Author's note: okay, I'm really sorry for any grammatical errors, wrong spellings, captializations and I'd really hate is someone didn't read my story on account of those things. If you don't like my story please let it be because of the writing, or how i portrayed the characters or the story line and no my errors. thank you. and now that that's done,

i would really like to thank NOTAMONKEY128, i had no idea what to do with this trifle of a fic and you gave me a really great suggestion! so thanks so much for that and if anyone has anymore suggestions please note that they are all welcome.

and now, on with the story.

Chapter IV - The Consequesnces of Leaving Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger Alone Together

There was silence for a few tense moments as soon as Blaise walked out the door. Draco and Hermione just stared at each other, both sizing the other up as if they were metally looking for weaknesses.

"You know we can't get out of this, right granger?" Draco snapped at her.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, Malfoy do you think i'm an idiot-"

"Do you honestly want me to answer that question, Mudblood?"

Hermione's eyes flashed with anger.

One thing Draco should have learned long ago: never piss of a smart girl, especially if she had just found out that she was really a long lost magical princess after she had been taunted about being a mudblood her entire life. Well, it may be an obscure lesson but it was one Draco should have learned long ago, for it would have prepared him for this moment.

"I. Am. Not. A. Mudblood." She said her voice was raised ever so slightly. The danger that she thought was evident in her words had no effect on Draco. He just stood there, and he was smirking. It was at that point that Hermione lost it. There was no way in hell she would ever learn to love this ball of slime."I AM NOT A MUDLBLOOD! Do you hear me? You stupid, inbred little ferret!"

Draco just continued smirking at her as Hermione began cursing at him with words he never would have throught she knew. He was glad Mercedes was way out of earshot, she probably would not be too pleased if she heard Hermione curse like this. Such language was not used by on of her station.

"You may be a pureblood to everyone else's standards, Granger," He said his voice was impassive. He did not even flinch at her uproar. "But not to me. you will always be a common little mudblood to me."

Hermione stared at him, her hazel eyes alight with fury.

SMACK.

She mustered up her strength and slapped him as hard as she possibly could. Unfortunately he had develouped since their third year and instead of staggering back, his head barely snapped to one side, he was no less angry though. Only he had learned long ago to use his temper as a weapon and loosing it would only give his enemy the upper hand.

"That only serves to prove my point, Granger." he said, his voice was level but she could see traces of his anger as it flitted across his face. "Only a common little mudblood would ever loose control at such small proddings."

Hermione just stared at him in wordless rage. She searched her memory for any time he might have lost his own composure but she turned up with nothing and he knew it. Damn him!

He smirked.

Hermione clenched her fists, it was all she could do to keep rom reaching out and wiping that self satisfied smirk off the damned ferret's face.

Do it and you are only serving to prove his point. do it and you are only serving to prove his point. She repeated over and over in her head metally stamping down on the irresistable urge to get the silver letter opener she had sitting on her deak and stabbing Draco through the heart with it.

This was a very horribly thought out plan because of a few factors. One, she would probably do nothing more than ruin his shirt, he had not heart to speak of; and two, if she lost control now and just smacked him she would feel good for a second but she would only be pushing her self down lower.

"You are just jealous, Draco." she forced herself to do calmly and not spit them in her face like she really, really, wanted to. "Because I always got better grades than you."

She smirked at the surprise that appeared on his icy features.

"Check those transcripts again, Granger." Malfoy snapped, his voice a degree colder than usual. "You'll find that you are mistaken."

Hermione nodded.

"Yeah, probably, you've already had time to meddle with them, honestly, Draco." She went on, her voice was tight but controlled, she knew she was getting to him. Finally. "Can't you do anything by yourself? did you have to get Daddy to talk to the mean teachers for you?"

And that's when she realized she had stepped just a little too far.

"That, mudblood, is completly false and you know it." His voice was low and dangerous. It was almost a whisper but Hermione caught every single word he uttered. "It would be in you best interests if you were never to repeat that slander again."

Surprised at this sudden change in Draco's demeanor. She was disturbed at how much it affected her, her heart rate had practically doubled and she was sweating? was she was scared of Draco?

Pull yourself together, Hermione, he can't harm you.

Althought she knew her inner voice was right, it was hard to do so the way he was looking at her right now. She forced herself to deny the urge to take a step back. She would never give him that satisfaction. She stood at her full five-three and he still towered over her, but she refused to be the simpering, submissive wife. Not when the thought of marrying Draco Malfoy revulsed her more than she had ever thought possible.

He looked as if he was going to do something when there was a sudden call of,

"Draco!"

Draco stopped in his tracks. Wordlessly, he turned on his heel and exited the room. As soon as the had closed behind him (closed mind you not slammed as she would have done) Hermione sighed.

"What the hell have i gotten myself into?"

She turned to one of the fluffly velvety throw pillows, grabbed the letter opened and stabbed it, repeatedly until ints fluffy white feather insides were all over the place. She proceded to do the same with every single other pillow se had. And then she grabbed the down comforter on her bed and whirled it around over her head creating the biggest mess in her life.

In her head all she could think of was that everything was wrong. She knew messing up her room was not going to do her any better, but somehow she felt immensely good to get everything out of her system. She quickly cast a sound proofing speel around he room and began screaming.

"Why me?" she deamnded of the ruined room. "Why are you doing this to me? Couldn't I have been left alone? Couldn't I have been a princess only? No! you had to add that stupid bouncing ferret to the equasion! why! why! why! why! why! why! WHY!"

She crumbled to the floor sobbing unconrtolably. She flicked her wand around the room and muttered a spell. In a second the room went back to the way that it was, but that last bit of effort sapped the last of her energy.

She was emotionally and physically exhausted.

Somehow, she found the extra strength to wobble over to her bed and throw herself between the covers, not bothering to change out of the robes she had changed into earlier that evening.

author's note: i'm sorry its shorter than usual... and if you are NOTAMONKEY128, i agree with you, i don't like betrothal fics that are all smoochie after like, ten minutes.