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I only own the plot, the people in the USA, and Dusty!
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Draco's POV
Draco awoke as soon as light filtered into his room. He opened his eyes and flung the sheets and comforter off of him.
He quickly laid out some clothes, not bothering to put on anything over his black boxers. He left his room and went into the bathroom.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up with yet another start. She looked at her clock and stifled a yawn.
"Eleven thirty?!?!" She quickly got up and put on some clothes. She hastily pulled her hair up into a loose bun and fled out of her room.
What happened next was only a blur. All she could remember was Draco and a sharp paint in her forehead.
Draco's POV
Draco stepped out of the bathroom in only a towel. He had left his clothes in his room. Looked up seeing Hermione turning the corner. He felt Hermione's forehead collide with his as they crashed into each other. He fell backwards, banging his head off of the floor.
Draco looked up with a scowl seeing her laying on the floor in front of him. She was massaging her forehead. He got up and towered over her, his hand over the tucked in part of his towel.
"Stupid mudblood. Watch where you are going," he scolded, grabbing her wrist and yanking her up. "Are you ok?" he asked rather annoyed. He had asked his question twice in less than twenty-four hours, but they seemed completely different.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat up, her hand cradling her head.
"I. I think. Oh God, what a bloody headache," she muttered before her eyes met his. "What did you call me?" she asked threateningly, bringing herself up to her full height. The sad thing was that she was only 5'8 and he was 6'1.
Draco sneered. "I called you a filthy, disgusting, ugly, know-it-all, MUDBLOOD!" he spat. Tears of anger sprung to her eyes as she pulled her hand back to slap him.
Hermione swung her hand forward, but she yelped when he grabbed her hand. He tightened his grip, nearly crushing her hand in his anger. Her eyes widened as she saw a hungry gleam in his eyes. Only thinking of one thing to do, she brought her knee up to the one place he was vulnerable.
Draco's POV
Draco's eyes widened as pain shot through him. He let go of her hand and dropped to the floor. He heard Hermione run, and he cursed himself before standing. He went to his room, glad that he had kept a firm hold on his towel. He groaned as he sat down. 'Why did I call her that?' He heard a sly voice in the back of his mind. It's part of the Malfoy charm. You enjoyed seeing her in pain! 'No I didn't I didn't mean to hurt her!' Then why was she so frightened when she looked into your eyes?
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Meg: It's good to have a reviewer! Don't worry! I'll update everyday. If I don't it's either because I'm grounded or I'm being EXTREMELY lazy!
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I only own the plot, the people in the USA, and Dusty!
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Draco's POV
Draco awoke as soon as light filtered into his room. He opened his eyes and flung the sheets and comforter off of him.
He quickly laid out some clothes, not bothering to put on anything over his black boxers. He left his room and went into the bathroom.
Hermione's POV
Hermione woke up with yet another start. She looked at her clock and stifled a yawn.
"Eleven thirty?!?!" She quickly got up and put on some clothes. She hastily pulled her hair up into a loose bun and fled out of her room.
What happened next was only a blur. All she could remember was Draco and a sharp paint in her forehead.
Draco's POV
Draco stepped out of the bathroom in only a towel. He had left his clothes in his room. Looked up seeing Hermione turning the corner. He felt Hermione's forehead collide with his as they crashed into each other. He fell backwards, banging his head off of the floor.
Draco looked up with a scowl seeing her laying on the floor in front of him. She was massaging her forehead. He got up and towered over her, his hand over the tucked in part of his towel.
"Stupid mudblood. Watch where you are going," he scolded, grabbing her wrist and yanking her up. "Are you ok?" he asked rather annoyed. He had asked his question twice in less than twenty-four hours, but they seemed completely different.
Hermione's POV
Hermione sat up, her hand cradling her head.
"I. I think. Oh God, what a bloody headache," she muttered before her eyes met his. "What did you call me?" she asked threateningly, bringing herself up to her full height. The sad thing was that she was only 5'8 and he was 6'1.
Draco sneered. "I called you a filthy, disgusting, ugly, know-it-all, MUDBLOOD!" he spat. Tears of anger sprung to her eyes as she pulled her hand back to slap him.
Hermione swung her hand forward, but she yelped when he grabbed her hand. He tightened his grip, nearly crushing her hand in his anger. Her eyes widened as she saw a hungry gleam in his eyes. Only thinking of one thing to do, she brought her knee up to the one place he was vulnerable.
Draco's POV
Draco's eyes widened as pain shot through him. He let go of her hand and dropped to the floor. He heard Hermione run, and he cursed himself before standing. He went to his room, glad that he had kept a firm hold on his towel. He groaned as he sat down. 'Why did I call her that?' He heard a sly voice in the back of his mind. It's part of the Malfoy charm. You enjoyed seeing her in pain! 'No I didn't I didn't mean to hurt her!' Then why was she so frightened when she looked into your eyes?
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Meg: It's good to have a reviewer! Don't worry! I'll update everyday. If I don't it's either because I'm grounded or I'm being EXTREMELY lazy!
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