A/N- Thnx so so so so so so so so much for the reviews peoplez!!! It means so much to me . . . and thnx especially to Ocean87 for the handy tip. I checked after I read your review and uncrossed the box so now everyone can review. Alright, chapter 4. I don't really know what everyone wants to happen, like should Hermione and Draco get together straight away or should we see more of the 'mean' Draco? I have also decided that maybe in this chapter we could have a little peek in Draco's mind, in other words, he and Hermione are the main characters now and both of their 'thoughts' will be written down and read by all of you. And since we'll be getting more of Draco, the swear words rate may be increased so yeah . . . if anyone has a problem with swear words, don't read the next chapter . . . no, wait, read it, I want more reviews!!! Lolz . . . kidding. I read the first three chapters and I thought that maybe they were moving too fast so I should tone it down a little bit. Okay, that's all I gotta say . . .

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Chapter Four: Pansy Leaves Draco Alone [ finally ]

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Love is like quicksand, the deeper you fall in, the harder it is to come out …

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"Have you seen the new broomstick, Harry? It's all in the Qudditch magazines and such."

"Yeah, the new Cirrus 5000, it looks so cool! I wish I could get one but I bet Sirius won't get me one until my Firebolt's been snapped in half."

"Well, Harry, that could be arranged . . ."

"No way Ron!!! You're not getting anywhere near my Firebolt!"

As usual, Harry and Ron were discussing their favorite topic, Quidditch. Hermione sighed as she flipped another page of her Potions textbook. Any thoughts about Harry and Ron suddenly getting an interest in completing their homework in time was stumped. She sipped the last of her orange juice and checked her watch. 9:15am. It was Saturday and after breakfast, she was hoping to finish off some extra work she asked from Professor Binns before her first Prefects Meeting which she was very excited in attending.

Saying goodbye to R&H [ A/N- from now on, I'll just refer to Ron and Harry as R&H ] , she got up.

"Hey, Herm [ A/N- that's what R&H call Hermione from now on ], could you help me with some of my Transfiguration homework?" asked Ron.

Hermione, being there for her friends at all times agreed and secretly thought to herself that she would most likely end up writing the whole thing for Ron.

She made her way to her dormitory and after saying the password, Potions,(Draco insisted on changing it every few days in case someone tried to break in) was greeted by an . . . erm . . . interesting sight.

Draco was all over the couch with a black haired girl with light brown streaks on top of him. They were apparently snogging, or Draco was trying to squirm away and the 'girl' was just pressing her lips against his.

"Mmpfh . . . ger . . . jkkl . . ."

That wasn't Hermione stuttering, but Draco, trying to get the girl off him.

Hermione didn't know what she should do. She couldn't exactly help him since they weren't even on first name basis and she had no idea how to get a girl off Draco Malfoy. But she couldn't just walk into her room and pretend she didn't see it. Having no choice, she decided to help Draco out since he looked like he needed it.

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Draco yawned lazily as he watched butterflies in the Hogwarts School grounds flutter amongst each other. It was such a nice autumn day outside, but he didn't feel like going out to explore as he still had tons of homework to do. He wasn't like Hermione, who loved getting A's. He wouldn't care if he even got an F because he ever did fail anything, his father would just bribe the school to let him pass.

Draco heard the portrait door open and assumed it was Hermione. He always woke up early and therefore finished breakfast before her so he was use to listening to the portrait door open and her light footsteps on the carpet.

But today, he didn't hear any light footsteps. He heard stomps. And didn't he just hear her leave 10 minutes ago?

No biggie, he told himself, Granger probably just has her knickers in a knot. So he resumed doing his homework.

About five seconds later, his door was flung open.

Draco turned around angrily, expecting to see Hermione there and was just about to yell "What the fuck are you doing Mudblood?" when he realized that it wasn't Hermione.

It was Pansy Parkinson.

Her cheeks were blazed with red and her brown, wavy hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, she didn't look like she put much effort as she always did whenever she 'arranged' to meet him. But then they never arranged for her to come over . . . unless Draco had forgotten.

"Pansy . . . what the hell are you doing in my room? And how the fuck did you get pass the portrait?" [A/N- told you we'd be getting more swear words ]

She walked swiftly over towards him.

And slapped him.

He stared at her, seeing red.

How dare she slap me? I'm a Malfoy! I don't deserve to be slapped!

"You fucking bitch, Parkinson. What the hell are you doing? How dare you slap me!"

"Shut the fuck up Malfoy. I don't want to hear anymore fucked up bullshit from you. You bloody idiot!"

Draco just stared at her once again.

What the hell was she talking about????

"Don't look so innocent Malfoy. You know what I'm talking about."

And what was with the 'Malfoy'??? She was just calling him Draky Wakey a few days ago.

"No, Parkinson. I don't know what you're talking about," he answered smoothly.

She burst into tears.

"Liar! You know what I'm talking about! The rumors! They're true, aren't they? I knew it! You were nothing but a lying bastard. My parents told me to stay away from Malfoy but I didn't listen, I thought you were going to be different. But you obviously aren't. You're just like the rest of you're family. I don't ever want to see you again!!!"

And she ran out, bawling her head off.

That left Draco utterly confused. He didn't have a clue what she was on about.

After a few minutes, his confusion left and anger replaced it. She had insulted him so many times. She was going to pay.

Abandoning his homework, he racked his brains for the name of a girl that his parents had introduced him to in the holidays. She was in 5th Year and his parents were her parents' friends. They had met briefly and although she was pretty, he never had any interest in her. She had just seemed like every other girl. Nice, straight, black hair with light brown streaks. She looked half-Asian and had pretty eyes with long lashes. On the day that they met, she was wearing muggle clothes, hipsters and a baby blue halter top.

Chelsie that was her name. Remembering that she was also a Slytherin, he set out to find her.

After about 20 minutes, he had managed to locate her in the Slytherin Common Room, surrounded by a group of her girlfriends. They all giggled when she was being dragged away from them by Draco.

He took her to their portrait hole. So Pansy thought that he was nothing but a bloody bastard??? He didn't know why but for some reason, her insult had really cut deep. She was just a prissy and slutty bitch, who tried everything to get her hands on him and all of a sudden, she had turned her back on him. Perhaps he was just pissed because without someone that greatly adored him that tagged along with him, he felt . . . unappreciated??? Unloved???

And that's when it hit him. He had never had a friend. The closest he had ever had were Crabbe and Goyle but then he ditched them during the summer holidays because they were simply too thick to communicate with. And then there was Pansy, the girl that kissed his shoes if he wanted her to. Sure, there were other girls in Hogwarts that wanted to snog him but they only wanted him for his looks, not for his personality.

He was brought back to his current situation when he saw Chelsie staring at him with a weird look.

"Erm, Draco?" she asked, "is there a reason that you brought me here?"

"Well, actually. . ."

He was about to make up something about her parents and his parents when she suddenly smiled mysteriously.

"Are you here because you want me . . .," she said mischievously, eyeing the couch.

"Um . . ."

"Oh my God! So it's true!"

"Er, what's true?"

"The rumors! About you sleeping with Parkinson and then telling some other Slytherins that she was nothing compared to Blaise!"

Draco stared at her, dumbfounded. Someone . . . some absolute moron had said that?!?

"And now, you've come to me! So you've decided to ditch Blaise and Pansy for me? That's so sweet!!!"

Draco was about to deny when she jumped on him, kissing him furiously. He was caught off guard and fell backwards, on the couch, trying to pry her off. And in the corner of his eye, he saw Hermione step in and open her mouth in surprise at the sight.

Help me . . . he thought silently.

No, wait, another part of his brain told him to pretend to enjoy it. He couldn't ask a mudblood for help.

But then, this isn't exactly asking if he can't say it.

And to his relief, he saw her walk over.

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Hermione stopped next to the couch. She saw up close that Draco didn't look like he was having fun.

Not sure whether to just jump in or get rid of the other girl politely, Hermione tapped her shoulder.

"Erm, excuse me?" she asked quietly.

The girl didn't hear her.

Hermione cleared her throat.

"Excuse me," Hermione said clearly.

The girl ignored her.

Hermione lost her patience.

"Look, I'm a prefect and right now, you're in a prefect's dorm snogging another prefect that doesn't look like he's enjoying himself. Please restrain yourself and remove your hands from him."

The girl got off Draco and looked at Hermione with an 'I-think-I'm-better- than-you' look.

"Excuse me? Could you repeat that? I was busy," she said sweetly.

Hermione felt like punching that bitch's head in.

"I said fuck off and get your slutty ass out of my dorm. Or would you like me to say it even more simply because you can't get it through your thick head?"

The girl glared at Hermione.

Then without saying a word, she swung open the portrait hole and stepped out. But before she left, she turned and said something to Hermione.

"Don't mess with things you aren't involved in, Mudblood."

And she left.

Hermione just stood there, staring after her with intense dislike.

It was a moment before Draco had the guts to say something.

"Erm, thanks . . . Hermione."

And he stood up and ran into his room.

Hermione was surprised.

Did he just call her Hermione??

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Draco closed the door behind him.

Did he just call her Hermione???

He slumped himself over his bed.

Why??? Why did he feel so strange around Hermione???

There must be something different about her from every other girl.

She had bushy hair, wore loose jeans, sweaters and worn out trainers.

But every other girl . . . was more interested in looking good than comfort.

He smiled to himself. That's what was so different about her.

She hadn't yet 'changed'.

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Hermione sighed to herself. She was in her own room, reading an interesting novel when she remembered that it was almost time for her prefect's meeting.

She decided to go now so she exited the portrait hole and walked down the corridor.

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Draco heard Hermione's door open and then closed. He then heard the portrait door open and then close.

And then he came out of his room.

He had made a decision. Hermione was probably the only girl that could ever get close to him. She wasn't unbelievably attractive. And she probably wasn't attracted to him either. He needed someone to consider a friend. He had never had a true friend before and he couldn't get another Slytherin, they would all probably be just like Crabbe and Goyle. And he couldn't get someone from another house, all the houses hated Slytherins. And that just left Hermione. Although she was from Gryffindor, he decided to take the chance.

And now the hardest part is to say sorry. He had to apologize for all the things he did in the past. It won't be easy to get through to her, since he had seen her stubborn side a few times before. But it was worth a shot. If Hermione wasn't the right person then who was?????

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A/N- Okay, I know that the end of this chapter may sound dopey but what's going on is that Draco had a curse thing put on him when he was born. All will be revealed soon but for now, please review. Anyways, in case any of you peoplez are wondering, no, this is not going to turn out to be a dark fan fic. I'll try to lighten things up after this chapter and then things will turn dark again when Draco reveals it to Hermione but everything after that will be light and fluffy. Aiight, that's all for now . . . laytahs !!!