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Malfoy, once in the common room, shed himself of his bodyguards and went to lie on his bed. She did this to him every time they met, got under his skin, stuck in his head. Her words kept circling around in his head. "Who the hell does she think she is?" He asked the empty room, as he got up to pace the wide length of floor. "Stupid Mudblood! I'll have her head for this!" As he continued to pace Malfoy knew that they were just words, he would do nothing about what she had done to him. Because what he was doing to her was far worse than anything that she could ever hope to do to him. They both acted tough but he knew the truth, he knew what was going to happen. The risks that they would be taking trying to get to one another, but he was prepared, for better or worse he was going to get her for that day.