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Author's Note: Sorry that I haven't updated in a while… I just haven't had any inspiration. And then ff.n was down for a while… But I re-read most of the half-started stories that I've uploaded so far and figured I should exercise my limited writing ability before school starts again.
Enjoy!
Right Kind of Wrong, Chapter 4Draco grinned, pleased with himself.
He was sure he had shocked that little Know-It-All at dinner with his polite manners and his abrupt exit. When he'd reached the anteroom of the Great Hall, he'd glanced back. Sure enough, she was following him. At that, he'd picked up his pace a little and scrambled for their common room.
Now he was sitting comfortably in the green armchair, waiting for a certain frizzy-haired Gryffindor to come bursting through and taking residence in the scarlet armchair in front of him.
He didn't have to wait long.
Granger stumbled in and scanned the room. When she saw him sitting in his chair (now with a "brooding" expression plastered on his face), she seemed relieved. He glared in her direction, then went back to staring at the fire.
After a few minutes, Draco began to wonder if the glare went too far and scared her out of talking to him.
Then, "Look, Malfoy, can we call a truce?"
Well, that startled him. Certainly not was he was expecting her to say. "What?"
She sighed, then said, "I said, can we call a truce? We're going to have to work together for this one year, and then we never have to see each other again. We'd have to put on a set of politeness and manners in front of the teachers and Dumbledore anyway, but I think it'd be a lot easier if we weren't cursing each other's guts underneath the 'pleases' and 'thank yous,' don't you think?" She looked at him expectantly.
He took a moment to mull that over. "Why, pray tell, should we do that? Why should a Malfoy be anything remotely amiable to a Mudblood like you?"
She didn't flinch at the insult. "Well, we're going to have to collaborate closely together during several times of the year. Animosity away from Dumbledore's watch could seriously affect our work together. The last thing we need is for the teachers or the Headmaster to be upset because of OUR attitudes toward each other. Even though I'm sure your father would love to hear you've been deliciously malicious toward me, 'the Mudblood,' I'm sure he would be extremely put out to hear of a less-than-perfect performance from his only son. Am I correct?"
That made him mad. "You leave my father out of this," he growled.
An emotion flickered through Granger's eyes. Was that fear?
"Sorry," she mumbled. "Anyway, do we have a deal?"
Draco turned his eyes into slits, making her squirm. "Just what would I get out of this little deal, Granger?" He licked his lips suggestively.
He almost laughed aloud as she visibly paled. "I… uhm… I suppose I could owe you a favor?"
"Five favors."
"Three favors."
"Deal."
They shook hands on it, and Hermione left the dorm. No doubt she's going to meet up with Potty and the Weasel…
Hmm. Three favors. Three wishes. He smiled maliciously. My very own Gryffindor genie. My wish is her command…
A/N: Do you like? Do you like?? Where should I go with this? Oh, by the way, there's no more review limits or anything. They don't really affect whether or not I update… unless I'm suddenly inundated by them or something. Then I'd have an audience to please. But they're always welcome! *wink*