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Chapter Seven – Draco's .. Revenge?

Hermione expected him to be mad. What she did, the pictures she had .. they were priceless.

Draco immediately ran for his bedroom. He locked it shut. Erm. I never noticed that number keypad on the door before.. Hermione thought nervously. After locking it, he slowly advanced on Hermione. Being who she was, she was determined not to show him her fear. He had a death gleam in his eye, clearly stating that he did NOT find this situation amusing.

"Do"

"You"

"Know"

"What"

"Happens"

"To"

"Little"

"Witches"

"Who"

"Cross"

"Draco"

"Malfoy's"

"Path?"

Draco said, taking one step closer to her with every word, and pausing slightly between each word. Hermione made no audible noise. "They get screwed?" She said, smiling with her very Malfoy-like answer. Who could deny it? He's probably slept with every girl that he's ever befriended. She thought, snickering. Draco smirked. "There's a difference between a bad girl and a bitch" He said, in a low, deep, voice. He called me a bitch She thought, angrily. But before she could do anything, or even think anything more, he pushed her to the bed. She fought to get up, but she kept her down. How? By straddling her.

If anyone were to walk in that room, at that very second, they would have gotten a very bad idea. A very pretty girl, wearing a rather revealing outfit of a tube top and short shorts, was being straddled to the bed by a handsome blonde quidditch player, who happened to be only wearing boxers. It was a good thing he locked his door.

His sudden move surprised Hermione. She pushed against him, determined to get away from him. She wasn't sure what his motives were. Was he just play-fighting? Or was it truly mad? Or was he planning to do another episode like he did in the basement earlier that day? She didn't know.

But what happened next surprised Hermione even more.

Draco Malfoy, whom she only began getting on speaking terms with early that day, began to tickle her. That's right, he tickled her. She absolutely hated being tickled. How did he know? He must have overheard me telling Harry or Ron at school last term.. She thought. She escaped his grasp, and ran to the other side of the room. He was faster, though. "Quit it, Malfoy" she said sternly, glaring into his eyes. He only laughed. "Drop the McGonagall act, Granger. Why would I quit it? Tormenting you is fun" He said with a evil laugh.

Hermione wasn't sure if he was serious or not. She didn't know what to make of the situation. At moments he seemed to be almost having fun, at others he seemed to absolutely want her dead.

Draco pushed her up against the wall. Now here's a familiar position we've been in today he thought, smirking. He looked into her eyes. The room was dead silent. Their eyes met. He leaned in a bit, and she caught her breath. Draco Malfoy is going to kiss you! DO SOMETHING! Her mind raced. He leaned in so close, that their noses were touching. Just a little closer.. His lip was a centimeter away from hers. Everything else seemed to fade away. Then he did it.

No, he didn't kiss her. He tickled her.

What the hell? She thought, almost angry. Wait, I should be relieved. He didn't kiss me! His body was pressed against hers, so she couldn't go anywhere. He tickled her stomache. She burst out laughing. "D-d-d-raco stop. Now." She said, trying to sound demanding and powerful. Draco only laughed. "There's something you don't hear everyday" He said, wearing his signature Slytherin smirk. Caught off guard, she pushed away and ran to the other side of the room. How long would this go on for?

Draco followed her. She panicked. She looked at his bed. She picked up all the pillows, and started hurling them at Draco. At first she looked a little be taken back, but then he laughed. Again. She got closer and closer to her. She grabbed a pillow and ran to the door. It was locked. He cornered her. Just when he thought he had won—WHAM! Hermione slapped his face with the pillow.

"Pillow fights are for girls" He said, picking up the pillows off the ground. "Then you must be pretty good at them by now, huh?" Hermione said coyly. At that, Draco then turned his heel and walked towards his bed, seemingly arranging the pillows on the bed. He seemed to be over with his little game of tormenting Hermione. Hermione looked at him. "Are you mad?" She asked softly. Draco didn't turn around. She walked towards him. He seemed almost .. hurt. "Draco?" she said, in barely a whisper. He still didn't turn around. "Look, it was just a joke. You've got to admit, its priceless—"WHAM! Draco suddenly turned around and hit her over the head with the fluffy pillow in his hand.

"Oh now you're going to get it" She said, grabbing a pillow from his bed. She aimed it a Draco. He picked it up. She picked up another pillow. Soon enough, pillows were shooting in ever direction possible. This is .. fun .. Hermione thought.

At that exact second, the door to his bedroom flew open. In the door way, Narcissa Malfoy and Anna-Marie Granger stood, looking slightly bewildered.

"Hermione!"

"Draco!"

"I see you've become close" Narcissa drawled, almost sarcastically. Draco and Hermione looked at each other with mild disgust. "No we haven't" Draco spat. Hermione nodded. "Its called revenge" she said, in a slightly softer tone. The two mothers looked between to the two teenagers, who both had pillows in their hands.

"At any rate, clean this up, clean yourselves up, and come down for dinner." Narcissa said, in a motherly tone. They nodded. The mothers then proceeded out the door, shutting it behind them.

Draco and Hermione stood in awkward silence. Bloody mudblood. If word of any of this gets out, my reputation is ruined. I hate that girl! He thought angrily. Hermione had similar thoughts. At least Draco has no pictures of me She though, inwardly laughing.

"Well. I'm starved. Lets clean this up, shall we?" Hermione said lightly, breaking the silence. Draco nodded and picked some pillows off the floor. It around 10 minutes for the room to return to its original state.

"Im going to change" she said shortly, walking out of his room. She walked downstairs, avoiding the kitchens, and straight out to the car. She pulled out some new clothes, and proceeded up the three flights of stairs again. Apon arriving at his room, she found draco in his closet. "Where can I change?" She asked, causing him to jump. He didn't hear her come in the room. "In the bathroom is fine" He said simply, before returning to the closet. She changed into her clothes and looked in the mirror. She was wearing tight-fitting, low rise black jeans and a simple red V neck long sleeved shirt. She ran her fingers through her hair. It was very tousled. She pulled it back into a messy bun.

Meanwhile, Draco was still looking for something to wear. Why is everything in my closet black? He thought, frustrated. Because black is your color. Darkness. A voice told him. Draco ignored the little voice in his head. He pulled out a simple black ribbed shirt, and black, slightly baggy jeans. The only muggle things I'll ever touch he though, justifying the fact that he occasionally wore muggle clothing.

Hermione came out of the bathroom, fully changed and looking much better. She looked at Draco. "You haven't changed yet?" She asked, stating the obvious. She then noticed the pile of black clothes swung over his arm. "Oh" she said, more to herself than anyone else. Draco only nodded. "I'm going to take a shower and get this bloody writing off of me" he said, sending a glare her way. "Don't wait for me" he said, smirking. She made a face. "Wouldn't dream of it" she said, snorting.

But little did he know, that the Sharpie she used wasn't just any ordinary Sharpie. She had bewitched it last year. It wouldn't come off for a long time.

Author's note: This has to be one of my longest chapters yet. 4 pages! Major major thanks to all of you that reviewed last chapter. You guys made my day :) After I had written chapter 6, to be honest, I really didn't know how to make Draco react. And personally, I think tickling Hermione was a little OOC for Draco, but hey, it seemed to set a good mood. I think it works. Please let me know your opinion on this chapter. Did you like it? Did you think it was OOC? Was it disappointing? What would you like to see in future chapters?

Mir – Awww! Thanks! I will most definately continue this story. Its a lot of fun to write :P

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