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A/N: common guys, R&R I'm getting discouraged...

Chapter Two: The Nightmare Begins

Hermione tuned in just in time to hear the headmaster congratulate Draco and herself for their prestigious new positions. She tuned out again at the mention of Draco's name. There was nothing more she would hate than to live with Malfoy, let alone a moody Malfoy. What if she walked in on him balling again, ok so it wasn't balling as such, she reminded herself, sobbing then. Was she supposed to feel sorry for him, uh ah, noway. What if he went all soft and wanted her comfort.

She shuddered. Don't get carried away girl. He is a Malfoy, thank god, and they aren't soft. It was a one off. I will never have to see him in such a state again.

-LATER THAT NIGHT-

Malfoy had locked himself in their bathroom. When Hermione had finished banging on the door she heard several short, quick sniffs and the lock click open. He came out with puffy red eyes.

Great! An emotional guy. Pathetic. If it wasn't bad enough being stuck with the foul mouthed ass he usually is, I'm stuck with a foul mouthed baby.

She pushed her way passed him and locked the door behind her. Finally, she thought after stripping down and entering under the warm flowingwater. As the shower head spat water on her face and chest, she could feel her muscles loosening and her mind clearing.

In her head she repeated to herself the complicated ingredients of a mild truth serum she would be making in a beginning of term potions test. Next she moved onto method, she was perfectly content with the world, that was until she heard a crashing sound from some where beyond the bath room.

"Damn it Malfoy!" she screamed before immobilizing the flow of the shower with a flick of her wand. She grabbed a towel and went to investigate. After 'politely' charging into Malfoy's bedroom she threw herself to the floor to avoid a book colliding with her head.

She raised her head. The room was absolutely trashed. His bed side table looked as though it had been violently thrown against the wall and now lay in pieces, the canopy hanging over his bed was ripped to shreds and books lay every where, page less.

"Oh, it's you," he said uncomfortably. Hermione noticed a drizzle of blood sliding down his cheek, he wiped it away dismissively.

Hermione found her feet not taking her eyes away from Malfoy who was now repairing the things that he had destroyed.

"Don't worry mudblood, no harm done."

She snorted, "No harm done? Sure." And with that she turned her tail to him and stomped out of the room. On her way out she called back, "Don't go soft on me blondie."

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It was official, Hermione granger was the best! She was having the greatest day of her life. She aced her potions test, Pansy Parkinson's potion exploded all over her and her skin went red and shiny and best of all, Malfoy was next to her and got covered as well. So there Hermione was. The common room to herself, (Draco was in the hospital wing suffering with severe boils to the face) surrounded with her friends. It was Friday night and Malfoy and herself were allowed guests but seeing as a certain someone wasn't present, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna and herself where alone! That sat around chatting for a little while, eating and what not. After a while they got bored of Quidditch talk (well, Hermione and Luna did anyway) and decided it was time to call it a night. Hermione gave Ginny and Luna her bed, Ron and Harry left for their dorm under the invisibility cloak and Hermione snuggled into the coach and read a book in the light the dying embers in the fire place gave off. She soon got tired of 'The Many Magic Monsters' and rolled onto her side, preparing for sleep. Just as she got comfy she heard the portrait swing open followed by the sound of feet.

"I can't do this! I'm not like father. I couldn't, I won't, she'll…" Draco uttered. He sighed, and then Hermione heard swore she heard him swallow and sniff.

Great! He's gonna start up again she thought. She held her breath as he past the couch, not noticing her.

"Argh! Father might be a cold blooded killer, but I'm not. What am I saying; he'll kill me if I don't go through with it. But then again, if she doesn't kill me in the process, Potter will no doubt finish the job. Him or Weaselhead."

Hermione sat up at this. Shock plastered all over her face.

What the hell, what in the world? Her mind was racing.

Draco took one look at her, screamed in frustration or at his stupidity; Hermione couldn't tell and stormed up the stairs. He only paused to call out to her, "This doesn't concern you Mudblood, so if you speak a word of it, you'll be dead faster than you can say Quidditch."

"Yeah right, I thought you weren't a cold blooded killer," she called after him, not really caring if he heard or not. She lay back down and fell in to an uneasy sleep.

A/N there you go guys. Promise you another clue into Draco's behaviour next chapter. R&R! Common!