Disclaimer: Sock puppets appear

"Hey Joe," said sock puppet #1

"Yes, Bob?" asked sock puppet #2

"Who does Harry Potter belong to, Joe?" asked Bob

"Why, it would belong to that perrty lady, Mrs. J.K. Rowling." answered Joe

"How about that FlexibleFish fella? " asked Bob

"FlexibleFish just owns the plot." replied Joe

"Oh...Okay, Joe." Said Bob

"Aren't you gonna ask what is a plot, Bob?" Suggested Joe.

"Nope." Answered Bob."I'm not that dumb."

Draco Malfoy now sat in the Head Common Room which he shared with Hermione.

It was a Saturday evening, and he was spending it by reading a novel in one of the huge comfortable armchairs.

The Slytherin kept on recalling the morning events, and yet, he tried not to. Trying hard to focus on the words, it didn't stop remembering the voices.

"Your wounds have healed, Mr. Malfoy...but I can't help but notice these other dried up scars that run along your back and arms…"

"…small accident…"

"…well, you sure did a fine job on healing those scars, Mr. Malfoy."

"Why don't you just take a picture, Granger! It'll last longer!"

He then heard the entrance of the common room creak open. Draco looked up and saw Hermione Granger make her way in.

He then heard another person make their way in. It was her small red-haired friend, Virginia Weasley.

He then continued reading his book. "You better change the password, Granger. Or I'll be seeing more than her in here." He said boredly.

He glanced up at both Hermione and her friend. Hermione didn't even bother to reply or even look at him. He watched as they came up to Hermione's room.

Ginny entered first, and Hermione followed after. She quietly closed the door behind her.

--This was the fifth time today!--He thought angrily. Already had he talked to her, even insulted her, and yet she ignored him. What was going on?

Whether he wanted to admit or not, he was determined to find out.

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It's been a week now and still nothing from her.

Today was a very bad day for him. Everything he seemed to do was his fault, or so he thought.

He had enough of this, ho got out of the Great Hall and walked back to the Head Common Room.

Draco reached the portrait of a glowing fairy in white holding a pure white rose while darkness surrounded her. "Breath of the Bright Fey." Draco mumbled. The portrait didn't open.

He looked up at the portrait and said the password clearly. Still, she did not open up.

He frowned at the fairy "What is wrong with you? Open Up!" He said loudly. The fairy just looked down on him and replied "Tell me the password."

"I gave you the password already!" He yelled. The fairy just calmly said "It was the wrong one." His patience wore thin. "What!" he yelled.

The fairy didn't reply and gracefully looked away

"Listen Fairy, I told you the password already." He told the creature. "Now let me in, or I'll…" he began.

"Abra esta Puerto." Said a voice behind him. Draco turned around and saw Hermione standing there.

He heard the portrait open up. He then watched as she walked past him, ignoring the fact he was there and entered their common room.

He caught up with her and said "You changed the password without me knowing."

Not replying, Hermione walked up her stairs.

He stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked up at her, "What the hell is wrong with you, Granger?" Have you suddenly gone deaf!" He yelled.

She suddenly turned around "You told me to change the password, and I did. What is your problem!" She shouted back.

"You are, Granger. You are my problem." Draco said, lowering his voice.

"You know, ever since I saved your life from that monster, you've been acting very weirdly. Maybe I should've just left you to die down there!" He yelled.

"Then why didn't you? Why did you have to save my life?" She asked loudly, her voice trembling in anger as she did.

"Because neither Potter nor Weasley wanted to save their friend…" He answered, lowering his voice.

"Then why did you wanted to save me? I thought you couldn't bear to touch someone like me." She said, also lowering her voice.

What Hermione had just said, made the Slytherin look away.

As Draco was about to reply, he looked back up at her and saw that she was no longer there.

"Bloody Gryffindors!" Draco shouted in anger.

Frustrated, he walked up to his own room and slammed the door roughly. It was a miracle the hinges were still intact.

Ooh...Angsty...I'm tingling all over... haha! Well, not that much. That was my first time writing such a chapter...Hahaha. Newez, hope you enjoyed it. I may want to write some more angst stuff, but i just don't know how... Maybe you can give me some ideas or pointers!

Flexiblefish.