"What do you mean, Ginny?" Hermione asked, wearily.
"You know what I mean, Hermione! You know that I have a crush on Draco and you consistently throw the fact that you will be spending an immense amount of time together in my face!"
"Excuse me? You never, not once, told me that you had feelings for MALFOY! Are you mental, Ginny? Really, feelings for that nasty ferret! What would your family say about that! Before you question any of my motives, question yourself! No Ginny. You have no right saying you are unproud of me! I am the one who is unproud. It makes me sick to think that you have feelings for... uh... I can't even attempt to say his name." With that Hermione stormed out of the compartment, leaving a very stunned Weasley behind. She had taken her own feelings of herself liking Draco out on Ginny. The guilt of the things she said swam into her mind. She was unproud of herself. She disgraced herself.
Tears of guilt and confusion began to fall down her face. She probably just lost a good friend. There is only one way to get Ginny back: forget Malfoy.
Hermione stopped in her tracks and headed back towards Ginny's compartment. She motioned to open the door when the mention of her name stopped her actions.
"You know what Collin? If she wants to play hard ball, than I'm game. Draco will never fall for her."
"Draco sleeps with anything with tits and a vagina." Collin said nonchalantly. The topic was boring to him.
"You misunderstood my meaning, Collin. He will never fall for her if I can help it. I have the perfect plan for getting him first. And believe me, Hermione won't know what hit her."
"Along with the rest of the school. If you turn into a scarlet, do you know how many howlers you'll get?"
"Not if Ron keeps his bloody mouth shut."
"He's not the only one who will say something. What do you think Hermione will do if she figures out your plan?" Collin paused, waiting for it to sink into Ginny's head. He was getting impatient. "For Merlin's sake, Ginny, it isn't that hard to figure out! She will go running to your parents!"
Hermione had heard enough. She barged in and looked at Ginny with complete disgust. "I was going to apologize for what I said but I have another thought in mind," she spat.
"And I care why?" Ginny retorted.
"I bet you three galleons that I get Draco first."
"How do you mean, 'get'?" Ginny asked. She liked the way this was heading. A guarantee of three galleons sounded pretty enticing.
"Whoever holds him down and labels him 'boyfriend' first," Hermione answered.
"I don't know," Ginny pretended to be uninterested.
"Absolutely no rules." Hermione knew that this would get Ginny.
"Are you prepared to lose?" Ginny's question dripped with determination.
"I never lose."
With that said Hermione left the compartment with her head held high. The old Hermione needed to hit the road. If she was going to win Draco and three galleons, she needed a transformation. And she knew just who to go to.
9
"This is wonderful, Collin. Not only will I get Draco, but three galleons to boot. I'll be able to afford new robes for next year."
"How exciting," Collin said unenthusiastically.
"You are a great friend," Ginny replied sarcastically.
9
"Where is Hermione?" Harry asked Ron as they awoke from their nap.
"Don't know and frankly, I don't care," replied Ron groggily.
"She is our friend, Ron, how can you say that?"
"Because all she cares about is herself and Draco."
9
Draco stepped out from the bathroom feeling a little better. He needed to talk to the only trustworthy friend he had: Blaise. He guessed that he was in the compartment he used every year and walked into number one. But he did not see what he was expecting to see, instead he saw Pansy snogging his best friend senseless.
"Pansy, be the good dog that you are and leave." Draco muttered as he sat down.
A disheveled looking Blaise looked beyond the disgusting piece of trash and into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. "How can you stoop so low?" Draco asked, disgusted.
Pansy sighed and hopped off of Blaise. "You are an asshole." Pansy muttered as she sat beside Zabini.
"At least mine is of normal size," Draco retorted. "Anyway, you aren't important. Could you excuse us?"
Pansy looked to Blaise and he nodded for her to leave. "Fine," she snapped and left the compartment in rage.
"What's the problem?" Blaise asked with slight concern.
"I have feelings for Granger."
"You say it so easily."
"Yeah, well that's what happens when you've finally excepted something so disgraceful."
"What will your father say?"
"I don't want to think about that. Anyway, it's not like I'm going to make any moves."
"You should."
"What? Why?" Draco asked, shocked.
"Because being tied down will be good for you."
"Draco Malfoy does not 'tie down'."
"Exactly. I think you need a change."
"Why did I even come to you?" Draco asked rhetorically as he motioned to leave.
"Just consider it," Blaise called after the retreating Malfoy. "By the way, can you send Parkinson back in here, I was about to hit it."
"Don't make me spew, Zabini. Warn me before you say something so nauseating."
A/N: That's all for now folks. Please review! Thanks to all my readers!
