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Night 7

Another day in hell. I sit down on the floor where I usually run into Malfoy at and look down at the bloody note that got me in so much trouble. Here let me tell you all about it…

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"Herm! Wake up!" I hear Ginny whisper to me.

I open my eyes slightly and look down at my watch. (Yes, I like to sleep with my watch on. I'm strange.) It's only 4:30 in the morning. I look up at the red-head and sit up. "Yes?" I ask.

She hands me a note. "Errol had this on his leg." She says. My stomach flip flops, but not in the good way.

I open it up and begin to read:

Granger
I need to meet you tomorrow night. I've had a plan for this already. And, yes, I still need you. I can't wait to carry out this plan. She won't know what hit her or her bloody boyfriend.
Draco Malfoy

I mentally smack my head. I should of know he would of wrote back. "Bloody hell." I grumble.

Ginny must have been reading over my shoulder. "What's going on?" She asks, very confused. "Are you actually working with that prat?"

I sigh. "I'm only going to tell you and you can't tell Harry and definably don't tell Ron. I'm pretty much being blackmailed for something I did last year. So I have to help Malfoy with this stupid plan to get his beloved Parkinson back." I explain.

Her eyes widen. "Mione! This is so bad! We need to go tell Dum-"

I don't let her finish. "NO! I'm dead serious. I can be scarred for life for what Malfoy knows. And besides that, the psycho would come and kill me if I got him expelled." I say.

Gin scoffs. "So your going to go though with something that will get you in trouble? Are you losing your mind!" She asks.

I roll my eyes. "Ginny, you act like he's throwing me into a battle and fighting for his life!" I say.

She points a finger at me. "If you get expelled, don't come crying to me. You may not be doing anything to bad now, but knowing Malfoy, you will be soon."

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I huff and shove the note in my pocket. I see Malfoy walking down the hall. He looks very cocky. Oh Merlin, he must have a good plan. And in a way, he looks kinda good looking like that. I shudder in disgust at my thought.

I get on my feet and look up at him when he reaches me. "So what's the big plan?" I ask.

He sits down by the wall. He looks up at me. "Sit down, Granger." He snaps.

I plop down across from him. I try to sit a way to keep from Malfoy looking up my skirt but after a few moments, I notice Malfoy getting irritated. I cross my legs and huff.

"Just so you know, you've got me in so much trouble when you wrote me back last night." I inform.

He shrugs. "That's what you get when you use the Weasley's stupid owl." He says. He scoots in so close to me that our knees are touching. He leans in close. "Ok the plan is this: Your going to use Polyjuice potion and become Pansy. Then your going to break her and the fucking wanker in third year up."

I have a flashback to second year and shudder. I swore I'd never take that shit ever again. "Malfoy, I'm not taking Polyjuice. I've had some bad encounters." I say.

He groans. "Come on! I've had this shit made for a month now!" He says. "Someone has to do it."

I eye him. "How long have you had this plan?" I ask.

"Six months."

I look at him, dumbfounded. "Why are you going after someone you can't have?" I ask.

He glares at me. "You have no room to talk, Granger! You've been trying to get Ron way longer than I have for Pansy." He shoots at me.

I look away. He's got me there. "At least I stopped." I mumble.

"That's because you're a quitter. Malfoy's always get what they want." He snaps.

"Apparently not in this case."

The next thing I know, Malfoy is pushing me hard onto my back and he gets on top of me. His eyes are cold and angry. "You shut it, Granger. You will take the fucking potion and you will break up Pansy and the third year. If you don't, I'll fucking find something to make your life miserable." He growls, squeezing my arms down.

I'm scared and I'm not afraid to show it. I've see Malfoy angry but never this angry. I feel my eyes water but I hold them back. But I feel one slip from the corner of my eye. I guess Malfoy sees the tear and his features soften. He looses his grip on my arms to wipe the tear away. I push him off me.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I growl. I wipe my eyes to keep the tears from falling.

"Granger, I'm really sorry." He says, trying to get closer to me. He scoots closer. I scoot back until my back hit's the wall behind me.

I glare at him. "You should be thankful I don't go tell someone about that fucking stunt." I snap. He pulls me into his arms, shocking the fuck out of me. "What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy!"

He buries his nose into my hair and I feel him inhale. "I'm truly sorry." He whispers. "I know I probably won't get Pansy but she's worth the try. I hate the fucking reality of it all."

I sigh. "I know what you mean." I whisper back.

He kisses the top of my head and I pull back. "Woah! What the fuck are you doing?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes. "What did it feel like, Granger?" He snaps.

I roll my own eyes. Nice way to make it romantic, prat. I sigh. "I guess I should be getting back. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh when are we doing the 'plan?'"

"Next Saturday. We still need to plan this." He says.

I nod and begin to head down the hall when I hear, "Goodnight Granger."