. I looked at him, disbelieving.

"Harry, you really should tell Dum-"

"I said no, OK?"

I was taken aback, but he rubbed his head.

"Sorry. I know you're trying to help, but I've got a lot going on right now, and I'm not – I'm not myself."

He looked at me, pleading for me to understand.

"Alright." I gave in, and we left the library swiftly, before Miss Pince could through us out.

"How's SPEW doing, then?" he asked me, in a much more cheery way. Was it that he didn't like the library? I don't see were else we were supposed to go, though… and the library was fine.

"It's not spew," I said heavily. He laughed. "And I've left a few forms on the billboards…" Harry stared at me as if I were mad.

"I thought that I was the secretary?" he asked, frowning.

"You don't even know what that is."

He laughed again. "You're right."

"I'm going to pick some of them up, in a minute. Are you coming?"

"Er… no, not really."

"Thanks, Harry," I said sarcastically. "You're a real pal."

He shrugged. "They like it, Hermione. They're happy! How long is it going to take you to realize that?"

"A very long time," I said shrewdly.

"I'm going to find Ginny," he said.

"She'll like that," I muttered under my breath.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said quickly.

He frowned and went away.

I sighed and made my way to the Entrance Hall, were I had left the first form.

When I got there, I sighed, disappointed. No one had signed up. Except for one name…

"You've got to be kidding me," I said, ripping the form off of the billboard and marching back up to the library, where I had seen him last.

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DRACO

"Malfoy," she said acidly as I ran into in the corridor. "Expect me seeing you here," she said sarcastically.

"Uh… that's the library, Granger," I said, pointing behind me. "Students go there to study."

"Drop it, Malfoy," she said, pushing a form into my face. "You don't care about house elves! Look at Dobby!"

"Wha –"

"What ever you're playing at, stop. Right now! I tolerated it last year but right now I'm not in the mood-" she said as I said, "I really don't know what you're talking about-"

"Is he vozering you?"

I looked behind me to see my least favorite person in the world.

"She's shouting at me," I informed him. He looked me up and down.

"She must 'ave a reason to do zat," Scum said. He looked at Granger. So did I. She was turning pink. I scowled in Scum's general direction.

"Oh, um… yes. I mean no! But… he is bothering me, actually," she said, looking directly at me. I felt betrayed. I felt humiliated. I felt horrible.

"OK, OK, I'm leaving. No need to bring the henchmen in…" I said, walking away.

Yes.

I, Draco Malfoy, walked away. But that is one big guy.

And I had thought that we were friends.

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HERMIONE

I admit, even though I'm not a fan of Ginny's fairytales, I couldn't help but blurt it out as soon as I saw her.

"," I said quickly, sitting down beside them in the court yard.

Ginny blinked. So did Harry.

"Pardon?" Harry asked.

"Please," Ginny added.

"Well, there was Malfoy, being Malfoy, and then Viktor Krum came and made him go away!"

"Krum?" Harry asked. "The big Quidditch player?"

I nodded, and Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Come on, Harry. You just said that he was in the library while you two were in the library…" she said as if this were to mean anything. Harry was at loss.

"I don't get it," he said, looking between me and her. I shrugged. And then he looked at Ginny again, and she raised her eyebrows.

He looked at me for a few seconds, in which I frowned at him, and then he said, "Ohhhhhh!"

I shook my head.

"Really?" he asked, grinning.

"Really what?" I said, bewildered.

"Look Hermione, even Harry's worked it out-"

"What out? And you helped!"

"With what?" Harry asked with a sly grin.

And then, here comes the arseness that is him.

"Hey 'Mione, Ginny … oh."

I looked at Ron, and gave him a pleading look, but Harry was already up.

"Bye Ginny, Hermione," he said, before marching off to the castle, ignoring the jeers and people shoving Potter Stinks badges into his face. I watched sadly after him, and Ron seemed determined not to look.

"Couldn't you just-"

"No," he said bluntly.

I scowled. No one listens to me, it doesn't matter how smart I am.

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