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Chapter... erm... 7?

Isolde sat there playing with Blaises hair, it was thick and black slipping between her fingers like little snakes. They were in the Slytherin common room sitting on the couches, as the entire house watched with interest. Isolde smirked wickedly as Draco Malfoy glared at the pair, he was sore because Blaise and him got into a bit of a fight.

Blaise had a grin etched into his face. "Something the matter Malfoy?" he asked coyly.

Draco looked discusted. "Yes," he snapped.

"Really," Blaise replied lazily. "Maybe it is about time that we have a little meeting, with the rest of our group. Tonight, in Chaos, midnight," Blaise informed him. "Let the rest of the Snakes know, and don't be late," Blaise got up, and like a gentle man helped Isolde up as well. Together they left the common room.
Hermione Granger passed around her Head Girl room, thoughts of Draco Malfoy flooded her brain. That night she had the most heated dreams, making her feel all warm, and-

She shook her head at the thought, this isn't right, she couldn't possibly- oh but she did.

She couldn't take it, "Stupid teenaged raging hormones," she grumbled angerly. She had to find Drac- Malfoy, he would make her hate him again. She raced out of her room and down the halls of Hogwarts looking for him everywhere. She checked the dungeons, the lake, the Great Hall, everywhere. Finally she found him in the Library talking sternly to another Slytherin.

She watched from a distance peering eagerly over a stack of books. She watched him brush a peice of blonde hair out of his eye's, oh how she wanted to be near him. She watched the boy leave, and Draco stood there, he turned to leave as well, but stopped as if feeling her eye's upon him.

Slowly he turned towards the stack of books that almost consealed her. His expression softened slightly. "What do we have here?" he asked nobody. He moved towards her hide out until he towered over her.

"Heh heh," she chuckled nervously, pulling out a random book beside her. "Don't you just love to hear about, er-" she quickly read the title. "Popping stopper, One Hundred Ways to Keep Zits at Bay, by the Pimple People?" she asked oddly.

Draco eye'd her curiously. "You wouldn't be stalking me now would you?"

"Me?" she chuckled nervously. "N-no-o"

Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Well, I er-" Hermione looked away from his penitrating gaze. "Stupid raging hormones," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Draco asked.

"N-no-th-thin-g," Hermione gulped. "I Ha-ave to go-o," she informed him shakily.

"Why?" he asked.

"Home work," she replied hastily. She began to head to the door, picking up her pass a little bit.

"Hermione, wait!" Draco ran after her.

She cursed his Quidditch training, and attempted to loose him in the many Hogwarts halls. "Leave me alone Malfoy!" she threw over her shoulder.

"Why were you following me?" he hollered back.

"I wasn't!" she yelled.

"Then why were you hiding in the Library?" he asked jogging up beside her.

They had passed many students of all ages, and were begining to draw out a crowd.

Hermione ran out of the school, and Draco followed her. "Leave me alone!" she hissed.

"NO!" Draco grabbed her arm to stop her.

"AWE!" she tried to pull her arm out of his grip. "Stop, you're hurting me!"

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered. Loosening his grip, but not completely letting go.

Hermione felt her heart sink to her stomach, his hand felt so warm on her skin. His touch made her weak in the knee's, his warmth radiating up her arm. She looked away, she wanted nothing more then for him to kiss her, for him to hold her, for him to touch her. A blush crept up her cheecks.

Draco watched her with mild facination. He licked his lips frequently, admiring her shyness towards him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Everything welled up inside her, all her "dirty" thoughts pushed down on her conscience, making her want to close the distance between them. "THAT'S IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT!" Hermione lep into Draco, wrapping her arms around his neck, slowly she lowered her lips to his, finally kissing him as her heart longing to.

Draco stood frozen in fear, she was kissing him, he kissed her back. Was this love? He held the girl of his dreams in his arms, yet he felt a false hood.

Hermione deepened the kiss, letting herself go, all her pent up lust drifted in and out of her. She pulled away gasping for breath, blushing furiously at her own actions.

Draco still held her around his waste like a belt, and he wasn't going to let her go just yet. He caught his own breathe and attempted to say something to fill the empty silence. "This is the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends," he began to sing lamely. "Somebody started singing it, not knowing what it was, but they'll continue singing it forever just because, this is the song that never ends..."

Hermione smiled at his sudden break in silence, and joined in. "Yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, but they'll continue singing it forever just because..."

A few passers by stopped to wittness this rare- only occasion of the singing couple, soon more and more people gathered to wittness said event. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley stood in the crowd in wonder, wondering how the hell Hermione was going to react after she came out of the bloody curse Malfoy must have put on her....
Isolde Devnet wondered around the Halls aimlessly, she moped around mourning happiness like some normal teenager all because of a certain blonde slytherin. "Damn Hormones," she muttered.

"Ah yes," said a voice. "The joy's of being a teenager."

"Uncle!" Isolde seethed. "Stop stalking me this instant!" she yelled at him.

"I can't," Severus explained. "You're mother has me on a pay roll."

"My mother doesn't have the money to do that," Isolde eye'd him carefully.

"Fine," the professor said defeated. "I do it out of personal enjoyment."

Isolde continued to walk in no particular direction, secretly hoping that he would dissappear and go find some poor lowly Gryffindor to torture.

"I noticed you were with Zambini yesterday night," he commented.

Isolde cast a side glance at him, trying to determine what he was getting at. "So?"

"Why?" he asked more seriously.

"I like him," Isolde said bluntly.

"I thought I told you before he isn't-"

"I know what you said," Isolde snapped. "But you don't know everything," she told him. "He saved me."

"He destroyed you, and your mother," Snape yelled.

"NO HE DIDN'T!" Isolde countered. "My father was beating her, and sometimes me, Blaise got his father to step in and save us!" she started crying softly.

"What?" Snape said amazed. How could this have gone on without his knowing, he paused to think it over. "What did Zambini ask in return?" Snape knew the Zambini's well enought to know that they didn't do anything out of the kindness of their hearts.

"Nothing," Isolde said bitterly.

"Isolde?" Snape asked sharply.

"Nothing important," she tried again.

"Isolde Devnet! I am you're Uncle, you shouldn't keep things from me," Snape told her.

"Is there a problem here Professor?" asked a voice from behind them.

Snape turned to meet Blaise Zambini, his face was red from the yelling. "No Zambini."

Isolde walked shakily over to Blaise, eyeing her uncle warily. She stepped behind the older boy as if trying to hide herself.

Snape glared at the Blaise, his eye's mentally melting him down to find his neice.

"Shall we go mi'Lady?" Blaise asked offering his arm to Isolde.

She took it thankfully.

"I'm not finished talking to Miss Devnet quite yet," Snaped informed Blaise coldly.

Several students surrounded the trio, as Snape was never, EVER, seen scolding his own students.

"I do believe that she is finished having this conversation with you," Blaise said cooly. "Am I right?" he asked Isolde.

Isolde nodded meekly.

Blaise turned them, and began walking away, "See you at class Professor."

Snape glared after them. "What are you looking at?" he asked the students around him. "25 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" he shouted after no one moved.

"But sir, none of us are from Gry-" a Ravenclaw first year started.

Snape glared at him.

The Ravenclaw gulped and scurried away, as did the rest of them.
Author's Note: Wow... that was fun... I wonder why Blaise Zambini is sticking up for Isolde so much?? and all of a sudden... hmmm... tricky tricky tricky... Damn Snape and his stalk-i-ness... heh heh eh? Sorry I don't really know what happens untill I start writing..... that also happens with my origional stories too.... hmmmm....

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