A/N: Well, I've got a bit of time before band camp, so I suppose I'll try to squeeze another chapter in. To be honest, I didn't plan on the whole Prefect patrol thing..it's all my bloody schedule's fault. I wrote them up after like, the third chapter to know what classes they had, and found that they both patrolled Wednesdays.. Anyhoo, here goes!

Disclaimer: I doth not owneth thy holy Harry Potter.

To say that Draco had been mulling things over that day would be an understatement, but it was true, indeed, that he was deep in thought--so deep, as a matter of fact, that he skipped near all his classes. By the time Blaise had stopped laughing enough to tell him this, it was almost time to go up for dinner. Obviously, Draco couldn't be too pleased.

I need to cover this up..at least to her..at least for now. Can't let her think crazy things..She's crazy enough as it it.. Draco decided that it was imperative that he fix his mistake that night..but how?

As fate would have it, it was Wednesday. Unlucky for the Weasley, they both patrolled Wednesdays. While--of course unknown to Draco--Ginny Weasley was going positively bonkers about the prospect of patrolling, Draco was estatic, and couldn't wait. Blaise soon caught on to his glee, his smile fading a bit.

"Mate, you're a lunatic. Crazy," he said from his bed.

Draco glared at him. "I'll admit it..I made a mistake. Tonight I can fix it."

Blaise's face lit up. "So you'll ask her out then? You know you want to!" He prompted, infuriating Draco.

"I do not want to go out with that little bit of slime! Peice of dirty filth--"

"Duh.." Blaise muttered. "Course it's dirty.."

"--Ugly, traitor, mindless idiot of a Gryffindor!" Draco continued, not even noticing Blaise's comment. "She's a horrid, vile, attrocious, disgusting girl."

"Gee, don't you think you're overdoing it? You know, it's funny. The thicker you lay it on, the more you can see through it. Quite a unique thing, isn't it?"

Draco had finally stopped and listened to him. "Blaise, what aren't you telling me?"

"Draco, what aren't you telling you?"

Huh? What the bloody hell does that mean!

"What?" Draco was incredibly confused, especially for such a simple statement.

"You heard me mate. You've got some soul searching to do," Blaise said simply.

Draco looked at him long and hard. Yup..definately has lost his marbles, that one. Glancing at the time, Draco grabbed his robe and badge.

"Gotta go..time to patrol."

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Draco prowled the halls in search of the redhead. He wasn't having much luck. Just when he was about to give up, he saw a flash of red come around the corner. Draco quickened his pace, but dropped back to his trudging when he saw that her friend was with her. Cursing to himself, he approached her.

"What're you doing here, Weasley?" Draco forced himself to glare at her. Must act normal..

Draco was shocked to see that she seemed...relieved! Glad to see him snide! Wonder what that's all about.. He folded his arms infront of him.

"Patrolling, Malfoy, what else?" She retorted cooly.

Jerking her head toward Luca, he asked, "what's she doing here?" Oh, nevermind...I don't really care. Just let me get away from here... "Five points from Gryffindor."

The Weasel gaped at him, her mouth opening and closing. "What for! She's just helping me on my rounds!"

Rolling his eyes, Draco explained it to her. Well, at least, he gave her his excuse: He was Head Boy. Not wanting to continue the 'conversation', Draco left.

What is my bloody problem? Can't even stay to finsh and argument with a Weasley this morning, and then this! I need to get out of here.

Sadly, there weren't many places one could seek refuge at night. The library was closed off, nobody was allowed outside, and there was bound to be a couple or two snogging and such up in the Astronomy tower. They weren't allowed up there, anyway. So, instead, Draco headed down to the kitchens for a bit of a snack.

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By the end of the week, Draco had returned to his normal self, pushing first years around and bullying Gryffindors. Although the arguments between him and the Weasley girl were few and far between, as they only had the one class together, and for the rest of the time, they didn't really see eachother, unless they stared across the Great Hall at eachother during meals, which seemed quite stupid to both of them.

Saturday morning, at breakfast, he decided that it was time to pull another prank.

"So, Blaise, I've been thinking about the next attack."

"You make this sound like a war, mate."

"It isn't?"

Blaise rolled his eyes. "So what have you got in mind?"

"Engorgement charm."

The kinder Slytherin's eyebrows shot up. "Where?" He was grinning.

Smirking, Draco turned to the Gryffindor table and subtlely pointed at the redhead. "Engorgio," he muttered.

Blaise's eyes widened as he watched the Weasley cry out. Snickering, he turned back to the table.

"You're evil, mate."

A/N: Just threw that last bit in..I'm rather sick of the whole thing about Coco's 'pain' issues and stuff and I don't know what I'm doing with it, so I'm trying to get out of that. Somewhat. Anyhoo, I'm sure you all can guess what lurvely bodypart Coco was kind enough to engorge for Ginny. Not that she exactly NEEDED it, persay. R&R!