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3. Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire - 1

"I think we lost him" Malfoy panted leaning against a tree.

"Where are you, ya filthy scumbags?! I'm gonna rip you raw for this!"

We exchanged a horrified look and stumbled deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally, after going around in circles for sometime, we lost Filch. And ourselves.

"It's all your fault, Mudblood." Malfoy muttered, pulling a twig out of his untidy hair.

"My fault?! You were the one with the dungbombs!"

"Well, if you didn't scare me like that, I'd have probably found a more suitable place to hide."

"Well then, why didn't you? Who asked you to follow me?"

"I – I wasn't following you!! You were just heading the way I was going!"

"Whatever, Malfoy. Does any of this look familiar to you?"

"Of course they look familiar to me, Granger, I come here everyday, don't I?!"

"Oh, shut up."

"No, you shut up!"

"No, you!"

"I said it first!"

"No, you didn't, Malfoy."

"What does it matter anyway?!"

"Shhhh. I think we should stop shouting. Something might here us."

"OUCH!!"

"Keep it down, will you?!' I hissed angrily.

Malfoy seemed to have tripped over a large root and had landed face first on the ground.

"Oww." He moaned rubbing his bloody nose. "What are you doing?!!"

I had my wand pointed at Malfoy's nose. At other circumstances, I'd have probably blown it off but instead, I fixed it the best I could with my wand. I was no madam Pomfrey but after spending a whole Christmas, with cat fur all over me, in the hospital wing, I learned quite a few useful spells.

"That's much better, Granger." He scowled sarcastically. His nose wasn't bleeding anymore but it was growing longer and pointier by the minute. Sort of like Pinocchio.

Ok! So I didn't learn much, big deal! But I did stop the bleeding, didn't I?!

"Put my nose back to normal, Granger!"

"I don't see the difference, Malfoy." I said icily remembering the time he enlarged my teeth in fourth year.

"What?!! Its- it's all long and pointy!"

"It has always been like that. Or maybe you've never looked into the mirror."

"It was ne – "

He was cut off by a long, shuddering howl – which was followed by quite a dozen other howls!! And they were getting closer!!

"Quick, climb up a tree!" he yelled.

I hurriedly scurried up the nearest tree and got up as high as I could.

"Granger! Where are you?!" Malfoy yelled all panicky, running around looking for low branched trees.

"Up here, you idiot!! Climb up here!!"

Malfoy looked at me relieved and climbed up quickly. He sat down on the branch next to mine. His nose, which had become longer than before, was poking my shoulder.

"Hey! Watch where you're ...nosing." I said lamely. "You could put an eye out with that nose of yours."

He didn't seem to here. He panted for sometime and then regained his composure. We looked down the tree. By now, it was surrounded by a pack of savage looking wargs.

Malfoy shuddered and looking at me, muttered something.

"What?"

"Thanks" he mumbled.

I looked at him in total disbelief. Malfoy actually thanked me?!

"Stop looking at me like that, Granger." He said. "What? You thought I was incapable of the word 'thanks'?"

I was dumbstruck. "Yeah... Did one of the wargs bite you, Malfoy?" He probably got bitten by a rabid warg and is now delirious... well, what other explanation is there??!!

"Oh, shut up, Mudblood."

"Stop calling me that!! My names Hemione! Her-my-own-knee."

"Hermione, Mudblood, what's the difference?"

"Fine, call me whatever you want, you snobby brat!"

"Bushy haired freak!! "

"Weenie!!"

"I am so not a weenie! Dumb girl!!"

"Girl? That's supposed to be an insult?!"

"Well... well -er- girls are weird!!"

"What about stupid, arrogant, bratty boys?!! - With exception to Harry and the Weasleys." I added hurriedly.

"Well, girls are noisy, screechy, pathetic - well, at least Pansy is!!!" he said defensively seeing my furious glare.

"How can you think that all girls would be like Parkinson?! She is a complete slut! ...wait, I thought you liked Parkinson."

"Are you kidding, Mud- er- Granger?"

"Then why did you go to the Ball with her last year?"

I smiled to myself. Keep talking, Malfoy. Soon I'll get some valuable information to blackmail you with... heeheehee...

"Well, my parents are friends with the damn Parkinsons and I – Hey! Why am I even telling you all this?!"

I put on an innocently puzzled face.

"Don't act innocent with me, Granger. How do I know that you won't blackmail me with this stuff?!"

Oh, drat!!

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