A/n: Yay! I updated :)
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"Ginny! Wait up! Please!" Harry said running after the infuriated red-headed witch.
She whipped around and glared at Harry.
Hermione and Ron, who were chasing after the two, stood at the back of the corridor, sending each other worried glances.
Harry sighed as he walked up to Ginny who was sending out more fumes than a factory.
"Ginny," he said softly as he put his hand on her arm, "I'm so sorry,"
Ginny slapped his hand away.
"Ow!" Harry said as he shook his hand.
Why is it that every female seemed stronger than him?
"Just tell me one thing, Harry," Ginny began, "Is it true?"
Harry looked at his shoes and said nothing.
"Well then… It's over," she said. Ginny turned around with a 'Humph' and power walked down the corridor.
Harry sadly watched his ex-girlfriend leave until she was out of sight.
Then something bubbled in him.
RON.
He turned around to the freckled wizard who was shifting nervously under Harry's enraged glare.
"I… am going… to murder you, Ron" Harry said in a soft but dangerous tone.
Ron backed up. "Harry…"
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"Did you see that?" Pansy said, right after the Gryffindor scene.
"It was pretty hard to miss," replied Draco.
"Way too much drama, in Gryffindor," Pansy babbled, "Ugh! Imagine if I was sorted into Gryffindor! I mean red and gold? I think I might die…"
Draco just nodded. Honestly, he didn't give a rat's ass about what Pansy was saying. And he was still angry at her for ruining his relationship with Hermione, but he needed to be at least civil to her to get the information he needed. He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing.
"So," Draco said interrupting Pansy's chatter, "How was your sleep?"
Pansy looked at him like he proclaimed his undying love for McGonagall's knickers. "Um," Parkinson replied, "Fine, I suppose..."
"Really?" Draco said arching an eyebrow, "Because I was visited by someone on my way back to the dungeons,"
Pansy looked at him with a little interest. "What's that have to do with me?"
Draco crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Everything."
Pansy said nothing. He could practically hear crickets, she was so clueless.
Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I was visited by you,"
Pansy's eyes widened. "That's impossible. I was asleep the whole night! Unless I was sleepwalking again, but father gave me a potion for that back in second year…"
"So it wasn't you?" Draco interrupted again.
"Sorry to disappoint, but no."
"Oh, then later," He didn't sit to listen to Pansy babble again, so just sat up, grabbed his books and left.
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Hermione chased the raven-haired wizard who was chasing the red-haired wizard. It wasn't long before she lagged behind.
Merlin, she was PATHETIC when it came to running. After all, she was a bookworm, not a bloody track star.
She finally caught up with them.
"Harry! Have you gone completely mad!" Hermione shouted.
Harry had been sitting on a red-faced (probably from the lack of oxygen) and flailing Ron Weasly, strangling him with his tie.
A strange gurgling sound came from Ron. One could assume it was a 'HELP ME!'
Hermione miraculously managed to pull Harry off of Ron. Harry roughly pried his hands from Hermione and glared at Ron.
Ron quickly got up running a hand over his neck.
When did her life become such a soap opera!
"What's your problem?" Ron said pushing Harry roughly on the shoulder.
"STOP IT!" Hermione shouted at both of them.
Oh, yes. Now she remembered. Around the time she started to date Draco Malfoy.
"30 points off of Gryffindor!" Hermione shouted, "Each,"
Harry and Ron stared at her with mouths open.
"Class begins in a few minutes," Hermione began, "I'm going to find Ginny so I can walk her to her class. Figure your problems out," She said as she shoved Harry's tie back into his chest.
The two young men looked at each other.
"What now?" Harry said walking to the nearest wall and leaning on it.
Ron sighed. "Look Harry, Ginny is my sister. Just because you're my friend, I'm not going to pretend you didn't hurt her."
After a moment of silence, Harry replied.
"You're right," Harry said sliding down the war until he was sitting on the floor, "I screwed everything up! Why is it that I screw everything up?" Harry asked running his hand through his hair.
"You don't screw everything up," Ron comforted, "But… you did screw your relationship with Ginny up,"
Harry's eyes shot up at Ron. "Why thank you, Ron"
RING
Ron looked up at the ceiling. "The bell, we should be headed towards class,"
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"This is my stop," Ginny said outside the Charms classroom where Professor Flitwick was welcoming the students with a smile.
She gave Hermione a small sad smile and waved to her good bye.
Hermione's first class was the History of Magic, which was just down the hall.
As she was walking, her mind drifted off about Ginny. She couldn't believe how strong she was. Yes, she praised her for her strength, but was also a little disappointed in her.
Hermione couldn't believe what a big hypocrite she was. She didn't seem so hurt when Hermione caught her snogging some – OOF.
Hermione had bumped into someone. Her immediate reaction was to apologize and keep walking, but that was before she saw two gray eyes gazing down at her.
Hermione cleared her throat.
"Malfoy," she tried to say as stoical as possible.
"Granger," Draco replied.
That surprised Hermione. There was no smirk. No scorn. No hatred. Just… Draco. Part of her expected him to say, "Good morning, mudblood," Or anything to make her angry, for that matter.Just something to squash the butterflies in her stomach.
"Right," Hermione said brushing past him and entering the classroom.
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He was watching her again. Hermione could feel his eyes boring into her back. She fought with herself not to turn around and face her midnight visitor. He had only visited her once, but his words still rang in her ears.
"Stupid Mudblood," he spat as he fiddled with her wand, "Let's just say that evil comes in many, many forms,"
He turned around to the sound coming from the boy's dormitories.
He turned back around to Hermione and smirked, "Looks like we have a visitor,"
Before she knew it, his lips were crashing down upon her. It was rough and brutal. She pushed him off and slapped him.
He touched his cheek and smirked. "Feisty."
Then, he was just gone.
He couldn't have apparated because the anti-apparation wards were very complicated, Hermione thought.It would take forever to get through them, it must be some sort of other magic...
Harry then came down from the stairs and sent her a small smile. Before he could say anything, Hermione was hugging him with the strength of a troll and holding a death grip around this neck.
"Harry, where were you?" Hermione said still unnerved.
"I just went to up to change," Harry explained, "Those jeans were being to chafe..."
"Miss Granger," Binns called, "Can you please tell the class between what years did the Gremlins revolt?"
Hermione snapped out of her daydreaming, "Um, between the 1600s and 1700s,"
"Correct," Binns replied, "And do try to pay attention," he finished as he began to drone on again.
Harry nudged her side. When she turned to him, he seemed to be holding back laughter. She raised her eyebrow and then he gestured toward Ron.
Ron was snoring lighting, with his head rested on the heel of his hand that was beginning to slip.
BAM! Ron's forehead banged on the desk.
"BLOODY HELL!" Ron shouted rubbing at the red spot on his forehead. Harry was doubling over with laughter, and soon was the whole class.
"Quiet!" Binns said trying to restore order, "20 points from Gryffindor!"
Everyone quieted down when Dumbledore appeared in the doorway.
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Draco watched as Dumbledore walked in and asked for a word with Professor Binns.
While the two were out, people began to whisper with each other. He turned his attention to Crabbe and Goyle who were chuckling still at Weasly's misfortune. Draco wrinkled his nose up in disgust for the two. He knew why he started to hang out with them, but he didn't know why he still did.
Dumb-ledore walked back into the classroom and smiled at the students. Then he started apologizing for interruption and blah blah blah. It wasn't long before Draco tuned out.
Draco eyed Dumbledore's long white beard. He might have not fully inherited his father's hate for muggleborns, but he did share in his hate for Dumbledore.
How could someone be that old and still be able to walk and talk without some sort of help? Didn't muggles have those contraptions for the elderly? It was supposed to carry them around places and all the old farts had to do was move a wheel or stick or something.
Draco imagined Dumbledore in one of those machines riding through the corridor. His usual tidy self was disheveled and he was zooming from place to place screaming at the top of his lungs "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Draco shook his head at the bizarre thought. He looked up at th old man and resumed listening to what he had to say.
A/n: Draco's last thought was weird huh? That was actually mine when I was washing the dishes :P Read and Review plz!
-MidnightBlossom