Chapter 11

Draco

What the hell? What the fuck?! What the fricking fuck?! Draco was furious. He paced up and down in his dormitory, stopping every now and then to kick something. After the first 10 minutes of this, the other boys in his dorm had given up trying to talk to him, and rolling their eyes, went down to dinner. He slammed open the door and stormed down to the great hall, he fancied a big goblet of pumpkin juice and food. God he was hungry!
Just as Draco sat down, Dumbledore stood up, but he just ignored the old man rambling on. Draco was busy concentrating on Granger. She was facing away from the Slytherin table, and he was sure it was deliberate. This made him even angrier. As soon as food appeared on the plates, Draco started piling it onto his plate and shovelling it in his mouth. Just as Draco pushed an extra big mound of mashed potato into his mouth, Granger sneaked a look at him, and made eye contact. She blushed a bright pink and whipped around. For the rest of the meal she kept her head down, and refused to look up from her plate.
Once Dumbledore had dismissed them, Granger fled the Great Hall, sneaking one last look at Draco before disappearing.
He was going to get to the bottom of this, he vowed. He hoped that she hadn't found out about the bet. A good (and bad) thing about Hermione Granger, was how stubborn she was, no matter the situation she didn't relent, that's what Draco learned over the next few weeks, and they pretty much went like this:

Thursday: She ignored his constant stream of notes in Arithmancy

Sunday: Draco followed her into the library, he couldn't find her

Tuesday: He cornered her in the courtyard; she slipped under his arm and hurried away

Saturday: He followed her to Hogsmede, but stopped when confronted by Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood

Monday: She didn't reply to his owl

Wednesday: She didn't reply to his second owl

Friday: He was confronted again by a livid looking Ginny Weasley, and was on the end of one of her bat bogey hexes (much to the hilarity of Potter and the Weasel)

Saturday: She didn't reply to his third owl

By the third Sunday he'd had enough, and he really didn't want to face the wrath of Ginny Weasley again. He had to do something! He was not going to lose the bet! Of course a sly voice said in his head you only care because of the bet...