Thanks for reading and thank's to those who have reviewed! I would threaten to not write more unless I got tons of reviews, but then no one would review, and you'd all get what you wanted! So... er- just please review, and even if you don't review I am still going to put the next chapter up... review review review! sorry this chapter is so short! Next one is the Quidditch game though.

(that was my attempt at not-so-subliminal messaging)

Disclaimer: ::humming to jingle bells::

They're not mine, they're not mine... lalalalala...

Chapter 7- Unwanted Gratitude

Hermione was walking to Transfigurations when she passed Malfoy in the hallway.

"Malfoy!" she called. He turned around and had a disgusted look on his face when he saw who was calling him.

"Look Granger, I really don't like to be seen with your sort. Actually I just don't like your sort, and by your sort, I mean mudbloods. So take the hint and don't talk to me."

"Fine," she said and pulled him into a nearby broom closet.

"Granger, I don't want you talking to me, let alone touching me. So get your dirty hands off my arm." He barked at her, yet with a cool, calm confidence.

"Your being awfully civil compared to your usual self." she observed.

"Well me being in the owlery while Lance was trying to hex you, then you passing out did leave me as a suspicious character… so Professor Snape advised me to keep my cool for a while. Not stir up trouble, but mark my words you lay a finger on my arm ever again, and I will see that you have no finger to touch me with." Hermione winced and held her hands up innocently showing she wasn't going to touch him.

"I just wanted to thank you for saving me." she said gratefully.

"Well, I don't want your thanks."

"Then why'd you save me?"

"I did it for my own protection. Would of looked worse for me if he cursed you. Everyone'd think I did it. After all, we hate each other and you and Lance have been spotted snogging. Makes me out to be the bad guy." Draco explained coolly smoothing his robes. Hermione snorted. It wasn't very hard to make Draco the "bad guy."

"Well I still wanted to thank you."

"Well I don't want your gratitude."

"Well that doesn't mean I still can't give it, does it?" She shot back cocking her head to the side.

"Well-"

"stop saying 'well!'" he shouted at her.

"Fine. Thanks!" she spat sounding more angry than thankful.

"Your not welcome, slut!"

"what?"

"Saw you snogging with Lance." he said raising an eyebrow.

"You were spying on me?"

"I was going to write a letter, you were blocking the entrance."

"So kissing a boy makes me a slut."

"Thought you liked Weaselbe."

"I do…" she said unsure that she still did though, "But that wasn't what that was about. I wasn't kissing Lance-"

"Looked like it to me."

"That still doesn't make me a slut."

"And I still don't have to accept your thanks."

"Well, maybe I'm not thanking you anymore."

"Good. Filthy little know-it-all." he spat at her with hate. 'That went well.' she thought to herself as he left the dark dingy broom closet. She waited a minute then left as well. Continuing on to her class hoping she wasn't late.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry called and she sat down with them. You know the Quidditch game is tonight between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Ron is insisting the entire team go together to study other teams techniques." he said rolling his eyes.

Instantly Ron chimed in, "Hey, were going to have to face these teams, and I'm going to make sure my team is ready, that way we can blow Slytherin out of the water. Plus, our first match is against Ravenclaw."

"Anyway… you want to join us?" Harry asked.

"Sure!" she said looking forward to hanging out with Harry and Ron again. They sat through Transfigurations which was rather funny to Hermione because she'd managed to change her rat into a goblet in the first 5 minutes of class. Ron's however, still had had a tail, and Harry's would squeak if you went to pick it up.