A/N: Yes, the last quote from the last chapter was Blaise. Sorry for the confusion.

Chapter Sixteen: Much More Than A Threat

Two days later, Draco was back on his feet and both him and Hermione were forced to continue through out their normal routines, along with going back to the Heads Room. Madame Pomfrey was still working on the cure for Hermione, but was going a bit slowly. Hermione and Harry had also talked. Although Hermione was still insecure and angry with Harry, they decided not to let it affect their friendship. They were the trio, and nothing could change that.

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They had missed the morning of classes, due to the fact that Draco had over slept with the sleeping potion Pomfrey had gave him (so that he would not move, making it easier for his wounds to heal). Hermione had also slept in, and Madame Pomfrey didn't bother waking her up. It was already seven thirty in the evening.

"Hermione! Get down here!" Draco called from the bottom of her staircase. There was a prefects meeting which they were daringly close to being late for.

"Alright already!" She called back as she opened the door. Her hair was pulled back in a bun with two pieces of hair in thick ringlets framing her face. She was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt that had a round collar which dipped into a small V in the center. With this, she wore a jean skirt and black stilettos. She looked up to see Draco smirking at her. She blinked. "What?"

"Seems like someone wants to remind the Prefects of who the Queen of Beauty is," Draco teased as he hooked arms with her and led her out.

It seemed like a wonderful evening. That ship was slowly sailing, though.

The couple walked into the Room of Requirements to find all the prefects staring at them in awe. He looked over to Blaise and raised an eyebrow questionably. It was only Blaise, Harry and Ginny who were not surprised to see them together. The Halloween Dance flashed through Dracos and Hermiones minds as they came to realization.

"So it's true," a sassy sixth year from slytherin stated. "He is dating the filthy little mudblood."

Hermione, known to react to the insulting name, slowly strode over to the girl in what looked like a threatening way.

"I am not a filthy little mudblood, Miss Hills," Hermione hissed as the room went silent, "I am your Head Girl, and the only filthy thing here is your mouth, which I suggest you shut."

Draco smiled as he turned his head to look at the ground, letting out an impressed whistle. Victoria, on the other hand, was glaring knives at Hermione.

"But it is true, right? You two are dating, right?" Michael Sheppard, a ravenclaw boy, called from the back of the group.

"You'd best hope not, Draco, or else slytherin will never let you live it down," Victoria answered for the couple. At this point, Ginny rolled her eyes at the snotty girl.

"Will you shut up, Victoria? Just because Hermione can actually hold on to a good man, doesn't mean you have to hassle the both of them about it."

"What would you know, Weasley?"

Ginny smirked her all-knowing smirk. "Because Charles has never been better."

"No you didn't!" Victoria shrieked as she pounced on Ginny. Blaise quickly rushed to the scene and dragged the crazy girl off of Ginny.

"Awh! Blaise! Both of you are disgraces to the slytherin house!" Victoria cried.

"You seriously need to get your head checked, Victoria. Draco is the king of slytherin. He can do no wrong. As for me; no worries," Blaise replied smoothly as he sat back into his comfy chair.

Draco and Hermione just watched the two as the room broke out into whispers.

"Quiet, all of you!" Draco barked as he sat in his Head Boy chair, "We have some plans to discuss."

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"That was horrible," Hermione announced as her, Draco and Blaise burst into the common room, all exhausted from the non-stop questioning meeting.

"You thought that was bad? Just wait until tomorrow in class!" Blaise sighed as he made his way over to the kitchen, and started rummaging through the cupboards.

"And, Draco, you seemed to be of few words in there," Hermione pointed out skeptically.

"What was I suppose to say? 'Sorry, I've decided go against my house and family beliefs in order to date a girl'?" Dracos sarcastic answer dripped through his lips.

"Well not in those words exactly!" Hermione huffed as she shooed Blaise out of the kitchen and began to make hot chocolate for the three of them.

Blaise, with his attention turned away from the kitchen, decided to join the conversation, "Hermione, he's right. He's dead enough as it is."

"Exactly! I'm just lucky I don't have to return to the slytherin common room every night. That would be suicide in the making!" Draco continued as he joined Hermione in the kitchen. "What the bloody hell are you making now?"

"Hot chocolate. Now, sit down, " She replied firmly as she stirred the liquid in the three mugs one by one.

"Hot chocolate my ass. I like chocolate cold – room temperature maybe, but not hot," Draco mumbled to himself as he and Blaise took a seat on the large sofa. Hermione soon came and squeezed herself between the two close sitting boys as she laid the tray with the drinks on the table.

She took her cup and gently sipped the hot substance. Draco and Blaise hesitantly followed. Draco put his cup down after a few sips and turned to Hermione. "What if it doesn't work out?"

She turned to him, confused. "Work out in what way?"

"I mean what if the people don't accept us?" He asked, trying desperately to avoid all eye contact as he found the floor suddenly interesting.

Hermione sighed. "That's all you're worried about, isn't it? You being accepted and respected so highly by the most arrogant and conceded group of people in the world," she started, growing into her well-known angry tone, "Well, Draco Malfoy, I accepted you against my house. You're going to have to pick between the two." With that, she walked into her room with frightening calm as Draco and Blaise looked over her. It was a few minutes before any of them spoke.

"Did you hear what she called slytherins?" Blaise asked, clearly insulted. Draco paid no attention to his words, though. He just took deep breathes.

"She doesn't understand. She doesn't understand my house, father, blood or expectations. Word of our relationship will undoubtedly leak to my father. He's a death eater! He wouldn't even blink while giving her the 'avada'! And the slytherins will pulverize her."

"Too true, mate." Blaise agreed, taking another sip of his hot chocolate.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the Head Girls Dormitory Door, Hermione was listening to their conversation. Her face was in full-shock mode as she heard Dracos little speech. It was almost as if she had forgotten who he was, who he was dealing with, what house he was in, and who his father was. Her sudden realization was interrupted, though, as she heard him speak again.

"But if I had to choose between it all, I'd choose her." She let out a frustrated moan. He just had to make himself so perfect, didn't he?

"Wow," the voice of Blaise came, "Seems a little soon to be falling in love with this girl, Drake. Do you know what you're getting yourself into?"

Draco sighed and let out a grunt. "Yeah… Commitment." They both laughed, as Hermione grinned on the other side.

"Did you shag her yet, though?" Blaise asked. Hermione pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear his answer. Draco took a moment before answering.

"Yeah… yeah, we did," he replied from his own little world which he was now in. Blaise smirked and snapped his fingers in front of Dracos face. Draco immediately came back to the world.

"Well, how was it?" Blaise continued, smiling mischievously. Draco mimicked the smile back at him.

"Indescribable," he answered back, sending Blaise into a gaping state.

"That good, eh? So when did you crack the little virgin?" Blaise asked, smirking.

"Hah! First of all, she wasn't a virgin," Draco replied as Blaise gave him a rather surprised face, "Second of all, it was before the relationship even started."

"Whoa! So you went out with her anyways?" Blaise continued with the questions.

"Yes… What's wrong with that?" Draco asked, truly confused.

Blaise cocked up an eyebrow. "You never do that."

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The two love birds woke up the next morning in a pretty normal state. It was the first day going to classes as a couple. It didn't sound like much, but it was.

Draco was patiently waiting for his significant other (A/N: -laughs hysterically for some odd reason.- ) on the large sofa when Hermione finally came out of her room. She was wearing black jeans with a short chain at the top, and a black shirt with a jagged, red design on it. Her hair was in a big, red clip at the back which let a bit of it come out at the top. She had on some thick mascara and lip gloss that had the slightest hint of red. On her feet were some black, red and grey skater shoes. She smiled at Draco. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a black dress shirt, entirely open, showing his tight white undershirt.

"Going for a bit of a different style today, are we?" He asked as he smiled back and hooked arms with hers. She just shrugged as they opened the door and stepped out.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked while walking through the halls.

"Yeah. So, what are we doing when we get to the Great Hall? Are we just separating or doing something?" she questioned curiously. Draco smirked at her.

"Do you want to do something?" He asked suggestively.

"Ugh, never mind."

They came to the entrance and looked at each other before slowly walking in. All heads turned towards the couple – some in awe, some in hate. The two looked at each other and Hermione turned to go to the Gryffindor table, but, before she could take a step, Draco pulled her into a hard kiss. All the students gasped at the scene as Draco held her tighter. He finally let her go, and looked into her shocked eyes. The simultaneously separated to their different tables, bombarded with questions.

Over at the Slytherin Table…

Draco, being the guy he was, could shut up anyone with just one of his glares, which he did. He shut up everyone except the girl who couldn't shut up…

"But Drakie! You kissed her filthy lips!" Pansy cried beside Dracos helpless ear.

"Shut up, Parkinson. Her lips are perfectly clean, unlike yours," Draco replied, pointing at her lips as if she had food on them. She quickly whipped out a mirror and started examining her mouth. Thankfully, Blaise took a seat next to him.

"Drakie! There is nothing on my lips!" Pansy huffed in frustration.

"Oh, but there is something right there," Blaise said, pointing to her cheek.

Pansy gaped as she started to scratch her cheek rapidly, staring at his finger.

"Oiy, Pansy! What are you doing? You can't scratch off ugliness!" Blaise said loudly so that the whole part of the table that could see her heard. Everyone started laughing, including Draco, and Blaise smirked as her face went extremely red. Pansy turned her attention back to Draco.

"But Drakie, don't you love me? How could you go out with that mudblood?" She whined, grabbing his arm tightly.

He quickly pried her off of him before answering, "Let's see; She's hot, she's funny, she's nice, she's smart, and she doesn't cling. I guess she's just everything I love – which is NOT YOU!"

This sent Blaise into a fit of man giggles as he tried to hide his laughter from Pansy behind Draco.

"So, Victoria was right then? You have disgrace us, Draco!" Pansy hissed. Draco, surprisingly, just cocked up an eyebrow.

"Victoria, eh? You two sluts both have to leave me alone. I have never disgraced my house, and I haven't yet. Does everyone agree?" He replied icily as he looked at all the students around them. They all nodded their head loyally and went back to their food.

Over at the Gryffindor Table…

"I'm so proud of you!" Ginny squealed as she engulfed Hermione into a tight hug. Hermione smiled at her and looked over to Ron and Harry for a reaction. Harry was looking down at his plate, fidgeting with his fork. Ron, on the other hand, gave her a weak smile. She wasn't happy with their reactions, but they were what she expected. She wasn't going to mope around, hoping that her friends would be happy that she was dating their worst enemy. No, she knew better.

She piled her plate with food and looked over at Draco. It seemed that he was having a much harder time with acceptance than she was. But was he?

"I knew it," came a voice behind Hermione. She turned around to come face to, well, chest with Seamus. Hermione cocked up an eyebrow and looked up at him, not bothering to stand.

"You knew what?"

"That you had a thing for him," he replied with a flicker of disappointment in his angry eyes.

"Seamus, what's wrong with you? We went out once, and now you act like we were married," Hermione said skeptically. Harrys and Rons muffled chuckles could be heard from behind her.

"I know that…" he mumbled as his puppy dog eyes drew their gaze to his shoes. She hated how boys could make her feel bad. Weren't the girls suppose to be the ones who looked adorable? Apparently not.

She didn't have anytime to say anything, though, because Seamus had hurriedly left the hall, leaving Hermione to stare at the empty air.

"Well that was uncalled for," Ginny spoke beside Hermione.

"Loser," Ron coughed, causing Harry to laugh so hard that he had to spit out his bacon – which caused Ron to laugh out his. This of course, caused the domino effect as Hermione and Ginny went through the same act.

"Ron, you're so mean!" Ginny scolded after wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Oh, please, Ginny! Harry told me how you told off Victoria!"

"She had it coming!"

"So did Seamus!"

At this point, Hermione looked around. Everyone still had their eyes on either her or Draco. She wondered how long they could watch her in such a boring state. A squeal was heard from the slytherin table and she looked over to see Pansy practically molesting Draco. He pried her off of her and some words were said. He then looked up at Hermione and they locked eyes. He sent her a lop-sided grin and winked at her, making her feel butterflies go wild in her stomach. Yes, he still had that effect on her. Suddenly, he got up and left the Hall. He was definitely up to something…

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Draco quickly spotted Victoria leaving the Hall and waited a while before he would go after her. He took a glance at the gryffindor table to find a certain Hermione staring back at him. He sent her a grin and winked at her before deciding it was time to go after Victoria before she got out of sight.

Draco Malfoy walked down the halls quickly as he caught up to the black haired girl. "Victoria."

The long black hair suddenly flipped around as the girl turned around to find Draco standing directly behind her. "Uh um yes, Draco?" Was that a hint of fear that he heard?

"Care to tell me about this 'disgrace' bulshit that you have been spreading around the school?"

"Yes. I spread it – like butter on a roll," she replied, smiling at her way-too-corny simile.

"I suggest you stop," he threatenly took a step closer to her, "Because you're precious whore, pansy, won't be there to save you when I ring you're neck for you're big mouth." He did a swift turn to leave when he heard a reply from the smirking girl.

"Was that a threat, Malfoy?"

He turned back around and looked at her with a dangerous eyes. "No." This caused her smirk to grow a lot cockier. "It was much more." And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Victoria in a rather dumbstruck state.

A/N: That was a very short chapter, and I'm sorry! It took to long as well. I've just been unbelievably busy so I decided to at least give you this sorry excuse for a chapter. I know it's not really that worth reviewing, but I'd appreciate if you did anyways! Thanks for reading.

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