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6. Tell as many girls as possible that you are terribly sad and only a kiss will make you happy. Kiss them. Afterwards when they ask why you were sad tell them that its because you have mono.
This one should be fun, Draco thought, as he stared at the list in the early morning light. He had felt a great satisfaction in crossing off the first five tasks, and he wanted to get started with number six.
He didn't want to snog too many girls in one day, because last time that happened it blew up in his face. He would shoot for at least three, though. Starting with Parkinson. An easy one, for she practically throws herself at him.
After a quick shower, dressing, doing his hair and brushing his teeth, he was heading for the Great Hall. He sat at the same spot of the Slytherin Table that he had been sitting at for years now. On his left was Blaise. On his right, sat Pansy already deep into conversation with Millicent Bullstrode. Across from him were Crabbe and Goyle. Theodore Nott and several other Slytherin's had to get a seat wherever they could among the group.
Pansy was the first to notice his presence, of course, and she cut off from the conversation mid-sentence. Draco then put on his 'sad face'. This was actually something he was unaccustomed to. He was an expert at hidding his emotions.
"Draco. What's wrong? You look... miserable!" Pansy said looking deeply concerned. The other Slytherins seemed to be suspicous. Even they knew something was out of the norm. Blaise, of course knew perfectly well what was happening.
"I am terribly miserable as a matter of fact..." Draco said. The other Slytherins now knew that something was up. It was uncharecteristic of Draco to ever show his feelings... but to admit to them...No way!
"Well what's wrong?" Pansy asked. Of course she would be the only one dim-witted enough to not notice anything unusual was taking place.
"Something terrible! And I think there's only one thing that can make it better..." Draco said. This was awfully dramatic, and by this time his fellow Slytherins had decided that he must be pulling some sort of prank, and they kept their mouths shut, for fear of ruining it.
"Well what do you need?" Pansy asked. Draco stared into her eyes, slightly nervous for what he was about to do. It was so cheesy and even more uncharacteristic of him. But he had to do it... for the list.
"Your kiss." He said and with that he leaned forward and placed his lips on Pansy's. He had kissed her many times before. They had been an on-and-off relationship last year. He personally thought she was a terrible kisser. He really didn't even like her all that much. She was far too clingy. But she was also extraordinarily easy.
After a few seconds they parted. Pansy was red in the face and looked shocked. The other Slytherins looked hopelessly confused.
"Draco... wow..." Pansy said, regaining her ability to speak. "So... Why were you sad, anyway?" She asked looking curious. Draco smirked.
"I just found out that I have mono..." Draco said. And as soon as the words came from his mouth he flinched, expecting any sort of physical pain.
SLAP!
The whole Great Hall quieted down, and stared. Draco opened his eyes to see Pansy bringing down her hand. Draco touched his face, which was stinging in pain, and he could hear everybody muttering about him.
As collected and calm as he could be, he stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, leaving behind a furious Pansy, and a Blaise trying to control his giggling.
By the time that third period was out, he had two more battle wounds. A bruise on the upper part of his left arm (Damn, he didn't know girls could punch so hard!), and a bruise on his right shin. The two girls had been Daphne Greengrass, and Millicent Bullstrode. Both were girls that were fairly easy to kiss.
He had successfully made his personal goal of three girls, but he felt that he could do at least one more, as his injuries weren't all that severe. And he knew just the girl that he wanted to screw with.
He went to the library first. He was sure she would be there, since she practically lived there. And this was proved true, as he spotted her sitting alone at a table near the back.
"Granger!" He shouted. As she looked up and made eye contact with him, she immediately blushed, remembering the last time they had spoken.
"What do you want Malfoy?" She asked, obviously not wanting to be in this situation.
"...Hermione..." He mumbled as he sat next to her. The name felt strange coming from his mouth, and he swore to himself never to speak it again. She looked posotively shocked that he would use her first name.
"What?" She asked, regaining her composure.
"It's just... you were the only person I thought to come to..." He trailed off.
"What are you talking about? And for Merlin's sake, why do you look so miserable?" She asked, curiously.
"There is one thing that could make me happier..." He said dreamily. And with that he leaned forward and met her lips with his own. She froze in shock. Not responding to his lips at all, but not having the sense to escape. Her mouth was slightly open and Draco took entrance into his mouth. No matter what Hermione might think of him there was no denying that he was a great kisser. After a few more seconds Draco leaned back into his chair, away from her, feeling disgusted with himself. A mudblood. He had kissed a mudblood.
"Malfoy... What... What the hell was..." Hermione stuttered. "What was that for? And why were you so miserable? Explain yourself!" She finally managed to say.
"I was sad because... well Madame Pomfrey just told me that I have mono!" He said, and instantly flinched, remembering from third year that this particular girl could pack quite a punch.
But when the pain didn't come he opened his eyes to see a confused Hermione.
"Why are you lying?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Draco replied, just as confused as her.
"Well its obvious that you don't have a severe sore throat. Your voice is too normal. You don't have a high fever, because in this weather especially, Madame Ponfrey would have told you to stay in bed. You don't seem weakened or fatigued in the slightest bit, and lastly, symptoms such as these start four to six weeks after you actually get the virus. During that time period we were away for the spring holiday. I doubt you were snogging anyone at the Malfoy Manor." She explained. Damn you Granger, Draco thought to himself, you are too smart for your own good.
"And that only leaves one more question..." Hermione went on. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU KISS ME?"
