(Demented Chapter Number Four)
Draco was in bed. Since the author of this story didn't feel like building up any detailed suspense...he heard a loud noise behind him. It sounded like the heavy breathing of -
"I smell Moodblood!"
"Damn you, Draco, do you have to always ruin the moment?"
"Moment? Moment? There has never been a 'moment', Granger, nor will there ever be one. Now get out of my room before I have to kill you."
And then, in an attempt to disprove all theories of Draco/Mudblood relations, Hermione pulled out her wand and killed Draco.
