A/N:

Thank you guys SOOOOOO much for all of the really great reviews!!! As I've said before, this is my very first fan fiction and I really appreciate all of the support. (

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I'm really sorry that it took me so long to upload chapter 3, I came down with a bad case of the dreaded writer's block. (

Disclaimer~ As much as I hate to admit it, I own none of the characters, places, etc. I am only borrowing them because I have nothing better to do besides homework. (isn't that just plain SAD?)

"A Dragon Never Cries" Chapter three.

No matter how hard he tried, Draco could not pay attention in Transfiguration. He could barely even hear what Professor McGonagoll was saying. (it was something about turning pillows into rocks.)

"Now, I want you all to get with the partners that I have assigned you while I come around and hand out the pillows. Once you get yours, start working."

Draco whirled around to see who his partner was. Oh, shit, he thought as Pansy Parkinson came strutting towards him. It's that stupid little Parkinson slut.

"Hey, Draco!" Pansy shrieked as she sat down next to Draco. "I'm soooooooo glad we get to be partners!" She put her hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Well, I'M not," Draco muttered under his breath, while suddenly jerking his arm to knock her hand off.

"Awwww, Draco honey.. What's wrong?" Pansy asked, her bony finger tangling itself in a lock of his blonde hair.

Draco was absolutely NOT in the mood for this right now. He jerked his head away and stood up. "Look, Parkinson," he shouted at the utterly shocked girl. "You touch me again and I'll." Draco stopped yelling and looked around the now silent room. Everyone in the class (all Slytherins) was looking up at him in amazement.

"Mr. Malfoy!" McGonagall snapped her face flushed with fury. "I'll have to take ten points from Slytherin for that necessary interruption."

Draco sat for the rest of the working silently by himself. When class was finally over, Draco bolted out the door and immediately headed to the dungeons. He mumbled the password (dittany) and stormed through the sparsely populated common room.

Once Draco was in the saftly of his own dormitory, he flung himself on the bed. He raked his brain for a plan of action. There must be a way to get the Weasel off of Hermione he thought. But what if they really like each other? It was pretty obvious (even to Draco) that Ron Weasley had a thing for Hermione, but does she like him back, or did she only agree to go to the ball with him because she didn't think that anyone else would ask her? Maybe they're just going as friends. Draco didn't really think so.

Nope, he'd just have to work out a line of attack. That was no problem because a dragon can always come up with a plan.

But first, a dragon needs answers.

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A/N: Well, that was chapter three how'd ya like it? A bit boring??? Yeah, I know. I'll try better next time. Got any ideas for the dragon's revenge? (oooh, that sounded COOL!) If u do, PLEEEEEEEASE e-mail me (bubblejade@aol.com) or say what you want in the review. (not u Rachel) (and Kenny, YOU can tell me in person.) THANK YOU!!!! (