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i'm sorry guys but it's kinda short again, i've been sick and well I'm not really up to writing much.

Gothhottie, okay here's your update, read on! find out what he does.

Matches, thanks I'm really glad you love it! I've been sick so I haven't been writing as long becuase I'm having trouble staying awake or not sneezing and coughing constantly. They will get longer though!

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Lady of the Moon, did I translate that right? I don't speak french, that is french right? Femme de la Lune? Well don't worry I plan on writing more and thanks I'm really enjoying portraying the characters in way which we don't always see them.

Hey Ray, enjoy it! there's not much of a cliffy here but you do learn some interesting stuff about Malfoy

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Twidaleedee again I'm sorry for the shortness in the chapters but I'm really not up to writing much!

Ashley Nikole, i am evil aren't i? I keep making you'll wait for more of the story and leave you with cliff hangers, and you're getting more, right NOW! read on!

Hi Natty, welcome to the story! I actually just recieved notice of your review while I was typing in all these comments here so is pretty much immediately soon enough for an update?

"What kind of problem?" Malfoy repeated. "Well it just might be the fact the you kneed me earlier. Or that lacy black matching underwear. But I think the real problem here is that after I left you I had take care of that problem you left me with, alone."

"Problem?" I repeated playing the confused naive girl, "I didn't leave you with a problem. You're the one who left me baffled and confused!" Malfoy raised an eyebrow at this.

"No problem hm? Well maybe you don't remember everything this morning but I certainly do and it was hard." Malfoy smirked at his own joke and I decided to stay on this naive little girl track.

"Listen, I don't care how your memory works and if it was difficult to remember things or not." Malfoy's grin began to fade and I put on an angry face, remembering the lump on my temple currently being hidden by my hair. "And I do remember this morning. You hit me in the head with a book. Do you remember that?" Malfoy looked confused, somewhere along the way he'd lost control of the ball and was struggling to get it back.

"Yeah I remember and I also remember what you were wearing at the time." He began to smirk again. "I also remember a rather interesting look in your eye when I backed you into the wall. A mix of curiosity and anger. You strike me as a very passionate person Granger and I'm going to give myself the privilege of acquainting you with it." He smirked at me and all vestiges of the naive girl were gone.

"Giving yourself the privilege? What would you say if I were to tell you that I've already been in touch with my "passion" ? That you know less about me than you thought you did. I'm not as innocent as I may seem but there's no way you'll ever find out how naughty I truly am. Oh, and that look you were talking about. Some of it may have been anger, but the rest was definitely repulsion." 'Okay so maybe most of that wasn't true but the anger and repulsion was, besides he doesn't know if I'm lying or not!'

I walked around a stunned Malfoy and walked back down the passage way. I started to walk down the long straightaway but then realized I didn't have the book anymore. I slipped into one of the side rows of books waiting for Malfoy to pass by so I could go back and get that book.

I saw Malfoy come trudging down the passage muttering quite loudly probably because he didn't think anyone was there. "...not a problem if she wasn't so fucking pretty and didn't have all that fire in her I'd say to hell with this...but damn it she is pretty and has a fiery passion inside her. If I hadn't been so fucking mean. I tried not to be mean this year but the first thing she hears me say is, 'All you ever see her with is guys, what a harlot, but what else can you expect from a mudblood.' But I wasn't talking about her. It was that damn Hufflepuff who kept trying to sit on my lap. I mean, yeah, I did say mudblood but it just kind of came out. I don't mean anything by it, it's just been pound into my head for so many years..." Malfoy's voice faded as he got farther down the rows.

I ran back down to alcove and got the book which I had apparently dropped on the floor at some point. I walked slowly back up to the main part of the library thinking about what I had just overheard. 'I mean he couldn't have known I was there to hear it...he didn't call me the harlot...that's interesting. He didn't mean anything by mudblood? The less than affectionate nickname he's been calling me since our second year and to him it means nothing? I'm so confused. Something must have happened, but what?'