(A/N: Ok, back again. I am seriously sorry for the two month hiatus, but I went back to school and I'm doing GCSEs, which, if you don't know what those are, are basically the exams that'll affect the rest of my life, what job I'll get, where I'll live etc. So no pressure huh. And we have to do coursework, which means I've been spending the last 2 or so months writing original writing for my English coursework, and trying to learn Italian verbs in the space of ten minutes. Not the easiest thing for me to do seeing as I suck at anything that has to be memorised (For anyone who cares, I got an A for my English and 75 on my Italian test). But I digress. On with the story. And I'll try and get this updated more frequently.

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"Why hello, weasel." Draco Malfoy drawled, as he spotted the flaming red haired boy barrelling down the corridor with his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles had turned white with the pressure.

"Bog off, Malfoy" He seethed, halting long enough to spit that short sentence out before turning on his heel and retracing his steps back up the long pathway and away from Malfoy once more.

"Why the rush? Ohh wait let me guess. You're off the find the lovely Her-my-oh-nee, right? Aw how very touching. It sickens me at times, I can tell you." His tone of voice lowered as he pronounced her name slowly, putting emphasis on the 'my' part of it as he leaned casually against a nearby wall.

"Don't you dare say her name, ferret-boy. You don't deserve to even know of a girl like 'Mione, let alone share a common room with her." He spat out, gnashing his teeth together and clenching his fists harder. If that was even possible.

"Oh Weasley. You really do know nothing, don't you. You see – what was it you called her? Oh yes. 'Mione and I had a lovely little … rendezvous," He purred the word, enjoying the look on Ron's face and the colour he was slowly turning. "This afternoon. And we both quite enjoyed it, even if I do say so myself. She's a real firecracker, isn't she? Oh wait! But of course. You wouldn't know, would you. She never did let you get anywhere near as close as we both got this afternoon-" But suddenly he was cut off, as Ron lunged at him.

And that was how, five minutes later, Professor Snape found them.

"Mr Weasley! Kindly stop trying to hit Mr Malfoy and Come. Here." He growled, sweeping up to the grappling boys and drawing himself up to full height.

Ron looked up quickly and gulped. Whoops. Scrabbling to his feet, he shuffled around before finally settling his eyes on an invisible spot on the floor.

Malfoy, on the other hand, took his time in standing up, and, while climbing to his feet and brushing himself off, decided to over-play the small cut he'd received above his left eye, marring his perfect looks.

"Thank god you came, Professor. He was about to curse me." Malfoy smirked at Ron, who was opening and closing his mouth and appeared to be doing what seemed to be a stunned fish impression.

"My Weasley. 50 points from Gryffindor for attacking the Head Boy, and fellow student." Snape stated calmly, raising a eyebrow and silently daring Ron to argue. He did.

"But Professor Snape! Malfoy was insulting me and Hermione! And she's the Head Girl so should you take off 50 point from him for insinuating stuff about a colleague, 'cause that's only fair and–" But he stopped talking after he saw the look the Professor was giving him, and hung his head.

"Mr Weasley, go to your common room and stay there before you manage to lose your house all the points you have somehow managed to scrape up so far this year." Hs voice was deathly quiet and Ron took the hint. Turning around and heading back up the corridor, numerous swear words could be heard coming from him.

"Thank you, Severus. I appreciate it." Malfoy quickly eased into the relaxed mode he usually took when talking one-on-one with his Godfather. He obviously hadn't noticed the way the older mans hands had balled up into fists at the mere mention of him badmouthing Miss Granger in any way, shape or form.

If he'd had the common sense to have looked down at his hands now, he would have seen the little half moons in Snape's palms, caused by the unfaltering anger he had felt seconds before. Which may have been a major clue that he shouldn't perhaps deal with the man at that moment as it would obviously not go too well. And that the best option would be to get out of the vicinity as fast as possible before he could do anything.

But alas, he didn't. So the next sentence came as a shock to him.

"Mr Malfoy, 50 points from Slytherin for fighting in the corridor and making unkind remarks about a fellow colleague."

"What?" Malfoy turned to face his Godfather square on. "I think I misheard. You see, I think I just heard you taking points off of Slytherin. " He shook his head and started laughing at this absurd notion.

"No, Mr Malfoy you heard correctly." Snape turned and started walking down the corridor which lead to the dungeons. "We need to have a little chat about your conduct regarding Miss Granger. I happen to have heard some tales from Professor McGonagall and I think we need to assess your behaviour." His long, thick, black as night clock disappeared around the corner and Malfoy heard him his click his fingers.

"Follow me."