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A/n: This chapter is a little longer. Three and a half pages. I think. I don't know. I hope you enjoy, and like always: please review.

Dicexxxhanyou: I know you are freaking out about Ron. And don't worry. He'll come into the story. He definitely plays an important role in this fic. A very important role. So stop cursing. Sheesh. And oh yea Cassie I know where you live J

Chapter Four

It rained the next morning. But that didn't stop almost half of the Hogwarts population from going to Hogsmeade. And with Christmas coming soon, everyone had Christmas shopping to do.

Well, almost everyone.

Hermione had woken up late. She had slipped twice on the floor, one time falling, and hitting her elbow on the floor. She hit her head on the metal bar hanging over the shower, and her hair was a mess, because she had forgotten to straighten it, and she had forgotten to buy extra shampoo. So now, she was angry, she was mad, and she was tired. And she had her period.

As soon as she plopped down a few seats away from Harry, he looked at her, smirked, and said, "You look like hell."

"Shut up," Hermione snapped. "I know. I had a bad morning. Not that it concerns you."

"You know," Harry said, still with that smirk on his face. "I think you should really work on your 'people' skills."

Hermione looked at him angrily, realizing she had said that to him not so long ago.

"Bastard," she muttered.

Harry just turned away, making Hermione even more frustrated. Merlin, she hated him sometimes. She turned away from him, and grabbed a piece of toast, munching on it loudly, ignoring the scowls she was receiving from everyone.

"Do you really have to chew so loud?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"Did you really have to ask that?" Hermione said flatly.

Harry just sent a glare at her.

"You know Harry I would like to stay and play these little games with you, but I have to be getting along. You understand don't you? Why don't you try them on Parvati. I hear she's getting desperate." Hermione said with a smirk, and left the Hall. Parvati stood up, but Lavender held her down.

"Let it go," Lavender said. Parvati sat back down.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

Hermione was running. She had forgotten something. The list. She had just remembered as she left the Hall. Worried that one of the house elves had taken it, she picked up her pace.

Stumbling into her room, she immediately spotted it on the floor. She grabbed it, tucked it into her bag, not even looking to see who was next. She closed the door to her room, ran down the stairs, out of the common room, and into the corridor.

Remembering she didn't have class, she followed a flock of students heading out of the building.

She'd check her list later.

As she walked down the crowded street into Hogsmeade, a few thoughts flitted across her mind.

Let's see. I'm out of parchment…need to stock up on that. Some of my quills have gone missing…and I spilled a whole thing of ink, so I'll need more of that…and then there's parchment…hm…I need shampoo…nail polish…definitely not the cheap kind…and then I need more hair scrunchies cause Dobby seems to be stealing them again…I'll have to talk to him then…

She stopped and turned into The Three Broomsticks. She ignored the crowded tables, and cheery atmosphere, heading straight towards the bar area. She plopped down on a peeling red leather seat and sighed. The bartender appeared almost immediately.

"The usual," Hermione said flatly. The bartender nodded, and disappeared into the back.

"Still drinking alcohol, huh Hermione?" A deep voice said behind her.

"Fuck off, Harry." Hermione said flatly, not even having to turn around. She knew his voice anywhere.

"You didn't answer my question," Harry said, sitting down beside her, much to the dismay of Hermione.

"And you apparently didn't hear what I just said," Hermione snapped. The bartender came back out from the back, carrying Hermione's drink. He set it down in front of her. She nodded a thanks, and the bartender went off to tend to another customer.

Harry grabbed her drink before she could down it.

"HEY!" Hermione screeched, reaching for it.

"No," Harry said firmly. "Let me just see…"

Hermione watched helplessly as he took a long 'sip'.

"Yea. I would definitely say that's alcohol."

"It's spiced rum and coke, you asshole," Hermione said. "Now give it back."

"Fine. Go ahead and poison yourself. It's your funeral," Harry said with a smirk.

That did it.

"Asshole," Hermione muttered, spinning around, glass in hand. She threw it at the floor, ignoring the shrieks and screams, and the bits of glass that flew into her face, cutting her. Harry had stopped walking, but he didn't turn around and face her. She got up.

"I hate you." Hermione hissed, and she left the suddenly silent pub.

HGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHG

Hours later, Hermione sat in her room, staring at the ceiling. The list was in her hand, but she hadn't looked at it. Thoughts crossed her mind, and fists had clenched and unclenched. The pen was poised in her tight grip.

"Merlin! I didn't know the meaning of hate until I met Harry Potter."

She glanced down at the hand that was holding the sacred piece of paper. Sighing heavily, she opened it forcefully, her eyes scanning across the many crossed out names, coming the next one.

"It better be someone-" Hermione stopped halfway through her sentence, freezing in fear.

Harry Potter.

"What?" Hermione screeched. "How…Oh my God!"

No. This couldn't be. Not Harry. Not now. Of all times not now. She couldn't…she wouldn't…there was positively absolutely no freakin' way! She was going to skip him. There was no way she was going to seduce Harry Potter -

Wait.

Seduce?

Hermione thought about it some more, heart pounding, hands sweaty and shaking. Seduce? But still…she hated him. The thought of him was…repulsive. At least right now anyway. Ugh…but still…the thought of sleeping with the Harry Potter was…exciting.

So then was she going to do it?

She thought about it for a little bit, checking off the reasons why she should and why she shouldn't. But it would be fun. It would be a challenge. But then there was also the other part about her hating him and the great possibility of him not being to fond of her. Also he would probably catch on. Everyone knew about her list. And he certainly did. Or did he? There was that whole Neville thing, but that anyone could have caught her.

So…was she going to seduce him?

No. It's disgusting. And if he finds out, he'll be so mad. Not that I care.

That's what she should have been saying. That's what she should have thought.

"Yes."

You see what happens? You see why I hate telling stories like this?

"It'll be…fun."

Uh-huh. Sure. I just have one thing to say: Here we go.