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Chapter Three: Draco, you ARE NOT your father
Hermione stomped off to her dormatory with that final bit. leaving Malfoy standing there, pretending not to be stunned. He snapped out of his confusion and decided to not let her get the last word in. He knew that would be a hard task because Granger LOVED yammering on and on.
"Hermione come back!" He barked.
"Me obey YOU! HA! And why may I ask would I do such a thing."
"Because I told you to!"
"Draco, you ARE NOT your father. It's killing you, not being able to call me a mudblood, isn't it?" He eyed her throat coldly.
"Draco, stop looking at me like that. Anyway I have to get to class, I don't have time for you, I'd advise you do the same." He stomped off in the other direction, to Herbology.
'She'd done it again! She had made a better arguement and had won!' It made him infuriated to know that, she, had gotten the the last word in, like any other time they fought.
Hermione continued to her Ancient Runes class, she couldn't help but smile at the sound of Draco stomping off and muttering curse words.
After their classes they had a prefect meeting, in their common room.
"This is not going to be like what happened on the train is it? Because I need to study. . . so just tell me now so I know wether to stay or not." Hermione made sure everybody understood that they needed to work and get along before the meeting."Now what are we going to discuss first, the dances, a work schedule, or what?"
"The work schedule seems most important, but I do want to work on the dances! What do you guys want?" Cho said all dreamy like.
"One vote for the dances." Hermione tallied the vote on a peice of parchment.
"Make that two."
"No, Make it three!" Draco and Justin demanded.
"You are out numbered Granger we are working on the dances" Draco joked.
"I didn't even vote. . . it's unanimous! We are working on the dances first, how long is this meeting going to be anyway?" Hermione said kind of unconfortably.
"Beats me,"Cho said, "lets talk about the first dance. When is it going to be, what is the theme, and so on. . ." The meeting went on for some hours, as they talked about the dance, they decided that for the first dance the prefects should all go together, what crazy ideas they had.
"I'm Exausted, I'm going to bed." Hermione started up the stairs to their dorms.
"Hey Hermione, hope you don't mind me getting first dibs on the guys!"
"No, go right on ahead Cho." And with that she disappeared from veiw.
The next morning, to no one's surprise, Cho had decided to go with Justin. This sort of bothered Hermione, she hated Draco, but then again it worked for their plan better if she went with him.
Hermione mindlessly walked down the steps and plopped herself onto one of the squishy Prefect couches. That week passed slowly just like she wanted, but it was also one of the worst weeks in her life, she did not want to see Ron at all but guess who she had in most of her classes. It was finally Saturday, she had nothing to do, yes, but it was better than having to be with Ron or Draco. . . oh no!!! She had to start going out with Draco on Monday, next week was going to be really bad too.
Draco came into the common room to talk to Hermione about the next week, he was stunned, she looked gorgeous in her soccer shorts and somewhat form fitting t-shirt.
"Get out of the Gryffindor tower. . . oh wait we're not in the Gryffindor tower are we?" She looked at him groggily and slumped her head on to her knees. "What do you want Draco?"
"I just wanted to talk about Monday, what am I supossed to call you? And we really need to tell the other prefects what is going on when we don't talk to each other up here. . . don't you think?"
"Yes to the second question and. . . you're my boyfriend now so you figure out my nickname! on your own." Hermione stated dryly.
"Yes my love, is mudblood a good enough nickname for you?" Draco said sarcastically. "O.K. I am sorry can I call you Mione? Or how about Sweety, maybe Dear?" This time his voice was sincere.
"You're lucky I am to lazy to get up or we would have to take you to the hospital wing for that first remark," Hermione said sourly. "and as I said before you can choose what ever nickname you want, except the first one you 'joked' about. I don't really much like the last two you said either but I will respond to them if I must, Mione is fine."
"Girls are so strange they insist you do what you want and then boss you around anyway."
"My love life sucks dirt. My boyfriend practically cheats on me and now I have to deal with you as a boyfriend. Life is down right cruel, for crying out loud it made you."
"You put me in when describing your 'love' life? Mione that's just wrong, and disturbing." A completely pointless grin came across her face.
"Maybe you aren't so bad, cracking jokes like that where noone really gets hurt, although it was not that funny. . . " Hermione laughed.
"Then why are you laughing Granger, you confirming my question?"
"It's called sleep depravation, you ever heard of it. . . sexy?" Hermione nearly choked on the last word but somehow got through it. As she had hoped Draco's eyes widened and he got a look of sheer panic on his face. "What, you don't mind me calling you that as we are 'going out' do you?" Hermione had this smirk that would have made Draco proud if he had not been so shocked.