To The Contrary!

By Emma

Chapter Two: Nobody's Outta My League!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ronnie, Sahib and Hermione's makeover.



A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate the support. I'm pretty excited about this fic, I'm hoping you guys won't be disappointed. But hey, you can't please everyone. :)



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Draco Malfoy awoke with a groan two weeks later. He looked beside him at the girl who slept peacefully.

He smiled as he mentally checked her off his conquer list. The cute blonde was a worrier when sober, but a tomcat when you got her drunk.

She stirred, and he touched her hair gently.

"Hannah?" he whispered and she blinked.

"Draco," she murmured, and turned to flutter her butterfly eyelashes at him, "What time is it?"

"Ten. But it's Saturday, love. No classes."

"Right." she smiled softly and ran a finger down his chest, "Last night was nice."

"Certainly was," Draco smiled widely, then grabbed a packet from his drawer.

"Breath mint?" he offered, and she giggled, "Sure." She popped one into her mouth and looked across the room, "Could you grab my dress?"

Draco stood from the bed, shameless in his nudity and dropped the dress on the bed.

"I'll give you a moment" he smiled, closed the door and went across the hallway to the bathroom after throwing on a robe. He was a prefect, so he'd moved to the far part of the Slytherin dungeon where a single prefect room lay right beside the main bathroom. Over the past two weeks he had taken an early start to his dating habits- and taken full advantage of the best thing about being a prefect- privacy.

He strolled back into the room to see a fully dressed Hannah Abott, fluffing her bobbed blonde hair in the mirror. She smiled coyly at him as his arms encircled her waist from behind.

"I should get back to my room, everybody may worry." she said quietly, and he turned her round.

"Alright then."

Just as he was about to close the door behind her, she stopped and turned.

"Are you doing anything today?" she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, I have a parent teacher meeting," he lied, "My father's coming to talk about my transfiguration grade with McGonagall."

"Right." Hannah bit her lip, "Talk to you later then."

"See you. Bye now." he shut the door and sighed with triumph. Now, who next?



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Hermione had to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

"So, I just figured HEY! I've known Hermy for awhile, why not ask her? So here I am."

Hermione gave Lee Jordan a tired look, "Lee, I'm sorry and all that but I've decided to go to the Halloween Ball alone. And please, never ever call me Hermy again."

And with that, she stalked off before she was late for breakfast.



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Draco was trying his best not to look Pansy Parkinson's way, because she of all people knew his reputation. And SHE, of all people would be delighted to heighten it....personally. Malfoy didn't want her- and he didn't want her getting the wrong idea about him. After all, he only wanted girls who were-

His thought was slingshotted from his mind as *she* entered the room. The girl he had been taunting for the past five years. The girl that he had wanted to badly to bed in the past two weeks.

"Hey Malfoy!" called seventh year Ronnie Atkins from two seats over.

"What?" Draco responded. Ronnie was a big guy with a weasel face and hands that would probably reduce your skull to powdered calcium within seconds.

"You looking for a new bird?" he was grinning in a way that made the blonde feel uneasy -yet excited at the same time.

"Yeah."

"How about her?" Ronnie pointed at the Gryffindor table. At Hermione.

Sahib Sandrin began to snicker at Ronnie, "No way, man. Hermione Granger is the biggest brain in the year, possibly in the whole school. She hates the stiff. Way outta his league."

Then he grinned maliciously at Draco, "No offense, man."

Draco glared at him a moment, then smirked. He was always up for a challenge.

"I'll do it." he said loudly, and Ronnie clasped his hands together in satisfaction.

Sahib smiled smugly at Draco, and he returned the look. Then he looked at the Gryffindor table to see Hermione reading the Daily Prophet, shaking her head seriously at something written.

He inwardly groaned. What had he done?





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