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Author's Note – Hey guys! I updated! I know what you guys are thinking: 'Now she updates…just when I was about to delete her story from my favorites' But don't be angry. I have been having writer's block these past few months and I honestly thought I'd like forget this story but then I decided that if started it, I should finish it. I'm a bit rusty so please forgive me. Anyway here is the next chapter. I bet you all will just scroll past this but anyways…Read and Enjoy!

A/N2: Oh yeah…one more thing…I need a beta for this fic. So if anyone wants to beta, please let me know.

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Chapter 9

Hermione's P.O.V

Okay, I honestly can not watch – whatever my consciousness says. I am, in my heart, a nice person and I can not see myself inflicting pain on others – even a Malfoy. Call me stupid but I can't! Malfoy going through it is punishment enough right? I don't need to see it to feel the pleasure….at least I don't think so. Oh god. I'm going to the Gryffindor common room. Meet up with everyone there and…play cards. Good idea! Cards…

Merlin! I have a headache

-At 8 o'clock, On the Hogwarts Grounds-

Draco's P.O.V

Okay I'm here. And my 'secret admirer' isn't. Aren't the ladies the people who should always be early? God! Its bad enough I had to dress up (okay…so I did dress up. Got a problem?) but now I have to wait?

-At 8:15-

I'm serious. Where the hell is this girl? I've been waiting for I do not know how long and she still isn't here. No one makes a Malfoy wait.

-At 8:25-

Okay now I'm really serious. If that chick isn't here is five minutes I'm going to personally – Wait! I see someone! There is she is! By the lake…I see the girl. I see a beautiful, mesmerizing, breath-taking, HOT blonde girl.

A wonderful body…great legs…the hair is…I'm speechless.

Okay. Bring it on. I am ready for this. How did I miss this one? I've only been out with a hundred and I completely missed this one. Damn…Well now, I'm having her. Shit! She is turning towards me. I can't really see her face in the dark but that's fine. Okay, I'm setting out my wharves. Come now, darling. Come and take a little look. Yes she is moving.

I – OH-MY-BLOODY-GOD! Pansy? PANSY? I JUST CALLED PANSY HOT? Someone please kill me! Please…now…I beg you!

"YOU are my secret admirer?" I really couldn't help it. For heaven's sake I just called the ugly bitch, hot! Was this her idea of a joke? Tricking me into coming here? Making me think that I actually had a secret admirer? Clever, I have to admit. So Pansy actually has a brain – something I once thought impossible. But really…I do not find this hilarious at –

"What are you talking about Draccy? You told me to come here. You told me you missed me!"

Missed her? Where the hell did she get that idea from? The day I miss her is the day I end up in the mentally handicapped sector of St. Mungos. But of course I didn't tell her so. "Who told you that?"

"I just told you! You did!" She was stamping her foot like a little kid. For the love of Merlin, how did I find her hot!

"When?" Unless I have lost my memory, I do not remember saying anything along those lines to her. I would be damned if I did.

"In your letter" Okay she's crying. God! Why does she have to be such a baby about all this? Why does she not get the fact that I hate her? That I absolutely, completely and utterly hate her. Some people get the hint you know but not her….no, not our dear Pansy Parkinson. She takes the saying, Never Give Up, to heart – just a little too much.

"What letter?" Maybe I have lost my mind…

"The one you sent me today! The one in which you told me that you missed me and that Granger –"

"Granger?" I repeated but my mind was elsewhere…calculating…thinking. That one word hit home. GOD! THAT…THAT MUDBLOOD! Wait till I get her…Wait till I…ARGH! Once she is in my arms, I will personally make sure I throttle her lovely – I mean ugly white throat. I should have knows. I should have blood known! Why didn't I smell her nasty ways? One usually does when concerning a mudblood.

But Pansy it seemed had not noticed that I was not listening. She was going on and on about how much she loved and cared for me. About her heart squirming each time I appeared in front of her. I felt like telling her how much of my stomach squirmed when she appeared in front of me but then decided not to. The shorter this conversation was the better. And anyway her Draccy was killing me!

"I have to go Pansy" I muttered, walking towards the castle now. I am going to kill Granger for this. I swear I am. I still can't accept the fact that I fell for it. Her plan clever – but not infallible! Stupid, stupid, STUPID me!

"But Draccy! Don't leave me. I thought you missed me…I thought you loved me…"

Dream on. Gee…really…I should have known that this whole idea could not have been hers! Pansy doesn't have the sense to blink, let alone come up with a plan like this. She probably didn't even know that I was hiding from her for the past three days. Idiot.

"Later Pansy" And with those words I ran to the entrance hall as fast as I could. I know what you all are thinking. How heartless of him to do something like that but you guys just don't get Pansy the way I do.

I slowed down when I saw a few rose bushes by the pathway. Red, pink, white…you name it. Must have been newly planted because they weren't there before. Ignoring Pansy's cries from afar, an idea appeared in my mind when I pictured Granger's rose in the bell shaped, glass jar in our common room. And the way she had warned me not to touch it. "Don't you lay a finger on it Malfoy. Everything depends on this you understand!" Oh yes, I completely understand.

Plucking a red one to match the 'Sleeping Beauty rose', I made my way to the Head Boy common room to get everything ready. Dear Granger…here I come…

-Gryffindor Common Room-

Hermione's P.O.V

I'm dead. I am so dead. You know…I honestly hate the git! You will all agree with me when I tell you all what happened. You see…I was sitting alone with Harry, Ginny, Ron and Luna, enjoying a card game when Malfoy (out of all people!) had to come walking into our common room (I have to make sure I ask him how he got out password) with a smug look on his face. It was, needless to say, shock to us all

"Why, hello Granger!" he greeted me as though we were best friends – which I didn't like. Malfoy is never a gentleman. "Enjoying yourself are you? Just like I have been enjoying myself with my 'secret admirer'?" I knew then that the plan had worked – it had been a success. Hurrah for me! Except that Malfoy was not supposed to be happy. Hell, he wasn't even supposed to be here!

Ron, as usual, got up all angry. Murderous, even. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"None of your business Weasel"

I knew then that if I did not cut this conversation short…things would happen. One of them would be sentenced to death in Azkaban for bloody murder. Gee…I hope its Malfoy.

"What do you want?" I asked calmly, keeping my cards on the table in front of me. I sent the git a warning look which he paid no attention to you.

"Is this the way, you treat your guests, Granger? Your future leaders?"

"What do you want?" Harry looked even worse than Ron. And Ginny kept shooting me curious looks. Luna was holding Ron back from being the person who'd be sent to Azkaban for bloody murder.

"Manners, Granger"

My temper flared. I hated him for standing in my common room, in front of my friends, issuing out insults to me as though he was in control. Wasn't revenge supposed to be sweet? How did he find out? I should have watched my plan. I really should have… my stupid nice personality! "What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Oh, I just have your rose…" he said, calmly as though we were having tea and cookies. With a big smug smile on his face, he pulled out my beautiful red rose. My sleeping beauty rose! Oh god I thought, I hope he's not thinking of doing, what I'm thinking he's thinking of doing…

"No...No, Malfoy. Don't do it!" His finger were on the petals

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't. I hate you. You are ugly and disgusting. Did I mention that I hate you…and you…you tricked me into thinking I had a secret admirer! You made me meet Pansy, you mudblood!" So it had worked!

All my friends were looking at us now as though we were crazy. Ginny kept saying "A rose Hermione!"

They didn't know! And they never should know! I moved towards Malfoy and whispered, pleadingly "Outside! Please?"

And so we went outside the common room…

-Outside the Gryffindor Common Room-

"Malfoy don't…please!"

"You haven't given me a good reason yet, Granger"

"I'll die!" I moaned

"And that's a bad thing?"

"I'll give you anything! I…I…I'll do you homework for you?"

He snorted. "I'm quite capable of doing my homework on my own, thank you very much"

"I…I…Please, you name it Malfoy. I'll do anything. I'll be your slave for a week!" Don't blame me but I scared…

"No, I don't need a slave"

My next words were probably the dumbest words I could have ever uttered to a Slytherin…let alone a Malfoy. But I was mad. I really was sick, tired and mad. "You deserve to be Azkaban…you death eater!" It was even worse when I added "Like your father!"

He paled – if that was even possible. His eyes widened when he said "You've just made a mistake, Granger"

"No…No…Malfoy. Don't destroy it. I beg you. I really do...I…"

"Too late" And it was because he crunched up the…my rose and threw it in my face. "See you later, Granger. Or maybe not. I suppose you will leaving us soon so please accept my heartiest good wishes and when you do meet the Dark Lord up there, tell him I said hi. Now buh-bye!" And with that he walked away.

My rose! My poor poor poor rose! I told you I hate him! And like I also told you…I am dead…I am so dead…

Draco's P.O.V

She really shouldn't have said that – now she can suffer. Even if it is for a few minutes. She honestly thought I destroyed her real rose when in reality I crushed the one I plucked from outside. Maybe I should have destroyed the real one but…I'm not that mean. And anyway I hate the pleasure of seeing her begging me. The mudblood begged. Ah! I love this feeling of revenge.

Round Three. Winner: Draco Malfoy. Points – Mudblood: 1 Me: 2. Go me!

I really should thank that first year Gryffindor whom I scared outside. The little scary cat is one who made this all happen – the idiot gave the password. Oh, I love myself…

Author's Note: Good? Bad? Let me know. Sorry if there were grammar and spelling mistakes. That's why I need a beta. I can only read it on my own twice you know! I know…this is my longest chapter so far :D I'll update before the end of April. I promise! Now click on that review button like good people! That's it…come on now…Anyway thanks for reading and I hope you guys liked it! Till later…good bye!