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A burst of ecstatic laughter followed Harry as his broom dipped in an attempt to throw the giggling red head off his tail. Succeeding, he sped off into the distance, leaving Ron struggling to gain the height he had lost. He could hear a course of foul language following him as he crossed the finish line he and Ron were fighting for. Content with his win he drifted to the change rooms, followed by a disgruntled Ron.

Draco watched the two boys disappear into the change rooms. Angry at himself for caring, he turned from the open window and retraced his steps back down the spiral staircase and all the way to the Slytherin dungeons. Slamming the stone door shut he stalked into the cold depths of his common room. One glance at his furious face and the room was instantly vacated. Nobody was in the mood for a rousing. The disappearance of his friends only served to anger him more. He kicked a chair, unfortunately for him, a stone chair. Screaming and hopping around the room he decided he'd had enough. Slamming the door once again he ran through the halls.

Wandering in a daze of sorrow and depression Hermione turned the corner in the South corridor only to have Draco slam into her. With a gasp of surprise she hit the wall behind her and slid onto her knees. Draco, startled, looked down to see Hermione looking up at him, a trickle of blood flowing from her bottom lip where her teeth had penetrated the soft flesh. Shit, thought Draco, she looks hot like that. Aware that this was not the time to be voicing something like that, and afraid of the direction his thoughts were taking, he turned and fled the scene. Hermione called after him, her voice echoing hollowly in the wide hall, but he did not turn.

Picking herself up, Hermione brushed the back of her hand against her lips and brought it to the light to observe the blood red smudge. Licking her torn lip she turned in the direction Draco had gone, and considered following. She had seen something in his eyes as he had looked down at her, and as much as it startled her, she had liked it.

Harry pulled the shirt over his head and stepped under the cascading water. Turning his head he caught sight of Ron staring at him through the steam of the shower room. As soon as their eyes met Ron ripped his away as if Harry's gaze was electric.

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Thank you to Lioness-of-Fire for reviewing. I tried to make this chapter longer, but I don't think I succeeded! But I will try harder next time!