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This chapter is in Hermione's POV.

I am angry. I laugh bitterly to myself. To say that I am angry is the understatement perhaps of the century. I am fuming. How dare Draco treat me like grime on his glass. He wishes! Wait, does that make sense? Well, regardless I am in too much of a bad mood to be listening to my rational side.

I walk around campus almost in a trance. Wisely, the people surrounding me part like the Red Sea when they see me coming. Intelligence. Common sense. Either way, they run off like a bat in hell when they see me coming. On any other day, this might bother me but right now I couldn't give a flying rat's ass one way or another. And just like that I set myself free. I'm going to make Draco just as angry as he made me.

Okay, it sounds childish (maybe because it is), but honestly who cares. School starts tomorrow and with that soccer practice, and I really can't wait. It is the only time that I can think straight, without any distractions beside me.

And at the London Academy, there is just the one team. In a way, this makes me happy, knowing that there isn't a separate team for boys and girls. It seems more equal somehow, like we are all getting the same chance. It doesn't matter if you are a boy or a girl, only whether you are good or bad. How refreshing.

Anyway, there is no chance in hell that Draco is going to be soccer captain, not if I can help it. At this, I imagine that I smirk evilly and that my eyes glint with mischief. Ahaha, Draco dear isn't going to know what's hit him.

It has just occurred to me that nobody I have ever met has induced such powerful emotions within me. This can be either good or bad.

All too soon, it's time for dinner and as the bell over the dining hall rings, I sigh simultaneously in agony and relief. Well, that is rather hyperbolic, isn't it?

Well, at least now I can stop in my relentless battle, plotting and planning the downfall of Draco. Okay. I realise that I sound like a loon now; I am not actually hoping that Draco will drop dead because that is disturbing.

As I reach my seat, every single eye in the entire hall turns to me. Oh boy. They're still playing this game?

Dumbledore eye's glint in the dim light of the cavernous hall. He seems to be looking at me and me alone. Oh no. That is a lie. He also happens to be looking at Draco.

"So, I see that you all managed to keep your clothes on? Well done. See? I told you it wouldn't be so hard!"

The entire student body (with the notable exception of Draco and I) laugh in pure amusement. I glare at Draco. This is his entire fault. If he weren't so darn sexy, then this wouldn't have happened at all. All this embarrassment could have been avoided and I wouldn't be blushing like a total moron in my seat, cringing at the very thought.

I know. Terrible chapter. Short. Terrible. I get it.

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