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Nights 22 and 23

I sigh in bliss. I'm still giddy because of last night. The mental image of Draco's blond head in-between my thighs makes me shudder and grin widely.

I suddenly have the desire to skip down the hall. I look around. I can't have anyone see me. I'd be so embarrassed if I got caught. I don't see anyone. I shrug and begin to skip. I begin to giggle. I feel like such a dork. But I don't care.

Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and slams me against the cold wall. Thank god I'm on my period and I have to wear pants, cause it would of froze the back of my legs. Whoever it is that has me against the wall has their hood up and it's too dark to see their face. They squeeze my arms hard.

"Ow! What the fuck!" I bark. I notice a Slytherin patch on their robe. Draco! "Get off of me!"

"You are one stupid wench, you know that?"

I suck in air. Parkinson. Oh god. She could of found a number of things. Shit! She pulls off her hood and her green eyes are filled with anger. "How fucking dare you break Lennon and me up." she growls.

Some part of me lets out an inner sigh. She doesn't know that her boyfriend has been cheating on her with me. Merlin knows what she'll do when she finds out that. "I don't know what your talking about." I state plainly.

She smacks me very hard. My cheek burns and stings. "Fucking liar! Blaise told me about how Draco saw you running around in Slytherin robes. MY robes." she snaps.

She presses herself against me and grabs my neck. She begins to squeeze hard. I can't breathe! I begin to scratch at her hands. "A week or two ago, I was with Lennon and we where frozen temporarily. Draco said he saw you leave the room with my clothes." she explains. I stop and look into her eyes. Draco sold me out! "I have witnesses, Granger. You can't lie."

"Miss Parkinson, let Miss Granger go."

I know that voice! Dumbledore, you fucking rule! Parkinson lets go of me and I rub my neck. I glare at the dark haired girl. Fucking cunt.

Parkinson glares at the Professor. "What do you want?" she asks. I look at her in shock. Does she have any modesty?

"I was just walking down the hall when I saw this. Now if you don't run along, Miss Parkinson, you may find yourself on the train home. Oh and 30 points from Slytherin for the unnecessary violence." Dumbledore states.

Parkinson stomps off down the hall, mumbling about how Dumbledore is a arsehole and she wishes he would die sometime soon. Dumbledore dying anytime soon? She better not hold her breath. I look up at Dumbledore. He looks upset.

"Thank you so much, sir. I don't know what could of happened if you didn't stop her." I say.

"It is my duties to make sure my students are safe." he says, grimly. He looks down at me. "Go back to your dormitories. I'll watch over the halls tonight."

I nod and begin to walk to Gryffindor tower, fuming at Malfoy. If I see him tomorrow, it wont be very good.

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"Granger!"

I spin on my heels. I see Malfoy standing about 20 feet away from me. I remember about last night and anger fills my body.

"You fucking sell out!" I growl, stomping up to the blond.

He raises an eyebrow. "What is your deal?" he asks.

I put my hands on my hips. "Parkinson told me ALL about how you sold me out to her." I snap.

"Why where you talking to Pansy?" he asks.

"Maybe because she pinned me against a fucking wall and choked me cause she discovered that I broke her and Lennon up." I explain with anger.

He hisses. "That's not good. I should of kept my mouth shut." he says. "But you looked so good in them robes that I had to tell Blaise."

"Yeah, and then you had to tell him all about how I did everything else, huh." I growl.

He sighs stressfully. "Sod off, Hermione." he snaps.

I feel something snap inside of me. "NO! You didn't almost get hexed by a fucking psycho bitch last night." I yell.

Draco pins me against the wall behind me. "Don't call her that." he growls.

"But she is and you fucking know it!" I snap. I'm not giving up without a fight.

He presses his lips against mine, roughly. There is nothing passionate about it. I try to push him off of me but all that does is make him press his body against mine. He forces his tongue past my lips. I reach up and pull on his shaggy blond hair. He growls and breaks the kiss.

"Your on my fucking nerves tonight. Come talk to me when you get off your damn period." he growls. With that still hanging in the air, he begins to head the other way.

"Good! I didn't want to see you at all anyway!" I scream. I'm sure that he doesn't care and neither do I.