"Hey you want Cho, not me.but I can help you get her. You just have to help
me. Like the muggles say, you scratch my back, I scratch yours. We got a
deal?"
Harry looked over at Ron who shrugged and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Harry sighed and turned back to Draco. 'No wonder the girls are all over him', he thought bitterly, 'I must admit he's changed from the short little grease ball he once was.'
It was true. Draco Malfoy had changed. Four years of quidditch had payed off, his once scrawny frame now lean and toned. His skin had gone from a pasty white to a nice creamy tan and his once slimy, slicked back hair was now cut short and a lot less blonde.
Enough with the physical changes, had Draco really changed from the mudblood-hating, sniveling little brat he'd been for the past five years? Harry raised his eyebrow at Draco.
"What is you want help with? No, I should have said that differently. What's the catch?"
Draco smirked.
"I need you to help me get Hermione."
Harry couldn't believe his ears! Draco wanted to get with Hermione? Though Harry didn't say anything, Ron spoke exactly what was on his mind.
"What the hell is up with that?"
Draco scoffed.
"What the hell do you care? It's not like the three of you are inseparable anymore. You two hardly ever talk to her."
Draco chuckled a bit and looked the two boys up and down. What he said had had some merit to it.
At the end of fourth year, Hermione had been made a prefect and trying to juggle schoolwork, friendships, and the duties that came along with being a prefect just didn't work for her. She had drifted away from Harry and Ron, opting to hang out with Eliza Disque and Alex Miller, Gryffindor seventh years who were also avid studiers and prefects. Though the three still talked, it wasn't the same; the legendary Dream Team had ceased to exist.
Draco's life had also changed dramatically at the end of his fourth year. After the incident at Triwizard Tournament that left Cedric Diggory dead, Draco had seen the how fragile life really was. To some, who didn't know him to well, he'd seem just like he always ways but to others who knew and loathed him well, this was not the Draco they remembered. Draco now preferred to stay silent as opposed to spitting out insults at the drop of a hat.he would still do it from time to time but it just wasn't as enjoyable. The pride he had once shown in his family name was faint, barely there anymore. Harry and Ron were the firsts to notice this strange pattern of behavior but by the middle of the school year, everyone knew. Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, had lost his it...it being whatever it was her had in the first place.charm maybe? No, he definitely still had that. the girls still loved him and he still used them but, it wasn't the same. Draco Malfoy was fading away.
"Fine," replied Harry grimly, "but only because I want.
Draco interrupted with a loud smirk and a sneer to match. Traces of the old Malfoy were creeping back to his face.
"Only because you want Cho. But anyways, everyone has their reason's for wanting something.isn't that right Weasley? We all know why you're with that ditz Lavender Brown. Tell me Weasley; is she as easy as she looks?"
Ron made a move as if to lunge at Draco but Harry stopped him short. Draco turned and as he was walking out made a comment that burned in Harry's ear for the rest of the day.
"Let me know if you want in on my proposition, you know I can teach you how to get that girl.she's great.trust me I know."
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Harry looked over at Ron who shrugged and raised his eyebrows questioningly. Harry sighed and turned back to Draco. 'No wonder the girls are all over him', he thought bitterly, 'I must admit he's changed from the short little grease ball he once was.'
It was true. Draco Malfoy had changed. Four years of quidditch had payed off, his once scrawny frame now lean and toned. His skin had gone from a pasty white to a nice creamy tan and his once slimy, slicked back hair was now cut short and a lot less blonde.
Enough with the physical changes, had Draco really changed from the mudblood-hating, sniveling little brat he'd been for the past five years? Harry raised his eyebrow at Draco.
"What is you want help with? No, I should have said that differently. What's the catch?"
Draco smirked.
"I need you to help me get Hermione."
Harry couldn't believe his ears! Draco wanted to get with Hermione? Though Harry didn't say anything, Ron spoke exactly what was on his mind.
"What the hell is up with that?"
Draco scoffed.
"What the hell do you care? It's not like the three of you are inseparable anymore. You two hardly ever talk to her."
Draco chuckled a bit and looked the two boys up and down. What he said had had some merit to it.
At the end of fourth year, Hermione had been made a prefect and trying to juggle schoolwork, friendships, and the duties that came along with being a prefect just didn't work for her. She had drifted away from Harry and Ron, opting to hang out with Eliza Disque and Alex Miller, Gryffindor seventh years who were also avid studiers and prefects. Though the three still talked, it wasn't the same; the legendary Dream Team had ceased to exist.
Draco's life had also changed dramatically at the end of his fourth year. After the incident at Triwizard Tournament that left Cedric Diggory dead, Draco had seen the how fragile life really was. To some, who didn't know him to well, he'd seem just like he always ways but to others who knew and loathed him well, this was not the Draco they remembered. Draco now preferred to stay silent as opposed to spitting out insults at the drop of a hat.he would still do it from time to time but it just wasn't as enjoyable. The pride he had once shown in his family name was faint, barely there anymore. Harry and Ron were the firsts to notice this strange pattern of behavior but by the middle of the school year, everyone knew. Draco Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, had lost his it...it being whatever it was her had in the first place.charm maybe? No, he definitely still had that. the girls still loved him and he still used them but, it wasn't the same. Draco Malfoy was fading away.
"Fine," replied Harry grimly, "but only because I want.
Draco interrupted with a loud smirk and a sneer to match. Traces of the old Malfoy were creeping back to his face.
"Only because you want Cho. But anyways, everyone has their reason's for wanting something.isn't that right Weasley? We all know why you're with that ditz Lavender Brown. Tell me Weasley; is she as easy as she looks?"
Ron made a move as if to lunge at Draco but Harry stopped him short. Draco turned and as he was walking out made a comment that burned in Harry's ear for the rest of the day.
"Let me know if you want in on my proposition, you know I can teach you how to get that girl.she's great.trust me I know."
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