CHAPTER EIGHT: Rejected!!

Hermione stared at Malfoy. Ron noticed that Draco and Hermione were just staring at each other in a fixed position, so he thundered up to them.

"Hey Malfoy! Hermione wasn't very descriptive. Can you really tell how your little session was?" Ron asked loudly.

Draco couldn't help blushing a little.

"If you must know Weasel, it was rather…sweet, and passionate. After all, it was with Hermione!" Draco said quietly.

"Awww! How romantic!" Ron said teasingly.

Harry noticed them grouped together, so he walked over to them.

"Ron! Just stop it for goodness sake! Can't you shut up for like two minutes?" Hermione screeched looking murderous.

Harry immediately saw that look on Hermione's face. The mean and deranged death stare. Hermione growled.

Uh-oh Harry thought. She growled…that only means one thing…she is going to tickle us!

Ron suddenly noticed Hermione's death stare and thought the same thing as Harry. Harry and Ron looked at each other, and decided to do one thing: RUN!!!

Draco looked amused as Ron and Harry ran away.

"What? Did I do something?" Hermione asked rather innocently.

Draco started laughing, but immediately stopped when he saw Hermione walking away.

"Hey! Come back! I wanted to talk to you!" Draco yelled, running to catch up with her.

"Well, you better make it quick, because I have to go to class now," Hermione said hurriedly.

"Ok…will you go out with me?" Draco asked coolly.

"No," Hermione replied.

Draco looked flabbergasted. No one says no to Draco Malfoy!

"W-why?" he spluttered.

"Because, I don't like you," Hermione responded.

"But what about what happened in the DADA room?"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"It doesn't mean anything??!! What are you playing at? Why do you hate me so much?"

"Look Draco, I don't hate you. It is just we have been enemies for so long, that people are used to it. If we go out, people will talk. You know how the Slytherins are. They will rip you apart if you go out with a muggle."

"I don't care what they think! It doesn't matter if they rip me apart!" Draco yelled.

"Yeah? Well, they will kill me, if I go near the great Draco Malfoy! Pansy Parkinson will finally have an excuse to kill me."

"I…I understand," Draco whispered sadly.

"Good. You should…and Malfoy, I still remember how it was a few days back, you know, how you used to torture me with your words. I still remember…so no point trying to forget it, and start fresh. You are too lousy to admit it, but inside you are still that nasty, mean, and hateful Draco Malfoy that I knew. I will never trust you, even after this plan is over, so deal with it," Hermione said coolly. And with that, Hermione walked away, leaving Draco in horrified shock.

Hermione, on the other hand, was pleased with herself. She meant every word of what she said. Hermione had dreamed for years of that moment…the day she pissed off Draco Malfoy. She really didn't trust him…he was up to something fishy, she could tell. The problem was that she was actually in love with him. Terrible things happen when you don't trust the one you love. I will get over it Hermione thought. But Hermione couldn't get over it…she knew that. She would have to eventually apologize to Draco and ask him out. If she didn't, she would go crazy. She still tried stopping herself from asking him out.

I won't ask him out. No siree, I will not ask him out. He will not be asked out by Hermione Granger. Hermione Granger is not crazy to ask out Draco Malfoy. Oh who am I kidding?! I need to find Draco!

Hermione ran across the halls, pushing everyone she met out of the way. She literally ran into someone.

"Oh I am so sorry!" Hermione exclaimed. When she looked up, she saw a beautiful girl smiling at her. This was not any normal girl either. Her skin was milk white, her lips were soft and colored caramel, her cheeks were pale and rosy, her eyes were bright, clear, and blue, and her dazzling teeth were so bright, that it made Hermione blink several times. Not that Hermione was attracted to this girl or anything (no way! Hermione is no lesbian), but Hermione was mildly impressed by this girl. It turns out that almost everyone else in the hallway was impressed by this girl.

"That is quite all right," the girl said smiling revealing her shiny teeth again.

"I have never seen you before in the castle. What year are you in?" Hermione asked the girl.

"I'm in the same year as you," the girl responded.

"Really? What is your name?" Hermione asked.

"Leila."

"Cool. My name is Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you."

"Our little chat was quaint, but I must be going off now. I am having people over for a little snack in the common room. The food will be delicious as usual. One of the house-elves, Winky, has decided to help me prepare the food. Oh it will be very exciting. Would you like to join us?"

"No thanks. I have to find someone right now. See you around!"

Leila frowned, this time bearing not those shiny teeth, but fangs which were blood-red with poison. Hermione didn't notice this frown, luckily, or she would have figured out what Leila was and Hermione would have faced a horrible ending…

End of Chapter Eight