Chapter Four: Do I Have too?

I saw Pansy and the girl Weasel exiting the library just before the mudblood and I. Weaselette stalking off angrily and Pansy sauntering over to me.

"Draco…" She said in a sugary voice that made me want to gag. But I'm a guy, I'll take anything.

"Pansy." I drawled her name out sexily, wrapping an arm around her hips. If she didn't have those blasted Hogwart's robes on I would have placed my hand in her back pocket. Not only is it sexy to her, but I get to cop a feel and not get yelled at. Ahh well, Can't win everything.

We walked down the hall in silence when Pansy asked me a question.

"Why was that flyer going around today the entry I put in my diary last week?"

"I needed to get back at Granger. I found your diary a few you ears back and I've continued to look at it since. That entry with Goyle looked good." I would have thought she'd be pissed at me, but she's not! She's grinning at me like a bloody Cheshire cat!

"So, you know about the fantasies I plan on acting out with you?" Oh Gods… How could I forget?

"Oh yes, the six-nining in a mugle dumpster behind a pizza place was interesting…" I've now remembered why I dislike being around this chick. I know what's going on in her head every time she looks at me.

"Ooh!" She squealed in my ear, "I knew you would like that one!"

"Like… well… that's… another word for it…" She gave me this huge buggering grin. Why the hell is she trying so hard?!

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I watched the window that the owls would be coming in like a hawk. I happen to have sent a letter to little Miss Mudblood. We've got important business to take care of.

Ahh, there they are right on time 8:45. Never a minute late are they? Wow, she's got a lot more mail than she normally does… Mine was delivered by an eagle, it should have stuck out, but no. She's got about twenty letters not including the four different news papers she subscribes to.

I turned back to my breakfast, looking glumly down at it. The elves were slacking… the food wasn't up to par at all. Whispers started filling the hall so naturally I looked up, there was Granger running out of the Great Hall with a few howlers, Potter following with a couple of his own.

Potter didn't make it very far when one exploded filing the hall with George Weasley's voice.

"Harry, my chum, my buddy!

How the hell could you do that to me?! You knew I wanted to propose to Hermione after she got out of that place!! You fucking bastard!

You don't even have the nerve to tell me? I have to find out from at least four Slytherins and everyone sixth year and up in Gryffindor! Excluding of course, you! Hermione had the decency to mail me, but you? No had to stab me in the fucking back when I wasn't looking out for the woman that I love! What a friend you were Harry! Voldemort should just kill you and get it over with!

Bye mate,

Have fun with the girl.

P.S. Don't ever go near my sister ever again you bloody fucking bastard."

I think that there was a mad dash to the bathroom from most of the Slytherin's who were about to wet their pants from laughter. But I don't know. I had to go collect the mail Granger left behind so that she gets my letter.

"Granger!" I yelled running up the stairs carrying a stack of mail that increased to about fifty letters and another Howler.

She whipped around standing in the doorway to her room. Which I must admit, isn't to badly decorated. A theme of muggle fantasy creatures and very influence by the Celtic ways.

"Sir?" Huh? Oh, whoa, total space out there.

"Your mail. It was littering the table. No need for the house elves to soil their hands picking up your filthy mudblood letters." Her face turned from the complete shock to so completely pissed off in so little time that she ought to be given a medal.

"Why you little no good, conniving son of a bit-" I covered her mouth with my hand… again! And it's the same bloody one as last time -shudder- bloody hell, shower tonight shall be painful. But anywho.

"Mudblood, I'd watch what you were saying to me if I were you. I've already let you get away with calling me 'Malfoy' while people are around. Don't get in the habit of it."

"Whatever." She said rolling her eyes and taking her mail from me before the howlers exploded.

Before I turned around and flashed a smirk at her, I turned and said something to her.

"Look for a letter from me." She looked confused, but just shrugged and closed the door with her foot. I heard her placing a silencing charm around her room before the current count of five howlers exploded.

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Ten minutes later she appeared five minutes early to Potions. That was quite quick for going through howlers.

She walked over and took her seat by me. Unfortunately Dumbledore found it necessary for the two of us to sit together because the house unity he felt could use a little help, so he makes us sit together in the class with the most house rivalry. I think he's nutters personally. Any man with a fetish that includes American pop singers ought to be placed in the loony part of St. Mungos with Longbottom's parents.

"The howlers that short?" I asked curiously, I'm a Slytherin, I need to be in everyone's business.

"No, just used a simple freezing charm. I needed to sort through the other stuff so I can go back and read them during lunch." She explained to me as if I should have known this.

"Gotcha." I replied back, not really caring, just hoping she put my letter in a priority pile.

"Class, take your seats," Severus snapped entering the classroom, "five points from Gryffindor, Longbottom. Now take your seat." Wow, Professor Vector must have turned him down again…

"Today we will be brewing a torturing spell," Snickers could be heard from the Slytherin side and looks of terror could be seen on the Gryffindor side, "it's not meant to torture people like most of you imbeciles must think. Can anyone tell me what this potion does?" He said pointing his wand at a chalkboard and a name appearing.

Granger's hand flew up at once, Severus, obviously ignoring her, walked by.

"Anyone?" He said raising an eyebrow, "Thomas, what is it?" The man was pure evil, this guy couldn't even turn a mouse into a pin cushion.

"I-I don't know sir." The boy stuttered, scared out of his wits.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor for not knowing this simple potion." He said loving every look of disbelief the Gryffindors were giving him. The look especially from Granger, a look of pissed off disbelief. One would think Severus would tire of seeing it class after class. Sadistic bastard that one.

"Well, since no one can seem to answer my simple question, the potion, Revealful Torture, once brewed properly and administered, it will force the person it was given too, reveal what they would consider the worst possible torture. This of course means that what is heard in this room stays in this room. Understood?" After saying this he took the time to look at the testosterone due of Gryffindor and did a quick scan over all of the Slytherin students, including me. I'm hurt, I truly am.

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"Draco Fucking Malfoy," I would tell her she's gone too far, but seeing as how all but four eyes (Potter and Weasels) were on us, I couldn't really do anything. "What the hell do you mean by this? Hmm? Meeting a few death eaters?! That wasn't in our agreement!" She was livid. Her cheeks burning red, hair even more poofy and frizzy as normal, waving what looks to be my letter in her hand above her head, ranting like a lunatic as you already know.

"Sweetie, calm down! It's just a few family friends!" I said giving her a look, trying to give off the impression of 'I'll explain it later, just go along with it now'.

"Well… if you say so then. I guess I will be off." She looked at me for approval, I nodded and looked to the doors of the Great Hall and back to her. She nodded in understandment and walked out. I, of course was forced to deal with the curious and phased on lookers.

"Well, what are you gawking at? Get back to lunch." I snapped. Waiting a few moments to look around. Then walked out of the Great Hall to talk to Granger.

"You ever call me 'sweetie' again, I castrate you with a rusty nail and glue!"

Guess what! I found her.

"Quite an imagination there Granger, care to tell me how that would work?" I asked sarcastically, knowing there was no way to do it.

"Well, first you cover the rusty nail in super glue," I wonder if she knew I was being facetious, "Then I shove it down your Vas Deferens." I stiffened.

"That's not right Granger! That's immoral!" I squeaked.

"And calling me 'sweetie' isn't?" She stated one eyebrow cocked with her hands on her hips. She looks like my mother when she gets ticked off…

"At least calling you 'sweetie' wouldn't cause a holocaust in the magical world like it would if I were castrated." I stated matter of factly.

"Why would you being castrated cause destruction of the magical community?" She asked, as if I wasn't important. The nerve of her.

"The world would cease to exist as we know it, (An: Mummy flashback) no more Malfoy heirs. One less pureblooded wizarding family. Leaving the world with only fifty-two"

"Oh Merlin forbid… one less pureblooded family." Alright, she's getting on my nerves…

"Granger, lets discuss what we came out here to discuss, shall we?" I asked and pointed down the hall to indicate I wanted to walk.

"Ok then, I'm not going to any death eater thing!" Too bad for her.

"Yes Granger, you are. You have to go. It's all part of being my girlfriend." I told her, smirking all the way down the hall we were walking.

"Well, being your girlfriend also gives me the right to turn you down without feeling bad, so no." Does it really work like that? I looked at a sixth year Ravenclaw who just nodded her head smugly… Huh… who knew?

"That's not fair!" It's not. It's Not. It's Not!!

"How is it not fair?" She asked me as she stopped dead in her tracks placing her hands on her hips and cocking an eyebrow. Again! My mum!

"Because… even the person from Ravenclaw agrees… and… she's a girl!" Ha! Take that!

"So? That means nothing! Besides, why do I have to meet him?" Uhh… duh! Isn't it a wee bit obvious?

"You've got to meet them because if they don't believe we are dating, then the ministry won't believe we are dating and I've gone good." And they say she's smart.

"They would kill me before they got the chance!" Well… we will figure out a way past that…

"And the ministry won't kill me?" Can't deny that I've got a point, now can you?

"No of course not, I'm one of the most powerful witches around even though I'm eighteen. They know I can take care of myself." She told me this as we were walking around a corner as if she were an Italian. Almost decapitated me about ten paces back!

"So you've got me there.. But still. You are going whether you like it or not." She stopped walking, her face contorted in thought, then finally slumping her shoulders.

"What will I wear?" D-does that mean she is accepting? Hot-Dawg!

"We can go shopping for some outfits in Hogsmeade." I think a low cut down to about four inches above the belly button… tie around the neck… black dress… some tie up the calf heels…

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Wow! I broke 2052 words with this chapter! Go me!! Yay! Sorry it took me so long to update, I had a lot of homework to do and I had an OVA (Olympics of the Visual Arts) meeting which lasted from 1:00 to 7:00 on Saturday and then I went home with my friend Kayla! Who read the castrating bit and laughed histerically and did imitations of Draco and then of Hermione looking like his mum... Freak that one... oh Yes and then we went to her house and we played Pitch with her Step-dad, mom, her mom's friend Kathy and her husband Doug, lemme tell you, that bunch is great! but we played until about midnight, then got up about noonish... then ate some breakfast, played cards with her parents again w/o her parent's friends and then we sulked in her room cause we couldn't shop, then I got my period and was like sicker then a dog...and then she decided to dress me up like her! who knew I was hot? and then we played cards again.. then my dad picked me up... and then I had to change my plot around a bit so I could shorten this chapter up and just update it! So um... after that long bit of oh uh... nothing! here are the review responses!

Onto reviewers!!

Gothhottie: Yah... Hermione didn't write that... but unfortunately because I'm telling this from Draco's point of view... Harry and Ron are blundering idiots!

JADECOWAN: Yah Draco is an ass... but it's how he is in the books... I'm trying not to take him too much occ, but I know Hermione is getting that way.

Dragons-Fires: I tried to keep descriptive words and details in this, but I think I got way to many details....

Marmaladechicky: where did you see my mistake? I went through it and couldn't find it.

Black Rose, Black Heart: Wow... that sucks... my mom hasn't died... but there was a period of my life where she wansn't even involved... she fucked up big time by saying she didn't wanna see me if I lied... ( I hadn't lied, she was just trying to make herself look good to some people and pissing my gram(her mom) and a few other of her relativesin the process) so I held her too it... didn't see her for over a year... and then stuf happened... like she would call and talk to my brother and then want to talk to me... and say something stupid and I woudl blow up at her and tell her how much I hated her and how she ruined my life (did really) my aunt says its pretty much amazing how normal I am mentally because of what I've been through because of that woman.

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