News From Draco
Chapter Three
Draco and Hermione Alone For a Few Moments

Ron glared at Draco then looked over at Harry. "I suppose we should be getting to bed and throwing this *thing* out." He was of course referring to Draco.
Draco quirked a brow. It now seemed like one of his favorite things to do. "Thing? I am a 'thing' now? Remind me *not* to ensure you get out of this school alive Weasley."
"Both of you stop it!" Hermione exclaimed. "God both of you act like little kids. We are *fifteen* years old now. Not five!"
"Oh wonderful. I try to be a decent person for once and tell perfect Potter and Granger that they are wanted by arse-fucker Voldy himself and I get called five and a 'thing'. Remind me not to be a decent person anymore!"
"Draco..." Hermione said.
Both of Draco's pale brows went up in complete shock. The mudblood had actually called him by his first name. He wondered if he, she, or both of them had gone insane. He managed to say, "what" in a nice slightly calm tone.
He saw Ron and Harry smirk when the heard his tone falter. So Draco wasn't perfect, big deal. Everyone gets a little shocked every once in a while. Though, he supposed they didn't realize he was human and not just some cold shadow of Lucius Malfoy.
"We *all* appreciative your warning. Right Ron, Harry?"
Harry nodded and Ron had to be jabbed in the side by Hermione's elbow before he stiffly shook his head. He kinda looked like he was trying to nod with a stick up his arse. That was a thought Draco had to stifle a laugh at.
"Well I suppose I should be getting back to my dorm." Draco's eyes looked around the room for a second. It was of course a normal enough looking dorm with the house colors but there was one difference between this dorm and Draco's. He had all sorts of "unacceptable" posters on his dorm walls while she had books crammed into every possible place.
He turned and left the dorm. He heard Harry and Ron exit the room after a minute but didn't bother turning to see it was them. He stood for a moment and pulled his invisibility cloak out. Draco heard a door open and close and while he was carefully unfolding his cloak he heard another door open then close. He heard footsteps coming his way and he had to turn around. Who knows who it could be. For all he knew it could be his asshole of a father or arse-fucking Voldy!
Yet when he turned, his wand drawn, and his cloak on the floor at his feet, he saw it was only Hermione.
For the first time he realized exactly how pretty she really was. The dying fire made her hair seem a gorgeous auburn instead of boring brown and her blue eyes revealed happiness - something Draco hadn't seen much of ever.
"You ok Draco?"
He inhaled sharply and mentally scolded himself. He had been staring.
"Yeah I'm fine." His voice came out strange. It actually seemed to have a bit of emotion in it.
"You sure?"
He nodded and cleared his throat. "Yes I'm sure." There that was better. It was cold and nearly toneless - just the way he, no his father liked it. 'Oh god I'm becoming my father!' He thought with fear. He was becoming the one person he never wanted to be.
"Ok..." She seemed uncertain. "I - I'd like to thank you for telling us the little bit you did tell us. It was... nice... of you." Lovely choice of words Hermione. Nice. Uh huh those are the types of words that'll get you the perfect job.
Nice. He had been called nice. Bloody fucking nice. Well he supposed it *was* a compliment to her. He couldn't very well tell him it had been very evil of him to tell her Voldy was after her. No that would be completely pointless and illogical. Perhaps he should stop obsessing over a simple compliment that must have hurt her to say. "Thanks... I guess..." He said uncertainly.
"You guess?" It was her turn to quirk a brow.
"I've never been called 'nice' before." He said simply yet, coldly.
"Ok..." There was an uncomfortable silence then, "um... Draco?"
"What?"
"What did you mean when you said you'd show us 'screwing with us'?" She blushed a little. She knew what he had meant. After all it wasn't *that* hard to figure out.
He half-smiled half-smirked. "I think you know, Hermione." With that he threw his cloak over himself and left the common room. It was the first time he had *ever* called her by her first name.
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A/N: Ok this one was actually on time. Damn I get reviews quick with this story. Sorry about the writer blackmail stuff but it gets me reviews and well you review, I get happy and post a new chapter, then you're happy so it's fair. 50 reviews this time. Shouldn't be that hard for you guys.
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Everyone else seems happy with this story so stfu. Also by the time you had reviewed there were already 30 reviews.
A/N 2: stfu = shut the fuck up