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Chapter Four: Plans
"How about we give him chocolate that makes him die?"
"Ron, we're talking practical jokes not murder!"
"Er - right ... do you have any poison?"
"What?"
"Well, we could put him in a coma ..."
Hermione slammed her head on the table, and Ron looked at her expectantly. Hermione sat up and shifted in her seat. "Does me purposely putting a bruise on my forehead give you any idea?"
Ron bit his lip. "Hermione, did you actually think it over when you told Malfoy we're plotting horrible, horrible things?"
Hermione sighed. "No, not really - but when you're pissed you don't really think straight."
Ron leaned back on his chair, and looked around the common-room. Harry entered and gave Hermione a sly smile, which she cleverly avoided. She had almost forgotten Harry thought their little kiss meant more than a retarded dare. For one horrible second she thought Harry was going to kiss her again in front of the whole common-room, but Harry slided fast her, whispering in her ear, "I've missed you today." Hermione tried her hardest not to burst out laughing, and she stole a grin with Ron, who found the situation very amusing, and was often singing, "Harry and Hermione sitting in a tree F-U-C-K-I-N-G!"
As soon as Harry was in his dormitory, Ron leaned over. "Are you ever gonna tell him it was a dare?"
Hermione smiled at him. "Nope."
Ron raised his eyebrows. Suddenly, he said, "Hermione, I've got an idea."
Hermione turned to him, giving him her full attention. "Talk to him."
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked. "But talking to him is like talking to your own toilet. They're both full of shit."
Ron laughed. "Find out about what he likes, what he dislikes. Stuff like that. That way it'll be easier to figure out what to do. I mean, when he dared you to kiss me and Harry, he did it because he knew it would be hard for you, he knew you're close to us. Delving into the mind of Malfoy would make this a hell of a lot easier."
Hermione nodded. He had a fair point, but like she'd said before it was fucking hard to talk to that boy. But since Harry was heading back downstairs dressed in what seemed to be man-robes, Hermione decided on leaving the common-room.
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"You like torturing people?" Hermione repeated as she saw a grin creep up onto Draco's face. God, she felt like she was doing a freakin' interview. This was absolutely hopeless, Draco Malfoy - like most other men - was full of shit.
"I'm fucking with you, Granger. God, I'd thought you'd know me a bit more by now," he glanced around the common-room he shared with Hermione. The roaring fire kept them warm enough, but he sensed something was out of place here. It wasn't everyday Hermione would burst into his dormitory, demanding he tell her his life story. Still, it was extremely fun to watch the look on Hermione's face when he told her he liked kinky sex.
Hermione looked at him. "Malfoy, why are you such a complete arse-hole?"
"Granger, why are you such a stupid bitch?"
Hermione's mouth fell open. "What?"
"Well, you ask a question like that you're bound to get an answer like that," Draco explained.
"You can't answer a question with a question," said Hermione triumphantly.
Draco snorted. "Who says?"
"I do," said Hermione.
"Right."
"You know what, let's try not to insult each other for at least five minutes, OK?"
"Fine," said Draco.
"Fine."
But as it was when Hermione and Draco weren't insulting each other on some level, they really had nothing to say. Hermione started to speak, "Nice weather."
Draco stared at her. "Granger, it's pissing down outside."
"Hey, insults mean last names too, from now on you have to call me Hermione," said Hermione.
"Fine, you have to call me Draco, then," said Draco.
Hermione made a face. "But - I just - well ... you know ..."
"Sorry ... Hermione. You made the deal, I'm just following along."
His words reminded Hermione strongly of something, suddenly she realised. "Why am I doing this for you?"
Draco frowned. "What - calling me Draco?"
"No," Hermione said slowly, "why am I taking orders from you?"
"I don't know."
"Why am I getting the ridiculous dares?"
"I don't know."
But Hermione was on a roll, she stood up, angry. "Why am I having to resort to using someone who's no fucking use to me anyway!"
Draco stood up too. "Ha! I was right! You're just using Weasley! You don't care about your friendship, you're just trying to get me back!"
Hermione stepped towards him. "Why do you care about my friendship with Ron?"
Draco slunk back into his chair. "Dunno," he said quietly.
"We can't even have a civil conversation!" Hermione yelled.
Draco laughed quietly. "We're like an old married couple."
Hermione sat back down. "Yes, and as weird and freakish as that is, we can't do this anymore. The game's off."
Draco nodded. "One more thing."
Hermione looked at him. "What?"
"I dare you to kiss me."