A/N: I'm so happy! The Harry Potter movie is coming out. Oh my god! I actually saw it with pigglywiggly and katuko. That's to show you that they really ARE people I know. We looked like idiots but who cares right? Well then, on to not wasting your time since it's gonna be really good……I can tell! Sorry I haven't updated yet! It's just I've been so busy with schoolwork.

Chapter 11 – Pressure Begins

It was morning as the sun directly hit onto Hermione's face as the birds were silent and the clouds had drifted over to the south.

"Good morning," Hermione started to say. Suddenly she sat straight up and headed toward to Draco's room, dragging her long yellow silk robe behind her.

It was there that she found Draco under the covers. His clothes wrinkled, mouth open with drool all over, and hair in his eyes.

"Draco, wake up!" Hermione shouted.

"What?" he said, peeking under the covers. He realized the situation and jumped up quickly. "Bloody hell Hermione, go away! I don't want you to see me in this horrible state!" He was moving the blankets and covered under, slowly coming back up.

Hermione, smiling, put her hands on her hips. "You called me Hermione," she replied sweetly.

"Oh did I?" He asked sarcastically. "Must be the hang over," He slowly got up and sat on the side of the bed, not seeming to decide either to fall or not to fall.

"Here," Hermione suggested, walking over and grabbing his arm. "Let me help you,"

"Ah, Granger, for once, something helpful," he said.

"Do you want me to help you dress too!" Hermione cried out, letting go of his arm.

Draco fell to the floor, crawling and yelling, "What the bloody hell just happened! Granger, whacha do that for?"

"Oh sorry," Hermione replied, bending down to help him up.

"Though I wouldn't mind if you did that," he murmured to her.

"Draco, stop that!" she cried, disgust written all over her face.

"Okay, okay," he said as they both walked into the bathroom.

"Okay, I'll go get your clothes and you go change then alright?" Hermione asked, walking out.

"Lovely," he said, waving his hand and smiling.

"Ha, very funny," he heard her say. "Here," she said, tossing him some pants, a shirt, socks, and boxers.

"I see that you went out of your way to get me all of these, thank you," he said.

"I have got to get to class now or else I'm going to be late for a meeting with Dumbledore. You have to get ready fast okay?" Hermione said and rushed out change herself.

When she put on her red blouse and black pants under her robe she headed toward Defense Against the Arts.

"Wait up Granger!" Malfoy called out, tripping over his own two feet.

"It's obvious that you need help getting to class," Hermione explained, pulling him by the arm.

By the time they got to the class, Professor Menotti had already begun with the lesson. He had been applying for a new role ever since Umbridge left the school. He used to be a scientist of the Dark Arts until he had retired from his work to a calm restful life. Dumbledore had other plans since he was a good friend of his. "Very useful to have many friends indeed," he once said.

"Sorry Professor," Hermione apologized. "We were running a little late today," she explained. "Yesterday's Quidditch game made Malfoy stay up a bit longer than we expected,"

"Well, take a seat and I'll talk to two after class," Menotti replied.

"Oh, Malfoy's toying with Granger!" Goyle shouted across the room.

Whispers started and murmurs were being heard everywhere.

"Oh, just shut it! You don't know anything, you stupid Goyle!" Ron shouted, sitting next to Harry and Hermione.

"Yeah, just leave those two love birds alone," Vaisey said mockingly.

"What do you know anyway? It could be because he did something last night that kept him up!" Pansy argued, trying to keep herself from giggling.

"Enough of that! Let's continue on with our lesson!" Menotti requested loudly.

"This is disgraceful, honestly. Who would think that when two people come in late these days, there was anything going on!" Hermione exclaimed, sitting back in her seat.

"Was there anything going on?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"No! Ron, what would make you think that?" Hermione cried out (quietly of course so that no one would hear)

"I would advise you to stay away from him. He's nothing but trouble I tell you," Quincy said from behind. "He used to bring home sixteen girls last year in the reunion. We weren't invited apparently, but I needed to know if any of them had information about what You-know-who is planning on doing," she continued on.

"Is he really that bad though?" Hermione asked.

"I never really wanted to find out," Quincy replied, turning back to her notebook.

"You do what you want Hermione. I trust your judgment," Harry replied for the first time.

"Thank you Harry,"

"I agree with Harry. I'm sure your judgment is good enough to know what kind of a twit Malfoy is," Ron approved.

In the back of the room, Malfoy and the other Slytherins were whispering themselves.

"So have you two done it yet?" Crabbe asked from two rows behind.

"Oh, shut it. We haven't done anything," Malfoy said uncomfortably.

"Oh, I see that the famous sex machine Malfoy has been stumped by Griffindor's very own Hermione Granger," Vaisey exclaimed.

"What are you talking about Vaisey? I haven't seen you been with anyone," Malfoy insulted back. Immediately, Vaisey shrank back into her seat. "Now I would like to get back to my work thank you very much," he said.

Throughout the course of the day people snickered and pointed saying, "Oh look! Granger's been messing around," and "Malfoy's father's going to beat the shit out of him!"

When the day finally ended after much torment and nastiness toward both Malfoy and Hermione they both headed back to their rooms.

"I never thought that there would be so much if two people from different houses liked each other," Hermione observed.

"Not any houses Granger. Slytherin and Griffindor houses," Malfoy corrected.

"We need to just relax," Hermione told herself.

"I can think up of something," Malfoy suggested, sitting down next to her.

"Really?" Hermione replied, sounding intrigued at the idea.

"Yes. In fact, I think that a make-out session will do you some good," Malfoy replied, and started toward her.

"Malfoy, we have assignments, and duties, and other business to attend to!" Hermione cried, yet still clinging on to him.

"You don't seem very interested in that now are you?" Malfoy said, leaning and touching her lips just slightly.

"Um..." Hermione replied, closing her eyes, and grabbing his face gently.

For the rest of the hour, they had made out, cuddled and when they finally managed to pause for a second, Hermione cried out, "My report! The… I have got to go, Malfoy. You understand. Sorry, but I need to run the grounds and get to Hagrid about-"

"Hold on Granger, no need to worry," he said casually. "You'll get to it if you would just pull yourself together,"

"Dumbledore need to see us too you know. We haven't gotten time for this. You go and meet Dumbledore while I catch up with Hagrid and help him round up whatever creatures he has and I'll meet up there in a jiffy," she replied, more calm and casual but yet she was still walking around and before Draco had time to object she had left.

"Women," he muttered to himself, scratching his head.

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Meanwhile, Hermione had run down to the grounds and met up with Hagrid.

"Hagrid! What did you call me up for?" Hermione asked, bending down to catch her breath.

"Ah! Hermione. Professor McGonagall wanted me to give you something," he said.

"But I thought that you wanted me to round up some creatures or whatnot," Hermione said.

"Nah. That was my excuse. If you had told anyone else, what was I to do then?" Hagrid replied.

He slowly headed back into the hut and grabbed something from a shelf nearby. It was a small bottle filled with a dark purple liquid.

"What's this? She asked.

"This," said Hagrid, pointing to the bottle, "is o'cup of, I believe it's 'radare'; it's called, for the Head Boy and Girl. It tells when someone's tryin' ta get somethin' out of you if you know where I'm going,"

"Yes, but Hagrid," Hermione protested, "Why would we need that? And couldn't Professor McGonagall give this to me herself?"

"That's because people are watchin'," Hagrid answered. "Things ain't the same as they were when you first came Hermione. She dint want anyone to catch her givin' her students potions out of blue,"

"You're right Hagrid, sorry. Do I give this to Malfoy too? The potion I mean" she asked.

"Yup. Make sure you both get equal amounts now. Hate to say it but you've got to be fair to ums Malfoy," Hagrid replied. "And since when did you call um Malfoy?" he asked, smiling.

"Um, it just came out," Hermione sputtered. "Thanks Hagrid!" and she ran off hastily.

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For the moment, Malfoy had just left the room when bumping into Pansy Parkinson herself.

"Well, if it isn't my Malfoy," she squealed in delight, rapping her arms around his neck.

"I'm not yours as you put it. I'm a fucking human being for gods' sake Parkinson," he said loudly.

She frowned immediately and kept her hands to herself. "What's wrong? You seem a bit upset," she forced 'bit' and put her hands around her hips. She squealed loudly, "Did that Mudblood give you a hard time?" Her voice was formed in a weird tone as if talking to a five-year-old muggle child.

"I'm not that pathetic Pansy. I know what I'm doing. Now if you excuse me," he said, pushing her away from his path, "I need to see the headmaster for important business,"

"Excuse me, but I'm the best business that you'll get even close to!" Pansy shrieked.

"Stop speaking 'muggle' Pansy," Malfoy said in a tired voice. "I've got some business to attend to. Go find someone else to fuck up,"

"I will!" she screamed in anger. "You'll come back to me!" she yelled down the hall. "They always do!"

"No," Malfoy yelled back, "In fact, once they experience it, they'll probably get STDS," He also added quietly to himself, "Or whatever they call it in the news these days. You can't really trust the Daily Profit anymore,"

He slowly walked away from her, leaving the halls empty once again.

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A/N: I didn't like the many grammatical mistakes. This is the second one of Chapter 11. If you were reading it, sorry! It's much longer though, and with more details to everything so that's a plus. The Pansy meeting was suppose to be for the next chapter but I thought that it would add to the "pressure". I hope that this didn't cause any mishaps. Hope you enjoyed it! I'll try to update more!