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Chapter Eight: Degrading Revenge

After the meeting and his last class Draco headed to the Slytherin Common Room, in well… high spirits. He didn't know why, only that he liked the feeling. The weekend looked to be a good one, considering the last ones were not all that good.

Draco murmured the password and the wall opened with the familiar rumble of rocks moving. As he walked in, he was welcomed by I truly horrendous sight – Pansy on the lounge facing the entrance in nothing more than a see through nightgown with bra and underwear underneath. Pansy smiled, in what she must of figured to be a seductive grin, when it really looked like… something Draco couldn't define.

"Oh Draco," she purred, "I've come to the conclusion that your mood swings have to do with… being in need of sexual desires... I'm here to help you."

Draco raised his eyebrow in disgust, "How about you go find Zabini. He'll help you."

Pansy sat up and got up from the lounge and sauntered over Draco. Draco crossed his arms and glared at her, but still Pansy did not get the message.

She walked around him, noticing all the guys looking at her with hunger in there eyes. Draco rolled his eyes, yes he knew he used to just like them – screwing Pansy willingly, or any other girl he winked at. But something had changed in a short period; he didn't exactly know what, but one person was responsible for it.

"Listen Pansy," snarled Draco grabbing her by the arms and looking her directly in the eyes, "I don't need to screw you, or any other girl for that matter."

"That's because he is so interested in Granger," came a drawling voice behind Draco and Pansy.

Draco released Pansy and spun around, glaring at Zabini.

"Yes you see, dear Draco and the mudblood are bestfriend's. They have long chats about many things. Soon they'll be announcing they are a couple."

"Leave Hermione alone. What has she ever done to you, Zabini?" snapped Draco.

"She insulted me yesterday Malfoy. And you… punching me. Who the hell do you think you are these days?"

"You deserved what Hermione said to you and the punch from me."

"You see Pansy," drawled Blaise walking over to a confused Pansy and placing his arm around her shoulders, "Draco doesn't love you anymore-"

"I never did!"

"- He is in love with Mudblood Granger."

Pansy looked at Draco devastated, and then the look of complete anger mixed with hatred took over. She stomped over to the lounge and grabbed a robe she had placed there and pulled in on, tying the robe rope up and turned to glare at Draco.

"You will regret leaving me for her Malfoy," snarled Pansy, speaking in a normal sounding voice for once in a LONG time, "Believe me when I say siding with that TRASH is the biggest mistake you will ever make."

Draco looked at Pansy stunned as she pushed past him roughly and stormed up the girl dormitory stairs.

"Hmm, she sounds serious," smirked Blaise.

"I really don't care what she does, Zabini."

With that Draco walked up the boys dormitory staircase to his room, to prepare for his detention.

!D!

"Mr Malfoy, good, you're here on time," said McGonagall crisply stepping away from her office door to let Draco in.

Draco walked past her and stood in the middle of her office. He watched as the Head of Gryffindor House walked to her desk and sat down before looking up at him.

"Now. Tonight you shall be helping Madam Pince stack returned books on their proper shelf in alphabetical order. The detention will go from the time you arrive there till midnight. Tomorrow night you will report to Professor Hagrid's hut at 6 PM sharp. Understand?"

"Yes Professor," nodded Draco.

McGonagall frowned – obviously she was expecting some Malfoy cheek. But she nodded nonetheless and waved her hand, dismissing him.

Draco left and headed to the library his thoughts floating to Pansy's comment earlier that afternoon. What did she mean by regret? How could Draco possibly regret Pansy finding out he didn't lover her – well he never did love her, who could?

Draco sighed. Pansy seemed too ditzy to threaten him or harm him in anyway. But would she harm Hermione?

Suddenly Draco felt panicked and… afraid. Still being a Malfoy he pushed the feelings away. No, Hermione was a friend. Not anything else, he was positive of that.

Standing outside the Library doors Draco took a deep breath and pushed them open and walked in.

Madam Pince came bustling towards him, giving him her normal cold look, "Draco Malfoy, no doubt. Everyone else is at the Great Hall eating. Now," she said dumping an armload of books in his arms, unbalancing him a little, "These go in the Potion textbooks section. They go in alphabetical order and the area of Potions they cover, such as potion making ingredients. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," nodded Draco shifting the weight of the books in his arms.

"Good now get too it."

Draco just nodded and stumbled down the isles with the books in his arms to the Potions section, which happened to be the last two long rows. Draco tripped on a loose floor stone and dropped the books.

"Oh crap!" groaned Draco kneeling down to pick them all up.

"Need some help?"

Draco looked up to see Ginny Weasley.

"You want to help me?" asked Draco stunned.

"Actually I need to talk to you… about Hermione."

Draco just nodded and Weasley bent down and helped pick the books up and carry them to the Potions section, then set them on the table next to Draco's lot. Draco started placing the books on the shelf in correct order and area. Weasley stood still, obviously not knowing where to start.

"Well, you wanted to talk to me about Hermione, talk then," drawled Draco.

He just knew the Weasley girl was glaring at him now – he loved annoying the Weasley's and Potter that would never change.

"Where are you taking things with Hermione?" she asked coolly.

"What do you mean?"

"Malfoy are you just leading her on, only to break her heart?"

Draco jammed the book he was holding into the shelf and spun around, glaring at Weasley, "No, I'm not. Hermione is my friend, okay?"

"Nothing more?"

"No. Nothing more. Ask Hermione."

"I did and she said tha- never mind."

Draco frowned, "What?"

"It was nothing. Just don't hurt her okay? She deserves the best."

"Why does everyone act like she is… on her death bed or something?"

Weasley paled then took a deep breath, "Treat her well."

Draco just frowned confused and watched the Weasley girl walk out. What on earth was going on around here?

!D!

Finally midnight came and Draco was sore in the arms and dead tired. He left the library thinking nothing else but of going to bed and sleeping for a week. But that wasn't going to be the case. As soon as Draco stepped into the corridor, he regretted it immediately. Written all over the corridor's walls was MUDBLOOD GRANGER GRYFFINDOR WHORE! Beside the words was a large picture of a moving Hermione, in her uniform, with devils ears painted on her head like a headband and a devilish grin, magically placed on her face. Her movements in the picture were seductive and would please the male population of Hogwarts – but it didn't please Draco.

He ran down the corridor only to see the words and pictures repeated over and over again on the walls. How could he get rid of this before the morning?

He couldn't and he knew this would devastate Hermione and ruin her reputation as many would plainly think she took the photo like that willingly.

"What do I do?" groaned Draco, his body aching for rest but his mind wanting to find a solution.

"Mr Malfoy! Did you do this?"

Draco spun around to see a very infuriated McGonagall, "No Professor! I was in the library doing my detention and I left to find this! I would never do this too Hermione!"

"He was Minerva," came Madam Pince's voice behind him, "The whole evening."

"Than who did this?"

Suddenly Draco's mind struck gold. Pansy. Blaise. Who else?

"Mr Malfoy, please go to your Common Room. We will try and find a way to get rid of this before morning," said McGonagall.

Draco nodded and hurried away, heading to the Slytherin Chambers. Blaise and Pansy were dead meat.

Draco ran his hand along the stonewall as he ran down the stairs into the dungeons quickly. His shadow changed size with any turn he took. Finally he reached the Slytherin Entrance. He bent over clutching a hand to his ribcage in order to catch his breath.

"P-pureblood," he stammered out breathlessly.

The wall creaked in reply and rumbled as it moved, allowing him in. Draco stood up right and walked in too see Pansy and Blaise sitting at a table near the fireplace, talking quietly. They hadn't noticed him, which pleased him greatly. The element of surprise was one of his favorite ways to start his torture.

Silently he pulled his wand out and pointed it at the fireplace.

"Glacis," he muttered making the fire cease to exist immediately.

"What the hell?" cried Blaise into the darkness.

Draco smirked as Pansy coughed from the smoke that blew of the fire when he made it go out. With a smirk playing on his lips he crept around the furniture till he had a good view of the table Blaise and Pansy were at.

"Who put the fire out?" asked Pansy, the hint of fear in her normal sounding voice – a voice, which Draco wasn't, used too hearing.

"How would I know Pansy?" snapped Blaise annoyed at her.

"Incendio," whispered Draco at the rolls of parchment Draco could see through the darkness.

Pansy jumped back, out of her chair screaming as the rolls lit up in flames. Blaise swore getting out of his chair and pulling his wand out of his robe pocket. Draco stepped forward, allowing the light of the flames show his figure.

"Malfoy," said Blaise calmly, "Should've guessed it was you."

"Then why do you look like you're about to piss your pants?" replied Draco smirking, but as quick as the smirk appeared it was replaced with a look of total resentment, "I saw what you two have done to the school. And I don't find it entertaining at all. I find it degrading, not only to Hermione, but degrading that you two could stoop so low to get back at me!"

"That little witch has had it coming to her since Day one of first year!" snarled Pansy, now gripping her wand so tight her knuckled were going white, "She's nothing but a know it all bitch!"

"Tell me, Pansy," spoke Draco in a deathly calm voice as he stalked towards her slowly, "What has Hermione done to you personally?"

Pansy looked at Draco silent before looking at Blaise, who too was silent.

"Precisely. You have no reason to hold a grudge against her; in fact your grudge is against me. So there is no reason for you to have put those fake photos of her all over to school along with the degrading words. Have you no idea how hard she has worked to get where she is?"

"Do you love her or something?" yelled Blaise angrily, "You speak so fondly of her, its sickening! The way you say her name, the look on your face… love is disgusting and a emotion your father told you too NEVER feel."

"My father is nothing but a hypocrite. He did love my mother before that pathetic scum Voldemort came into the picture."

"Your father knew where his loyalty should be, unlike yourself."

Draco glared at Blaise with such venom that Pansy grabbed Blaise's robe sleeve in fear.

"My loyalty is none of your business, Zabini. But let this be your business: leave Hermione alone or you will pay – dearly."

With that Draco turned and walked up the boys dorm stairs praying that the teachers would find away to clear that mess before the next morning.

!D!

The next morning, loud chatting outside his dormitory waked Draco. Grumbling he rolled over and looked at his clock beside his bed only to see it was half past seven. Muttering about ways to murder the annoying brats in his house, Draco dressed for the day ahead. Just as he was pulling on his shoes the previous nights happenings flooded back into his mind like a flash flood.

Hurriedly he tied his shoelaces and opened his bedroom door only to be cheered at. Draco frowned at them all in confusion.

"Good going man!"

"What do you mean?"

"Blaise told us what you did to get back at the mudblood, you know with those pictures of her and the graffiti on the walls."

"I didn't do that. Blaise and Pansy did," snapped Draco angrily shoving past the male students, "AND I'M NOT LYING!"

The boys fell silent in shock as Draco raced down the dorm stairs, pure anger pumping through his veins. The teachers hadn't got rid of it, meaning the whole school would've seen the Blaise and Pansy's 'art' work. Including Hermione.

Draco grabbed the nearest guy from his year, Christopher Hyde. Christopher looked at him startled as Draco slammed him against the wall.

"Where are Blaise and Pansy?" snarled Draco.

"Great Hall."

Draco released Christopher, "Thanks… sorry if I hurt you."

Before Christopher could say another word Draco exited the Slytherin Common Room and started running up the corridor towards the winding staircase. Once at the staircase Draco ran up it, skipping every second step.

"Please let Hermione not be up yet," prayed Draco as he raced across the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall.

No such luck. There sitting at the Gryffindor table was a tearful Hermione in between a fuming male Weasley and Potter. The two looked up at Draco, as stood up.

"Oh shit," whispered Draco as they stalked towards him followed by Hermione.

Draco looked around to see the whole school focused on him, including the silent Professors.

"I knew your kindness to Hermione was to good to be true!" snarled Weasley clenching his fists.

Draco looked past the two angry male Gryffindor's at a hurt looking Hermione, "Hermione. I didn't do this! I swear I have nothing to do with it! It was Zabini and Parkinson, ask McGonagall and Pince… they wil tell you I didn't do it! I would never hurt you."

Hermione looked at Draco doubtfully. Draco couldn't blame her doubt, they'd only been friends for a short time, yet he really wanted Hermione to believe him, he didn't understand why, but to loose her friendship would kill him.

"I'm telling the truth," said Draco pleadingly, just as two familiar figures caught his eye.

Draco and the three Gryffindor's all looked at them at the same time.

"You two," growled Draco stalking towards them, fists clenched tightly.

Hurriedly, Professors started running down from the teacher's table, but Draco ignored them as he grabbed Blaise and pulled him up from his seat and flung him around and onto his plate.

"Happy?" snarled Draco lifting Blaise up and slamming him back on the table, "Does it please you to see how much you've hurt Hermione?"

Suddenly two small hands grabbed Draco's arm and tried to pull him off Blaise.

"Draco, don't," came Hermione's pleading voice, "He's not worth it. Don't loose your head boy position over something so stupid."

Draco released Blaise after dropping him onto the table again. He stepped back breathing hard and looked at Hermione, "This isn't stupid Hermione. He degraded you."

"But you are stooping yourself to his level if you hit him."

Draco sighed and looked at Blaise, then at Pansy before saying, "You both are lucky… so lucky."

"I take it, Mr Malfoy," came Dumbledore's voice beside him, "That Miss Parkinson and Mr Zabini are both behind the hurtful vandalism about Miss Granger all over the school?"

Draco glared at the two pathetic humans before him and nodded, "Yes Professor, they are."

Dumbledore nodded and turned to Snape, "Severus, could you please escort Miss Parkinson and Mr Zabini to my office. And Minerva could you kindly inform Argus to use the potion I gave him to remove the vandalism."

Both McGonagall and Snape quickly did as they were told, just as Hermione fainted. Before she hit the ground Draco caught her and was shocked to see how pale she was.

"I'll go get Pompfrey," said Potter before running off in a fast sprint.

"Professors," said Dumbledore, "Get the students out of here quickly. Mr Malfoy, you had best go as well."

"What's wrong with her?" demanded Draco, "This is the second time she has fainted around me! Something is wrong with her!"

"Mr Malfoy, please. You are Head Boy and it is your duty to help the Professors get the students out of the hall."

Weasley knelt down beside him and Draco eased Hermione out of his arms and into Weasley's. Reluctantly he stood up and with one more look at Hermione, ran off to help the Professor's.

But he knew, something was wrong.

A/N: There you all go! And I am very happy. Why? Because I got a kitten! Yes, her name is Lita and my mother got one as well and her name is Bella. Also I just finished was WWE Backlash! And it was awesome! The final match between Batista and Triple H was so suspenseful! Well… review!

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