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Draco Malfoy downed his entire pint of beer in one gulp before smirking at the couple feeling each other up in the corner of the pub. He knew the Harry wouldn't last long. Being as beautiful and sexy and gorgeous and – God, snap out of it, Draco, she's a filthy mudblood, remember? Anyway, being as stunning as she was, Draco knew Hermione would soon find that she had much better choices, like him, for example.

Draco was just beginning to fantasize a scene that involved a bed, whip cream, lots of oranges (Draco loved oranges), him and a nameless girl who looked strangely like Hermione. . ., when Ron, of all people, tottered over to him, thoroughly drunk.

Draco recoiled as Ron glared at him. "Wad yaa doin' starin a' Herms and Hurry? Dey got ther riiight ta privacy, ya knoew," he declared, slurring his words.

Draco knew he had to get Ron away from him quickly. What would happen if the gang walked in and say that he was talking to Ron Weasley, Dork of all Dorks, King of Hobo Land? Worse yet, what would happen if his father randomly walked in? Actually, Draco knew what would happen. He would receive another four or five hours of beating and then be locked inside the secret chamber underneath his house, where his father would threaten to starve him to death if he tried anything funny. Draco knew that was definitely not an empty threat. Nobody knew about the chamber except him, Lucius, and their house elf, Goodaely. Lucius could easily say that Draco had wandered off and got lost and nobody would ever find his body.

Ron grabbed onto the sleeve of Draco's expensive leather jacket. "Hey, me talkin' tah yoo, yah slimy liddle jackass!"

Draco knew that under normal circumstances (which meant that Ron would not be drunk), Ron would never have said something like that to Draco's face. He pulled his sleeve away from Ron's grasp, making the most disgusted-looking face he could muster.

"I don't talk to slimy little muggle-loving oafs," Draco sniffed. Then he turned and sauntered away, enjoying the was Ron's mouth hung open, making him look like, well, a slimy little muggle-loving oaf.

Draco cast on last envious look at Hermione and Harry before pushing through the doors or the pub into the blinding sunlight.

Just then, Draco's best and only real, intelligent friend, Julian, appeared at his side.

"Yo, man. You totally just missed Goyle and Crabbe duking it out in a drinking contest!! They're both totally wasted!!" Julian crowed.

Draco flashed him a distracted smile.

"What's wrong, Drak?" Julian asked, suddenly looking concerned.

How do I tell Julian about Hermione? He's bound to find out anyway. He knows me better than I know myself!

"Um, it's nothing, don't worry about it. I think I just drank to much, is all."

"Dude, is it a girl? I can always tell by that look in your eyes."

I know you can.

Draco pulled Julian aside.

"God, you know me too fucking well," Draco growled. "I'll tell you, but you have to swear under my wand that you won't tell a goddamn soul."

When someone swore under another's wand, they were bounded by magic and would be unable to tell anyone about it, even if they tried.

"Jeez, ok, ok. I'll swear under your stupid wand," Julian rolled his eyes as Draco lowered the tip of his wand between Julian's eyes, and whispered "Bindinato". "I swear under Draco Malfoy's wand, son of Lucius Malfoy, that I won't tell almost any –"Draco growled and jabbed his wand hard between Julian's eyes "- OUCH, my god, that I won't tell ANYBODY AT ALL about the information that Draco is about it um tell me. Happy? My fucking god, this better be good."

Satisfied, Draco pocketed his wand and dragged Julian into a dark alleyway. "It's Hermione Granger. Have you seen her yet?"

Julian's deep brown eyes widened. "Yeah, man, damn she's really grown up. She's some hot shit. Oh, my god, please don't tell me you like her."

Draco shrugged.

"You stupid little man. Do you have any what your father would do if he found out you even think she's hot?"

Draco looked uncomfortable. "I don't know man. I never said I liked her. She just seems kinda cool, ya know?"

Julian turned away. "C'mon, dude, lets go get you drunk and you'll forget all about this Hermione character."