Hey ppl, I am sorry about this takin so long but I have exams soon n I need 2 revise. Neways after one reader threatened to tie me to a glacier unless I finished I decided I needed a break from Anselm and Plato so here it is chapter 3!!!


Three weeks later and the chaos that ensued after Harry was named champion didn't help the already tense situation between the three Gryffindors. Ron had been convinced that Harry wanted the attention and tricked the Goblet into accepting his name and Harry had been furious at Ron for not believing him and the two had stopped speaking.

The net result was that Ron went around with Seamus and Dean. Hermione and Harry were left to look after Draco. He hadn't been permitted to enter the tournament much to Kakaroff's chagrin. However he seemed to get over it fairly quickly, even offering Harry a congratulatory handshake when the champions were chosen.

The next few weeks passed by very quickly. Harry was acutely nervous and spending his many hours in the common room moping. This meant that Draco and Hermione ended up spending a lot of time together. Hermione had taken it upon herself to help out Harry and so the two of them spent a lot of time in the library poring through books. This was a hobby that Draco loved, although he didn't get to practice it much.

Hermione was muttering under her breath in Latin. Draco looked across from under his floppy fringe and smiled secretly. She was admirable. He'd never met anyone he had felt this way about. He was actually scared of her cleverness, something that no other women had ever aroused in him.

"Now does that decline or conjugate?" She muttered.

Draco looked across "It says something about this poor fellow meeting a Swedish Short snout in the middle of a forest de-wanded. Apparently he escaped through standing perfectly still in a pile of Hippogriff dung to hide his smell"

"Can't have been pleasant"

They both laughed and were subsequently hushed by the librarian.

"Well I am not going to find out anything from this except how to tolerate the smell of Hippogriff poo" Hermione snapped the book shut with a flourish. "Let's just leave it for now. Are you coming up to the common room for a bit?"

"Well, actually I'd....errm I have to go back to the err ship, I......I have to go" he trailed of lamely.

"Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow then" With that she was gone. Draco picked a handy scrap of parchment and began to methodically tear it into pieces. He'd done it again. He'd failed to invite her back with him to the ship. Why was it that his mouth and brain seized up when it came to these things? Cursing slightly he folded up his Charms essay and headed out to the ship.

Viktor Krum was the only one on the ships main deck. He was leaning on the side looking out into the wide night sky. He heard Draco step on board and gave him a surly look.

"Vot are you doing back here this late?"

"I was back up at the castle with a few of the Gryffindor students"

Krum's scowl deepened. He nodded curtly towards the entrance to the lower decks. Not wanting to anger Kakaroff's favourite Draco quick stepped it down the ladder and into his room. Even there he wasn't to be left alone. A group of Azurines walked in as he folded his sheets neatly for the house elves.

They left fairly quickly but their brief presence had quite an effect. They had threatened him. He had been accused of fraterninising with "mudblooded scum", by this he guessed they meant Hermione. He had become more than a little angry when they had threatened to write to his father concerning his choice of friends and they had been told in no uncertain terms to go.

He sat back down on his bed. Despair suddenly made itself felt. He punched the pillow dejectedly. If he stopped speaking to her she'd hate him and if he continued then Mr Malfoy would hear about it and Draco didn't want to spoil the plan that was beginning to form in his mind.

Okay right in the next part more D/H coming up plus a look at the first challenge from the spectators stands. Review please I love the feedback!!!

Malfoy's Girl