La.Petite.Sorciere: Oh my god. I just realized how short chapter two was. I'm sorry. Accept my apologies.

I wish to thank xkohleyesx, sweetlildevil512, gimmethejuice, caltha, dezra, Noctural007, Linda, andCatherine for reviewing the last chapter.

Disclaimer: Same as before. Unless you really want my bus pass.


Chapter Three

Draco made it to the Dungons in record time. Panting and sweating heavily from the long run, he ran into his room, and threw the blanket away. Changing into his own Slytherine clothes, he leaned against the wall, banging his head roughly. The ageless question ran through his head: What the bloody hell just happened? Why is everyone torturing me? Grabbing his bag, he hurried off to the Great Hall. Someone should be able to help.

On the way down, well, up rather, Crabbe and Goyle found someway to sneak up behind him. Merlin, was he out of it. The big oafs actually scared him. That will never happen again. He pushed open the doors to the Great Hall...

...and everybody there was staring at him.

Staring back coldly at them, he made his way to the Slytherine table. Taking the time to glare dangerously at the Gryfindor's. Just as he sat down, Pansy attatched herself to his pale arm. "Draco," she cooed, "I am so glad you're back! Are you alright? You just disappeared."

"Could someone, please explain to me what happened?" Seething. But still showing his cool.

Millicent choked on her eggs. "You seriously don't know what happened?"

"If I did, would I be asking?" He really was getting too old for this.

"Why, Draco!" Again, Pansy was fawning over him. "You started drinking too much butterbeer."

"Okay. I remember the butterbeer." What are they getting at? I always drink butterbeer.

"Well, Malfoy. You started talking a lot about a certian Gryfindor and then disappeared." Millicent continued.

"I.Did.What?" It looked like someone casted a Supefy spell on Malfoy after these words came out.

"You disappered." Zabini came into the conversation with a laugh. "And, we also found your robes in the hallway."

Draco stood abrubtly. And with a swish of his cloak (A/N: Always wanted to write that...) he stormed off to the other side of the Great Hall...

...to the Gryfindor table

"Oi! Potter! What the hell went on, last night." Draco demanded, right behind Harry, causing him to jump.

"Why, Draco," Harry drew out his first name purposly. "We're back to last names? After what happened last night, I thought we were on first name basis."

His mouth flopped open for a second. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, honestly, Hermoine was a bluff. But us?" Harry leaned closer, to whisper in his ear, so only Draco knew what he was saying. "It is all true." And with that, Harry picked up his bag and left for his next class.

"I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU, POTTER!"


La.Petite.Sorciere: Okay. That was the last chapter. But since someone asked, there will be a sequel...with the romance. And sorry it took so long to post up...my mom has an addiction to Spades on Pogo...> and uses the laptop.

Draco: Yes. Revenge shall be mine! :evil cackle:

Harry: Lay off the caffine, will you? And besides, the revenge will be in the Romance section...remember? Idiot...

Draco: Am not.

Harry: Are too...

La.Petite.Sorciere: Ils sont tres bete. Okay. About...let's say 8 more reviews, and I'll try to get the sequal up as soon as possible. 3