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bA/N: I am so sorry! I've been going through some major writers block. I had absolutely no idea how I would go on with my plot. I, finally, got inspired and to make it up to you it's the longest chapter I've written. Also, this is where the plot thickens. I would like to thank everyone that's reviewed! Not one goes unread, and I want to thank my friends. Reviews would be wonderful and constructive criticism is fine as well. I hope you enjoy. And here we go.../b

I never thought I'd see this....no. Never. That's saying a lot since I've seen people tourted, killed and

in excurciating pain. But this? It just didn't make sense. And now I can't stop thinking about it. Ugh.

I can tell you're confused. Here's what happened.

After I left Saint Potter and his annoying red-haired friend, I pondered myself why I asked where Granger was. I mean, she is a dirty Mudblood who should be kicked out of school and humiliated daily, and I was a rich, clean Pureblood. We never ask where the other was. That's how it went.

I was born to hate Mudbloods. Period. I mean, when you have this stunning smile, you don't want a dirty Mudblood around you to damper it. So why did that question roll off my tounge? Was I subconsciously thinking about her? I highly doubt it. I would bnever/b do such a thing.

Thinking that I really would have to go to St. Mungo's, I went to the Syltherin Dungeon. I found all of my fellow 6th years all in one corner. Unfortunately, Pansy saw me before I could creep to my dormitory.

"Oooooh Draco! You're the perfect person for this! Come over here!" Seeing her dog-like face grinning from ear to ear, I knew she obviously wouldn't give up. I was quite annoyed and figured I'd just play along. I reluctantly went over to their little corner.

"What do you want...I have a number of things to do and am quite agitated. So if you'd hurry, that'd be great." Maybe she'd get the message.

"Draco, would you shut it for one second so I can figure exactly how you're going to do this." Blaise retorted to me. I glared at her, obviously she was going through some serious PMS.

"And what might that be? Steal food for your precious Vincent?" Crabbe gave me a befuddled look, then eyed Blaise up and down like she was his next chocolate cake. Hah! That was great...I love sturring up trouble.

"No! You big-mouthed git. We want to cause a little mayhem for the Gryfinndors." She showed off an evil grin one similar to my notorious smirk. What a copy-cating bitch.

"Isn't that what we always do?"

"Well...yes. But this time we'r-- you are going to go behind enemy lines."

"You want me to go in their tower? That's not a bad idea. Did you come up with that one all by yourself?" I asked her in a taunting voice.

"Actually, yes. I figured since they win the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup every year, we'd give them our own token of...appreciation. You need to somehow sneak in there, make destruction, then split before a professor comes. You up to it?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind justifying some means..."

"Great! Go now before it's bloody too late. I want this done as soon as possible." Blaise told me in a bossy tone and shoved me forward.

As I made my way to the Entrance Hall, I figured I'd use a dark spell my father taught me before my 5th year. It made you invisible for 2 hours. It was a highly used Death Eater charm, mostly used for attacks on neighborhoods. As I completed it, I started heading up the staircase. I knew from past experiences the Gryfinndor's common room was somewhere on the 7th floor.

After my 6th flight of stairs, I saw someone I never thought I'd be happy to see. It was that Longbottom kid. The answer to my prayers. I stealthily followed him to a portrait of an ugly, repulsive, fat woman where he stopped to think. I figured this waste of canvas was the entrance of their common room and stood there waiting for Longbottom to recite the bloody password.

"Uh...I just heard 5 minutes ago. Um....In-ingrate? No...Ingratiate! That's it!" He practically yelled the last bit evidently in triumph. I rolled my eyes and hurried in before the disgusting painting locked me out.

Once I was inside, the sight in front of me made my eyes bulge. I was suddenly in this round, warm room with random overstuffed chairs and polished wooden tables were scattered all around. The colors of scarlet and gold blended together perfectly. People in here seemed laid-back and carefree. And the chairs looked so comfortable. Their common room could give ours a run for it's money.

No, I didn't say that! It was crawling with Gryfinndor scum! That's exactly what I meant...Anyways, that's not the point. The point was I got in there and looked around for some possible targets. I turned to see who all was here when a patch of red caught my eye. It was that Weasel girl. She'd make an excellent target. Hell, even Riddle thought so.

I made my way toward her...thinking I could frighten her out of her wits by hitting her with this tennis ball sized silver marble in my pocket...but I heard a sob. Then I noticed some bushy hair behind the Weasel. It was Granger...and she was crying. Oh, that was too good to be true..or was it? She looked kind of hopeless. Something, don't ask me where in the hell it came from, wanted to make her stop.

"Why do you let this bother you? You're always telling us to just ignore him. I don't get it." Who was the red-haired girl talking about?

"It was just different this time. I know he's called me dreadful things before, it's just different, Ginny. I can't explain it. He completely ruined my whole self-esteem. What if people really did think I was a good memorizer? Or worse, what if he's right? That I'm not smart at all." Oh! They were talking about me! Hah, I figured that it could get interesting...but I didn't think that I'd make her cry. I mean she's—never mind. Uh, moving on....

"Of course you are! You know how many people tell you how clever you are! You can't get that out of books and you know it. I don't think that's the only thing bothering you."

"Ginny, you're a clever one too. You're right, that's not all that's bothering me but it's okay. I don't really want to talk about it." Of course, leave it to Granger to ruin all the fun...it was getting good too.

"It's not good to keep it in though, 'Mione."

"Yes...even so, Ginny. You'll laugh...and I'm not even really sure of it. I mean we're talking about Draco Malfoy here." The suspense was killing me. I was ready to strangle Granger if she didn't say anything soon.

"Exactly, it's not like it's life altering...it's just the narrow-minded, yet not to mention terribly-good-looking git from Slytherin." ....To this moment, 2 hours afterward, I still can't tell if that was an insult or a compliment.

"That's the problem, Ginny!" At that moment, Mudblood but her hand over the other girl's mouth and I would soon know why. "I think I might...like him. A lot."