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Night 6

I stomp down the hall, very angry. I just got into a row with Ron. "Stupid red-headed git." I grumble. The bastard actually had the nerve to call me shallow. Me! Hermione Granger! He said that I only like guys that look like they would suit me. If he only knew.

I huff and I look outside. The moon is out and it's beautiful. I look down at the ground to see Parkinson. I gasp. No way! She looks like she's waiting for someone.

"What do you see?"

I cry out a bit and turn around. Malfoy rolls his eyes. "Well?" he snaps.

I give him a dirty look. "I don't get a 'sorry I scared the shit out of you?'" I ask.

"No."

His voice sounds angry and he looks tired. I look at him curiously. "Are you ok?" I ask.

"That is none of your damn businesses!" he growls.

I glare at him. "Don't take your problems out on me, dickwad. I'm not taking my problems out on you." I snap.

He looks at his feet and sits down. I look at him like he's gone crazy. His head is hanging and he looks as if he's going to cry.

"Sit."

I look down the hall. I guess we could sit here a bit and chat. I plop down and look at him. "What's wrong?" I ask.

"Pansy."

I should of known. "What happened?" I ask.

He shrugs. "She and I got into a row tonight." he says.

"I got into a row with Ron."

He looks up at me with his blond hair in his face. "No kidding." he says. "What was your fight about?"

"He told me that I go for anything that looks like it could suit me." I tell him.

He smirks. "Pansy told me that I need to go find someone new and that our games where over." He says.

I look up at him. "But your still gonna try and win her, aren't you?" I ask.

"Of course. No one turns down a Malfoy." he says.

"I have."

"You don't count, Mudblood."

I squirm. "Malfoy, since we have sort of truced and all that, could you please not call me Mudblood anymore?" I ask.

"What would you like me to call you?" He asks, snottily.

I huff and stand. "Look I don't have time for your shit. I have to go get students who shouldn't be out. Like your precious Parkinson." I snap.

He stands too. "Sorry Granger." He says. Eh, it's better than Mudblood. "Well, go look for Pansy. I'm going to bed."

I watch him walk down the hall and I turn back to the window. I look down to see that Parkinson is gone. Damnit Malfoy. I walk down the hall, my hands in my pockets. Why has Malfoy been running to me when he has something on his mind. I know he must have other people he can chat with.

I hear a girl giggle. I walk over to the classroom where I think its coming from. I open the door to see Parkinson with a Ravenclaw in third year. She's on her knees…um, 'pleasing' him. This is so nasty, and yet I can't stop watching. This is the first time I've ever seen this before. I see her release his cock and kiss the head and I shut the door and bolt down the hall. I hide behind a beam and watch the two walk out of the room. She kisses him lightly and whispers, "See you tomorrow."

I look at my watch. 1:05. I need to go send Malfoy a owl! I stomp my foot and groan.

"What are you doing, Mudblood?"

My blood runs cold. Oh no! I'm so fucked. I turn around to see Parkinson, giving me a dirty look. I glare back at her. "I've got prefect duties if you can't tell." I snap.

"I saw you watching me in the classroom." She sneers. " What are you going to do? Turn me in?"

"No. I don't want to. You'll get caught by someone worse than me and then you will be expelled." I say.

"Is that a threat?" She growls, going for her wand.

I begin to back away, grabbing my own wand. "I'm just stating the facts. Watch your arse." I snap.

Her hand falls away from her wand and she points in my face. "Don't you go telling Dumbledore or I'll find a way to make you in just as much trouble as I will be." She growls. She pushes past me and storms down the hall. I glare at her while she walks angrily down the hall.

I sigh and sit down. What am I going to do? Now I have Parkinson on my arse. I look down at my watch. 1:20. I stand. I'll be rebellious and go to the dormitories 10 minutes early.

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I sit down on my bed. I pull out some parchment and a quill. I scrawl down:

Malfoy,
Your bloody wannabe girlfriend is going to kill me. I walked in on her "having fun" with a third year. But at least I know where she goes at night. So here is where you come up with a plan to get her back and leave me out of it.
Hermione Granger

I roll it up and I look around for the first owl I see. I see Errol. I smile and tie the note to his leg. "Errol, this goes to Malfoy so make sure your back before Ginny wakes up. I don't want to have to come up with a reason." I say and the bird flys away.

I go to my bed and lay down. I wonder what Malfoy has in mind for me now. For some reason it excites me and that is super scary. I really need to find a boyfriend and take all my sexual frustrations out on him rather than…Malfoy. I shudder and shut my eyes. I hate to admit it, but Malfoy is a nice stand-in for a boyfriend. With that in mind, I drift off into my own dream world.