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They heard 'hushed' yelling. It sounded like Granger and Weasley.

"Oh this is gonna be good, come on." Draco got up and practically ran to throw the dugeons to get to where the yelling was coming from.

Chapter Two: Proving a Point

"Hermione!" Ron was running after her.

"Piss off, Ronald!" She told him as she walked on. Ron stammered for a moment. Hermione fought the urge to laugh at the git.

"Hermione, what did I do that was so wrong?" He asked her. Hermione fought her temper.

"Really, Ronald?! You really want to know?!" She knew that her voice was rising but she tried to be quiet.

"Yeah! I want to know, what did I do to piss you off so bad?" He retorted using the same tone that she had. She turned on her heel and walked toward him.

"You, YOU, blew me off to shag with Lavender sodding Brown in a broom closet. When YOU said that you'd be there for patrols!" Hermione hissed, punctating ease you with a stab to his chest.

"You know what! I think your jealous!" Ron retorted. Hermione laughed.

"Jealous?! Of what?! Lavender?!" When he didn't say anything, Hermione burst into a new round of laughter. "No, no, no! Ronald, I'm not jealous of her. I don't give a rat's ass about who you decide to shag! For all I care you could shag the whole bloody school, what I'm pissed about is you lying to me about patrols. So in case, my point isn't clear, I'll elabrate. I am not, nor will I ever be, interested in you on a romantic level." Hermione spun leaving Ron gapping as she walked past Draco and Blaise. She walked back to her common room and up to her bed. Her old friend, always comfortable, and always providing refuge to her tired eyes. She was sure that she'd feel bad about how she'd spoke to Ron later. But she wasn't going to apologize until he did. Like she told Draco, he could shove his ego up his ass.

She soon found that sleep wouldn't come. She buried deeper in the covers trying to shake the feeling that she had. She kept wanting to talk to Malfoy again. She buried herself deeper underneath the covers as if she were trying to escape her thoughts.

"Hermione?" A tintive voice called her, she almost groaned when she realized that the voice belonged to Lavender Brown.

"What Lavender?" She snapped. She saw Lavender flince.

"Where's Ron?" Lavender questioned.

"Oh why don't you go find him?! He should be near the dugeons." She snapped again. Curling back into the covers as she heard the door slam and the sounds of Lavender's feet hitting the floor as she left the common room to find her percious Won-Won. God, she thought that name was cute? She sounded like a two year old that couldn't pronounce her Rs right.

"Well, damn, I guess you weren't lying Draco. She does have a new confidence." Blaise said, after recovering from the laughing fit that he had been launched into when Hermione Granger cussed out Ronald Weasley. Said Ronald Weasley was still standing there, gaping. He spotted Draco and Blaise.

"Enjoy the show, asswholes?" Weasley asked them. Draco smirked.

"Yes, in fact, Weasel, we enjoyed it very much. However, I already knew half of what Granger was telling you. You see, while you were shagging Brown, Granger and I got to know one another a little better. How do you think she knew that you were shagging Brown?" Draco's smirk grew wider as he watched Weasley take a step forward. Blaise started laughing. "Well, not that this isn't fun, oh Weasel-King. But I believe Lavender is running toward you. I'll leave to you to her." Draco spun on his heel and walked back into the room, not before hearing Lavender.

"Oh, Won-Won! It was horrible, Hermione came in and fell onto her bed. When I asked her what was wrong she just looked at me and said oh Ron said come find me." She said. "How does she know where you are?! Why were you alone with her?" She questioned. Draco couldn't stop the laughter.

"Lavender do we have to go through this, again? Hermione and I argue more than you and I kiss. Okay? We are just to hot headed people that somehow managed to become friends." He explained. Draco thought he caught a hint of longing in Weasel's voice. He wanted more than friends with Hermione. He wanted to roar with laughter. What did he think that she was playing hard to get?

"What's so funny?" Blaise asked him.

"The fact that Ron still wants to be more than friends with Granger, even after he just got told that she didn't nor would she ever feel that way about him." Blaise started laughing, Draco soon joined in. They couldn't stop laughing as they walked up to the dormitory.

Draco found himself having a hard time falling asleep. He kept wondering what Hermione Granger's type was and more importantly why he cared. Why did she mention shagging so casually? The Hermione that he'd grown up with for the past few years would have blushed bright red just being in the room when the word was spoken. What happened to change her? What happened to make her this confident girl she was now? And again why did he care? The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to speak to her again.

Draco groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. He didn't need to worry about Hermione bloody Granger this year. Not on top of what was going on now, trying to get away from his father was taking alot of away from him. He didn't know how to fight the deatheater thing. He could try and run away. But he would be found, more than likely. If a mircale didn't happen. He didn't want to become a deatheater. He couldn't kill anyone, without a good cause. He wasn't like them. He wasn't like the deathers, his father. He groaned once more when he thought of the letter his father had sent.