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Draco was positively furious. No one crossed him and even lived to tell about it, let alone have the nerve to flaunt it. When he'd seen Potty and Weasel that morning, there was definitely a smirk on their faces as they passed him. No doubt Granger had told them what had happened, and he wondered how long it would be before this got out and he would have to do some damage control to save his reputation. What had gotten into him? Why hadn't he pushed her away and called her called her something, ANYTHING would have been good, perhaps some kind of profane word, of course, that would have been a bonus. But anything would have been better than what he had done. The point was, it wasn't what he did, he just couldn't figure out why he had done it. A thought had occurred to him, but he didn't even want to entertain the idea. The thought itself was making him nauseous…or was it? Before he could dwell on this any longer, he bumped into Crabbe and Goyle, or was more trampled by them as he made his way to the Slytherin dungeon.
"There you are Draco, we've been lookin' everywhere for you!"
"Fantastic," Draco replied sarcastically, rubbing the bump on his head as he attempted to escape them.
"And why, may I ask, were you looking for me? Did you get bored arguing over who has ever eaten more ham in one sitting?"
"Oh no," said Crabbe happily.
"We solved that one this morning. It was Goyle, but only by about two slices."
Draco rolled his eyes and continued walking.
"Monkeys," he muttered.
"I'm working with monkeys!"
"Did you say something?" Goyle asked.
"No, no, nothing. Except how positively thrilled I am that we have solved this earth shattering problem! I can't believe that we all lived before hearing this joyous news! I'm surprised that I'm not wetting myself with happiness!"
"Us too," Crabbe continued stupidly, putting an arm around Draco.
"Woah there cowboy, remember the rule?" Draco coaxed, removing the arm from his shoulder.
"Right, sorry, five foot radius, got it."
"We just thought that you might want to know," Goyle started as Draco walked into his dorm and looked around quickly.
"That all of your stuff is gone," he finished. Draco suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had said.
"Well, nice talking to both of you, I'll hopefully not see you both later," he said and strode out of the room.
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The water made a bit of a gurgling noise before shooting out the tap in the bathroom sink. Hermione began brushing her teeth and peered out the bathroom door. Draco had come storming in around 4 o'clock and been shut up in his room ever since. She had to admit that she did feel a little guilty, but only a little. He'd brought that one on himself, it was his own fault. But still….His bedroom door opened suddenly and Hermione jumped, quickly focusing again on brushing her teeth. Draco strode into the bathroom wearing his green boxers and a white t-shirt.
"Hmmm, nice shorts Granger," he commented as he walked into the bathroom. Hermione stared down at her pastel pink short.
"What's wrong with my shorts?" she asked.
"Nothing, I actually find them quite intriguing," Draco said, brushing one hand against her butt as he passed her. Hermione slowly put her tooth brush down as he tried to draw her closer. There was no time for thinking, and her brain became slowly clouded. She tried to open her mouth to say something but nothing came out. His lips were about an inch from hers and she stared at him.
"I can play your game too Granger and I believe that would be a point for me," he smirked and let her go. Hermione stared at him at ran out of the bathroom.