Previously

"No," she spat as she rose to her feet, "Tell me why you are here or leave. I am not in the mood to put up with your childish behavior."

His face darkened at her words and slowly he rose to his feet, his aura ominous as he approached her with silent footsteps.

Hermione backed, trying to avoid his approach, not wanting to be near him. She gasped, her back hitting the wall, trapping her in. Just where the bloody heck was Draco?

"Oh no," Hermione drawled in a sarcastic tone, "I could never forget that you aren't a child when you are indulging in such childish behavior."

John's face shifted from leering to a mask of fury, he hand slamming into the wall beside Hermione head, the echo painful to her ears.

He leaned in to hiss, "I wouldn't be so worried about how I act if I were you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, even though her heart was pounding ferociously in her chest and she gave a sigh, "Really John? Are you threatening me? If you want a duel all you had to do was say so."

"A duel?" he asked incredulously, "You think I want a duel?" His body started to shake with laughter at the thought and the sound gave Hermione chills. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?

"How long does it take to get some bloody drink?" Hermione thought angrily, this was getting ridiculous. If Draco didn't show up soon, she would punch this kid in this face. To heck with the consequences.

"Then what do you want?" Hermione sighed, struggling to maintain her act of nonchalance.

Slowly his laughter faded and his eyes rose to meet hers. Why is it that he was so mean but he had such a pretty color of blue, almost hazel, eyes? Though they weren't all that pretty looking as they were mocking her.

"I already told you," he said, "I just wanted to be by a pretty lady."

"If this is your style of coquetry then it is extremely piteous. I suggest you go find some better ways to engage with a woman and then we can talk again, until that time I request that you leave."

He had a look of confusion on his face for a moment before it shifted back to sneering, "Oh no. I don't think I will heed that request. I guess you will just have teach me."

Hermione tried to conceal the disgust she felt when he reached up to take hold of her chin but failed. This guy was honestly interested in her? Merlin's beard he had a sick mindset.

"You will unhand her now," came a deadly voice that made Hermione's knees buckle in relief. Had he come a moment later John would have had a bloody nose. Not that she would minded getting to hit the twerp, but she didn't really want to get her Head Girl suspended.

John didn't even turn to look at Draco though, he merely paused inches away from Hermione's lips, and he asked, "Why should I?"

Hermione's eyes widened in anger, was he serious? Her hand raised up to slap him but she was too slow. A hand griped John's shoulder and whirled him around, punching him in the gut.

Hermione gasped in surprise, she certainly didn't expect Draco to act so violently. Quickly she rushed to his side and pulled him away and hissed at him, "What was that for?"

He looked at her incredulously, "He was trying to kiss you!"

Hermione sighed, "He was, and thank you for getting him off me, but Draco, we are head students. We can't behave like this or we'll get in trouble."

"Head students," Draco repeated harshly, "Is that all you care about?"

"No Draco, of course not," Hermione said, rolling her eyes at the silly thought, "I just didn't want you to get in trouble."

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy seeing him get hit," Draco asked angrily, upset that his girlfriend hadn't appreciate that he risked getting in trouble to protect her.

Hermione glanced over at the American wizard who had doubled over in pain and was dramatically gasping for air on the ground and bit her lip to fight off a smile. It was actually very satisfying to seem his in such a vulnerable position and whispered to her boyfriend, "I very much enjoy it. Though I had wanted to give him a bloody nose instead."

Draco then smirked, his anger fading, "You do seem to like hitting people in the face don't you?"

Hermione blushed at his reference of when they were younger and she had hit him in the face and muttered a quiet, "Shut up."

Draco chuckled, "I thought a punch to the gut would be harder to prove. We could just accuse him of lying. I have a feeling people would believe us, or just not say anything, because really, how many people actually like him?"

"That was mean," Hermione pouted, though she didn't disagree with him.

Draco noticed this and his smirk grew, "But you know I'm right."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Be it as it may, it was still rude."

"Yes," agreed John, "It was quite rude."

The English witch and wizard turned to face John, now standing and clutching his gut, his glare set upon Draco.

"I, John Cal, challenge you to a duel," he declared as he dramatically whipped out his wand and pointed it in Draco's direction.

Draco merely raised and eyebrow as he starred at John like he was an idiot and questioned, "A duel? Are you sure little one?"

John's face started to turn red in anger, "Oh, I'm more than sure."

Draco sighed, "So be it. Hermione, what do we need to do so we don't get detention forever?"

Hermione swallowed thickly before answering, "Having a teacher officially referee the match would make it so no one got into trouble. No illegal hexes or curses, so nothing fatal. Would you like me to find a teacher?"

Draco gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, sensing her worry and told her, "No, I think I can do that. You just go get the others. I'm sure they'll enjoy seeing this twerp getting utterly defeated."

Hermione kissed him back before scurrying off to find the others. Why? Why did this have to happen? The night was going so perfectly.

Author's Note: Once again, sorry to end with a cliffy, but, I couldn't resist. I hope everyone is having a Happy Easter, and if Easter isn't your thing, well, then I hope you are having an awesome day. Hope you liked the chappie, please review!