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AN- aww hellooooo thank u all sooo much 4 reviewing! Wooooo on with the story. (Oh yeah I should probably tell you that I'm going to swear in this 1 a little more than the others. I'm sure if you were Hermione you would be swearing too in this situation! Lol)

"C'mon Granger. Get a move on. We don't want to be late, now do we?" smirked Malfoy as he pushed me out of his room.

"Fucking potions. We could have had ANY other fucking lesson. But we have to have bloody potions with the fucking Slytherin's. Oh yeah and bloody fucking Snape. Could this possibly get any worse? Oh my god." I rambled under my breath as we walked through the Slytherin common room.

Malfoy and Blaise stepped through the portrait hole and held it open for me. I took a deep breath and zipped my jacket up as far as I could and stepped through it.

Luckily we had potions in the dungeons (that were really near the Slytherin common room) so we didn't have to walk through many crowds. But the people who did see me stared. No one laughed which was weird but everyone stared as I walked down the corridor between Blaise and Malfoy. I looked down and folded my arms.

What were Harry and Ron going to say? All the Gryffindor's are going to thing I want to be Malfoy's cheerleader. They wont understand that I have no choice. That I'm only doing this so we won't lose.

I looked to my side at Malfoy who was striding down the corridor like he was a prince. Well people did call him the prince of Slytherin.

We turned the final corridor leading to our classroom. I looked down at my feet. I couldn't look at them. As soon as we got there (the Slytherin's and the Gryffindor's were on opposite sides of the corridor) they all went completely deafeningly silent. I didn't look up. Everyone stood still and didn't make a sound.

Malfoy stood really close behind me and whispered in my ear. "I'll give you some time to talk to potty and weasel. Have fun." I shivered. He smirked and walked away to join the also silent Slytherin's with Blaise at his side.

I slowly walked over to Harry and Ron (I recognised their shoes) and I looked up at them.

I could tell by the looks on their faces that they knew it wasn't my decision to look like a Slytherin cheerleader.

Harry looked surprised and shocked. But Ron looked furious at Malfoy. He was going redder and redder with anger.

"Er, are you ok Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Well apart from the outfit…yeah I'm fine." I laughed nervously.

"Why is he making your wear that?"

"I have to be his personal cheerleader." I said

Harry raised his eyebrows and looked over at Malfoy who was smirking. "Twat."

"I'll kill him!" Ron yelled as he charged at Malfoy. Seamus and Dean snapped out of staring at me just in time to hold Ron back from brutally murdering Malfoy. Ron struggled and waved his arms around, desperately trying to get at Malfoy, who was laughing openly.

"Ron!" I grabbed his hand. "Don't bother." I whispered. He looked down at me and then at Malfoy and scowled.

"I hate him." He said angrily, folding his arms.

"Yeah, me too." I agreed.

But do I hate him?

Yes you do

I don't hate him as much as I did before… I wonder why? I should hate him more

You do hate him. You hate him so much.

Well yeah… but then again… he is so hot…

But what's what he looks like got to do with hating him?

You can't hate someone that hot.

Yes you can!

No I cant.

He is ugly! Remember? Ugly ugly!

Oh right yeah…

Stop staring at him!

Sorry.

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than, our hook-nosed, greasy haired, potions teacher.

"Well, well, well." He said slowly as he looked at my clothes. "Interesting outfit miss granger." He smirked.

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