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Chapter five: Preparations part two

I was Harry Potter. There was the kid I was looking for. His name was Jake Craik, another of the Craik brothers, the worst mudbloods this hell hole has to offer, and another person who worshiped Potter. I gingerly walked towards him and the other first years that where walking my way. Here goes nothing. I saw the roots of a large tree come into view, and I said goodbye to my guilt and feelings as I tripped over the root and fell heavily to the floor.

"Harry! Harry! Are you okay?" The minature hero was on his way over to me. I began to groan and grumble to add to the affect, while closely keeping an eye on his friends, the last one clearing the archway, and disappearing from sight.

"No, I think I need to go and see Madam Pomfery, I think ive broken my arm," at this point I clutched my right arm in my left as if it was precious.

"I'll come with you Harry," see what I mean about the minature hero thing?

"Okay, but what about your class?" Come on, show Potter your loyalty.

"I can miss it, I can learn how to fly some other time," Good mudblood.

"Okay lets go."

I looked down at the horror which I created. Jakes blood was all over my hands. His lifeless body lay in front of me. A sharp dagger in my right hand soaked in his blood, and Potters fingerprints. In my left was a small container of his blood, an offering to Voldemort. His blood began to run into the cracks in the tiles of the boys bathroom. I stood up from the floor and began to scrub my hands. Twenty minutes ago Jake had been like every other kid in the school, happy and carefree, now he was lying dead on the schools bathroom floor. I had another forty minutes to kill as Potter (excuse the pun) so what other damage could I do to him?

Hermione sat alone in her room, her transfiguration text book lying open in front of her. She couldn't concentrate as her thoughts were concerned with Malfoy. She hadn't ment to open up to him like that, basically telling him that she trusted him more than Potter and ….Harry and Ron.

Harry and Ron had been weird with her these last few days, as if they were her friends, but spoke to her like she was an outsider of their special friendship, like they would Dean or Lavender. And Hermione didn't like to be excluded.

Just then Malfoy walked through the door of the common room, and Hermione herd it bang shut. She slammed her book shut and stormed into the common room with every intention of blowing her top at him because she didn't need his protection from these 'dangers', but then she saw Malfoys face. He looked truly spooked, and his usually perfect hair stuck up in odd places. An idea struck Hermione of how she could get him to open up to her aswell.

"Hey Malfoy,"

"Whats up?" he sounded surprised to hear her not yelling at him, damn pmt!

"Truth or Dare?" he smiled as she said this, the title question of his favourite game.

"Truth," he said after some thought, he still had her last dare to complete.

"Okay then tell me whats with the hot and cold guy act?" Draco sighed as he heard this, this was a question he was not ready to deal with just yet, but she could of asked him a worst question.

"Well you see I've found out your not as bad as people think, in fact we have quite a few things in common, but my so called 'friends' would kill you if they thought we were on speaking terms as when you become a death eater you have a certain ritual to complete, which involves killing a mudblood. I don't want you to die, no one should die for scum like that," Thoughts of Jake flooded his mind, washing his poor innocent blood off his hands while Jakes body lay lifeless beside him.

"Wow, I thought you were all "yay to the dark lord"?" Hermione asked

"I believe it is my turn to ask you, which one do you pick," trying to change the subject quickly, you never really knew who was listening at Hogwarts.

"Truth"

"Your boring you always pick truth!" he protested, he wanted revenge for having to wear Pansy's knickers!

"You made me kiss Ron!" Oh yeah. It was just then that it occurred to Draco that they were fighting, but it wasn't on the same level as when they used to fight, this was a bicker that would never make a difference to anything. Draco found that he liked this being able to squabble with someone without having to have a full blown row.

"Okay fait point," WAIT! Did Draco Malfoy just appologise? " Now, who do you think is hot in our year? Girls or boys whatever your preference," Draco snickered, winding Hermione up should be an Olympic sport.

"Hey! Well lets see there is that guy in my muggle studies class Dan, err……theres Luke in my Herbology class…and well seen as im supposed to tell the truth here theres you," Hermione could feel her whole face turning red, but she was supposed to be telling the truth here. She saw Malfoy's eyebrows rise as he heard "you".

"As I expected," he commented, sounding high and mighty.

"Oh shut up!" why was it Hermione never retained any of her dignity while Malfoy was around? "Now you chose!"

"Dare, "he said retaining his high and mighty tone.

"I dare you to let me ask you ten questions and you must answer them truthfully!" Hermione threw Malfoy's smirk back at him, causing him to narrow his eyes to slits.

"Fine."

"One, who was your first kiss with?"

"Parkinson"

"Pug faced whore? Wow didn't think you would stoop that low (this earned her a eye roll) two, who was your first time with?" Draco's cheeks blushed a pink colour, and he mumbled something which Hermione didn't quite catch.

"What?"

"I haven't yet." Draco's cheeks were so hot you could of fried bacon on them (cause eggs are gross) Hermions smirked, she was the only person who knew that Mr. sex god wasn't all he claimed to be.

"Three, what is your dream job?"

"To be an auror, it sounds like a fun yet high risk job,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, that's four questions down, you can ask me the other six later, goodnight," and with that Draco lifted himself off his chair and walked to his bedroom where he slammed the door shut, sat down on the floor and cried.