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Chapter Five

Hermione returned to the Gryffindor common room. She didn't really want to think about what just happened. The only thought that went through her head was He needs me.

It doesn't even make sense. I'm not connected to him, I don't even like him. But, he needs me. He doesn't even know it – and if he did, he would not accept it. He is also rather violent, he could hurt me…I haven't even really stopped to think about that. I am such an idiot. No, he would not hurt me.. not really... No. He's not beyond help yet.

Hermione quickly spotted Ron and Harry in their usual corner.

"Hey guys…" Hermione said as she approached them

"Hey…. Whats wrong 'Mione?" Harry asked as soon as he looked up from his Advanced Potions book. He knew Hermione better than anyone else. He loved her. Over the years together, they developed a bond with which even blood couldn't bind them closer together. She had protected him on several occasions, and he will always protect her. She really is beautiful he couldn't help but think to himself.

"Err… I'm.. ah.. I'm fine" she replied. God. I hate lying to him. This is so silly. I should be able to tell him, but he would just do something rash. He would not take the time to see if he could help Draco. Dammit, Draco? Why am I calling him Draco again? Malfoy. It is Malfoy.

She's lying to me. I wonder why. "Okay, if you say so" Harry replied knowing that Hermione likes her space at times to figure things on her own. If she needs me, she would come.

"Well, I'm glad your fine. I'm not. I need help with this potion, 'Mione, or Snape will curse me infront of everyone tomorrow… Again… or even worse... he might give me detention" Ron said with an apparent shudder.

Hermione gladly accepted the challenge to tutor Ron. First of all, it would give her brain momentary relief from thoughts of Draco and Secondly, more time with Ron, even if it is just as friends. He eventually has to come around, right?

Meanwhile…

She called me Draco. Who the hell does she think she is? Draco was furiated as he entered into his common room. She better mind her own God damn business.

As Draco entered the common room, all the noise seemed to quiet down. Dracos presence demanded respect and fear. Everyone in the common room stared at him in awe. They all knew about his father and the Dark Lord. Most of their parents were Death Eaters too. They all knew Draco would be the next right hand man after his father.

The noise returned to regular level after Draco took a seat next to Blaise.

"Whats up Almighty One?" Blaise said with a smirk noting the type of reaction Dracos appearance created.

"Fuck Off" Draco replied less harshly to Blaise than he would if it had someone else who dared to speak him like that. Blaise was a complicated individual, and hence, Draco liked him. However, Blaise was also a Slytherin. Hence, the friendship had its limits. Blaise always had his own self-interest in mind.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I was hoping to fuck off. I'm just selecting the prey." Blaise said mischievously as he scanned the common room. "Now, just to limit the selection.. Should I do a blonde, brunette, or red head? Or maybe all three?"

Draco laughed. Imagine if the innocent pure Gryffindor princess heard someone talking like this? She would probably scold him while crying that her pure virgin eyes have been violated. What a bitch. Oh I will get her for reading my letter. Dammit. Why am I thinking about her? Oh right, because she is an annoying know-it-all bushy bitch who meddled in my business. I'm only thinking about how muchI hate her. No other reason. She's not even worth me thinking about her right now. Her and her.. bushy hair.

At that moment, Pansy noticed her prey from the girls dorm. After applying some quick make up with her wand, and puttingon a push up bra under a black tank top, she approached him.

"Hey Sexy" she whispered in his ear.

I love being a Malfoy. "Hey babe… what do you want?" Draco replied while winking at Blaise.

Blaise, taking the hint, left in search of a blonde to talk into bed with him. Not that it would be difficult for him. I mean, he's no Malfoy, but he was definitely hot with his intense stares and tall dark features. He was a mystery that no girl could resist that. More than that, he knew how to get what he wanted out of people.

Pansy leaned down infront of Malfoy, giving him a full view of what she had to offer. She nibbled his left ear while whispering "You know what I want".

"And what makes you think I want to give you anything" Draco replied. I love teasing her, this is just so easy. She is easy. Not that I care, she's not important. I get what I want from her. She could do whatever she wants, as long as she comes running to me when I ask for something. As she always does.

Pansy, playing the game, slowly placed her left leg up beside Draco on the chair. She then, slowly, placed her other leg on the otherside of him. She diped so their members gently touched. "Because you want it too" she replied in a silky voice as she felt him harden.

Distractions. I know I'm supposed to be focused, but theres nothing I can do about my mission and the mudblood right now anyways. Plus, it will get Hermione out of my head. Dear God. Did I just say Hermione? What is wrong with me? Shit.. I'm losing my.. uh.. urge with Pansy. Ha. I wonder what the mudblood would say about this public display of affection? Maybe it would turn her on to see me like this. Not that she'd admitt it. But i could make anyone feel hotfor me, why would shebe any different.With that in mind, he felt himself harden. Time to take this into my room.

Draco did not acknowledge the fact that it was while thinking about Hermione he hardened.Hewalked ahead of Pansy into his room, letting her follow him like a dog in heat. "Silenco" he said as he flicked with wand and Pansy began to strip.

After Hermione spent hours trying to explain a simple potion to Ron, he finally understood the concept. "Thanks 'Mione… I don't know what I would do without you" he had said with a shy smile and kissed her on the cheek before going to bed. Finally, Hermione thought to herself, progress! Slow but steady, just like Ron.

After that, she still wasn't able to sleep well. She couldn't fall asleep because she still had unfinished work to do. She needed to figure out a way to get to Draco. To help him. She knew if it didn't work, she would just go straight to Dumbledore. But she would rather try to help him out first and she needed a plan.

An hour later, Hermione felt her head aching from stress. She would just have to try it this way. If this didn't work, then maybe she could think of something else… But for now, it's the best idea she got. So, after scribbling a few things down to keep track of her thoughts and ideas, she feel asleep.

The next day Hermione woke up early and put her plan into action.

Draco stared daggers at Hermione as she entered the Great Hall for breakfast. He noticed her look at him and go slightly pale when she realized he was staring at her. He also noticed the smile she had on her face as she approached her boyfriends. Fuckin Potter and Weasel. He thought as he stabbed his fork into his French toast.

Throughout breakfast Hermione tried to ignore the prickily feeling she had at the back of her neck. She knew he was staring at her. He must still be pretty pissed off. This is not going to be easy, but I have to at least try.

Here goes nothing she thought as she saw the Owl Post arriving just as breakfast finished.

What the fuck? Draco thought as he saw a ruddy old brown owl approaching him. Whose owl is this? Draco opened the note addressed to him while trying to keep the nosey people around him from reading it.

Meet me in the library after dinner.

If you don't, you will regret it.

And don't think about bringing any of your gargoyle bodyguards with you.

Just me and you.

H.

Of course I wouldn't recognize the owl. Its from the Owlery, Hermione didn't want to use her own owl incase somebody recognized it. Who does she think she is though? Threatening me! People don't even talk when I enter my common room. Why does she think she is better than anyone else he thought hypocritically. Interesting. Just me and her. Maybe it is a trap. She doesn't go anywhere without Wonder Boy and his side kick Weasel.

I'll be ready for them.

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