A/N: Thanks to my lone reviewer. You rock! I hate when things drag out too much so I'm cutting to the chase soon enough.
A Maze in the Mist.
Chapter 2: I Don't Know Who I Am
Hermione looked at him in great shock. If she expected any answer at all, it wasn't a calm, collected, no. This was not a normal day at all.
"Excuse me?" She asked unsure if she had heard him right. They had to work together. They had no choice because only hell would make her give up her title as Head Girl. She even assumed they could be something close to friends.
"Come on, Mudblood. You know quite well I wouldn't have to associate with you if we weren't given this title." Malfoy sneered at her. Malfoy knew quite well himself that his father would turn in his grave if he associated with filth like her.
"Do not call me a Mudblood, Malfoy." The little badger had obviously gotten her bit back because reducing those teeth in third year did nothing.
"Mudblood means dirty blood. Those people with dirty blood are half-breeds and Muggles who carry around wands, pretending they can do real magic. You know you could never manage to be as good as a pureblood." Draco sneered as he grasped a wrist coming towards his face. His intense training as the new Slytherin captain since last year had paid off. His reflexes quick as ever intercepted the hand coming his way.
"Let go of me, Ferret." Granger tried to say with some venom in her voice. She couldn't pull it off well if her bloody worthless life depended on it.
"Never ceases to amaze me how you can engage in a nice conversation and a battle of the wits, yet you seem to use such petty insults." It was after all true with the ferrets and the albino mouse. Honestly, she should have a little more free time to be able to come up with some better insults.
"I don't spend my time trying to tease and taunt people, Malfoy. I have friends that I like to spend time with."
"You mean like at the train?" Draco bit back rather harshly, even for himself.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand that if I explained it. You would need something called emotion. E-M-O-T-I-O-N." Hermione snapped at him.
"I know plenty about emotions, thanks. You're wasting my free time Mudblood. Go visit your 'friends' and leave me in peace." Draco sighed as Hermione walked out of sight. 'Long day ahead, Draco. No, don't put that song on. Is that country? Alright, how about, Die Die? I've always enjoyed a bloody song every now and then.'
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Walking down the hall the next day, Draco almost jumped into a corner. It was Blaise talking to Hermione. 'So he's going to ask her to go to the lake with him or something close to that?' Draco thought to himself.
"No." He heard firmly as footsteps came towards him. Draco could all but help but snicker as he brushed past Hermione over to Blaise.
"So, mate, didn't work out nicely?" Draco smirked to Blaise who looked absolutely frightening to most people right about now.
"Draco, mate," He repeated what Draco said, "I'll get her to bed yet." Blaise seemed awfully sure of himself. Draco had known Granger long enough to know that Blaise being so full of himself right then wouldn't attract her.
"Care to make a wager on that?" Draco asked thinking of all possible plans of getting Blaise to be less appealing. The wager was going to be a set time limit on when Hermione had to be bedded without force with free will.
"Are you sure your father would approve of you sleeping with a Mudblood?" Blaise mocked Draco's previous words. Since when had the wager included him?
"The wager won't include me. I wouldn't lay hands on a Mudblood nor would she have me after all that I have done. Don't be a muffin, Zabini." Draco told his friend honestly. Their friendship was as complicated as things got.
They would talk to each other about the feelings they had which were generally minimal. They would argue and share differences of opinion on all matters from blood issues to heritage to the way witches should be treated. They would generally be supportive of each other, or at least how supportive Slytherins could get. They would generally back off of each other's women and not bed one another's ex's. They would, one second be friends or something close to it, and the next they would argue like there was no tomorrow.
"Are you afraid of a challenge Draco? I bet you that I can bed the Mudblood before you can. After we're done, we drop her. Of course, we'll tell Potter and Weasley beforehand." Blaise raised an eyebrow that questioned Draco.
Nothing good could come of this, but Draco was never one to back out of a dare or a challenge, "Come with me." Draco sighed slightly as he dragged Blaise into a room that was unknown even by the Marauder's Map. Draco knew so many secrets about this castle.
They came up with a sort of contract that would lay in this room on the table. It would be untouched by all spells. The contract had two strings on it. One labeled Draco and one labeled Blaise. They had to follow the rules they were about to set or the string would turn red. Once one person bedded Granger, the string would turn gold. They started on the rules:
Rules of the Hunt:
No excessive force, threats , rape, etc.
No love potions, lust spells, etc.
No casting any kind of spell on Granger.
No outside help.
No telling anyone of the challenge (bet), telling Granger, etc.
No spells, charms, potions given to opponent, etc.
No using Muggle methods such as drinking, drugs, etc.
Winner will receive fifty (50) galleons.
Draco D. Malfoy
Blaise L. Zabini
As they signed the contracts, the strings turned blue and then returned to their usual pale yellow color. The war was on.
Draco woke up with a headache the following Saturday morning. As a signal that the first week was over, the majority of the seventh years snuck to Hogsmeade to drink. Surprisingly among those seventh year students was the subject of two Slytherins' bet.
Draco noticed Blaise's very blunt attempts at getting Hermione to go out with him. Draco himself was biding his time. If he kept being cordial to the Mudblood then eventually when he made his move she would accept.
Although the Wizarding drinks were a bit stronger then Muggle ones, they were not exempt from having a hangover, thus the hangover potion came in handy. Too bad most of the time Draco was too knocked up to find the potion. Today, however, he was having better luck, causing him to find it right away. Clarity soon followed.
He walked into the main Common room to see Granger digging for something, "Merlin help me. Where is it?" She shouted as she grasped her head and moaned.
"Looking for something?" Draco asked with a teasing tone. She groaned at him loudly still digging through her desk in the common room. Draco tossed her some hangover potion which she took without hesitation.
"Thank you, Malfoy. Hopefully I won't be poisoned by tomorrow." With that statement she went back into her room.
Draco cursed himself. He should have said something to her. Oh well, it was Saturday, and he had all day to make his move. He just sat down with a smirk on his face waiting for her to come out of her bedroom.
He only had to wait about half an hour before a calmer Granger walked into the common room, "Listen Malfoy, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I apologize." She said through gritted teeth.
He forced himself to smile and said, "No problem, Granger. We all get our hissy fits once in a while." He almost hit himself over the head for that comment, 'You're trying to win her over, git. No more insults from this moment on, but make it subtle. She can't know you're up to something.' To his surprise, she smiled.
"Even you, Malfoy?" She asked him with a smile tugging on her lips. 'Play along.'
"Well, of course not such a fine creature as myself." He fake posed causing a laugh to escape her lips. 'One step at a time. She's such a little stubborn wench. With Blaise trying to do what he is, he'll never win this war.'
"So, what's with the attitude change Malfoy?" She asked him while he smoothly smirked.
"You're right, Granger. I do have an attitude. But, did it change or am I up to something?" He smirked as he moved closer to her.
Draco was very much aware of what he had said. Normally, he wouldn't admit to being 'up' to something, but Hermione Granger was no one's fool; she knew him for seven years, and if he made some excuse or said that he had quote unquote 'changed', she wouldn't buy it. She would automatically get her ugly little rats to come after him and physically pound it out of him. Draco could put up a good fight, but he wasn't the kind of person to play physical games with someone. Mentality was the first step to owning a person.
"You're always up to something. Now spill. What has got you being so…pleasant?" She backed away from him slightly as he cornered her into the wall.
He got close to her ear, his body almost touching hers. Heat radiated through the room as she closed her eyes. He got so close she couldn't move without bumping into him, "I see something, I reckon, I like."
She got close to his ear, which was very unexpected from her. He thought that she would break down crying so when she came in for a kiss he let himself go. The girl had some looks. You might as well milk the bet.
He leant in, and she moved so suddenly that he almost fell into the wall, "I'm not an object Malfoy, for one. Two: I don't like you. Three: You didn't apologize for anything you ever did. Four: You are up to something. Maybe a bet. Five: Pe-lease." She rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the common room.
He let himself fall to the floor, and he shook his head, "Nice going Malfoy. Took it a bit too far. At least you know you can take it easy." If she out weaseled personal contact, Blaise wouldn't have a chance. He took a deep breath and stood up to walk to his room.
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Walking down the hall, he heard something that caught his attention. Yes, his name was called, but that happened all the time. What caught his internet was the object of his newfound challenge saying his name.
"…bloke was going to kiss me. His nasty little ferret lips near me was enough to make me almost pass out." She sneered.
"You have to admit though, Hermione, he is a nice looking ferret." Ginny smirked as she nudged Hermione.
"Don't start with me, Gin. He's mad; I'm telling you!" She paused to let a sigh escape her lips, "He said he was up to something like some kind of bloody smooth criminal or whatever they call it in the states. Bloody fucking hell, he's such a prat!" She stomped her foot in effect while Draco smirked in the corner he was in.
"Calm down. This has obviously gotten you worked up. Whatever the muffin does, just ignore it. Most likely he is up to something. In the mean time, why don't you let him kiss you. He doesn't snog with a lot of girls. Who has had the opportunity has said he is good at it. Besides you might hit it off and…" Draco couldn't hear what Weasley said next, but he had a pretty good idea because it caused Hermione to step away open mouthed and swat at her friend like a fly.
"I never! Virginia Annabelle Weasley! Wait until your mum hears of this." Hermione shouted while Ginny took her cue to mumble an apology.
"Seriously though, Hermione. What if he has changed. With his mother at St. Mungo's and his father in Azkaban, he has good reason to. Maybe if this isn't one of his tricks, you could get together. I bet you would get along famously!" Ginny shrugged as Hermione sighed.
"Gin, maybe you're right. It'll take time though. We do have some things in common when he doesn't call me nasty names."
"That's my girl. My baby's all grown up." Ginny fake cried.
"You would make am excellent actress."
"Actress?" Ginny wondered. Draco kept on moving as Granger explained what an actress was to Weasley.
"Time I don't have. I want her in bed. Come on, Draco, quick thinking." Draco sighed as he went outside to think.
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So, almost a month passed, and besides himself and Blaise bunches of guys asked her out. She gave everyone a chance, except Blaise who would say something sexist. She hadn't stayed with anyone longer than one date but one, however. She hardly had any time for guys considering she was Hermione Granger and had to study.
He was starting to think that Blaise was right: Granger had grown up quite nicely. It hadn't happened over the summer but gradually, and she couldn't compare with Parvati Patil, but it was her innocence and intelligence that attracted so many males.
Draco was in deep thought as he walked inside the common room to see Hermione giggling over a letter, "What're you reading, Hermione?" Draco asked curiously.
It was easier than he thought to call her Hermione. She of course, responded by calling him by his given name also. A month of him being polite had caused them to be somewhat close friends. He could tell that it would never be best friends or something of that sort because he had never apologized. He had to be careful at this stage. With an apology from the 'ferret Malfoy' could come speculations of him being up to something.
Then, of course, there was the fact that Slytherins didn't mind half as much as Gryffindors that Hermione and Draco were pleasant to one another in public. Potter and Weasley always seemed to be around Hermione when Draco was there. They really were like lions, but not because they were brave, but because they always looked out for one another.
Slytherins, on the other hand, had one leader. It was like a monarchy, and with the name Malfoy came that power. Slytherins were cunning and fearless; the only exception to that was the leader. Malfoy had them shut up with one word and glare to go with it. Not one person would tell his father of anything. The only person who wasn't as fearful was probably Blaise who knew of that bet.
"A letter from Terry." She seemed to say his name very dreamily.
"Terry Boot? You have got to be kidding be Hermione. You can do better than him!" Draco said but seemed to be thinking, 'This cannot be happening. I am so close, and Blaise seems to be making some progress too!!!'
"Like who? That bloke from Slytherin who keeps asking me out. What is his name. Blaise Zabini?" She seemed to be very mad at Draco for belittling Terry. 'Well, it seems as though Blaise hasn't made as much progress as I have.'
"He's very slick Hermione. He'll hurt you; I can promise that." Draco muttered as she sent him a glare.
"I happen to like him, and besides, he's smart. Third in our year with marks you know. I'm first tied with someone."
"Me." He mumbled with a frown on his lips.
"Come on Malfoy. Who are you kidding? I remember in fifth year how you barely passed!" She said angrily.
"Accio O.W.Ls!" He screamed now thoroughly angry with her. Within seconds they came flying into his hands. He marched to her and pushed it into her face, "How the hell do you think I got into all N.E.W.T classes?!?"
She looked down at them and looked up at Draco, "I'm sorry, Draco. I just need you to understand that I like Terry."
He sighed as a pang of an unknown emotion hit him, "I do understand." Jealousy.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I'm not posting until I get at last five reviews because I know that some people don't like to read stories until they have 10000 words myself included. When I hit 10000 words I'm going to request more reviews because I like to feel appreciated. My 50th reviewer gets to put any object of their desire in my story and I'll use it well.
A Maze in the Mist.
Chapter 2: I Don't Know Who I Am
Hermione looked at him in great shock. If she expected any answer at all, it wasn't a calm, collected, no. This was not a normal day at all.
"Excuse me?" She asked unsure if she had heard him right. They had to work together. They had no choice because only hell would make her give up her title as Head Girl. She even assumed they could be something close to friends.
"Come on, Mudblood. You know quite well I wouldn't have to associate with you if we weren't given this title." Malfoy sneered at her. Malfoy knew quite well himself that his father would turn in his grave if he associated with filth like her.
"Do not call me a Mudblood, Malfoy." The little badger had obviously gotten her bit back because reducing those teeth in third year did nothing.
"Mudblood means dirty blood. Those people with dirty blood are half-breeds and Muggles who carry around wands, pretending they can do real magic. You know you could never manage to be as good as a pureblood." Draco sneered as he grasped a wrist coming towards his face. His intense training as the new Slytherin captain since last year had paid off. His reflexes quick as ever intercepted the hand coming his way.
"Let go of me, Ferret." Granger tried to say with some venom in her voice. She couldn't pull it off well if her bloody worthless life depended on it.
"Never ceases to amaze me how you can engage in a nice conversation and a battle of the wits, yet you seem to use such petty insults." It was after all true with the ferrets and the albino mouse. Honestly, she should have a little more free time to be able to come up with some better insults.
"I don't spend my time trying to tease and taunt people, Malfoy. I have friends that I like to spend time with."
"You mean like at the train?" Draco bit back rather harshly, even for himself.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand that if I explained it. You would need something called emotion. E-M-O-T-I-O-N." Hermione snapped at him.
"I know plenty about emotions, thanks. You're wasting my free time Mudblood. Go visit your 'friends' and leave me in peace." Draco sighed as Hermione walked out of sight. 'Long day ahead, Draco. No, don't put that song on. Is that country? Alright, how about, Die Die? I've always enjoyed a bloody song every now and then.'
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Walking down the hall the next day, Draco almost jumped into a corner. It was Blaise talking to Hermione. 'So he's going to ask her to go to the lake with him or something close to that?' Draco thought to himself.
"No." He heard firmly as footsteps came towards him. Draco could all but help but snicker as he brushed past Hermione over to Blaise.
"So, mate, didn't work out nicely?" Draco smirked to Blaise who looked absolutely frightening to most people right about now.
"Draco, mate," He repeated what Draco said, "I'll get her to bed yet." Blaise seemed awfully sure of himself. Draco had known Granger long enough to know that Blaise being so full of himself right then wouldn't attract her.
"Care to make a wager on that?" Draco asked thinking of all possible plans of getting Blaise to be less appealing. The wager was going to be a set time limit on when Hermione had to be bedded without force with free will.
"Are you sure your father would approve of you sleeping with a Mudblood?" Blaise mocked Draco's previous words. Since when had the wager included him?
"The wager won't include me. I wouldn't lay hands on a Mudblood nor would she have me after all that I have done. Don't be a muffin, Zabini." Draco told his friend honestly. Their friendship was as complicated as things got.
They would talk to each other about the feelings they had which were generally minimal. They would argue and share differences of opinion on all matters from blood issues to heritage to the way witches should be treated. They would generally be supportive of each other, or at least how supportive Slytherins could get. They would generally back off of each other's women and not bed one another's ex's. They would, one second be friends or something close to it, and the next they would argue like there was no tomorrow.
"Are you afraid of a challenge Draco? I bet you that I can bed the Mudblood before you can. After we're done, we drop her. Of course, we'll tell Potter and Weasley beforehand." Blaise raised an eyebrow that questioned Draco.
Nothing good could come of this, but Draco was never one to back out of a dare or a challenge, "Come with me." Draco sighed slightly as he dragged Blaise into a room that was unknown even by the Marauder's Map. Draco knew so many secrets about this castle.
They came up with a sort of contract that would lay in this room on the table. It would be untouched by all spells. The contract had two strings on it. One labeled Draco and one labeled Blaise. They had to follow the rules they were about to set or the string would turn red. Once one person bedded Granger, the string would turn gold. They started on the rules:
Rules of the Hunt:
No excessive force, threats , rape, etc.
No love potions, lust spells, etc.
No casting any kind of spell on Granger.
No outside help.
No telling anyone of the challenge (bet), telling Granger, etc.
No spells, charms, potions given to opponent, etc.
No using Muggle methods such as drinking, drugs, etc.
Winner will receive fifty (50) galleons.
Draco D. Malfoy
Blaise L. Zabini
As they signed the contracts, the strings turned blue and then returned to their usual pale yellow color. The war was on.
Draco woke up with a headache the following Saturday morning. As a signal that the first week was over, the majority of the seventh years snuck to Hogsmeade to drink. Surprisingly among those seventh year students was the subject of two Slytherins' bet.
Draco noticed Blaise's very blunt attempts at getting Hermione to go out with him. Draco himself was biding his time. If he kept being cordial to the Mudblood then eventually when he made his move she would accept.
Although the Wizarding drinks were a bit stronger then Muggle ones, they were not exempt from having a hangover, thus the hangover potion came in handy. Too bad most of the time Draco was too knocked up to find the potion. Today, however, he was having better luck, causing him to find it right away. Clarity soon followed.
He walked into the main Common room to see Granger digging for something, "Merlin help me. Where is it?" She shouted as she grasped her head and moaned.
"Looking for something?" Draco asked with a teasing tone. She groaned at him loudly still digging through her desk in the common room. Draco tossed her some hangover potion which she took without hesitation.
"Thank you, Malfoy. Hopefully I won't be poisoned by tomorrow." With that statement she went back into her room.
Draco cursed himself. He should have said something to her. Oh well, it was Saturday, and he had all day to make his move. He just sat down with a smirk on his face waiting for her to come out of her bedroom.
He only had to wait about half an hour before a calmer Granger walked into the common room, "Listen Malfoy, I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I apologize." She said through gritted teeth.
He forced himself to smile and said, "No problem, Granger. We all get our hissy fits once in a while." He almost hit himself over the head for that comment, 'You're trying to win her over, git. No more insults from this moment on, but make it subtle. She can't know you're up to something.' To his surprise, she smiled.
"Even you, Malfoy?" She asked him with a smile tugging on her lips. 'Play along.'
"Well, of course not such a fine creature as myself." He fake posed causing a laugh to escape her lips. 'One step at a time. She's such a little stubborn wench. With Blaise trying to do what he is, he'll never win this war.'
"So, what's with the attitude change Malfoy?" She asked him while he smoothly smirked.
"You're right, Granger. I do have an attitude. But, did it change or am I up to something?" He smirked as he moved closer to her.
Draco was very much aware of what he had said. Normally, he wouldn't admit to being 'up' to something, but Hermione Granger was no one's fool; she knew him for seven years, and if he made some excuse or said that he had quote unquote 'changed', she wouldn't buy it. She would automatically get her ugly little rats to come after him and physically pound it out of him. Draco could put up a good fight, but he wasn't the kind of person to play physical games with someone. Mentality was the first step to owning a person.
"You're always up to something. Now spill. What has got you being so…pleasant?" She backed away from him slightly as he cornered her into the wall.
He got close to her ear, his body almost touching hers. Heat radiated through the room as she closed her eyes. He got so close she couldn't move without bumping into him, "I see something, I reckon, I like."
She got close to his ear, which was very unexpected from her. He thought that she would break down crying so when she came in for a kiss he let himself go. The girl had some looks. You might as well milk the bet.
He leant in, and she moved so suddenly that he almost fell into the wall, "I'm not an object Malfoy, for one. Two: I don't like you. Three: You didn't apologize for anything you ever did. Four: You are up to something. Maybe a bet. Five: Pe-lease." She rolled her eyes at him and walked out of the common room.
He let himself fall to the floor, and he shook his head, "Nice going Malfoy. Took it a bit too far. At least you know you can take it easy." If she out weaseled personal contact, Blaise wouldn't have a chance. He took a deep breath and stood up to walk to his room.
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Walking down the hall, he heard something that caught his attention. Yes, his name was called, but that happened all the time. What caught his internet was the object of his newfound challenge saying his name.
"…bloke was going to kiss me. His nasty little ferret lips near me was enough to make me almost pass out." She sneered.
"You have to admit though, Hermione, he is a nice looking ferret." Ginny smirked as she nudged Hermione.
"Don't start with me, Gin. He's mad; I'm telling you!" She paused to let a sigh escape her lips, "He said he was up to something like some kind of bloody smooth criminal or whatever they call it in the states. Bloody fucking hell, he's such a prat!" She stomped her foot in effect while Draco smirked in the corner he was in.
"Calm down. This has obviously gotten you worked up. Whatever the muffin does, just ignore it. Most likely he is up to something. In the mean time, why don't you let him kiss you. He doesn't snog with a lot of girls. Who has had the opportunity has said he is good at it. Besides you might hit it off and…" Draco couldn't hear what Weasley said next, but he had a pretty good idea because it caused Hermione to step away open mouthed and swat at her friend like a fly.
"I never! Virginia Annabelle Weasley! Wait until your mum hears of this." Hermione shouted while Ginny took her cue to mumble an apology.
"Seriously though, Hermione. What if he has changed. With his mother at St. Mungo's and his father in Azkaban, he has good reason to. Maybe if this isn't one of his tricks, you could get together. I bet you would get along famously!" Ginny shrugged as Hermione sighed.
"Gin, maybe you're right. It'll take time though. We do have some things in common when he doesn't call me nasty names."
"That's my girl. My baby's all grown up." Ginny fake cried.
"You would make am excellent actress."
"Actress?" Ginny wondered. Draco kept on moving as Granger explained what an actress was to Weasley.
"Time I don't have. I want her in bed. Come on, Draco, quick thinking." Draco sighed as he went outside to think.
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So, almost a month passed, and besides himself and Blaise bunches of guys asked her out. She gave everyone a chance, except Blaise who would say something sexist. She hadn't stayed with anyone longer than one date but one, however. She hardly had any time for guys considering she was Hermione Granger and had to study.
He was starting to think that Blaise was right: Granger had grown up quite nicely. It hadn't happened over the summer but gradually, and she couldn't compare with Parvati Patil, but it was her innocence and intelligence that attracted so many males.
Draco was in deep thought as he walked inside the common room to see Hermione giggling over a letter, "What're you reading, Hermione?" Draco asked curiously.
It was easier than he thought to call her Hermione. She of course, responded by calling him by his given name also. A month of him being polite had caused them to be somewhat close friends. He could tell that it would never be best friends or something of that sort because he had never apologized. He had to be careful at this stage. With an apology from the 'ferret Malfoy' could come speculations of him being up to something.
Then, of course, there was the fact that Slytherins didn't mind half as much as Gryffindors that Hermione and Draco were pleasant to one another in public. Potter and Weasley always seemed to be around Hermione when Draco was there. They really were like lions, but not because they were brave, but because they always looked out for one another.
Slytherins, on the other hand, had one leader. It was like a monarchy, and with the name Malfoy came that power. Slytherins were cunning and fearless; the only exception to that was the leader. Malfoy had them shut up with one word and glare to go with it. Not one person would tell his father of anything. The only person who wasn't as fearful was probably Blaise who knew of that bet.
"A letter from Terry." She seemed to say his name very dreamily.
"Terry Boot? You have got to be kidding be Hermione. You can do better than him!" Draco said but seemed to be thinking, 'This cannot be happening. I am so close, and Blaise seems to be making some progress too!!!'
"Like who? That bloke from Slytherin who keeps asking me out. What is his name. Blaise Zabini?" She seemed to be very mad at Draco for belittling Terry. 'Well, it seems as though Blaise hasn't made as much progress as I have.'
"He's very slick Hermione. He'll hurt you; I can promise that." Draco muttered as she sent him a glare.
"I happen to like him, and besides, he's smart. Third in our year with marks you know. I'm first tied with someone."
"Me." He mumbled with a frown on his lips.
"Come on Malfoy. Who are you kidding? I remember in fifth year how you barely passed!" She said angrily.
"Accio O.W.Ls!" He screamed now thoroughly angry with her. Within seconds they came flying into his hands. He marched to her and pushed it into her face, "How the hell do you think I got into all N.E.W.T classes?!?"
She looked down at them and looked up at Draco, "I'm sorry, Draco. I just need you to understand that I like Terry."
He sighed as a pang of an unknown emotion hit him, "I do understand." Jealousy.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. I'm not posting until I get at last five reviews because I know that some people don't like to read stories until they have 10000 words myself included. When I hit 10000 words I'm going to request more reviews because I like to feel appreciated. My 50th reviewer gets to put any object of their desire in my story and I'll use it well.