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Sorry it took me so long getting this chapter up. I have been really busy with school and all.
Draco flipped the letter over in his hands and then looked up at the stairs to Hermione's room with worry in his silver eyes. What was wrong with her? Better yet, why did she reject him, a Malfoy, for crying out loud?
"Should I read the letter?" he mummerd to himself, looking back down at it one last time before heading up toward Hermione's room. He rushed up the steps and pounded on the door.
"What is it?" Hermione said swinging open the door, tearstains on her face, revealing a purple mark on her cheek and under her eye.
"I just wanted to give this back to you, Hermione." Draco said, using her first name.
"Did you read it?" Hermione questioned.
"No." Draco answered honestly and turned to exited the room.
"Go after him dear!" Kay, the mirror, whispered
"Draco!" Hermione called from her doorway. Draco turned his head in her direction. "Thank-you fo-for not reading the letter"
"Malfoy's don't read other people's mail anyway," Draco sneered, "especially mudblood's."
Hermione's cheeks flushed with anger as she drew her wand and spouted off a curse that made Draco fly down the stairs and crash into the floor below.
"How dare you call me a mudblood! I thought you were actually being decent for once, but no you had to go and ruin the moment, didn't you?" Hermione flared.
"What did you expect? I'm a Malfoy." Draco sneered, still lying on the floor.
"Obviously too much from slime like you, but for your information, Malfoy, I was adopted to a muggle family. I am pureblood!" Hermione screamed slamming her door and locking it.
"I cannot belive him! He is so inconsiderate and idiotic! He acts like a three year old! Can't be nice for five seconds, but it did sound nice when he said my name..." Hermione was rambled.
"Wait, no, it absolutely did not sound nice when he said my name! He is a piece of filth I in no way like, Dra-MALFOY!" she finsihed, lying on her bed.
"Problems with the young man, dear?" Kay asked.
"No, what would make you say that?" Hermione huffed sarcastically. Grabbing her pj's from her trunk and quickly chaning into them, she climbed into bed.
"Good night, Kay." Hermione said as she shut her eyes to only fall into another night of restless sleep.
~
"I cannot believe she hexed me," Draco muttered, going into his room. "Actually threw me down the stairs, the ungrateful little bitch, and all I was doing was helping her! I should have read her mail anyway!"
"You know that isn't the best way to a girl's heart?" a voice said.
"Bloody Hell! How many talking mirrors does this school have?!" Draco yelled.
"Not counting us three there would be about 109." The mirror replied.
"I was being sarcastic, and I am not trying to win a girl's heart, here, we are talking about a mudblood." Draco sneered at the mirror.
"Not according to Kay," The mirror replied.
"Who is Kay?" Draco asked.
"The mirror in the head girl's room, of course." the mirror replied with a snort.
"Mirrors have names?" Draco sneered. "Well isn't that idiotic."
"It is not idiotic," the mirror replied.
"So, what is your name, then, mirror?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"EJ to my friends, but you can call me Sir" The mirror said in a obvious showy, male voice.
"So, what kind of information can you tell me about the head girl?" Draco asked with intrest, hoping that it would help him achieve his goal of bringing down the Hermione.
"Ask me when your in a better mood." EJ replied.
"Fine," Draco said in a huffy voice taking out his green pj pants and slipping them on. He proceeded to get into bed.
"She's right, you know, you do act like you're three." The mirror replied.
"I do not!" Draco mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
Sorry it took me so long getting this chapter up. I have been really busy with school and all.
Draco flipped the letter over in his hands and then looked up at the stairs to Hermione's room with worry in his silver eyes. What was wrong with her? Better yet, why did she reject him, a Malfoy, for crying out loud?
"Should I read the letter?" he mummerd to himself, looking back down at it one last time before heading up toward Hermione's room. He rushed up the steps and pounded on the door.
"What is it?" Hermione said swinging open the door, tearstains on her face, revealing a purple mark on her cheek and under her eye.
"I just wanted to give this back to you, Hermione." Draco said, using her first name.
"Did you read it?" Hermione questioned.
"No." Draco answered honestly and turned to exited the room.
"Go after him dear!" Kay, the mirror, whispered
"Draco!" Hermione called from her doorway. Draco turned his head in her direction. "Thank-you fo-for not reading the letter"
"Malfoy's don't read other people's mail anyway," Draco sneered, "especially mudblood's."
Hermione's cheeks flushed with anger as she drew her wand and spouted off a curse that made Draco fly down the stairs and crash into the floor below.
"How dare you call me a mudblood! I thought you were actually being decent for once, but no you had to go and ruin the moment, didn't you?" Hermione flared.
"What did you expect? I'm a Malfoy." Draco sneered, still lying on the floor.
"Obviously too much from slime like you, but for your information, Malfoy, I was adopted to a muggle family. I am pureblood!" Hermione screamed slamming her door and locking it.
"I cannot belive him! He is so inconsiderate and idiotic! He acts like a three year old! Can't be nice for five seconds, but it did sound nice when he said my name..." Hermione was rambled.
"Wait, no, it absolutely did not sound nice when he said my name! He is a piece of filth I in no way like, Dra-MALFOY!" she finsihed, lying on her bed.
"Problems with the young man, dear?" Kay asked.
"No, what would make you say that?" Hermione huffed sarcastically. Grabbing her pj's from her trunk and quickly chaning into them, she climbed into bed.
"Good night, Kay." Hermione said as she shut her eyes to only fall into another night of restless sleep.
~
"I cannot believe she hexed me," Draco muttered, going into his room. "Actually threw me down the stairs, the ungrateful little bitch, and all I was doing was helping her! I should have read her mail anyway!"
"You know that isn't the best way to a girl's heart?" a voice said.
"Bloody Hell! How many talking mirrors does this school have?!" Draco yelled.
"Not counting us three there would be about 109." The mirror replied.
"I was being sarcastic, and I am not trying to win a girl's heart, here, we are talking about a mudblood." Draco sneered at the mirror.
"Not according to Kay," The mirror replied.
"Who is Kay?" Draco asked.
"The mirror in the head girl's room, of course." the mirror replied with a snort.
"Mirrors have names?" Draco sneered. "Well isn't that idiotic."
"It is not idiotic," the mirror replied.
"So, what is your name, then, mirror?" Draco asked with a smirk.
"EJ to my friends, but you can call me Sir" The mirror said in a obvious showy, male voice.
"So, what kind of information can you tell me about the head girl?" Draco asked with intrest, hoping that it would help him achieve his goal of bringing down the Hermione.
"Ask me when your in a better mood." EJ replied.
"Fine," Draco said in a huffy voice taking out his green pj pants and slipping them on. He proceeded to get into bed.
"She's right, you know, you do act like you're three." The mirror replied.
"I do not!" Draco mumbled before drifting off to sleep.