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Okay. This was late because I was extremely busy and I have testing... (I hate it to death) so much sorries... but anyway, thank you! I love you guys! I love the reviews! ut what I don't understand is that the reviews and hits are decreasing... what's up with that? I also asked Liz (where-my-heart-resides) the same thing and she says its happening to her too...anyone have any ideas about what's going on?

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Hermione skipped down the stairs joyfully, ready to enjoy a nice breakfast.

But there was an eerie silence as she skipped down the stairs. A bit too eerie. She let out a gasp at the bottom step when she realized Draco was in the room at the time.

There was a little coffee table in the middle of the room, with an assortment of papers scattered throughout the desk area. Draco was sipping some coffee quietly, looking at Hermione expectantly. He had a crisp and fresh new Daily Prophet in his hands. Hermione noticed he had his bleached sunflower hair back, instead of a shiny bald head.

"Hello Granger," he drawled softly. Draco took a sip of his coffee seriously, looking poised and professional. He smiled at Hermione and took another sip. Then Hermione raised an eyebrow at Draco coughed and coffee flew to the ground.

"Ah, fuck it. I can't do this serious shit," Draco whispered too loudly. He dropped the coffee cup to the ground and Hermione watched as the coffee spread quickly across the room.

"Can you say, 'What the Hell?'" Hermione told Draco, confused as ever.

"Let me get to the point. I don't think I can do this gay thing anymore," Draco said coldly.

"Why not? I thought you said it was fun to watch others reactions? And how you want me to be as slutty as you were gay? Oh and how about your Fath-"

But Hermione was suddenly cut off by a crisp, new, newspaper being shoved in her face. Hermione scanned the newspaper over and her eyes grew big at the headline. "Malfoy Outraged When Draco Acts Gay". And below the large headline was none other than Lucius Malfoy. He looked so angry, scowling and shooting a glare at someone, and he actually looked a bit malicious at the time. Hermione thought Lucuis would jump out of the picture and strangle Draco if he could.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Hermione asked him worriedly, for she looked forward for him to be gay everyday.

"Well, I was thinking... maybe if we could shorten it to one week. Then there would only be four days left. Oh, plus you could have only a week too," Draco said with an ounce of uncertainly.

Hermione looked to the newspaper, then back at Draco, who put on a pouty face. He looked so uncanny, and he looked like a poor puppy dog who had been mistreated and abused. So Hermione let out a small chuckle, and nodded her head. Draco's face lightened up.

"Well if you'll excuse me, I better go live the rest of my gay days," Draco said, running out of the common room. Hermione smiled to herself as she skipped back up to her room. Hermione pulled out the familiar lilac diary and wrote away for about 20 minutes. But Hermione quickly shoved her diary under her bed as there was a knock at her door.

"Ugh...Draco..." Hermione mumbled as she lightly turned the knob so Draco could swing the door right open. Draco had on a pair of large, rhinestone lined (or maybe it was diamonds?), off-white rimmed, sunglasses.

Hermione stood gaping at Draco. Then she finally spoke.

"Why are you wearing women's sunglasses?"

Draco smirked devilishly.

"You'll see in class, Granger. I'm only doing this gay thing in front of them, you see," Draco said mysteriously.

"That's really vague," Hermione replied.

"It is," he told her as he swiped them off his head so he could wipe the shades. He then put them swiftly back on his head like he had done it everyday. "Oh and Granger, I'm here for truth. We forgot last night and we haven't done todays yet."

Hermione groaned as she ushered Draco out of her room. She shut the door carefully behind her and Draco jumped down the staircase and almost fell on his back since he tumbled wildly. Hermione couldn't contain her giggles, so she let out a small chuckle.

"Moron," she mumbled as she cast the truth spell.

"Let's start with you Granger. Did you really think Seamus was cheating with Lavender or did you just not want to believe it?"

Hermione gave him a pained look, but answered with a shocking yes.

"Why don't you break up with him then?" he asked her.

Hermione groaned.

"I don't want to break up with him because he's the only guy who I know that loves me and he makes me feel like I'm loved by everyone," Hermione blurted out to him honestly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk you little show off," Draco drawled. "How could you use him like that?"

Hermione glared and hit him on the head.

"Now...let's see... Oh how long do you think you guys will last?" Draco asked innocently.

"A week," Hermione replied quietly.

'Oh, I'll make sure its less than that' Draco thought.

"It's my turn now, Malfoy," Hermione told him as she began to smirk.

Draco faked a loud gulp, making Hermione smirk like a madman.

"Well, first off, why do you hate Harry?" she asked him.

Draco sighed, and then took a deep breath.

"Remember that no word of this gets out," he reminded her. Hermione nodded, and told Draco to continue.

"Well, the only reason I hate Potter is because he gets all the attention and I don't and he's so brave and lucky and everyone adores him," Draco confessed.

Hermione sat on the red couch, just gawking at his words.

"Are you kidding me?" she asked incredulously.

"Obviously not. We have a truth spell in session," Draco told her.

"Okay, then why do you hate me and Ron?" she asked again, eager for him to answer more questions.

"Well, I hate Ron and you because you are friends with him and because you have a friend that will die for you, and it makes me mad to know that no one will do that for me," Draco confessed once more, no emotion currently playing on his pale face. Hermione was completely shocked.

But then a random question came to her mind.

"Where did you get that boomerang shaped scar? Like when you showed me your chest and stuff?" she asked.

Draco's face stiffened, and then Hermione developed a melancholy look.

"Don't tell me it's something sad again," Hermione told him, her eyes filling with worry.

"It is, I guess," Draco replied, looking away. He then took a deep breath and turned to face her again.

"Well... it all started when I was about 7. Well, Father took me to a park while he went to go talk to some Death Eaters. Don't ask why they met in a park. But I was trying to fly on a broom he bought for me, and I suddenly crashed. When I looked up, I saw a small girl with long blonde hair and brilliant jade eyes. She looked very pretty to me at that age. Out of nowhere, the little girl's eyes suddenly grew big. She stared at me, concentrating on me, and darted away. When she ran off, a strong pain overcame me and I became weak and helpless. I lay sprawled on the ground, yelping in pain. Next thing I knew Father came to me and he took me home, never noticing the scar I developed. That girl made me feel like I was evil and no one could ever love me," Draco said depressively. "I know it doesn't sound that bad, but that scar just reminds of pure hatred that was forced upon me from something I don't even know. I just think somehow it was her fault and because she suddenly hated me, it just... appeared."

Hermione looked at Draco sympathetically.

"I'm sorry. I know how it feels. But I'm surprised that those kinds of things can make you sad," she said quietly as Draco started to get up and pace the room.

"Well, that's just the way I am," Draco admitted.

"I know," Hermione stated. "I know."

Draco glanced at her emotionless before he turned to his bedroom and shut the door quietly behind him.

At last he was alone. Draco smirked as he picked up the lilac diary that was starting to collect dust under his bed. He knew he should have found a little place for it.

So... Draco showed me his father's face in the Daily Prophet today and I just had to change my mind. Lucuis would kill him! I can't have that happen! Then how would I get to laugh like I have been for the past few days! Oh wait... I didn't just write that Malfoy's making me happy, did I? Well, lets just pretend I didn't. Too bad this diary's got an anti-erase and an anti-scratch out spell. Why would they put those kind of things in diaries? What possible reasons can they think of? Ugh... Well, I forgot all about the meetings for the Fall Ball. We can't forget about that, can we. Oh and the weird thing I heard is that there are some exchange students coming to this school soon... but I have no idea when, I just overheard the professors talking... I wonder if it's really true.

There in the middle of the page was a drawing of a large beaver. With prickly brown fur and large buck teeth, looking proud and standing tall. It seemed not even a blow to the stomach would stop it from looking so proper and straight.

See that beaver? I saw that one in my dream last night. The wolf was there too. But it didn't do anything but sit on a rock and look depressed. I don't get my dreams, why do they have to be so confusing?

Draco raised an eyebrow. He had been having animal dreams as well...

Draco stared at the beaver.

"Why the hell would a beaver be in her dream?" he asked himself aloud.

He was befuddled about his dreams.

"Stupid damn cougars," Draco told himself. There was always a cougar in his dream and occasionally there was some other animals like crows.

Draco closed the diary and looked a for a new spot to put it. He thought for a second and then leapt toward this drawers. He pulled his boxer drawer and hid the diary underneath his boxers.

He let out a chuckle as he walked out his room to breakfast.

Draco and Hermione both were late to breakfast. But Draco, having only a couple of days left in the gay dare, wanted to do something special.

"Oh my god! I love everyone!" Draco yelled out randomly. He had those expensive sunglasses on at the time.

Everyone at the Slytherin Table shot Draco a glare and went back to eating. Everyone was starting to ignore Draco...

But something came...

Owl Post.

Thousands of owls poured in the Great Hall, dropping letters off. Hermione got some letters too. One from her mum and dad, one from Mrs. Weasely, and the other one from...

She didn't know where the other one was from.

But she somehow got that feeling that it was someone she knew... very well...

Hermione slashed open the letter with her fingernail and quickly poured over the writing.

Hermione Dearest,
It's Draca.
No, it's Draco. Fuck that 'dearest' shit too.
Remember, 4 days left.
There going to be good Granger, they are going to be good.

Just watch today's little show...

Hermione was puzzled as to what Draco was going to do. Hermione looked to the teacher's table...

No one in sight.

Draco was up to something.

The next thing she knew, Draco was on the Slytherin Table, kicking off some rolls and oatmeal. A big spotlight fell upon him.

"Welcome. To Hogwarts' Fashion Show! Oh my God horray!" Draco squealed. "Who ever wants to be in it, holler!"

A couple people let out some shouts. The brave ones of course. The Gryffindors, duh.

Some 3rd years, 6th years, a first year, and Seamus and Dean yelled. Plus a couple kids from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and Pansy from the infamous house of Slytherin.

"Well, come up!" Draco squealed once more, about to shatter every window in the Great Hall.

Everyone came up, cat calls and whistles created by the other students.

"First up is... the darling Seamus!" Draco announced.

Seamus strutted his stuff down the table, kicking off bagels, eggs, and apples. Then Draco took a handful of applesauce and threw it at him.

"What the fuck!" Seamus yelled. Apparently, Seamus had a bad temper.

Seamus wrestled Draco until the fell of the table, throwing punches.

Then Draco did the unthinkable.

You know.

The kind of thing you could never imagine.

Draco kneed him in his... privates.

"DAMMIT!"

"See ya at dinner!" Draco wailed as ran off cowardly, beginging a chorus of "I'm too sexy".

Seamus groaned loudly, squinting madly and curling up like he was dying.

Hermione hopped out of her seat and rushed over to Seamus.

"Seamus!" she yelled worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"No shit Sherlock!" he yelled at her, his voice strained.

The students let out a chorus of "OoOs" as Hermione glared at Seamus.

"Just because you're hurt doesn't mean you can do that to me," Hermione said furiously.

"I didn't mean it though," Seamus replied softly, about to cry from the excruciating pain.

"Whatever. Don't tell me that shit!" Hermione said engulfed in extreme anger.

Seamus watched helplessly as Hermione stormed away, Harry and Ron following.

Hermione paced through the library, passing many bookcases.

"Sometimes I just don't know if he evens cares!" Hermione whispered angrily to herself.

Ron and Harry both came up behind her and engulfed her in a hug.

"Hermione, it's okay. He's a dickhead, that's all. Just give him time,

I'm sure he didn't mean it," Harry explained as he patted Hermione's back.

"Yeah Hermione, Seamus just needs to get help," Ron said sympathetically. Harry elbowed him, causing Ron to emit a small "ow".

"Thanks guys," Hermione said thankfully. "I'm glad you guys are my best friends."

"Well, we actually all have to get to class, so how 'bout we go?" Ron asked.

"I'm up for it," Hermione said as they walked out of the library.

After all their classes, their was another meeting for the fall ball.

Hermione smiled as everyone came in, and Draco was amusing himself with nail polish.

"Welcome to another meeting. So, anyone to suggest any ideas for this ball?" Hermione asked politely.

"Yah, they should be like really romantic and there should be a band with really hot guys!" Draco exclaimed. He was still wearing his sunglasses.

"For Merlin's sake, be quiet!" Hermione hissed.

Draco shot her a mysterious glare.

For no reason at all.

But after 10 minutes, a lot had been done. Draco and Hermione were making the posters, Ginny and Luna were decorating, Ron and Zachrias were getting the entertainment, and they were going to get Dobby in charge of food and catering.

Hermione sighed. It had been a long day indeed.

Tonight was the first night for Quddiditch practice.

Ever since Blaise became Qudditch king in 6th year, Draco lost his spot for Qudditch captain to him.

But obviously, Draco really didn't give a shit.

He still got the girls.

Draco walked out of the Slytherin Changing Room and saw some 2nd years chattering in a corner.

"Hey look its that gay kid," one whispered.

The others started to giggle.

"Oh yeah, just act like I'm a damn STATUE!" Draco said dramatically in their faces. They all ran away scared.

But one stayed behind.

A short boy with scruffy sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, ready to spot their next...victim.

"Why don't you run along with your buddies?" Draco asked in a babyish voice. Draco could see the top of his head and he had to duck down to see him.

"Shut your mouth fatass," he said rowdily.

"Fatass? Yes, I have a wonderful ass," Draco said, smirking right in the little boy's face.

The boy fell silent as he boiled up his anger inside.

"But you my dear, have an ugly ass. And guess what you deserve?" Draco asked like he was talking to a two year old.

Draco reached his hands down to the boy's boxers, and pulled them straight up so the boy almost leviatated off the ground. Draco cringed as he heard a slight ripping.

"A boy such as you deserves muggle treatment. Such as wegies," Draco stated as the boy stood there dumbfounded.

Draco laughed evilly as he got to the Quidditch fields.

When he was here, he wasn't going to be gay. Just himself. The guy who could beat the shit out of anyone!

Draco chuckled to himself and then got up on his broom and quickly fell off.

He looked at it with the "WTF?" look plastered onto his pale face.

Draco got on once more, but fell off again.

As he ascended to the sky, he felt he wasn't going to fall anymore.

Too bad he jinxed himself.

Draco fell with a large thud to the ground, the grass all torn.

"What in Merlin's name is going on!" Draco yelled as everyone laughed from above.

He remembered seeing a head of red and black float past him while he was in the locker rooms.

"POTTER! WEASLEY! WHERE ARE YOU?" Draco yelled.

Draco ran over to the tree where he saw them last. They were sitting right there, chuckling their white asses off. Draco furiously put Ron on the broom and pushed him. Ron somehow got lifted off the ground, out of his control, and then fell on top of Harry, hurting them both.

"That's what you get," Draco told them, smirking.

As he jogged off to go get a substitute broom, he muttered one of his favorite words.

"Ass holes".

Right then, animal droppings landed on Draco's head.

"Fuck karma," Draco muttered angrily as he fought the urge to squeal.

A/N

Here ya go. I couldn't help those parts at the end. Especially the wegie one, ha. Boring, but I had to sorry. I think I am going to start making smaller chappies so I can update sooner. Do ya like that idea? Well, I'm expecting 20 reviews this time before I update! So when I get like 260 reviews, I'll post. Okay then? By the way, wish me a happy birthday! My birthday is the 27th of April and I am going to be an offical teenager! Horray!

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