Author's Note:

DMHG4ever: Thanks! I'm hoping this one ends up being better then my other fics which some of them you happened to like as well. But we'll see!

dmwzrdbabe12: Oh my God, I know! The person that I got that from has the most annoying way of eating…his whole family eats like that!

JADECOWAN: Thanks so much Jade, I hope you like this next chapter!

Chapter Three

Hermione woke up sweaty and light headed on that Saturday morning. She remembered falling asleep in that menace's arms the night before. What a pervert! He touched my boob!, Hermione thought. She sat up realizing he had left her in her wet clothes. What a dumb-ass! He should have put me by the fire so I could have at least dried out!

Hermione huffed as she got up, feeling sick to her stomach. She went to the common room and saw Draco reading a book which was unlikely. "How can you enjoy reading? It's so….boring!" Hermione turned around covering her mouth. She ran into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. Draco smirked at the sound.

Hermionecoughed, her vision getting blurry. She got back up hearing Malfoy laughing. She ran out into the common room angry at him. "Shut up, Malfoy. Stop laughing, it's your fault I'm sick!"

"How in the hell is it my fault?" He asked turning to her.

"You left me in my wet clothes!"

"Well I wasn't going to take them off and put new ones on you! That'd be gross." Draco told her.

"Well you could have laid my down by the fire instead, so I wouldn't get pneumonia."

"You don't have pneumonia!"

"I could get it!"

"Shut up, no you couldn't."

"Yes I could," She wanted to make him as mad as she was. She wanted to pull the trigger on his jokes. She was sick of them. "Goddamnit, Malfoy, laugh about me getting ill and then watch your mom get ill!" Draco's fire started to spark. "Pneumonia can kill you! Will you laugh after I die! Will you laugh after your mom dies?" Draco got up throwing the book at the wall. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the wall.

"I told you to stop! I told you to stop this shit, Granger! This is bullshit!" She didn't show a sign of being anxious. "It's not funny and never was!"

"Did I say it was funny?" Hermione yelled into his face.

"I don't care if you did, I've told you everything about me Granger so don't go ruining it for yourself! Don't make me-"

"What, kill me?" Hermione asked through grinded teeth. "You didn't kill me the first or the second time; you said you wouldn't ever kill anyone. What would you do, Malfoy? Rape me? Al-fucking-most! What are you going to do?"

Draco threw her to the floor like he had done the other day. She winced in pain as he got on top of her. He grabbed a pocket knife out of his pocket and took her wrist. She screamed, finally frightened of him. She struggle to get out of his grip, tears emerging from her eyes faster then she could say 'slice!' Draco touched the palm of her hand with the blade. He slowly ran the bladeacross her palm watching the blood flow out. She screamed bloody Mary.

"Draco, stop!"

"That's what it feels like, Hermione! When ever you say something that hurts me, that's what it feels like!" He threw the knife at the wall.

"Draco, stop, please! I didn't mean it!" Draco got off of her slowly and watched her get up and run to her room. She slammed the door and locked it. She fell to the ground and looked at the cut flowing with blood.

"I hate, you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!" Hermione screamed.

Draco was sweaty and depressed and hated and he hated Hermione Granger. He hated her; he should have killed her when he had the chance. That bloody bitch.

Draco got up and went to her door. He could hear her sobbing in pain. Draco took the knob and turned it lightly, whispering "alohamora". He opened the door and saw Hermione sitting on the floor. Blood was everywhere; he hated her though so it didn't matter.

"Get out of here, Malfoy." Hermione whispered backing away from the door. He looked at her and all of the sudden a wave of guilt crashed down on him. He got down on the floor in front of her, gently taking her bloody hand. He placed her hand on his cheek his lips hardly touching her wounded palm.

"It's going to be alright, Granger." Hermione believed him and nodded. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She was weak and he could tell.

"Why would you do something like that to me?" Hermione asked still crying.

"To teach you what it feels like to be hurt." Draco whispered, feeling her hand on his chest. He knew she was getting blood all over his nice white shirt, but he didn't care about his clothes around her because she wasn't all that special.

Hermione quietly hummed a song, the tune sounding very sad. "So let's play doctor babe, we'll operate today. Incisions must be made. You could help solve this case
for me..." She sang into his ear softly. He knew he had hurt her emotionally. He had failed her.

"I'm sorry," he confessed to her. Her hands dragged along in his air, tugging lightly, blood still getting everywhere. She kept humming the simple melody into his ear. He loved the sound of her voice. It was quiet and sweet but haunting, the way he liked things, kind of bittersweet.

The moment was gone just like that as 8 o'clock came. Hermione walked into the sunny court yard to meet up with all the prefects to tell them their duties. Draco stood next to her glaring at the Gryffindors. He hated every last one of their guts. But they didn't notice, they were too busy paying attention to Hermione's bandaged hand.

"Hermione, what happened to your hand?" Ginny Weasley asked. Hermione stared at her for a few seconds.

"Nothing, I fell last night and scraped my hand up."

"Shya, almost, I bet Malfoy pushed her." A Ravenclaw 5th year whispered to another student. Draco wanted to push him down and show him that he would be way more screwed up if that had happened.

"Anyhow!" Draco coughed up gaining the Ravenclaw's attention. "Joshua Hemming, you duty this week is to clean up all the deer poop on the grounds along with the firefly poop which is a lot." Hermione looked up at Draco.

"That's not what we agreed on Malfoy." She whispered as all the other younger kids laughed at him.

"Hmm, do I care much about Josh Hemming's feeling?" He went into deep thought for a moment. "No, it appears I don't." He grinned at her and turned back.

"Virginia Weasley you are to monitor all the incomings of the school between the hours of 6 A.M. and 9 A.M." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Caleb Larose, to guard the 7th floor from the hours of 9 P.M. to 12 P.M." Caleb Larose happened to be in Slytherin.

"Are you crazy, that's the scariest floor here; all the spooky ghosts haunt up there. They tried to kill me when I first went up there!" Draco said outraged.

"You gave Ginny one of the hardest jobs in the book, Malfoy!"

"How is that hard, all you have to do is stand there for three hours!" Hermione huffed throwing her sheets of papers down on the ground. She stomped into the school angrily. Draco did the same. All the kids picked up the papers and looked at the actual jobs they had to do.

"Yes, I don't have to pick up poop!" Joshua Hemming said.

Draco followed Hermione into the Great Hall where everyone was having lunch. She walked towards Dumbledore and McGonagall.

"Granger!" Draco said grabbing her arm. She pulled away but he pulled back.

"What do you think your doing?"

"Trying to find out if cleaning up deer poop is an actual job for these kids!" Hermione told him. His grip tightened around her arm furiously. She glared at him. "Let go of me, Draco Malfoy or else I will scream." She whispered through gritted teeth.

"Oh try me, Granger. Your scream doesn't make one hair on my whole entire body stand up. You aren't that great of a screamer when it comes to being afraid of someone either." She slapped him across the face. All eyes were on them now. "Remember Hermione, I was your babe. Let's play doctor, babe." He sang quietly.

"Shut the bloody hell up, Malfoy. You were the one holding on to me like you would hold on to your mother, mommy's boy. What are you going to do now, throw me down on the ground so every one can see? Yeah, you wanna be expelled, go right ahead?" Tears burned his eyes. He couldn't stand it anymore, his emotions were surrounding her and she was the only one who could make him shed tears. He let her go and turned around, Hermione feeling terrible.

She ran after him all the way to the dungeons. She found him clenching his fists, trying to hold the tears of pain back. He looked at her, he glowered at her. "Why do you have to do that? What is your problem, Granger! I don't even know how many times I've told you to stop."

"Yeah well did you ever stop hurting me?"

"No, because you kept hurting me! She's coming here today to watch me play Quidditch, would you like to meet her, Granger or would you rather laugh at her."

She stared at him debating whether she should meet the woman who had hated her ever since she heard her name. "You plan on using my first name or what?" Hermione asked. Draco unclenched his fists, Hermione knowing he wasn't so angry anymore.

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Draco was hot on the Golden Snitch's trail and so was Harry. Hermione hadn't really talked to Harry lately. She was too busy with that fool's problems, she hated him all right. She hated him a lot.

Draco turned the corner of a stand as sharp as he could but his broom couldn't match up to Harry's. The end of his broom hit the stand setting him into a twister like spin all the way to the ground. Hermione's heart beat rose but she tried not to care.

"Damn it," Draco whispered as he landed on his back. He looked up into the Gryffindor stands, seeing the only Gryffindor sitting down and looking at him. He got back on his broom however which was permanently damaged. The very end had broken off.

But even before he got 50 feet off the ground, Harry had caught the Snitch. Draco rolled his eyes. He needed a new broom, badly. He thought old school would make a come back, but it just wasn't working out. He got back down to the ground and walked to the locker room, his shoulder and back sore.

Hermione got up and left the stands worried. She ran down to the locker room only to see Draco heading into it. He stopped in front of her. "What do you want, Granger? To make my life hell again?"

"You fell pretty hard," she said.

"Yeah, but it doesn't concern you. Wait here; my mom should be coming down any minute." He walked into the locker room and changed into some sweat pants and a simple Hogwarts Slytherin t-shirt. He was comfortable unlike he had been for the past week. Granger made it so difficult for him to get some peace lately. What was her problem?

He walked out to see his mom standing and waiting. Hermione was sitting on the stairs looking around. She probably hadn't even introduced herself.

"Draco, you played so well." Hermione rolled her eyes and got up as Draco hugged his mom. He played like shit, Hermione thought greedily.

"Thanks mum," He turned around and stared at Hermione. His mother looked at her and grinned. "This is the Head Girl, Hermione Granger."

"Oh," her grin disappeared. Yeah, I'm the mud blood that your son always talks about. Gosh, I feel honored to meet a mother who hates me because I was born from muggle parents.

"How are you?" Hermione asked with a smile. Draco rolled his eyes as they shook hands.

"Great and you?"

"Wonderful," Hermione lied.

"Will you be joining us tonight at dinner in Hogsmeade?" Draco looked at Hermione. Did his mother really want her to come? "It would be nice to learn more about her, Draco. Invite her, she's cute." Hermione wanted to shoot herself. Draco Malfoy's mother had just called her cute. Draco's jaw almost dropped.

Goodness gracious, she is hardly cute. She's a little, annoying bitch!

Who would want to have dinner with Draco Malfoy and his mother? I mean her son hates me and she just called me cute. What is happening to this world?

"Oh, uh, Hermione, I forgot to tell you. My mother is staying the night and we were going to go out to dinner. Would you like to come?"

"Sure, why not?" Hermione said forcing a smile. Oh how she hated her life.

Hermione stepped into the shower of hot steaming water. She couldn't believe she was going out to dinner with Draco Malfoy and his mother. Why did she have to sit there on those steps? Why couldn't she have gone to talk Harry or something? She hadn't even congratulated him! It was insane to be going to dinner with Draco Malfoy. She should have said that she made plans.

Draco slipped on his nice black pants still unable to get the thought of Hermione Granger coming to dinner with him and his mom. His mother walked into the room with his blood splattered shirt. He wanted to slap himself. He took the shirt off in her room which his mother was staying in.

"Draco, what is this?"

"Halloween costume, I think." He said.

"Oh well can you just keep it in her for tonight. That looks like real blood!" She walked out of the room. Draco grabbed the shirt and ripped it up as Hermione stepped out of the bathroom and into his room. He looked at her. She was half naked and…there were no words for Draco's expression.

"Oh my God, I'll go tie my tie out in the common room." He left the room and walked into the other room, slamming the door behind him. But there was one thing missing. His tie, the one thing he needed to look nice tonight.

He walked up to the door and knocked. She opened the door holding his blue tie. He grabbed it and tugged lightly. She had a firm grasp on it.

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the couch tonight. It's uncomfortable and all of your mother's stuff is on it." She whispered, giving him the tie.

"Yeah," he said hot and bothered. "Uhm, looks like I'm sleeping on the couch then." She shut the door in his face and locked it.

Hermione changed into a black halter top dress and pulled the front locks of her hair back into a light pony tail. She looked flawless as she stepped into the perfectly lit common room. Draco was the only one there, afraid to turn around and look at her.

"It's alright I don't look like a beast."

"That'd be a first," Draco said trying to make a joke. She rolled her eyes and looked down. There was a knife still in the wall. She bent over and took the knife out of the wall. Hermione walked up to Draco and handed him the knife in her sliced hand.

"I don't think your mom would wanna see that one." He grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

Before he knew it they were all sitting around a table at the nice new restaurant called 'Fairy Dust Lullabies' which sounded oddly familiar to Draco from his past years of drug trying. He never really liked the fact of drugs though.

They ate, Draco constantly looking at Hermione to see if she was actually taking bites of food. He couldn't believe she was with him and his mother at a nice restaurant actually eating, and eating pasta and bread. The night kept getting stranger by the minute.

"So, Hermione, how is it going with all the interesting Harry Potter stuff?"

"Well, that's a long story. Last year as you probably know we faced you-know-who in our last battle together and I don't know, Harry just stabbed him in the back with his wand and all the little spirits floated out of Voldemort. It was kind of traumatizing. This year has been much quieter for us. We're finally getting some peace and quiet." Narcissa Malfoy nodded and grinned.

"That's great. Draco seemed so worried that there would be a new revolution after that." Draco flushed and Hermione laughed a little.

"You and Draco must be great friends if you live together," she said a few minutes later.

"Well, uhm-" Hermione started.

"Oh, yeah, about friends, well we, uh…" Draco couldn't find the words.

"Are you two more then friends?" Draco thought he was about to hurl. More then friends with Hermione Granger?

"Mum, let's pay for this food and go."

"Well we haven't even had a glass of wine yet!" Mrs. Malfoy said.

"Mum, you can't drink, remember." Draco said getting up. Hermione got up as well and put her sweater on. They exited the restaurant very embarrassed. Mrs. Malfoy had to be crazy.

Once they got back to the school, she seemed exhausted and went straight to bed. Hermione sat in the leather chair feeling sick to her stomach. She shook her head in disgust.

My life just got way weirder…even after I found out that Ron had a previous crush on Pansy Parkinson and that was really weird.

She got up and walked into Draco's bedroom, wanting to go to sleep. She caught him taking off his shirt. He turned around and looked at her.

"No, I will not sleep on that couch. I absolutely refuse to. That is the most uncomfortable couch in the world history! Is like 8,000 years old!"

"Where do you expect me to sleep?" Hermione asked.

"On the floor, this is my room!" Draco said outraged.

"No, you can sleep on one side of the bed and I'll sleep as far away from you as possible. The floor is just about as bad as that stupid couch."

"No way, you aren't sleeping on my bed."

"Shut up, Malfoy. You sure didn't mind sharing five billion hugs with me. She slipped off her dress and Draco watched. Why did she have to do that in his room? He didn't want to see her half naked. She grabbed her pajamas off his bed and put them on real fast.

This was a day Draco Malfoy would surely be petrified from. He hated Hermione Granger and Hermione Granger hated him.

That night Hermione wondered if Draco was asleep. She wondered if he was as scared as she was. Right there, next to each other, so close together. She only hoped his mother didn't go into labor. She smirked at the idea of that.

Draco rolled over, sound asleep. He was taking up pretty much the whole bed. His head was hardly touching Hermione's neck. She could feel his hot breath washing over her. She wanted to slap him. How dare he breathe on her!

Hermione sighed as she turned around to push Draco back to his spot. She pushed on his bare chest and he slowly opened his eyes. She slammed her body to the bed and closed her eyes.

Draco sat up and leaned over her to see if she was asleep. "Let's play doctor, babe." He whispered smirking. What a stupid girl. She didn't move and he figured she was probably asleep.

Morning came fast enough and Mrs. Malfoy had got all of her stuff ready to leave. She knocked on the door to Draco's room. Draco opened his eyes to see his arms around Hermione. Hermione opened her own eyes and felt someone's arms locked around her…then it hit her…she was still in Draco's room.

She looked back and saw him. She rolled over as fast as she could onto the floor and he laughed at her. "Good morning to you to, stupid girl."

"Shut up, Malfoy. I wasn't the one holding onto someone I hated." Draco rolled his eyes, got out of the bed and put on a shirt.

"Draco, I'm getting ready to leave. Come give mummy a hug before I leave." Hermione laughed at him.

"Do you call her 'mummy'?" Draco ignored her and opened the door. He gave her a hug good bye and then she was gone. What a painful night to remember.

Draco walked back into his room to see Hermione still on the ground. "No, I don't call her 'mummy'." Hermione grinned. Draco hated that stupid grin of hers. "What are you laughing at?"

"Does it concern you?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know; if it does I should know though."

"Well it doesn't so you shouldn't know." Hermione lied as she got up and walked into the common room. Draco followed her. She turned around knowing he was there.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Nothing, what do you want?" He asked mischievously. Hermione's eyes widened and she put her hands on her hips.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know…what do you want?" Draco said again.

"Never mind, but listen, I can't do my duties today because I have to go to Hogsmeade to get my honey dew for Potions class."

"You don't have duties today, Granger. It's Sunday, remember? Plus there's honey dew in the kitchen. You can go get it later."

"No, I'd rather go to Hogsmeade." She turned around and Draco grabbed her by the hips. What was he doing? He must have been totally insane. He placed his lips against her milky skin. Hermione turned around and pushed him away.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy? Trying to make out with my neck?" Draco turned red. She shook her head and went into her room. Draco turned around and rubbed his face, walking into a wall.

"What the hell am I doing?" Draco asked himself. He finally found his way to his room.

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Hermione walked into the old store known as "Spirits and Ghosts." It was old and dusty and hadn't been used in about 3 decades. She smiled and breathed in the dusty air, then coughed. She then opened a window and started sweeping up the place.

Hermione sat on the floor, scrubbing it as hard as she could. She checked her watch, it was almost five P.M. She had cleaned the whole place in such a short amount of time. Good job, Hermione.

She got up, and dusted herself off. She was tired and dusty and hungry. Most people were probably wondering where she was by now. "Cleaning out my future sugar shop." Hermione said to herself.

She packed up and walked out into the sunny weather. Hermione was happier then ever. She loved candy and loved the fact of having her very own candy shop in Hogsmeade.

Hermione walked into the Great Hall and saw Lavender Brown hitting on Draco Malfoy. She had done this often and they often made out in Draco's bedroom. Ron was glaring at Draco of course. Hermione sat next to him and smirked.

"You're crazy, Ronald. She's never going to stay put if you don't." Hermione told him, grabbing some Mac and Cheese.

"The only problem is that I have stayed put in the last three weeks." Hermione looked at Ron and her jaw dropped.

"You have stayed put? And she hasn't? How odd," Hermione looked at her, giggling with Draco. Draco grinned and looked over at Hermione. His grin disappeared. She hated him and Lavender, only because she was going to cheat on Ron. Hermione had to do something about it.

She quickly ate her Mac and Cheese, suddenly remembering how gross it tasted. She then got up and ran to the bathroom. Draco watched her run away, knowing she was up to something.

"Hey, I have to go, but meet me in my room at 9 tonight." Draco whispered and then jogged after Hermione. He found her leaning over a trash can in a dark hall way.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Granger? Barfing up your food again?" Hermione finished up and then glared at him.

"Have you ever tasted the Mac and Cheese here, it's disgusting. Plus seeing you with Lavender also helped trigger the vomit."

"Oh shut up, Brown's not that ditzy looking."

"No, I felt bad for her."

"Well you sure didn't mind kissing me." Draco mumbled. "Besides, Weasel-bee doesn't deserve such an advanced girl as herself."

"You mean a slut." Hermione said. "Yeah, that's what I thought, Malfoy. If you two are going to hook up tonight, don't do it in our living quarters because I would sure hate to tell mummy." Draco clenched his fist. "Or perhaps daddy," Draco lifted his fist and tried to hit her, but hit the brick wall instead. The stones cracked sparking dust from the wall. Hermione had darted away from Draco and ran to the common room.

Draco followed after her angrily, sprinting as fast as he could up to the common room. Hermione reached the painting and said the password it opened slowly though. She could see Draco coming up the stairs and laughed anxiously. Hermione got into the common room and Draco was right behind her. She slipped a mint into her mouth right before her pinned her against the wall.

"You bloody bitch," Hermione sniggered.

"All I said was daddy," Draco grinned at her playful expression, but it was all fake. She was just trying to help out Ron. "Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!" Hermione said smiling. She pushed him off of her and ran into her room. She slammed the door in Draco's face and then hid in her closet. Draco opened the door and looked around her room. She was no where in sight but he could hear her giggling in the closet. He opened it up and saw her sitting there laughing.

He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her out of the closet and close to him. "Eww, get away from me, Malfoy!" Hermione said playfully and pulled away. She ran back into the common room, Draco following her.

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him but he caught it. Draco walked up to her and pushed her lightly against the wall.

"Get off me, I hate you, Malfoy!" Hermione yelled laughing as he kissed her neck. Hermione felt her stomach turn as he grabbed the brim of her pants, fondling with her button.

She looked into his eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Don't you- no, never mind. That would be wrong." Draco turned around and headed to his room. Hermione couldn't believe he wanted to. What was he thinking?

"I wouldn't want to be your slut." Hermione said. Draco turned around scratching his head confused.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I wouldn't sleep with you even if I did like you, Malfoy. You'd tell every one or make up some dumb rumor. You're a shallow hearted person who can only think of their self." Hermione knew by telling the truth she was creating friction between them.

"So now your telling me I can't think of any body else but my shallow hearted self? Sound's a lot like you, Granger. Always talking about my mother in vein."

"You're lucky I haven't said anything about your father."

"You wouldn't even dare, Granger." He turned around

"Try me, Malfoy. I'm not scared of you."

"You don't have to be scared of me, Granger. But it will end up hurting you in the end."

"End of what? My life, you're gonna kill me?"

"Shut up, Granger. We've already been through this."

"Been through what? The fact that your dad beats on your mother."

"Shut up!" Draco yelled. He grabbed her by the wrist but she locked and her legs.

"You always want to do this to me, Malfoy. And this is where it's going to stop."

Draco glared at her. "No, it's not going to stop here." He whipped her around and pinned her against the ground. Hermione pushed on his chest, pounding her legs against the floor. He pulled out a knife and Hermione swallowed her fear and she slid her hand under herself, grabbing her wand from her back pocket.

Hermione lashed out her wand from underneath her and then pointed it at Draco's throat. "I told you this is where it stopped." She whispered. He looked down at her and dropped his knife. Hermione grabbed the knife, closed it up, lifted herself up still under Draco, and shoved it in her back pocket.

Hermione dropped her wand out of breath and stared at him. He licked his lips just as the portrait opened up and in walked Ron and Harry. They both stared wide eyed at Draco and Hermione.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Harry asked. "Get off of her, Malfoy." He walked up to Draco and pulled him off of Hermione. They matched up pretty well, since Harry had finally reached the climax of puberty.

"Harry, don't, it's not what you think. I can explain!" Hermione yelled as Ron helped her up. Harry didn't listen though; he only slammed his fist into the side of Draco's face. Draco fell back in pain.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed. "Stop it!" Harry kicked Draco in the ribs, still ignoring Hermione. Draco coughed and choked.

Hermione couldn't take it anymore. She pushed Harry aside, Ron trying to keep a grasp on Hermione.

She got down next to Draco. Blood leaked from his mouth as tears poured into her eyes. "What did you do, Harry!" Hermione screamed. She got up and looked at her best friend. "Go! Get out of here! You don't even know what was happening!" She looked at Ron. "Go, Ron!" Harry got up and waited at the door for a few seconds. She stared at him. "Get out of here, Harry." Harry finally left, Ron trailing after him.

Hermione got down beside Draco and touched his swelling cheek. He winced in pain. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Draco."

Author's Note: More drama with Draco, but at least his mom like her. Haha. The next chapter is definitely cute and funny and the one after that one is funny to me. But in order to get to those next two, I'll need more reviews, so review away!

-Steph