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Chapter four - A small taste of Heaven
'Granger must be out of her freaking mind, dragging me around! Why am I letting her do this?' Malfoy wondered. Granger smiled at him and he had a look of confusion on his face. "Granger! Where the hell are we going! S-slow down at least for Merlin's sake!" he cried and Hermione did so. "Sorry. Well, after we catch up with Harry and Ron, I was thinking of swinging by the bookstore to pick up some helpful books on N.E.W.T.'s subjects - its going to be hard as. . .well, its just that, its going to be hard this year you know, best be prepared." she said and left Draco looking strangely at her. "So, Miss know - it - all has to go by other books to pass huh?" he said, smirking. He couldn't help it - she had ALWAYS beaten him in schoolwork, no matter how hard he tried. "That's how you got so much ahead." he said. Hermione could only roll her eyes at him. "Yes, of course. I love to read so it comes naturally." she added and Draco shook his head.
Up ahead were Ron and Harry and Hermione beamed at them. "Harry! Ron!" she called out, back to dragging him along with her. "Granger!" he growled, but she must not have heard him. 'Stupid little mud - muggle.' he thought, correcting himself, and then frowned. 'She still is a little mudblood know-it-all though.' he thought and smirked at Weasley. "Ready to throw snowballs in hell yet Weasley? Because I'm not going back to those slimy gits, not after this." he said, remembering what Weasel had said about how if Malfoy had ever changed he would throw snowballs in hell. He couldn't tell, but he thought he saw a hint of a smirk on Granger's face. 'Atta girl Granger, show him up. The red headed bastard needs it.' he thought as Ron turned back to see him and had a look of deep resentment and hostility on his face. "Alright you two, break it up. No sense in arguing." she said but couldn't resist in making the smirk a little broader.
"So, Potter, what plans have you got for taking down the Dark Lord?" he said and Harry looked at him strangely. "I can't tell you that Malfoy until I can trust you fully, which will take time." he said and frowned at him. Draco shook his head. 'Fine you stupid gits - mudblood - er - Granger is the only one whose even worth talking to. The rest of you gits are nothing but idiots.' he thought when he noticed that Hermione still had not removed her hand from his arm. He was about to say something when Granger took a turn and almost made him run into the bookstore door. A poster of Lockhart's new book, 'Fearsome Fangs' was shown, with the complete numbskull author's picture with his dazzling smile. 'Send all your letters to St. Mungo's, Floor Four, Ward 175.' Draco growled. "Stupid git. . .Granger, are you trying to kill me?" he cried as he was yanked inside the wizard bookstore. "Sorry Malfoy." she said sheepishly, letting him go and blushed with embarrasment. He looked at her with narrowed silver eyes and growled. "Granger! You clutz - " he said when he saw a flash of red light barely miss him.
He turned around and saw Weasley with his wand out. Weasley's face was as red as his hair and had tried to curse him for some reason. Why? Unless. . .unless Weasel liked. . .Granger? Hell no, Granger was his! He reached for his wand, but before he could even get his fingers on it, Hermione had hers out and had cursed Ron. Ron looked at her in shock before he fell into a body bind. Harry looked somewhat amused. "You really shouldn't have done that Ron." Harry said with a slight smile, then turned to Hermione. "Hermione! Why did you do that for?" he asked. Hermione crossed her arms. "Because he was being a bloody git!" she said, and walked into the bookstore. Harry merely shook his head and done the counter-jinx. He got up, glared at thier backs and shook his head. "'Mione's gone completely mental." he murmured darkly. Harry couldn't help but agree somewhat.
'Okay, I just said that Hermione was mine. Have I gone completely mental?' he wondered, as he walked beside of Hermione. 'Hell! She's my enemy! Doesn't that mean SOMETHING damned it! Evedently not. . .' he thought as he watched her bounce up and down in excitement as she walked down one row and up the other, examining different books, choosing one or two from each she picked up, then she'd bounce to another row and grab the required schoolbooks, and flip through one so fast it made Draco's head spin. He was relieved when they got to the desk. The clerk looked oddly at them and then shrugged. No doubt Granger came in here often enough, and he had been seen in here once arguing with her and her friends, who were behind her, Potter just looking around and Weasel sulking and looking at him angerly.
'Sulk all you want Weasel, but mud - Grang - Herm - DAMNED IT! Hermione is mine! And you, you stupid little blood-traitor, will not!' he thought with a wide smirk. 'Hell, did she put a spell on me or something? I am the brat prince of Slytherin for Merlin's sake! I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts - Granger, damned you girl, what'd you do to me?' he thought as she smiled - smiled again! - at him! "Well, are you going to go or are we going to wait all day?" she said and he narrowed his eyes at her, put his books on the counter and paid for it. 'Mmm. . .thinking about money, perhaps mother and I should put ours in a separate vault to stop father from blocking it.' he thought to himself and decided he would. "Granger, I'm going to go to Gringotts." he said, vanishing his books and walked out. She nodded. "Alright. We'll be at Madam Maulkin's. I know Harry has to get some new robes, and I want to look at a few dress robes." she said and turned to watch him leave.