I realize this is very short but it's more like the second half of the last chapter and I owe you guys

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Hermione whirled around as she felt something hit the back of her head. For a moment she had the faint hope that it was Blaise playing a joke on her, but when she saw Malfoy smirking at her, with a half loaf of bread in his hand it was dashed.

"What the hell are you doing Malfoy."

The blond just chuckled lightly to himself before throwing more of the bread at her face.

"Stop it Malfoy! Or I'll curse you!" She cried, fed up and drawing her wand from her pocket.

" I wouldn't do that if I were you. EXPALIAMOUS!" Before Hermione had time to react her wand flew out of her hand and in to the out stretched one of Draco's.

"This isn't funny Malfoy give me my wand back or-"

"Or what? You'll get one of your bodyguards to beat me up? I don't think so."

"What do you want?"

"Tell me where you are going."

"Why do you want to know you git!" Hermione spat.

"I don't think it's your turn to ask questions here." Draco muttered pushing her into a dark corridor and placing the tip of his wand so it lay against her throat menacingly. "Tell me where are you going?"

"To the library."

"Is that what you told scar face and the weasel?"

"If you are referring to Harry and Ron then yes. Now. Let. Me. GO!"

On the last of her words she brought her left knee up, connecting with Draco's shin. He let her go instantly tumbling over from the shock and the pain.

In her moment of freedom she bent down and grabbed her wand, and began running away from the Malfoy.

Hmmmm on second thought…

She ran back and kicked Malfoy again in the stomach making him groan in pain. She leaned down so they were at eye level before whispering with as much venom as any Slytherin. "If you ever touch me again I will destroy every bone in your body so you are nothing but a spineless sac of skin to be carted around because I will curse you with so many different spells that I know you know I know that no healer will ever be able to fully cure you. Do you got that?"

With out waiting for a reply she stood straight once again and walked off to meet Blaise.

You'll pay for that one Granger. And I know just how to start. So your friends think your going to the library, so they don't know about Blaise. Well… I can change that.

The young Slytherin reached into his robes and pulled out the parchment and quill he had placed in there earlier. Quickly he scribbled two notes, and then transfigured them into lions, he smirked at the ironey of it all.

Now all I have to do is watch it all burn.