The Game of Love

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"Fine, pissing off Filch it is, what do you want to do? Fill the halls with Dungbombs?"

"No, I have a better idea."

Chapter 8

Hermione checked her watch. "But it'll have to wait until after dinner, if you really want to do it, I've got to get ready for my next class. You maybe comfortable skipping class but I am not."

"OK then. See you in front of the library. Are Weasley and Potter going to ask you why you weren't in class?"

"Most likely, but remember, I'm Hermione Granger and according to many, I am a know-it-all, so I think I'll know how to get out of this one."

Malfoy smirked at her, "Whatever Granger. Just one thing..."

"Yes?" she said, waiting for him to continue on.

He took a few steps towards her and she felt her heart beat just that tiny bit quicker. He reached out to the collar of her shirt and lifted it.

"What are you doing?" she said, temper slightly rising.

He peered at her collarbone then said, "Just checking your hickey. It's starting to fade away. Too bad. Oh well, I'll just have to make a new one later."

Her eyes widened and she smacked his hand away. She glared at him as he laughed at her.

"Kidding, kidding."

With a finally glare, she turned around and walked away.

Draco wagged most of the day, only coming into class for double potions. He didn't care if he got into trouble for skipping class. He was already smart, what did he need school for?

He entered into class and put on a face that said I don't want to be here and sat down at the back of the class. It looked like he was the last to arrive. His eyes surveyed the class and paused on Granger. Oh how the sight of her annoyed him but he couldn't help but look at her for a moment. He sighed. At least Snape hadn't arrived yet.

At that moment Snape swept into the classroom full of students, ready for him to torture. His cold eyes looked around the class room before starting the class.

Draco sighed yet again and rested his chin on his cupped hands.

He kept his eyes on Snape but not hearing a word that was coming from his mouth; only seeing them move. He watched Snape wave his wand at the board and the instructions for the potion appeared. Snape then waved his wand at the cupboard and the only word that he heard was, "Start."

As he watched people getting the ingredients, he heard someone sit down next to him. He turned his head towards them. "You."

Blaise grinned at him and said, "You sound so happy to see me!"

Draco waved him away and said, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm your damn partner," Blaise said.

"Oh, right...Well get a move on, the potion won't make itself you know."

Blaise eyes narrowed. "Yes, that's right. The potion won't make itself so you have to help me do it."

Draco looked at him and finally said, "All right, all right, I'll help."

With that, Blaise had his happy face back on.

"Okay, where do we start?" Blaise asked Draco, but too late, Draco was already zoning out. He crossed arms on the desk and rested his chin on top of his arms. His eye sight started to blur and he no longer heard the things around him. He had practised a few years on zoning out. It was the only way to have some peace and quiet when there was no where to go to.

After what felt like a few minutes he woke up from his zoning out period from someone slapping his forehead.

"Ow," he said after realizing this.

"Thank you, you've com back to Earth," said Blaise in an annoyed tone, "It's almost the end of class. I couldn't get you to listen to me at all. I hate it when you do that. I had to do the whole potion all by myself!"

"Oh," was all he said. He returned his attention to the spot he'd been staring at the whole class and found he was staring at Granger again.

Blaise noticed his stare and followed what he was looking at.

He turned back to Draco with an amused but annoyed face.

"Are you falling for her?"

That statement got Draco back into his senses.

"Absolutely not!"

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yes! It's just a game remember?"

"Sure it is. Now tell me, why are you staring at her."

"Err... I was...err... doing my zoning out thing again..."

"Right, Draco, you know th-"

Thankfully, Draco was saved when Snape dismissed them. He grabbed his bag and bolted out the door. He ran all the way to the Slytherin Common Room and dumped his bag in his room.

Soon it was dinner time. He walked down alone and sat down on the Slytherin table facing the other tables. He started to tuck in when he saw Hermione enter.

He looked at her and finally caught her eye. He saw her nod slightly at him, as if to say, 'I've got everything ready.' He nodded to show he understood and she turned away from him ad started to eat.

He too, started eating. He ate until he was satisfied and looked up. Granger was no-longer there. He looked around the hall and there was no sign of her.

'She's probably at the library waiting,' he thought. He got up and left the Great Hall and went to the library. Sure enough, she was already there, tapping her foot.

"For a minute there I thought you were going to wimp out," she said with a smirk.

"One, that is my smirk and two, Malfoys never wimp out of anything."

"Oh really," she said.

"Yes, really."

"Okay then. Let me tell you my idea."

"Okay, remember those whips Umbridge let Filch have?"

"Yeah," he said.

"Well, I've seen his office and he's still got them. I was planning to do something about that. And that stupid cat of his, I want to get her too. She almost got me into trouble. So, how does that sound?"

"Great, but can we do something that involves Dungbombs? I've got this whole bag that I haven't used and it's really starting to get annoying."

"Sure, whatever, I think it might fit along the way."

They hid around the corner from Filch's office and checked if the coast was clear.

"I don't think anyone is around, let's go," said Malfoy.

"Okay," she said and the walked to Filch's office door. Malfoy peeked inside and said, "I don't see anyone. Let's go."

They opened the door and walked to the cabinets on the other side of the room.

"Aren't you scared he's got some sort of protective Charm on it?" asked Malfoy.

"No, I don't think so. Filch is a squib and he couldn't ask one of the teachers to do it, or they would've said something to Dumbledore about the whips."

"Okay, good point," said Malfoy. He kept an eye on the door.

Hermione opened the glass cabinets and there it was, Filch's most treasured possession, his whips.

Hermione took it out of the cabinet and put it in a bag. She threw in one or two of Malfoy's Dungbombs and closed the door before it overwhelmed her.

She locked the cabinets with a simple Locking Charm and got up.

"Let's go," she said and they hurried around the room.

When they reached the corner, there was Mrs Norris. Hermione gasped. Mrs Norris looked ready to let out aloud meow but as planned, Malfoy put a Silencing Charm on her. Then, he put her in a full Body Bind so she couldn't get away.

Malfoy grabbed Mrs Norris and Hermione opened the bag that was to put Mrs Norris in.

They tied the bag up when they heard Filch shout out, "Mrs Norris, where are you? Come, I've found Peevees damaging some things up on the fourth floor. Come here, we can finally get the wretched Peevees out of this school."

Hermione looked at Malfoy.

"Run, he's coming!" she said in an urgent whisper.

A/N: Me again. How'd you like that chapter... sorry if it's lame... it was from the top of my head, and some of the things I do from the top of my head aren't so good. I need reviews to keep me going, you keep the reviews coming and I'll keep the chapters coming... hopefully!! I'm doing the next chapter soon, but I don't know when I'll be able to get it in... Oh well...

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