Completely incomplete
(part two)
(The confrontation)

Author's note: Lookie, Lookie, Second part done. Yes, I tried hard on it. I thought it went well. I hope you do too. Proofreading does wonders, I learned that from this experience D. I'm off too write the third part. Keep Voting! I'm not finished! This could be the first part of a Series. Like Draco Sinister. Well,...Ta! (read and review!)

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Hermione slowly made her way through the huge oak doors that were the entrance to the Great Hall. She was reading a book, again, as she walked in. The Gryffindor table welcomed her with glee. The Slytherin's with thier hateful glances at her as she sat down. She knew the Slytherin's hated her. Why should a muggle-born be the smartest witch? It wasn't fair to them.

The only person that didn't look up at her presence at the Slytherin table was Draco. Who was trying to have a heavily, and what looked to be important conversation with Pansy Parkinson's who watched him one eye, glaring at Hermione with the other. Draco grabbed Pansy's puggish face and yanked it towards him. Pansy now giving him her full attention, nodding with wide eyes.

Hermione didn't notice, in fact, she didn't notice the pats on her back from Ron or Harry, either. She just propped her book on the milk jug, she rightful claimed as hers. Her orbs registered the page into her already fact-cluttered mind. Ron was talking to Seamus and Lee with a rather intense chess play. Harry was staring longingly at the ceiling as he watched the sky's dark clouds pass slowly in and out of the frames of it's velveteen texture.

Hermione glanced up at the presence of high heels clamping over to Harry. She pulled a strand of her corkscrewed hair out of her eyes and looked at Harry, who was still staring at the ceiling.

"Why! Hello Harry!" Came the snotty voice of Cho Chang. Hermione could have swore every time she saw her, she was putting on a new coat of make-up. Harry glanced over at Cho, as did Hermione. The glare she received from Cho was an unbecoming glare meaning "Shove off."

Hermione turned around slowly, she had stopped reading, yet continued to look like she was. Her head was slanted towards them to eavesdrop.

"What do you want, Cho?" Harry's gaze was on the floor, which reflected Hermione's outline. He tried to sound sincere, it wasn't working, to say the least. Cho put her hands on her waist and thrusted her chest out.

A gag came from Hermione. Harry smiled over to her. Cho glared, and continued talking.

"I just wanted you to know. Me and Stan (A noise sounded from Hermione saying, "Stan and I") broke up. And I don't have a boyfriend," Cho said, winding a strand of her black hair around her finger.

"And how is that my problem?" Harry said, monotone, looking at her twirl the tendril. He leaned back on the table. Hermione glanced at him, yet didn't catch his eyes. She knew from then on, he had fallen back into her web.

"Well, I was wondering...if you'd like...you know...want to....be an item?" Cho said, smiling. Her lipstick plastered lips shined. Harry looked at her and smiled.

"Sounds wonderful, Cho. They're happens to a masquerade on Saturday," Harry said, running a hand through his untidy hair. Cho smiled, maybe she would get laid on Saturday after all. She started off, waving at Harry, shaking her ass more then usual.

He turned to Hermione, who glanced away quickly. Her eyes were looking at the Slytherin table, her mind wasn't there though.

"Aren't you happy for me, Hermione?" Harry said, grinning at her head full of curls.

"Oh yes, bloody happy," Hermione said haughtily. Why did she care if he was going out with Cho? She's just a slut anyway. But, she did care. She didn't want Harry hurt by someone like her.

Harry touched her shoulder. She pulled away. Harry sighed and turned around. Why did he say yes to Cho? He loved Hermione, but...Cho was...different.

Hermione stood up. "I'm going to the library," she turned quickly and headed out.

Harry saw Draco get up, finally fed up with trying to have an intelligent conversation with Crabbe, or Goyal. Pansy was just gazing at Draco. An Idiot, He was surrounded by Idiots. Dumbledore stood up at the head of the Great Hall, gesturing everyone to be quiet.

Draco just turned his back and walked out. Dumbledore gazed after him, his blue eyes twinkling at Draco's lean, well sculpted back. He knew something.

He announced the upcoming ball in Hogmested. First years and up were allowed to go. His voice rang in the other girls ears, Cho smiled at Harry, waving her fingers and smirking. Ron rolled his eyes at the bit...er...blessed child of God named Cho. Lavender was going with Ron, they had it planned since last night.

Harry closed his eyes. His eye lids quivered and he gulped down a lump in his throat. He continued to think why he said yes to Cho. If he only knew what was going on in the Library, he would've known he made a grave choice.

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Draco trudged on to the library. No doubt, he figured, he'd run into Hermione. The stupid Mudblood was always in the library. What was it about the bloody girl that got draco so upset?

He entered the library. Hermione was standing by the window, looking out the rain beating down on the window. Draco looked at her stuff on the table. What was she doing with a piece of parchment without a book? This girl seriously had problems, he thought. If she was doing work that wasn't needed or wanted.

Draco grabbed his wand and was going to sneak up on her. A hair changing spell, maybe? He wasn't very careful, cause when he got closer to the window, his reflection showed.

Hermione turned around and faced him, leaning back on the window's ledge. Her eyes were sincere and her face was red, with tears streaked on them. Draco put down his own weapon and looked at her.

"What's you problem, Granger? Poor little potty-head do a spell on you again? Or is just that time of the month?" His icy breath chilled. Was he supposed to care? He was so glad no one followed him to the Library. But, then again, Slytherin's were hardly ever seen in the library.

"Fuck off, you piece of pure-shit..." Her voice was dark, almost that of his fathers. Draco cringed a bit.

"Roraw! Who twisted your titties?" Draco said, moving piece of fallen hair out of his blue eyes. Was he always this nieve?

"Well, It sure as hell wasn't you," Hermione said, sitting down at her table. Her pools of carmel gazed the paper as she ran a hand through her curls.

"Damn proud of it too, Who would want to touch a muggle born?" He tried his hardest to sound dark and evil, it didn't work. Deep down, it was hurting. Every word she said to him, the means ones, was cutting a hole in him. He sat down on the table, putting his feet on the table, leaning back on the chair's hind two legs.

"What do you think your doing?" Her eyes looked up at him. She wasn't as tough as she was made out to be. She was just a girl anyway. All girls were vulnerable, quivering, helpless creatures with a yearning to be protected by a strong tough man, like himself. Or are they?

"I'm sitting down," He moved his gray-blue eyes toward her. She was scribbling on her parchment. Was she drawing or writing? You could hardly tell, it was so large.

"There are other chairs for you to sit down, move," Her eyes never looked up. Her bossiness was slightly showing, for she was angry.

"Nah, I'll stay here. I like this chair," He said, running his hand through his white-ish blond hair.

"I'll move then!" She glowered, gathering her stuff from around the table. Draco grabbed her moving wrist. She tried to yank away. "Let me go!" She hollered. It was a good thing Madame Pince was in the Great Hall, or Draco would be in trouble, with a capital T.

"Sit down, Granger. I need Company, and your the lucky person to provide it," He smiled, his grip on her wrist lightened. Was she really this weak?

"Hell no! Why don't you ask one of your goons or Pug face to keep you company? I have better things to do then waste my time with someone who's a complete bustard!" Hermione finally yanked her wrist away, pushing her things in her bag. Draco sat there, stunned. Had he really been called a bustard, by a girl? He was the *pick* of the sixth year anyway.

She started to walk away, on Draco's side, since it was, in fact, closer to the door. Bad move, Hermione. Draco grabbed her by the robes, setting his chair on all fours so he couldn't be pushed back. He found this out when He was hitting on some hufflepuff ditz.

Hermione stopped, looking straight ahead. Her book bag over one arm. Her other hand on Draco's arm. She didn't feel any good intention goosebumps, or any bad attentions. Draco contained his grip, standing up. His gaze was in an astonished look.

"If you don't let go, I am going to hurt you..." Her gaze remained straight ahead. Draco was taller then her, as was stated before. A chortle of laughter came from the pit of Draco's stomach. He hurt her? On the contrary, He would hurt her if anyone was doing the hurting here. That's a lot of hurt, isn't it?

"How? Hit me with your purse?" He laughed again, pulling her closer to him. "Call me a bustard again, I'll hurt you. That's a promise, not a threat," Draco said. Hermione blew on a piece of hair, that was hanging in front of her face.

Draco pushed her away. The warm, sweet smelling breath of on his cold face was too much for him. His gaze watched her out of walk out of the library. Why do women walk like that? He asked himself. We're women naturally evil, without trying. Temptresses?

He knew Pansy, or any other girl in the school would ever think of talking to him like that. How could she be so different from other girls? He thought he knew everything he could know about girls from his father. Apparently, the asshole forgot something. The heart of an independent women.