CHAPTER TWO: The Bluest Blue

Harry and Ron and I walked to Hagrids cabin after our classes were over, and on the way there, we spoke of Snape's project. "And I thought *I* had it bad, being paired with Millicent," said Ron, smiling at me sympathetically. "But You got *Malfoy,*" he and Harry laughed. "Well . . . what did he say. Give me one reason to hex him, and I will!" Ron vowed, showing me his wand to prove it.

"Honestly, Ron, he didn't say anything that would offend me more than Mudblood. Which he did call me. Once."

Ron angrily looked towards the castle, where Draco was walking around with Crabbe and Goyle, all laughing cruelly at something. Or someone. "I do not think he understands what trouble he's going to be in if he calls you something like that another time." Ron looked at Harry, who was also glaring at the platinum haired boy, who wasn't so far away from us, but walking in the opposite direction.

"He is right, Hermione. Next time he says it, just tell us, and we'll give him something he'll never forget."

"Now really, you two!" I cried, rising to Draco's offence, for no reason at all. They stared at me, bewildered. "Draco and I have come to an agreement. We will meet in the Library tonight, and work *together* to pass this project."

"Since when does Malfoy agree?" Ron asked, shortly before Harry said, "And since when do you call him Draco?"

They looked at me, and I flushed, holding my books tightly to my chest. "Oh, come on, you two . . ."
"You were also looking at him strangely this morning, 'Mione," Ron added, to make me go even brighter.

"And, come to think of it, you've looked at him all week . . . Maybe even longer . . ." Harry added. "Okay. I *demand* to know what is going on!"

"Oh, Harry, *nothing* is going on! I am just watching him to see what makes him tick - is all! I want to get back at him as much as the two of you do - but I can't unless I know what to do to *make* him hurt!" and I surprised myself with the way I said that, as if that were my plan all along, and *not* that I was in love with him.

They seemed to consider my reason, and when they found it believable, they continued their argument they had had the morning over breakfast. I cast a quick glance over my shoulder, to look at Draco once more, and saw him looking back at me, his face blank, before he angrily stomped away, Crabbe and Goyle following him.

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Lavender and Parvati giggled on their beds as I showed them my choice of clothing for that night. "Well, Hermione, it looks *great* if you want to appear as a grandmother!" Parvati exclaimed, before hopping off of her bed, and opening her trunk. "Tell me, please, what is the occasion - because I *know* it can't be that you want to look old!"

I sighed. "Fine . . . But you can't tell *anyone* or I will tell them about your fake nose!" She covered it with her hand, and narrowed her eyes at me, in a playful way, as I told Lavender I'd tell them about Mr. Snuggly Pooh that she slept with.

They both laughed. "Okay, Hermione, we won't tell a soul." Lavender said, her eyes twinkling.

"Okay . . . I am going to meet a guy that I rather like," they knew about me and Draco's meeting, so I had to think quickly. "after me and Draco are done with our project. I want to look *nice* but not like I dressed up especially to see them, you know?"

Parvati smiled, "I have got the perfect thing for you, darling." she pulled out her robe of red, which she explained brought out the colour in my eyes, and put my hair into a strange hair do, that I wouldn't normally wear, but would often afterwards. Lavender applied light make up to my face: brown eyeliner, and a blackish eye shadow.

They examined me when I was finished, and Parvati exclaimed it looked to obvious, and changed my robe to a gorgeous dark blue, and put my hair down. Then, Lavender took off my black eye shadow, and put on black eyeliner instead. "There," they exclaimed at the same time. "Casual," said Lavender, wrapping a scarf around herself, "But in a sexy way . . . You will get lots of stares at dinner tonight, and *hopefully* you'll get *his* too."

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As soon as I entered the Great Hall, many people turned to look, and some kept their gazes on my longer than others did, but I felt like a lunatic, dressing that way just to eat and then go to the library. I looked over at the Slytherin table and, to my dismay, saw that Draco wasn't even looking my way, but rather at the girl beside him that he had his arm across. I recognized her as Revine Langstern, a fifth year who was more of a snob than anyone I knew.

I took my normal seat, between Harry and Ron, and grabbed some light food. Something I wouldn't look like a complete fool if I tried to eat it, although I was starving for some chicken. Ron and Harry stared at me, their eyes bulging, as I ate some bread and drank Pumpkin Juice.

Harry flushed as he spoke, and Ron had to nudge him. "What the heck are you all . . . dressed up . . . for?" he looked over at the Slytherin table, at a smug Draco, who still hadn't looked at me, once. "Surely it's not for-" and out of panic, I grabbed Harry's hand and batted my lashes.

"So . . . *do* you think I look nice, then?" I purred, but thought, This is absolutely ridiculous. This should be *Ron*, then they would understand me being all over them! But *Harry?!*

Ron looked so jealous that I realised Harry's hand, whilst Harry just stared. And, I may lose my friends in the process of gaining Malfoy . . . Is it really worth it?

Draco finally looked my way, and his eyes flashed millions of emotions, his smirk reducing to nothing, nothing . . . . nothing. The same blank stare I had received earlier, as we went to Hagird's house. Then, he gave me his evil smirk, and kissed Revine full on the lips! My heart beat a painful thud, and I returned my gazes back to angry Ron, and confused Harry. If Malfoy looked back at me again that night, I wouldn't know.

"Um . . . right . . ." I said, leaning over to kiss Ron's cheek, praying that Draco had seen it, and then wondering that if he *had*, why would he even *care*? Ron's anger vanished, and, though Harry was still confused, we acted as if tonight wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "Harry, I'll need to talk to you later. After me and Malfoy meet . . . outside of the library." For Parvati and Lavender were expecting me to meet a guy there, and if I didn't meet up with some one, then they'd know who I was *really* looking for.

He nodded, and began to eat his food, while I just sat there, nibbling on bread, but praying that I could eat more, as my stomach growled loudly enough for Harry, Ron, and Neville to hear. "You aren't hungry, Hermione?" Harry questioned, his eyes full of concern for me. Oh, Harry, if only it was *you* that I loved . . .

"No, no. I'm on a diet. I bought this beautiful gown - but I can't fit into it yet."

"Since when do you care what you are wearing?" Ron demanded. If only he didn't know me so well . . .

"Since I realized I was sixteen and without sexuality!" I said, the first thing that crossed my mind. Harry and Ron looked at each other again, and I sensed Draco leaving the room.

"Without . . . Hermione . . . what are you *talking* about?" They both demanded me to answer, now, and I had no idea what say. For, what would make them understand, anyway?

"Oh, never mind, I'll just have to wait *another* week before I get that gown." and then, I ate as much as I wanted, for Draco wasn't there to see if I made a fool of myself or not.

And, when I was actually full, and didn't want anymore, I went back to my dorm to get the racoon, and hurried to the Library, where Malfoy was waiting, impatiently. "God, Granger, I was getting ready to leave if you kept me here any longer."

"Yes, yes, I know." I put the racoon cage on the table in front of him, and he stared, as if freaked out, "I brought Mr. Really. Yes, I named him. Anything that lives deserves a name." and Draco's expression that clearly showed nothing but fear amused me, and pained me. Perhaps I did deserve to get back at him, after all that he put *me* through - but it was never a lot, and there would be a time for it - later.

So, I put Mr. Really down on the floor beside us, and took a seat. "alright, Granger," he growled, "So you know I am afraid of racoons. Go ahead and tell your little friends and torment me with them. What do I care? But I'll get you back, so just-"

"You are very thick, are you not? I told you I won't tell them anything that is repeated between us, alright?" he didn't say anything. "*Alright* Malfoy?"
"Sure."

His eyes didn't change from the icy state they were in as he slid a book across the table and into my hands, the same he had done years before. It seemed he remembered, too, for he looked away from me and went to receive his *own* book. "Granger," he said, after sitting back down and opening his book, "You and I are not friends. Okay? I cannot stand the sight of you, and no matter what you do or say - that will never change. "

"What have I ever done to you, Malfoy?" and it was easier to call him that when he was angry. When I was frustrated.

He didn't answer, only looked down at his book, and stared at the words. It was obvious he wasn't reading, but he was trying to refrain from answering me.

"Well?" I demanded, once more.

"*THAT*," he snapped, loudly, the librarian giving him looks. He refused to look her way. "The way that you always treat me like you are my mother. And the way that your think that you are *so* smart and shove it in every bodies face!" I could tell there was more, but he wouldn't say anything else, only glared at me longer.

Those eyes of his had me engrossed. I wanted so badly to believe he wasn't such a bad guy. That I could melt the ice in his eyes. "Is that really it, or is it the fact that I'm a muggle born?"

"You're a Mudblood, is all. And that's all you'll ever be to me."

And I glared at him. "You know, Malfoy, that's the reason you don't have any friends! Because you're rude and hurtful! You're going to judge people by their backgrounds - and *that's* why Harry didn't want to be your friend!"

The librarian sshhed us once more, and gave us a warning look.

People came in in flocks by that point. The noise level began to increase and the Librarian gave everyone the evil glare and muttered, "Of course Professor Snape *had* to assign this project to half of the Hogwarts student body didn't he?" and she rushed past our table to yell at two seventh year students who were throwing books at each other.

"It seems we were the first ones here," I said, not meaning for Draco to hear.

"Wish it could *stay* that way," and as I wrote down lots of interesting facts, Draco rubbed his nose and his temples, sighing loudly ever few seconds. "Look, I can't concentrate in here, Granger. How about we take these books tonight and pass off information in the hall tomorrow."

"People would think you were passing me a note." said I, amused at his newest expression. I could now read three on him: anger, frustration, and fear. Which was better than before.

He growled, "Yes, and already people are saying I am going out with you. You're ruining my reputation."

"Then tell them the truth!"

"It doesn't matter! People believe what they want to." he thought for a moment. "We could just wait until Wednesday and pass off our information in Snape's class-"

"It would take longer than if we were to do it in person."

"Then *you* think of an idea, Granger!" he was impatient. And angry. Not a very good combination for someone hanging out with him.

The librarian told us to be quiet once more.

"We could . . . find some place more quiet . . ." said I, trying not to sound excited. He didn't look up from the book he was reading. "You remember that place you found Harry leaving last year? Well, we used it for D.A meetings. It turns out, if you think what you're looking for, and pace that wall three times - it'll appear." still, he said nothing. "Okay, Malfoy, I was only trying to help! But -"

"I *don't* want to go to a room where it's only you and me *alone*. Did I not just explain to you what people are saying about us? And, if they fucking found out we were in a bloody room together - *alone* then-"

"It was *just* a suggestion," and I tried not to show how crestfallen I was.

He glanced around the room, where all kinds of people had gathered, each one of them whispering heatedly to each other - but trying not to get loud for the fear they'd be kicked out. However, their attempts at being quiet, only made the lot of them *seem* loud. It was driving the librarian mad. "Fine." he snapped. "Fine. We'll go. But you will leave before me, and then I'll go as well. No funny business."

"Hm, that's strange. I was under the impression that you never laughed."

"Do you *want* to see me smile?"

"Sure. Just to prove you can do it."

He sighed, annoyed, obviously, and then moved the seventeen muscles on hi s face to a quick smile, and let it disappear. He appeared to be in great pain, and relaxed his muscles, rubbing them. "Wow," I said, actually amazed. "I didn't think you knew how."

"Of course I know how, you prat! I just don't do it often! I'll bet you couldn't go *one* day without being the smartest girl in school."

"And *I'll* bet you couldn't go one day without putting that glue stuff in your hair."

"Not funny." he said, though he looked slightly amused. "We're going to have to do this the hard way. It's not like we don't have two weeks, any way, right? Take the book you have with you, and give me your notes on Wednesday, and if I can find any - I'll give them to you." and an agreement was made.

It was only when we were about to leave the library (the librarian looked thankful) that he brought up my dress. I had forgotten I was wearing it, too. "Why the hell are you so dressed up, Granger?"

"Oh . . ." and I looked towards Harry, who was waiting for me at the front door.

"You and Potter?" his eyebrow raised. "Now that's different. I thought you were in love with the Weasel. But, you and scar-head will make such an *interesting* pair. And, I, will be the one who does most of the laughing."

I grinned. "As if you and Revine are any better." he paled considerably.

"I hate that bitch."

Journal Entry

Today did NOT go as I had wanted it to. Harry was still in his moods when I went up to him, and we got into an argument right away. Draco, who loves to watch fights, especially is Harry is in them, turned around to watch.

Poor librarian. She nearly burst into tears, yelled at us, and then kicked us out.

Harry and Draco then went at it in the hallway, and it ended up with them both unconscious, and laying sprawled out on the floor, their wands beside them. I didn't know what to do - nobody was in the hallway -and damn me for eternity! I found my opportunity and seized it. Draco was asleep, so he wouldn't feel it - right?

And I kissed him. It wasn't even long - just a quick peck, which left my heart pounding - and he woke up, with me standing over him, inches from his face. "What the hell are you doing, Granger?!" although it was in a very hoarse voice. I tried to figure out what Harry had hit him with, but couldn't tell. And *that* was when Draco's chest began to swell, and soon he had breasts.

Oh, I couldn't contain the laughter that rose up my throat! It seemed they both ended up with chests and . . . *other* female parts. Somehow, when they yelled at the same time for their hexes, they got intertwine and caused a "sex change" spell. Draco was screaming and nearly in tears. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DICK?!!" he cried, grabbing himself where it should have been.

And Harry, who was breathing hard and *also* on the verge of losing it, replied, "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MINE?!" and I took two very sad boys to the infirmary, to a bewildered Madame Pomfrey, who insisted they stay until Wednesday afternoon. Draco lost it then, and burst into emotional tears.

Madame explained to me, as a man, Draco would never cry - but as a woman, all his emotions he would normally have kept bottled up, exploded out. It was terrible. Harry and he were crying and yelling everything they ever held back about each other. Harry hates Draco. Draco hates Harry. You're kind of cute and I hate you for it. You have a sexy smile and I want it as mine! Once I wished you were gay! I longed to kiss you . . . and on, and on it went.

Then, Draco turned to *me*. "You!" he spat. "Sometimes I hate you with a passion! Sometimes you mean absolutely nothing to me! I hate you - you Mudblood! . . . But not always . . . Tonight, I thought you looked beautiful in that dress . . . And I wanted to touch you - but your attitude *completely* ruined it! I hate you!" and then Madame Pomfrey insisted I should leave.

So, here I am. Writing about DAY ONE of seducing Malfoy. He won't remember his outbursts on Wednesday, and so I plan to change m attitude to something that suits him.

Oh, and also, Parvati and Lavender think it went very bad with Harry. They are now giving him the cold shoulder.

A/N: Well, thank you to my three reviewers I love you! No flames yet. Yay! But, I'm get them soon. *sniffle* I always do . . . I tried to make this one a tad longer since I won't be on in a LONG time starting tomorrow. Thank you again!!