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"Why must you torture me so?" Hermione sat up and looked at Draco.
"Because I find it oddly pleasing...why else?" Draco mocked.
"Synical bastard."
"Mudblooded Bitch"
"AH! Shut up you stupid ferret."
"No! I dont take orders from mudbloods"
"And I dont take orders from animals"
"QUIET! THIS INSTANT!" Snape yelled from the portrait door, "If even prefects can't work together, then I shudder to think as to what this entire school is becoming...10 from each house, AND NO MORE ARGUING...Now...where may I find Mr.Finnigan?"
All Hermione could do was point up the boys staircase, While draco attempted to smother a laugh. As Snape walked up the stairs, Draco let out a burst of laughter.
"What the hell is wrong with you ferret? We just lost points! There is no humor in that..." Hermione Stated firmly.
"Oh yes there is...You should have seen the look on you're face...It was priceless: Draco laughed while looking down at his notes again.
"You know what? You are the most...Pompus, synical, ignorant Ferret I have ever met!" Hermione Yelled at draco.
"And Im probably the ONLY Pompus, synical igborant ferret you have ever met..." Draco Looked at his watch, " Time for dinner"
"So?"
"So I'm hungry...Time for dinner..."
"Yet again...so? I can just go down to the kitchens later..."
"And have a repeat of last week? I dont think so...you're coming to dinner"
"Nein, Neit, Nyanka and NO! I want to stay and finish my work, I want a good grade...and I want to pass...So YOU go and eat and I'LL stay here...get that?"
"Fine...suit yourself Granger...You can starve for all I care" As draco walked out the door, hermione shouted at him
"I WONT STARVE! I CAN GO TO THE BLOODY KITCHEN!...Damn him..." Hermione went back to her paper.
At Dinner
Draco sat the the prefects table. The floating candles giving off an eerie glare. Sitting, he could only think of the assignment. The properties of the cloaking potion...What were the properties again?
"Unicorn hair, a pint of aged imp blood, snake skin, snake skin...bloody hell! I can't remember the damn properties..." Draco sighed heavily to himself. He was never going to get this down by thursday. Still in the process of thinking, the wheels in motion abruptly stopped as a high pitched voice made him stop and look up.
"Hi baby." Tabatha Lance sat next to him loking over his shoulder.
"Hey sexy. Where were you?" Draco avverted his eyes from his notes to Tabatha's cleavage.
"Well, hey...I'm up her sweetie. Anyway, I was in my room when I realized I had forgotten to fix it up a little...So, I decided to go and fix that. But I have yet to see yours...I can't to either...So can we?" Her baby blue eyes shone with mischeif, her black eyebrows wiggling.
"Sure baby..." Draco said leaning in to kiss her. He put his thing's in his bag, Grabbed Tabatha's arm and ran out of the great hall. He was in the mood for a nice go.
Hermione was now sitting on her gryffindor couch, in her common room, when the portrait hole opened. But only a bag was shoved through, closley followed by two people that looked as though they'ed had thier lips glued together. Hermione rolled her eyes, and went back to, "And then there were none." A muggle book her parents had reffered. Moaning and gasping had ensued behind her, so she threw her book right behind her, nailing the unsuspecting couple in the the heads.
"Ouch! What the hell?" Tabatha looked around and saw a brown frizzy head of hair bobbing up and down from the fit of laughter, "Oh, so you think it's funny? Stupid mudblood, get you're shit straight... I'm you're superior, you have no right to disregard me like that."
"If by supirior you mean by getting good grade by hitting on some of the teachers, being a slut and being the daughter of a deatheater, then congradulations, not only are you better, but you're also an idiot." Hermione replied getting up.
"Draco! Did you hear what she just said to me! What are you going to do about it?" Tabatha whined looking up at draco. He, on the other hand, looked cool and calm.
"No need to do anything Tabatha, her comments shouldn't even affect you...I mean, after all..she's only saying those things because she's clearly jealous that you can get laid." Draco looked at Hermione, clearly wanting to set her off.
"Well Malfoy, that maybe true, I have morrals, unlike you cold hearted bastards who only marry for money and power, Now if you two would enjoy to coninue you're snogging, I would be happy to go to my room..." Hermione picked up her book and walked up the girls staircase.
"Stupid Mudbloods."
Breakfast
Yawning, Harry sat at the gryffindor table, trying not to let his head fall on rons shoudler. Ron, himself, was also trying not to fall onto the empty seat next to him. Hermione on the other hand, practicly bounced in, humming to herself. Sitting down she pulled out a book and started to read.
"I don't get it...When the hell do you eat? You're always reading or working... bloody hell.. I don't even think you sleep..." Ron stated as he looked up at her wearily.
"Well Ron, If you'd stay in the prefects common room instead of the Gryffindors, Like you're suppossed to, then you'd realize that I go to the kitchens when I'm hungry, and I sleep quite nicley." Hermione said, peeking up from her book.
"what I don't understand, Is how you could be so chipper... It's bloody well time that you join us in being groggy and miserable in the moring." Harry spoke up from his spot infront of Hermione.
"Plus, you're not even suppossed to be in the kitchens And were suppossed to be siting at the prefects table right now. Dear lord Harry, We've created a monster!" Ron grinned while taking a bite of Porriage.
"Amusing, very amusing. But, I don;t feel like even looking at Malfoy today." Hermione spat his name.
"What the hell did he do to you? I swear I'll have his head!" Ron yelled as he glared over at the Prefects table.
"It was nothing Ron, That thing and That Cow Lanceford, came into the common room lastnight, snogging and moaning for the life of them, so I threw a book at them...I have a nice shot by the way. It was onlt the usual banter. Mudblood, whore, that kind of thing." Hermione said thoughtfully, going back to her book.
"One of these day..." Harry said, glaring maliciously at Draco.
"Good and well as all of this maybe..I have yet more bad news for you. You all have potions first... Have fun." She said, nibbling on a peice of toast.
"What? Snape first? I think I'd rather Umbridge... Wait, no...scratch that... nevermind." Ron looked a sad greenish color. Since hermione had switched her schedual, she had found out the hard way that she had 4 of her 5 classes with Draco.
"Yes well, atleast you don't have Malfoy in most, if not all, of you're classes." Hermione said, standing to leave.
"Where are you off to?" Harry asked, looking at her.
"Off to the library, then to Defense againt the Dark arts. Later then." Hermione waved behind her as she walked through the double doors.
Draco, throughly please with himself, looked over at Tabatha, who was sitting over at the slytherin table, giggling with some of the other girls. Blaise was the only other one at the table. He had yet to crack her, but he wouldn't quit trying. She Is quite the beautifly girl. Her Black and pink hair, her red eyes, and her breasts...he just couldn't let something that good pass him by. Draco opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.
"No" Blaise said, looking down, picking at her food.
"You don't even know what I was going to say." Draco said, mock hurt in his voice.
"Nor, do I care, If you'll exscuse me, I think I'm going to go get a good seat in HM" Blaise said getting her bag and walking off. (HMHistory of Magic)
"Damnit... OH well...Time for a smoke." Draco looked at his watch and got up to go the Prefects common room.
Library
Hermione, writing notes down, Looked up to see the time.
"BLOODY HELL! Im going to be late!" Hermione scrambled to get her things gathered together. She Rushed out of the Library, up 2 flights of stairs and through a Corridor, only To run into a whole group of people, piled infront of the DADA room.
"What in the bloody hell is going on here?" Hermione grumbled.
"How the hell should we know Granger?" Draco spoke from infront of her.
"Argh, I don't think I was talking to you Malfoy." Hermione grumbled to him.
"Well, You never specified who the quesiton was to, So, naturally, I answered." Draco said, looking a bit pleased with himself.
"I was talking to myself." HErmione said shoving past him.
"Then, you're stranger then I thought." Draco announced to her, just as the door to the DADA room flung open.
"Sorry children, but I have to cancle class for today... We've had a bit of a problem with the Vampire bats, and we don't need any of you getting infected. So Either go back to you're common rooms, or the library. I'm hoping I can trust all of my 6th year students. Good day." Professor Mintleing, A short older woman with glasses spoke with a bit of a stutter. She seems quite scared as she closed the door behind her.
"Damnit! now I won't be able to turn in my assignment... I guess I could always go back and revise some of it.." Hermione walked away from the murmurming mob, talking to herself yet again.
Draco, in slowly made his way back to the common room behind hermione. Deciding wether or not to run ahead of her and lock her out. As she reached the door Draco watched her very closley. Her hair, not as frizzy as last year, bobbed a bit as she walked. Her posture made her hunch a small bit.
"Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir" She mumbled, going through the portrait. Draco slowly approached the door.
"Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir" Draco spoke loud and clear.
"Sorry son...Password has changed." Rowena spoke, her glasses sliding a tad.
"What?" Draco said, baffled.
"That nicle young lady just changed it. What? Don't tell me you didn't know you could change it?" Godric spoke up.
"Damnit Granger."