A/N: Decided I would have a go at writing a chapter story. Enjoy!

NOTE: I don't own Harry Potter! R&R please!

!Swearing Ahead!

The Mirror Of Erised

Chapter 1: The Troubles Of Hogsmeade

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Normally, Draco wouldn't mind being alone in the middle of the night.

And occasionally, not many would trust him to roam around the castle grounds alone (even he didn't understand how Dumbledore and the rest of those old coots allowed him to patrol by himself), only because of all the trouble he had caused some years prior. But Draco did enjoy some sort of company once in a while; he had been lonely way too much last year, just thinking about it made him feel even more isolated.

The silence irked him, and the echoes of by his footsteps made Hogwarts feel deserted. He didn't see the logic of patrolling at such a late hour, it truly was pointless. Whoever was out at eleven o'clock at night was beyond him. Especially in the middle of December (why do they not have heaters in this place?) you don't find many students out at a time like this.

Shivering slightly when a rush of wind had nearly tipped him over, he dusted off his sweater and opened the door that was in front of him. He walked around the room absentmindedly, coming into a isolated part of the room and stared around, rolling his eyes when he found no trace of movement.

"Typical," He scoffed as he made to exit the room, but when he turned back around, he tripped after his foot had hit something hard. He huffed as he regained his balance and stood to his full height again, looking around himself to see what had caused him to fall over.

Also tipped over and slightly broken, was a glass mirror with some sort of writing on the frame. He tried to identify the language, for which he knew several, but when he wasn't successful he tried to sound it out by itself.

He gave up after a moment, moving his gaze over to his reflection. And at first he expected to see his face, but instead, he saw was himself entering the school library. He tilted his head in confusion, not sure what the point of the mirror was. He waited for something else to happen, but it just repeated itself over and over again; he only saw himself re-entering the library.

Draco shook his head, becoming impatient with the repetitive image of himself entering the library. He left the room without a backwards glance, closing the door behind him.

He still had another two floors to patrol.

Joy.

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He'd long forgotten about the mirror, for the past week had been very busy for Draco.

It was Saturday, and Draco was in a clothing shop in Hogsmeade; there was a Christmas ball for sixth and seventh years this coming Thursday, and he was hurriedly searching for dress robes; he hadn't bothered to pack any beforehand, for he didn't think about anything along the lines of a "ball" when he was packing the day before he was to arrive at Hogwarts some months ago.

They didn't have much left, only some cheesy robes that were red and green and had "Merry Christmas" written in loopy letters on the back. Finally coming across some handsome magenta colored robes with golden embroidery, Draco continued up to the register, and purchased them (he had to admit they were very pricey for some simple dress robes).

Draco carried his bags outside and watched a group of friends as they laughed and talked while they walked past him, having the time of their lives. He recalled when he used to be able to laugh like that and enjoy visiting Hogsmeade without any cares in the world.

Sighing, Draco continued walking down the snowy street.

His breath puffed out into a cloud.

He hummed quietly to himself as he considered which store he was going to go to next. It was getting closer to lunch time, so he supposed he'd go to The Three Broomsticks to get a quick snack before it got extra crowded.

He opened the door and an aura of blissful scents filled his nostrils which made him smile slightly at the nostalgia. He walked over to where Madam Rosmerta was preparing a few butterbeers for a group of second years. He cleared his throat to get her attention. She shot her head over her shoulder as she set the three glasses of butterbeer on the counter. "What would you like, love?" She asked him sweetly, but interrupted him before he could answer. "Ah, Hermione! Your butterbeers," Madam Rosmerta called, and Draco looked behind him to see Granger rushing up to pick up the beverages.

Draco watched Granger with a scowl as she pulled off her gloves just to pick the glasses up. "Thank you-" Granger told the woman, finally taking the time to look at Draco. "You!" Granger snarled, and Draco gladly scowled back in return.

"Mudblood-"

"-ferret-"

"-bitch-"

"-bastard-"

"-beaver-"

"-dickhead-"

"That should be enough!" Madam Rosmerta exclaimed angrily, taking the drinks away from Granger who was about ready to throw them at Draco. "Until you two have figured out your feelings, outside should do it for you lot," The witch ordered, pointing to the door, giving them a threatening glare.

Granger gaped at Madam Rosmerta, whilst Draco snatched his bags from up off the ground, turned on his heel, and began to walk away.

After Hermione realized Madam Rosmerta was calling for reinforcements, Hermione practically flew out of there, pushing Malfoy out in front of her; though she failed miserably and ended up falling on top of him, fisting his shirt as tight as she could, as if holding on for her life, letting out a squeal as they hit the floor, rolling across the ground blanketed with snow, until they collided into an alley wall rather roughly.

Malfoy was on top of her; his head was somewhere where it wasn't supposed to be. There was a deafening scream that filled his eardrums, and he jumped off of her, and she remained on the ground, still screaming and squirming around in the snow, her cheeks stained crimson.

"RAPE!" She kept chanting, and Draco grabbed her from up off of the ground, and covered her mouth with his hand. "Get your mind out of the sodding gutter, Granger," Draco told her in a harsh whisper. "Also, would you stop it with the incessant licking, Granger, it's not flattering at all, considering you being a 'young lady' and all," He said this with a grimace as he finally removed his hand from her mouth, wiping the wet part of it on his pants.

"This is your fault, Malfoy! You got me in trouble-"

"Me?!" He raised his eyebrows, annoyed at her accusation. "Yes you!" She hissed, and Draco opened his mouth again to retort. "-you were the one who started it!" Malfoy interrupted, noticing Granger was pursing her lips now. "Don't get all immature with me, now-"

"Oy!"

Draco and Granger shot their heads around at the source of the voice at the same time. "We could hear your bickering from inside the bloody restaurant!" It was Weasley who was talking this time; Potter was right beside him. "Quit it the pair of you," Potter shook his head as he took Granger's arm, on behalf of her complaints and struggles to get out of his grasp.

"Let's just go- Hermione, stop-" Weasley said as they took her away, Granger finally realizing that they were stronger than her, and she that had lost the fight quite a while ago.

Draco scowled once again as he gathered his bags that were laying forgotten on the ground. He made sure his robes were clean before leaving the alleyway.

Granger seriously wasn't a force to be reckoned with.

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