Previously in Growing Tensions: Later that day, Hermione was in the Owelry mailing Ginny's letter and thinking about none other than Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy…Damn! Get out of my head! But what could she do about it? He was hot, wanted, muscular, perfect, and most of all he was someone she couldn't have. This made her want him even more. Finally she let the owl go out through the window with the bright green envelope in his claws. She left the Owelry and headed for lunch.

Chapter 3

The Perfect Plan Goes Awry

     The next morning at breakfast, owls flew all around the place as usual, trying to deliver the packages and letters to their recipients. Hermione and Ginny watched them closely, attempting to spot the one carrying the bright green envelope. The two girls saw it enter through the window and fly directly towards them. Ginny threw a quick glance at Harry who was calmly eating breakfast and chatting quietly with Ron. To their surprise, the owl with the green envelope swooped past their table and headed off to another student. None other than Draco Malfoy.

     Hermione and Ginny watched him open it and read it in shock. They couldn't help but see the smirk on his face as he was reading it. Ginny was fidgeting. Her hands were shaking. To be exact, her whole body was shaking. Hermione couldn't believe what had just happened.

     "Are you sure you sent it to the right person, Hermione?" she muttered in a shaky voice.

     "I am pretty…" I was there, I am sure I said Draco Malfoy when I…Oh my God, I did say that, didn't I? AAGGHHHH! What am I going to do? "…not sure. I am so sorry Gin! I couldn't stop thinking about Draco and I must have said his name. Don't worry, he'll never find out it was you who sent it. I'll take care of it."

     Well, for one, I will never tell him it was me who sent it. I wouldn't hear the end of it…what should I do? Looking over at his table again, she couldn't help but notice a huge crowd consisting of the entire Slytherin table including some surrounding students laughing as Draco proudly read the letter out loud to them. Wow! How constipated could you get? Hermione thought as she shook her head in disapproval at him.

     "Look, we can send Harry another letter," suggested Hermione to her sullen friend.

     "No, I don't think so. That was what I truly wanted him to know. It was a stupid thing to do," she muttered and tears started forming in her eyes.

     "Oh, Gin, I am so sorry!!! This is all my fault! How will you ever forgive me?" Suddenly a thought popped into her head. You freak, why don't you just set them up! How stupid could you get?

     "It's alright, don't worry about it. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have sent it anyways," she spoke as she got up from the table and left with her head low, not even bothering to see if Harry was looking.

     Hermione felt so sad about what she had done. She turned around towards Harry and Ron who were making her loose her appetite.

     "So, guys, what's new?"

     "Ummm, nothing," they answered in unison.

     "What would you think of about going to Hogsmeade with Ginny this weekend? I know the she usually goes with her other friends, but I wanted her to join us for a while. It'll be fun."

     "Sure, why not?" said Harry.

     Hermione said her good-byes and left the table. And we're off to Potions…

     Before she knew it, it was time for another tutoring session. Yeah, I'll try not to look too enthusiastic, she thought with sarcasm as she walked into the classroom. Awesome, he's going to be late again. How predictable. She took her usual seat at the table and began counting down the minutes he had left before he drove her insane.

     After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open very hard and hit the wall behind it. In came a tall, handsome Slytherin with an evil grin on his face. He strolled in as if he owned the place, and was 7 minutes and 54 seconds late, to be exact. Hermione had never been patient, and he was driving her to her limit.

     "Ahhh, Mr. Malfoy…I am glad you decided to take some time out of your busy schedule and join me," Hermione said sarcastically.

     "I guess I had to, but it was totally against my will!" he started defending himself so he wouldn't sound like he actually wanted to spend an hour with a Gryffindor.

     "You know, your big head doesn't exactly help there," she snapped at him.

     "Oh, honey, at least my Big Head has some brains in it."

     "Well, in that case I take that you would be the one tutoring me, Mr. Know-It-All. Let's see then. Is there anything you will ever be better at than I am?"

     "Why don't we try everything? This isn't exactly a challenge here," he said fuming.

     "It obviously isn't a challenge when we all know you can't even compete with me. I'll beat you so hard that you'll cry your 'pretty' face out and it will be stuck like that permanently."

     "At least I don't have to stuff my bra with socks!" yelled Draco, getting so angry that he was starting to turn red.

     "Aww, Malfoy, I wasn't aware that you wore bras, might I suggest a bigger one, cause your boobs are popping out. It's making the guys drool. It really grosses me out."

     "You are just mad cause I can get anyone I want whether it be a girl or a guy, when you can't even get Pothead to look at you."

     "First of all, that Pothead is my friend, and I would never sacrifice out friendship so that we could date. Second of all, I can get anyone I want and third of all, ewww. You and girls is gross enough, did you really have to say you and other guys? Or maybe you are turning gay…But somehow I don't think your daddy wouldn't appreciate that very much."

     "Yeah, Granger, you wish I was turning gay. That way you would loose a lot of competition for getting the girls around here. If you haven't noticed," he took the little green envelope out of his pocket and waived it around, "girls can't stop drooling over me."

     Oh, how much she wanted to snatch that away and kick him in the dick, if it was even big enough to get hurt. How could he be so self-centered and stupid? He was such a lame excuse of a person. She wanted to make him cry, make him drop down to his knees and apologize to her for every little thing he had ever said to her. Telling him that the letter wasn't meant for him would only let him know that she knew who sent it and then we would never see the end of it. She decided to take care of it the only way she knew how…

     "You make me sick!" she said as she stormed out.

     "So, I'll see you tomorrow, then? Pleasant dreams, Granger," he yelled after her as she slammed the door.

     "She loves me," he said aloud to himself.

     What the fuck is his fucking problem. Does he have any idea who he is messing with? What? I can't get any guy I want, is that right. Why don't I just prove him wrong, huh? He is such a conceited, constipated little pig with blonde hair! UUUUGGGHHHH!

     Hermione had never been as mad as that selfish, ignorant donkey had made her today. She took a few deep breaths…"retarded monkey"…she muttered. I know what will help! I'll go for a jog outside. That always clears my mind.

     She ran upstairs and got dressed. As she ran through the fields of Hogwarts, all she could think about was insults "shithead". Then she ran some more and saw a little bird "Dick breath". She thought of how much pain she wanted to cause him "stinky ass".

     When she had ran so much and so hard that she couldn't even come up with a decent insult anymore, she took a quick shower and got into bed where she hoped and prayer that the pink-loving-guinea-pig would drop dead before dawn so she would never have to see his ugly face again.

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