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After Hermione had left, Malfoy continued to sit with his head in his hands. He couldn't believe what had just happened. She had chosen her friends over him. Potter and Weasley over him! He tried to channel his hurt into anger, but his feelings for her were to strong, he didn't want to hurt her, he just wanted her.
"Oh my god!" Pansy Parkinson came bursting into the room. "What did you say to her? Whatever it was it must have been priceless. I wish I could have seen her face. So, what happened?"
"Nothing!" Malfoy said heading for the door. "We just shared a few home truths. Guess the mudblood couldn't take what I had to say."
"This is great. Wait until I tell every one."
Malfoy left without saying another word. Let Pansy tell whoever she wanted, whatever she thought had gone on. Nothing Pansy or even Hermione said could hurt him anymore…but he could hurt them…a lot.
Just you wait Hermione, I haven't got my revenge yet, but just you wait! As he walked down the corridor a smile spread across his face, the old Malfoy had returned. If she wanted things to go back to the way they had been before, he was going to make her life a living hell.