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Night 4

I walk down the hall, nervous of seeing the blond arsehole Slythrins call Malfoy. After last night, I feel…bad…for the prat. I'm assuming the girl we heard last night was Parkinson. I just can't get over the face Malfoy had last night. It makes me almost cave. Keyword: Almost.

I sigh and look over at a window. The moon isn't out, but it's still kinda nice. I see a bunch of kids running around. That's a bit weird to be running around on a Tuesday night. One appears to be wearing a Ravenclaw robe on but I can't tell what the other is.

"Watcha looking at?"

The voice startles me and causes me to jump. I turn around to see Malfoy there. "How the bloody hell do you find me every night?" I sneer.

He shrugs. "I just go where any predictable 16 year old Gryffindor would go." He says, with no tone in his voice.

I scoff. "Well could you leave me ALONE? I don't like having to see your face during the day, why do I have to see it at night too?" I growl.

Malfoy pulls a face of annoyance. "You getting ready to start your bloody period? No pun intended, I must add." He shoots at me.

I cross my arms. "Well for the past week, you've been bothering me. Do you do that enough during the day?" I ask, snottily. "And besides, do you have so slut you have to go shag?"

Now he's giving me this look of anger. Oh great. Now I'm gonna have to deal with Mr. I-can't-handle-being-insulted. "You should be lucky I'm being nice to you." He sighs. "I'll cut the foreplay. I need your…help."

I look at him in disbelief. I scoff and begin to laugh. "You've got to be kidding me! Why the hell would I ever help you?" I shoot at him.

The next thing I know, Malfoy has me pinned against the wall. "Listen Mudblood, This is really important." He says, angry and staring down into my eyes. His eyes are soft but dark. Very mysterious.

"I'll hear what I have to if you would just PLEASE stop pinning me up against fucking walls."

Malfoy lets go. "Sorry. But anyway, I need you to follow Pansy at night." He says.

I eye him. "Why? I thought she was just some whore that goes down on you." I say. The image of Parkinson on her knees "pleasing him" pops into my head. It makes me disgusted and oddly jealous. I blush and look away.

Malfoy shifts his weight. "I just tell everyone that. She's kinda important." He says.

Then it hits me. "YOUR IN LOVE!" I squeal.

Malfoy rolls his eyes. "Your insane. It has nothing to do with that." He says as if he doesn't care. I look him in the eyes. Oh yeah. I've seen the look in my own eyes when…I would hang out with Ron.

"I know how you feel."

Malfoy looks up. "What?"

"I know how it feels to be in love with someone who doesn't love you back." I say.

He groans. "I'm not in love!" He wines. "Get that though your fucking head. Malfoy's don't fall in love."

I roll my eyes. "Malfoy, you've got it bad. Your in there just as deep as I am." I say.

Malfoy taps the tile and crosses his arms. His eyes are sad. "I just worry about her. There's just so much shit in this school that can fuck with her." He admits. He looks down at me and glares. "You tell a fucking soul and I'll hex you into your next damn life." He growls.

"Who am I gonna tell? Harry? Please. I don't talk to Ron and Harry's got Ginny on the brain all the time." I grumble.

"That sucks."

"Tell me about it."

We are silent for a few moments till Malfoy yawns loudly. "Well Granger, you going to help me or am I on my own?" He asks.

I bite my lip. I look up into his eyes. They look lost and hopeful. I've never see Malfoy this desperate. Usually I would be using it to my advantage, but instead, I feel bad for him.

I nod. "I guess. What else am I going to do?" I say.

Malfoy grins. "You could fuck around like I would." He says.

I look at him in disgust. "EW! I would never do that! That is nasty." I say. I mean, I've never really kissed anyone before. Just that immature peck stuff, but do you actually think I'm going to tell Malfoy that!

He shrugs. He leans down. "Well I'm sure you could if you wanted to." He says. He pulls back my brown curls and whispers, "Your pretty sexy for a whiney Gryffindor Mudblood."

My eyes widen and chills go though my body. I hold my breath. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY! I want to move away from him but my feet feel glued to the floor. I want to tell him to get off and tell him to sod off, but I can't form words.

Malfoy backs away and grins at me. "Lets just keep that a secret in-between me and you." He says and looks at his watch. "Well, it looks like I've overstayed my welcome. I'm gonna go."

I nod and watch him walk away. I can't get what he just said off my mind.

Your pretty sexy for a whiney Gryffindor Mudblood.

But Ron told me I was unattractive. Then it hits me. He's just warming up to me cause he just wants my help. I'm such a moron! I'm insane for thinking that. I feel anger overwhelm my body. I huff and stomp down the hall. I'm so stupid…