Okay... I TRIED!!!! I'm sorry. Really. I tried. But I just couldn't make the chapters longer. Sorry. That's why it's been taking s long. But it just doesn't work for me. But thanks for your reviews. Maybe next time I'll include two chapters in one? Would you like that?

Grammar. (shudder) I know I make lots of mistakes. Just keep pointing them out and I'll fix them. I did fix the first few chapters, thanks to those who pointed the mistakes out. If it makes you feel better. Now – as far as I can pick up – they are grammar mistake free!!! (Yah!)

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Chapter Three

Can one be more bored? Draco thought imperiously to himself; Defence against the Dark Arts. Lupin; the majority of girls drooled over the grey wolf; werewolf to be more exact, and clung to his every word.

Draco's gaze kept wondering around the room only to land on the filthy Mudblood, he'd steer it away, only to let it find its way back to her. He didn't like what he saw.

The way her hand shot up at every question asked. It was... off putting? No. Merlin's beard I'm getting turned on by a bookworm, he thought idly to himself. Every time he 'by chance' looked by her way the daft Mudblood was sneaking longing looks at her friend with the raven coloured mop. Disgraceful. Sickening.

The whole school knew of their little fall-out. So much for the perfect pair living happily ever after. He saw lil Pottie eating the Weaselette's face and turned quickly away, disgusted, at such open display of such an amateur not-knowing-what-the-hell-I'm-doing-snog.

Draco knew what he would do if his partners – yes, dammit partners – were doing such outrageous thing with anybody other than himself. But it would be just a warning of what was to come. Of course, the Mudblood was never the one for violence...let alone bashing another's head against a brick wall before booting the living daylights out of them. Such a typical do-good Gryffindor to not beat people up. Not that it stopped her in 3rd year.

But Draco also knew what he – and most likely the Mudblood – would do next. No, physical pain wouldn't be enough. He'd make the backstabber torment mentally as well. Step two would be far more damaging than step one. Another typical Gryffindor act; always cutting to the chase and avoid foreplay.

That was it. She was using him. To hurt the one she loved most in the world but would not admit it, probably not even to herself. Draco liked this idea more and more. He never knew the Mudblood could have such spunk.

And I thought she was the smart one.

"Harry, let's see, since you've participated in many duels; what are the first five rules the two duellers should always follow?" the werewolf asked. Harry, who now shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wouldn't have a single clue. It's not like the famed Harry Potter played by the rules; it was just, unlike Draco, he was never penalised.

"...," his pet scholar awkwardly sat in silence,

"I mean, I know I didn't give anyone homework on it, but can anyone list me the first five rules in duelling?" the werewolf attempted to asking the whole class, by now Draco expected Granger's hand to have shot up and answered the question, saving her lover from the embarrassment. But it never happened. The gifted Mudblood just ignored it, and continued to scribble down some notes.

Yet another realisation hit Draco. Has their little dispute split the revolting Dream Team up, I wonder? He needed to know whether she and Pot Head were still friends. If not, Merlin's beard, this was going to be fun.

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P.S. I'd just like to mention I happen to like The OC... and am deeply shattered that it has ended. (Bows head in silence to revere The OC ending)