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Chapter 3: Things You Don't Know

~Hermione~

I heard Malfoy come up behind me. Great, another run in with the ferret.

"Granger! Granger! Wait up!" He called as I kept walking, making sure to speed up just as he was getting closer to me.

"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry Malferret, am I walking too fast for you?" I snarled with my back and head still turned on him.

"No, I just don't feel the need to try and catch up with a filthy little mudblood like you." He snapped back. I whipped around as he said mudblood.

"Malfoy, you really should catch your tongue before you talk about something you do not know." I whispered menacingly and walked closer to him with ever word.

"What don't I know about, know-it-all? The only reason you get better grades is because all you do is have your nose buried in your books all day. I, in actuality, am smarter than you." He bragged. Yeah, ha, nice job.

"If you're so smart, tell me why you don't know my secrets, tell me things about myself that even I don't know." When I started talking I was right in front of him and I kept walking until I realized he was against a wall.

His breathing had quickened and his eyes were wide with fear. That was the right way to look, he should be scared of me.

"But you can't because you don't know. You're a poor excuse for a wizard, Malfoy. You're also a poor excuse for a man." I growled and then stalked off with a gaping Malfoy looking after me.

~Draco~

"But you can't because you don't know. You're a poor excuse for a wizard, Malfoy. You're also a poor excuse for a man." She spat at me. I could let her get away with calling me a 'poor excuse for a wizard' but a poor excuse for a man! Never. That little mudblood would pay dearly for what she had just done.

"Oh Draci! What's wrong baby? What did that dirty mudblood do?" I heard some horrid noise in my ear. I turned around, expecting to see some disgusting creature …

And I did, Pansy.

"Would you close that mouth of yours Parkinson? I don't want to hear your screeching, thank you. If I had a problem, you ought to know that I would take care of it. Now," I shoved her then glared, "leave." I pointed in a random direction as she stomped off, muttering about how 'one day he'll realize what he's missing.' I should have told her that I can find a pig anywhere I wanted.

~Hermione~

"Hermione! Mione!" I heard someone yelling my name at the top of their lungs. I turned to see Harry waving his arms like a maniac and running towards me.

"Harry, calm down, your scaring the first years." I whispered as the younger girls stopped to stare at the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Sex-God.

"Sorry, I just really wanted to talk to you. Can we meet out at the lake tonight at 7?" He breathed into my ear. I nearly threw up.

"O-of course Harry." I told him and then raced off to Potions.

"Take out your quills and some parchment. I would like you to write down the ingredients for the following potion." He flicked his wrist and the ingredients appeared on the blackboard.

I quickly wrote them down, laid my quill down, and pulled out "Liquify: World's Most Difficult Potions" or so it appeared.

Since I was in the back of the class and not one person sat near me, I slipped some different reading into the pages of "Liquify: World's Most Difficult Potions".

At the moment it was "How To Kill Your Enemies for Dummies", a book about other spells that would torture and kill your victim.

"Ms. Granger, would you like to tell us what potion is made with these ingredients, since it appears as though you are so very fascinated with potions." Snape asked me, in a voice that clearly read 'I bet you don't know the answer! Na-na-na-na-na-na!'

I made a bit of an annoyed sigh and told him the answer as if he were asking me what my first name was.

"The ingredients on the black board create a potion which puts someone else's thoughts in another's head. It's not switching minds, it's adding them. If this potion is made in any way incorrectly, the person taking the potion will most likely lose some of their memory." I rambled off.

"Uh … that is correct. 1 point to Gryffindor." He said in a shaky voice. I swear, after everyone gasped, you could have heard a pin drop in class.

"Well anyways, please pick a partner and make the *cough* potion." Snape muttered and sat down at his desk. I looked around the room, observing the pairs.

Harry and Ron. Pansy and Millicent. Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy and … no one? Well, I suppose, no one else is worthy of his 'precious' time. Except me…

I sauntered over to him and stood right in front of him.

"Well let's get started." I said and began chopping up spider legs.

"Granger! What are you doing? How dare you even think you are worthy of being my partner!" Malfoy hissed at me as I chuckled to myself.

"Oh get over yourself Ferret. You are not a god no matter what anyone says, and I highly doubt anyone will be making you one anytime soon." I mocked him, not taking my eyes of the ingredients.

"Not a god? I do believe that around here I am the Sex God." He said in a snotty voice.

I couldn't help but laugh. I was laughing so hard that my face had turned bright red and everyone was looking at me.

"Ms. Granger. What, may I ask, do you find so funny?" Snape barked at me as I slapped my knees in hysterics.

"He-he thinks he's a S-Sex God!" I managed to get out, in between laughs.

"Oh, but he is!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked and began glaring at me.

"Granger, detention Saturday for causing a scene." Snape yelled at me.

"Whatever." I muttered as I gathered my things and walked out of the room because the class was over.

~Draco~

That girl was going to pay so dearly that she wouldn't know what hit her until he had her humiliated in front of the entire school.

After all, the wench did humiliate me in Potions. How dare she think that I'm not a Sex God. I mean for crying out loud, I have perfect hair, no longer gelled by the way, gorgeous blue eyes, a perfectly built body, and a grin to die for. What girl can't say they don't want a piece of me?

Anyways … I was surprised that Snape had given Granger a point in potions. I mean … she was Gryffindor and a mudblood!

Has hell frozen over?

~Hermione~

I remembered that I was supposed to meet Harry at the lake that night so I quickly pulled my sweater around me and walked out towards the body of water, where I saw him sitting.

"What's up Harry?" I forced a grin as I sat down and asked him.

"Um, oh I'm glad you're here Hermione. I just um wanted to tell you -" he started but cut himself off by leaning in and kissing me.

I quickly pushed him away and slapped him.

"What in bloody hell do you think you're doing Potter?" I screamed at him. Oops, probably shouldn't have said Potter.

"Oh Gods! Hermione I'm sorry I didn't mean- I just- I uh - I'm leaving now!" He muttered as he stood up and raced off.

Well, I just hope I can forget that horrific event.

I went to detention on Saturday night which was just putting the jars and bottles in alphabetical order. Pretty lame detention.

We had the day off after Sunday because the 5TH years were going on a field trip to some weird seminar thing, so the 6TH and 7TH years could do whatever they wanted.

Most of them decided to go to Hogsmeade or just hang out in the castle but I decided to go out.

To muggle London to dance a little bit.

I never used to dance until one time, my friends decided to drag me along and make me dance where I found out I had a knack for it.

I threw on a white baby tee and a plain pair of shorts. I didn't want anyone to see … the thing, so I threw my cloak on until I got to the club.

20 minutes later, I stepped into WildFire, hung my cloak up and walked out to the dance floor.

I knew that there wouldn't be any wizards or witches there because this was a very 'secret' club and known only to the best dancers in London.

"Hey, nice tattoo, where'd you get it?" Someone came up to me and said.

"Um uh, I got it in a little tattoo parlor in America." I told him and then walked away.

Other people commented on the 'tattoo' all night and I didn't worry until I heard a very familiar voice.

~Draco~
I don't know what made me follow her but I decided to. The way she kind of snuck out of the castle made me wonder just what she was up to.

I looked at my surroundings and realized that we were in muggle London.

Then I saw the sign, WildFire. I had been here before a few times because I used to have some pureblood friends who actually came out to the muggle clubs and made me come along.

When I told my mom about this, she (being more okay with muggles) insisted I get lessons on 'that' kind of dancing.

So I guess I was good since I had learned. I followed her as she whipped off her cloak and strutted onto the dance floor.

I had to admit that what she was wearing that night looked good but she was still a mudblood.

Then I heard someone say something to her, which made me really think.

"Nice tattoo you got there little lady."

I snuck off to the bar and ordered a drink and then I saw her dance.

She was a pretty good dancer and she sure got a lot of attention from guys. At school, she didn't come across as that kind of girl and didn't seem that attractive but when she danced she was … well one word, yum.

Then I got a pretty good glance at it and tried to convince myself that it was simply a real tattoo that looked like it or possibly that she had gotten it for a joke.

But I knew that I had to find this out for myself. I quickly made my way through the crowd and grabbed her arm.

"The Dark Mark!" I screamed at her as she turned and stared at me, horrified. The we noticed the spotlight on us.

"Well isn't this just a coincidence, the two best dancers ever to step into WildFire, on the floor together. Make a circle everyone as our King and Queen of Dance shake it!"

~Hermione and Draco~

Oh no! Now we have to dance together!