Chapter 3: Blondes Are Sexy

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Draco trudged up to the common room. He reached the portrait of the first Head Boy and Girl.

"Blondes are sexy." He smiled tiredly. The password had been his idea, obviously. The portrait swung open to reveal Hermione sitting at his computer. "Hermione! What are you doing on my computer?" he asked. The girl in question hurriedly stood up and walked over to him.

"Draco, darling, I've missed you," she said giving him a kiss. "But I must go. Good-bye!"

Draco watched her retreating form from the common room door portrait hole and noticed that she was wearing a diamond bracelet that he had never seen before. Where did she get that? Draco shrugged. Oh well.

He sat down at his computer and clicked to see if he had mail. He did. It was from Artemis. Next weekend? Isn't that a Hogsmeade weekend? I'm sure I could get out of Hogsmeade and if not I could always get Lucius to excuse me. That's only if worst comes to worst, though.

Draco sat back in his chair. What if this was just a set-up by Potter and Weasel? What if Artemis was really his father or someone he knew? Draco shook his head and scowled. Better sorry than safe, I always say. He typed up his reply.

Artemis,

That weekend would be great. I'm sure that I can meet you. Where would you like to meet? I propose somewhere in London. You choose the place. What time would you like to meet? In the afternoon sometime would work best for me. I look forward to meeting you.

D. Malfoy

Draco sent the message and smiled. It was perfect. Artemis was going to be easy to get money from. He could just imagine it now, all that money rolling into his bank account. His large, large bank account, his Malfoy bank account. He didn't know how he was going to do it just yet, but he was sure to come up with a plan sooner or later… preferably sooner.

Draco got up and walked over to the couch. Who was his 'date' for tonight? Wasn't it Pansy? Maybe it was that one Patil girl, the hot one in Ravenclaw. What was her name again?

He flopped down on said couch. Yeah, it was that Patil girl. And Granger, of course, but she always came later; a great end to a good day. Oh, he rued the day he had started making fun of Hermione. He loved the day he had run into a horny Granger. She had pulled him into a broom closet and kissed him violently.

Draco, though surprised, was not going to let this chance pass him by and responded in the same way. After they had gotten off, they lay at the bottom of the closet discovering they had very much in common. They vowed never to fight again and became… well, friends. It had been very weird for Draco to make love to Hermione, but he had enjoyed it immensely. They tried to get together every night; it had worked out great.

Draco sighed. What am I going to do until my 'date'? I know. I'll go find Potty and Weasel. I'm sure they could use some 'anger management'.

Draco jumped off the couch and sauntered over to the portrait hole. He opened it to come face to face with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"What are you doing here, Potty?" Draco asked. "Granger isn't here."

"We came to talk to you, actually," Harry said calmly. Draco was surprised. What could they possibly have to talk about?

"What do we have to talk about?"

"Hermione."

Draco wrinkled his forehead slightly. "What about Granger?" The Dynamic Duo knew about Hermione and Draco's relationship, so it probably wasn't about that.

Ron stepped forward. "Can we come in?" He pushed his way into the common room. Harry followed Ron in. Draco sneered at them.

"Well come right in," he said sarcastically.

The three of them sat on the couches and stared at each other for a couple of minutes.

Harry cleared his throat. "So about Hermione… Did you buy her that bracelet?"

"Hell no, Potty." So that was what this was about. "That cheap thing? If I was going to buy her something like that, it would be much more expensive-looking. It probably wasn't even real," Draco replied.

"What are you doing to her, Malfoy?" Ron shouted standing up.

"Can you restrain your lap dog, Potter?"

Harry grabbed the back of Ron's robes and pulled him back onto the couch.

"Thank you. For your information, Weasel, I'm not doing anything to her. She's doing everything to me and does she do it well."

Harry and Ron blushed crimson. They may have known, but that doesn't mean they wanted details. "Well, as long as you're not hurting her, I guess we'll leave." Harry stood up.

"But we're going to talk to Hermione about this!" Ron yelled as he and Harry were leaving. Draco shut the door in their faces.

"Good, you do that." He walked back over to the couch and lounged out completely forgetting his recent Potty encounter. I can't wait until I am rolling in Artemis's money. That will be great.

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A/N: Sorry for not updating this for like… well forever, but I really don't have the next chapter. I tried to make this one longer while still keeping most of what I had written before. I hope you like the longer version better. Luny told me (recently) that she is going to finish the 4th chappy… uh… soon… so look for that. Please review. It's the best thing in the world. Except for a nice MLT, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe. They're so perky, I love that… :D