Disclaimer: Well... I guess... It's the same old shouting/screaming... I DO NOT OWN THEM!

"Oh, I'm sorry to leave that out." Politeness never left her. "I'm Elise Roonie."

And Ron looked like he could faint...

Chapter 6: The Day With Some Harry

Ron was as pale as the normal Draco and his jaw was reaching the ground.

"Erm... What?" asked Elise uncertainly. She seemed to be very very uncomfortable under Ron's intense staring.

"You... you are... are... you are..."

'And there he goes... the usual stammering.' thought Hermione. Out of the goodness of her heart, she managed to help him out of the awkward situation, "He meant that he was utterly surprised to know that you are a Roonie." She told Elise pleasantly.

"Oooh..." was her only reply.

Then, an extremely awkward silence followed.

No one spoke until Ron finally regained his normality and spoke, "Is Frigen Roonie your father?"

"Yes."

"Oooh..." was his only reply.

Silence seemed to be the top-pick of the five students in that room.

"Ahem!" Someone cleared his throat and he was Draco. "Elise, perhaps you would want me to show you to your common room?"

"Oh, um, OK." She said with a curt nod and turned to the trio, "So, maybe I'll see you in class on Monday?"

"Yeah, see you." They said in unison. Creepy, the way they do that together.

Draco then steered Elise out of the room, all the time trying to engage himself in a conversation with her.

'Prat.'

The portrait door shut with a 'wham' and it was only after that did the three dare to continue with their conversation.

"You were so rude..." Hermione began. Now, only God knows when she will finish with her ranting. Unless Mighty Harry stopped her.

The portrait door shut behind them and a whistle followed. It was unmistakably Artist Regarion's.

'I never saw him doing this to Granger.'

Draco shook himself off the thoughts as he pulled himself back into reality to survey the new transfer student who was under his care, according to Dumbledore. One word would suit everything about her: Splendid! He wondered if she's a veela... Well, he seldom believed in pretty girls at the first sight after he learnt about veelas, so he thought if she really was one, or at least a half-veela.

"You are a Pureblood, aren't you?" He asked straight to the point, but in a formal way.

The two of them who were strolling down the corridor, were gradually slowing down their pace and finally coming to a stop. Elise turned round to face Draco and they stayed like that for a few seconds before she finally answered. "Oh well, yeah. I'm a Pureblood. Can't be purer."

Draco noticed a bit of... what was that? Hesitation? Ya. He just noticed her hesitation.

Not being a very sensitive person, he carried on with his questionings, or more like interrogating. "I didn't know that Roonie was a Pureblood. The way he presents himself was... eww. It's just difficult to imagine that he could get linked with Pureblood. Are you sure he's pure too?"

And that was it. The end of their friendly conversation.

"I'm telling you, insensitive prick, that my father and I and my entire family are Purebloods! We are and we do present ourselves as nicely as the other Purebloods!" She screamed in his ears. Women can get really aggresive at times, and this time, Draco got a bruised knee.

"What the hell's that for?!" He groaned.

"For you being what you are and you saying what you said." Elise crossed both arms infront of her chest and scowled fiercely at him. He seemed to be in such a pathethic state, bending down and rubbing the stinging knee.

"Ow..." He only said this before lowering his glance to his knee.

'Did I really kicked that hard?' Suddenly, pity drowned the fury that was blazing furiously in her seconds before. "Are you OK?" Elise asked, unsure of how to approach him.

No reply.

"Talk to me."

No reply.

She let out an exasperated cry and went to help him up by his arm. Slowly and gently, she got him up from the floor and had him supported beside her. She was going to help him back to his room. Elise could not perform the spell (mobilus corpus) to move him around as she had forgotten how to do them.

Draco wore a smirk on his face. It was hidden from Elise's view as his hair was simply covering his entire handsome face.

He liked her.

Ron had left earlier to go to the library with Ginny. They had been very wierd recently, visiting library as frequently as they visit the toilet each day. Their act caught Harry and Hermione's attention and when they approached the brother and sister the question, the Weasleys would never fail to divert Harry and Hermione's attention to minor events like the article on Exploding Warts (guess who wrote it) in the Daily Prophet. Wonder when they became so stupid.

"So Harry, how're you and Cho?" Hermione asked him the question cautiously, without lookig at him.

"Fine."

That was too simple an answer and she expected more from her best friend. "And...?" She prompted.

"We're... we broke off last year when she left school." Everything was said in one breath and very unclearly but Hermione still managed to get the gist of it. Something Harry did not expect her to.

"Oh... Am I allowed to ask a why?" Her curiosity was always hard to contain.

"You just asked it already." Harry said teasingly and his face broke into a nice, warm smile but it turned serious later as he remembered Hermione's question. "I thought I don't feel like being with her anymore. I don't really know the real reason behind the break up, honestly. Perhaps she's not my type." He shrugged his shoulders at this, "Reasons could get simpler as time goes by, you see, you grow to have more 'understandings' for complicated reasons which makes your mind think it was simple. But in actual fact, they are still complicated." At the confused look on Hermione's face, he started to think of a simpler explanation. "Let's just say that there's a very complicated reason behind the break up. Ok?"

"Um... Yea. But what's the reason again?" she shot Harry an inquisitive look.

Harry smiled. This was her."There's this someone who made me feel like she's the only one deserve of all my love for a girlfriend. She made me special, assisted me, guided me, cared for me... She's more important than Cho. I only realised how much I loved her during the summer holidays..." Harry stared into the depth of Hermione's auburn eyes which had thousands of emotions racing past. Everything was beautiful in that instant.

The staring contest continued until they were interrupted by a sudden knock on the portrait door.

"I'll get it!" said the blushing Hermione who was getting up from her seat. 'He couldn't be referring to me... could he?'

As Hermione unlocked the door, she found the 'sickly' Draco leaning comfortably against the smaller-sized Elise. "I guess I can leave him to you." Elise said quickly and pushed the 'burden' into Hermione's arms. "He's injured in the knee and I don't know the location of the hospital wing." She gave Hermione all the neccessary informations and sped down the corridor.

After making sure Elise's completely gone, she took a big step backwards and let Draco fell rather uglily with a loud thud onto the floor. Hermione spun round to get to Harry when a hand gripped her ankle. She let out a soft gasp of surprise although she had expected that from sore-loser-Malfoy.

"Help me up!" Draco muttered through his clenched teeth.

"It's not like you can't get up by yourself! And even if you need help, say the magic word." Hermione replied haughtily.

"Avada Kedavra?"

Hermione rolled her eyes skywards and tried to continue making her way back to her room when the grip on her ankle tighten into a vice-like grip. "Let go, parasite!"

"Hey!" Then, he climbed back to his feet as gracefully as ever (hands free of Hermione's ankle).

Hermione rolled her eyes at his attempt to act like he was really that graceful when he actually wasn't. It was such a sore to her eyes. "Oh please." She muttered insolently under her breath.

"I heard that." Draco said airily, "Of course, I don't expect Muggleborns like you to be able to understand the sainthood of us, Purebloods, ..."

'Purebloods and Mudbloods theories again... Can't stand him.' Hermione cleared her throat and indicated that he should stop crapping too much.

"Hermione, what took you so long?" Harry asked out loud from Hermione's couch in her room.

"Patience, Potter." Draco mimicked the tone of the Professors. Hermione shot him a dirty look.

"I'm coming, Harry. Stay. There." She instructed.

Too late, Harry's already at the curtains near the entrance. He noticed Draco and greeted him coldly, "Malfoy." he recived a curt nod and smirk for it and Harry turned to Hemione, "Why is he here?"

"You should've asked me directly, I could've provided you with a better answer, Potter."

"Fine, and what is the answer?"

"I'm not telling."

"Oh, how very matured indeed." Harry replied in his sarcasm-filled voice.

"He got hurt in his knee and Elise brought him back." Short and sweet, Hermione's typical answer when she got impatient. "Harry, let's get back in. Or why don't you take your work here so we can do it together?"

"Great idea." Harry agreed to it but someone didn't.

"I own half of the room too Granger, you should ask me if I allow him to work in this place." Draco butted in rather awkwardly as none of the others present in the room expected him to interrupt.

Hermione wore the expression she would when she was suddenly reminded of something-something different. "I thought you were hurt?"

"Huh?" Draco replied. "Oh, ow..." Draco carried on very fakely. "Ow, ow, ow... Now that you said it. Sigh, you shouldn't have reminded..."

"Accio homeworks." Harry said coolly and pieces of parchments zoomed into his outstretched hand in a while (the homeworks zoomed there through the opened windows, the Gryffindor Tower was just next to the Heads Common Room).

Hermione grinned widely at Harry, impressed at how cool he was when performing the charm and the decency of him to interrupt Draco in the midst of his groanings. Harry returned the grin in a sauve manner as the couple proceeded to the hearth where there was a large wooden desk for four to work on.

"Care to join?" Hermione asked evilly at Draco. As he opened his mouth to reply when Harry interrupted yet again.

"Oh no, Hermione. That was very inconsiderate of you." Harry said in a mock reprimanding tone, "You should know that Malfoys are prominent figures who are too busy to even bother us, why would they want to join us?"

"Oh... How very true..." Hermione cooed in the mistiest voice she could muster.

With this, Draco's already pinkish cheeks glowed to blood-red colour, making his face looked like there's no skin to cover up the blood.

"Granger..." He took in a deep breath, "Potter..." Another breath, "You both'll have hell to pay! Get out Potter. I and Granger need to plan something the Heads should. Now! Out!" Draco yelled. Looked like Harry and Hermione had gone to the correct length.

"Harry, I'll look you up in a while." Hermione promised as she led Harry to the door and bade him goodbye.

The door shut, Hermione turned to find Draco right... ...

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