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A/N: Sorry about the wait over this. I was having RL problems and then HBP came out. That death just killed me. It was so sad. Anyway, on with the Fourth Chapter. Please R&R after you are done reading this. I will love you forever... okay I'm lying I won't love you forever. But it will make me very happy!

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Chapter 4: Revenge Plotted

Draco found himself flat on the ground after he had been so rudely pushed by Scott. Draco looked around. He had never found himself on the ground before. Malfoy's didn't fall.

Scott looked down on Draco, his fists were clenched and he was breathing hard. Jade stood up and put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Gabe, don't."

She held out her hand to Draco. "Hi, I'm Jaderra Triston. That would happen to be my brother, Scott, who just pushed you."

Draco glared up at Scott and pushed Jade's hand away. He stood up and brushed off his robes. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked Scott.

"You were... molesting Hermione on the train," Scott said barely audible, his teeth clenched.

Draco laughed a cold heartless laugh. "Is that what you think I was doing? You must be mistaken. I would never molest someone; much less a ugly know-it-all mudblood like her."

Scott shook his head angrily and went to punch Draco, but Draco, having played Quidditch for most of his young life, had faster reflexes than Scott. He dodged and landed a punch in Scott's stomach. Scott doubled over. Draco stood up straight and walked back to his seat. If they didn't want his protection, then they couldn't ever have it.

Draco snorted. Protection? Who is it that really needs protection? Everyone else... or me. He sat down next to Pansy who cooed in his ear and played with the short curls at the nape of his neck. This was going to be a long year if they were in his domain. He had climbed his way up to the top of Slytherin and he was determined to stay there. Especially if it meant safety for himself.

Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table, specifically at Hermione. How was he ever going to get her alone to talk to her? He was taking Arithmacy again this year and since it was supposed to be much harder most people had dropped out. Hopefully, Hermione would like the challenge and keep the class.

"Draco? Drakey? Hello?" Pansy waved her hand in front of his face. Draco snapped out of his reverie. "Yes, Pans, what is it?"

"Why were you staring over there? Plotting some horrible plot to take out the Golden Trio?" Pansy asked excited.

"Yes, Pansy, that would be-" Draco cut off. He had just realized that it must have been Scott who had knocked him out and pushed him in the compartment. How was he supposed to get back at that lummox? He was just like Hagrid, only smaller and less hairy. A picture of Jade flashed in his mind. The sister. If he got her on his side, he would have any information he wanted, all he had to do was get on her good side... or get her drunk. Both seemed better though. Draco smiled sinisterly. It was perfect. Find out the bloody guy's weakness and then exploit them, through his sister. It would seem as though his sister betrayed him, which if it was possible, Draco would have her do.

Draco stood up abruptly and walked out of the Great Hall, his insane, evil laugh echoing in the deserted halls. He walked down to the dungeons and to the Slytherin common room. He paced around the common room. How was he going to get close to the sister? He'd have to become friends with her, but that was crazy; Malfoy's don't have friends, only minions. Besides, she was friends with the Golden Trio. Friends with her meant friends with them. They would never take his friendship, even if it was real.

Draco stopped pacing and flopped onto a couch. This might actually be good. If he could get Hermione and Jade to believe him then he could get back at Scott and get Hermione's help. Not necessarily in that order though. First thing he had to do was to apologize to Scott and Jade for his not so warm welcome and hope that he didn't get hurt. If it came to it he could always claim that he was just acting in self defense.

He couldn't plan anything else until he got on their good sides, so Draco got up and walked to his dorm. He changed into his black silk boxers and laid down on his bed. The cold of the dungeons made his skin rise into goosebumps. He pulled a blanket over himself and fell asleep.

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"Gabe, don't," Jade said again. "He was just acting in self defense. You did push him first."

Scott straightened up and sat back down at his place at the table. He watched Draco walk back to his seat by a pug-faced girl. The girl, who ever she was, was practically throwing herself at him and he didn't even care. He was such a rude, conceited jerk and he seemed to like it that way.

"You don't even know him, don't pass judgment yet," Jade said, not even having to read his mind. The look of disgust on his face said enough of what he thought about Draco.

"Cris, you didn't see how he acted on the train. How he was grabbing Hermione and how she was screaming for help," Scott said quietly, remembering. "I wonder why he was able to get away from me. I mean, I know I have fast reflexes, but that was faster."

Jade shook her head and went back to eating. Everyone else at the table followed her example and went back to eating, since the commotion was over now, for the time being. They all knew Draco Malfoy would never let anyone get the best of him. Some even had the scars to prove it, for Slytherin's never went to the hospital wing unless the wound was inflicted on them by another house, or if it was an emergency.

Scott looked at his food. He wasn't really that hungry, but he should eat. He pushed his food around his plate. Jade looked at him concerned. "Gabe, you need to eat something. You know that."

When Draco stood up and left, almost no one noticed. Scott did. He almost got up and followed Draco, but his sister was there to save him again. Hermione passed him sometime later and passed him a note. It said to meet her in the entrance hall after they were shown their dorms.

After dinner, the twins were shown where the common room was and told the password, (Pureblood) they went up to the entrance hall. Hermione was there waiting for them along with Harry and Ron.

"So what is with you two being in Slytherin? Have you committed murder and forgot to tell us?" Hermione joked.

Jade winked at her. "You found us out. Don't tell our secret though."

Everyone laughed. Harry looked at Scott.

"So are you going to tryout for the Slytherin Quidditch team? Malfoy's captain and seeker, you know."

"Oh, so that's why he has such fast reflexes," Scott said comprehending. The trio looked at him in question.

"Well, we got in a fight and I was just commenting on his reflexes."

Jade smirked. "What my brother has failed to mention is that he lost. Not that it was much of a fight anyway, but he did."

To Scott's surprise, Harry, Ron and Hermione were very understanding. The five of them stayed up as late as they could, talking about whatever they wanted; what they would do to Malfoy if they got the chance, Quidditch, America, England, wizardry in general, stuff like that.

Hermione looked at her watch. "Uh, people, it almost past curfew. Filch would be to happy to catch these two out past then, if he could. We should let them go."

The friends bid farewell to each other and went to their dorms. Scott and Jade walked quietly back to the dungeons. Scott breathed in the cool air and felt his blood quicken. If he was ever to... but no. He had promised himself he would never let himself get like that. Jade walked Scott to his dorm.

"Goodnight Gabe," she said and hugged him tightly.

"Goodnight Cris," Scott replied and hugged her back. He walked into his dorm and was surprised to find Draco in there. There seemed to be a shortage of Seventh Years so Draco being a prefect was allowed to have their dorm. Scott glared at him and got ready for bed. He crawled into his bed and, almost as soon as he closed his eyes, was dreaming sweet dreams of crunching Draco into tiny bits.

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