Hermione burst through the door to Malfoy's room. She felt like an idiot for forgetting about Malfoys' shot. Her mind had been too absorbed with her possible STD, which now that she thought about it, she should've known she didn't have one. She didn't have any symptoms at all. Another thing that made her feel like an idiot. Then of course, there was the thing that made her worry about an STD in the first place, that was the biggest idiotic move of all.

Malfoy was rolled over on his undamaged side, biting his tongue. Hermione rushed over to the bedside table, yet again filling a syringe with the sweet liquid. Malfoy raised up his arm, letting her tie the cloth around it again, and held still while she gave him what he desperately wanted.

"Th-thank you." He said, rolling over onto his back. Hermione blinked down at the blonde man-whore.

"That's a first. Am I giving you crack, or pain meds?" She asked. She managed to see a glimpse of Draco Malfoy that no one else had ever seen, not even his Swedish nanny from childhood. His nice side. In the alternate universe where he had manners.

"What?"

"You said thank you."

"Oh, shut up, Granger. I was in pain. Obviously delusional." He responded, glaring at her.

"Suuure." She said, turning and walking back out of her room.

"Hey!" He called after her. She stuck her head into the room, "Get Parkinson up here."

"No, call her yourself."

"I can't. Do it for me, and I'll give you a break."

"Okay, now you're delusional."

"No, I'm serious. I'm not being sarcastic, I'll give you a break. No more name calling."

"You're being out of character. Maybe all of those meds are creating a bad combination and blood is pooling at the back of your brain." Hermione said, but reached for a sheet of parchment anyways, grabbing a quill and scribbling a quick note. She sighed as she walked out of the room and down the hall where the small owlery was located. She opened the door, pinching her nose as the smell of feces. She went over to Malfoys owl, who was rather scary and tied the letter to its leg.

"Take this to Parkinson." She said, opening the window. The owl didn't budge, just looked at her with those huge, weird, owl eyes. Hermione blinked at it. "Please?" It still didn't move, just blinked back at her, "Malfoy's orders." At those words the owl flew away. Hermione turned and closed the door behind her.

"Okay, I owled her, now I'm going away and I'll be back later to give you you're god damned shot." She yelled through the walls, "If you hadn't have been so stupid you could be patrolling right now!"

"Yes, exactly what I would rather be doing right now, spending my Saturday night with an insufferable brat!" He yelled after she walked by his door. She stopped in her tracks and turned around, slamming the door open, and stomping over to his bedside.

"I, Malfoy, am not a brat! You are. You are the insufferable brat! And what happened to giving me a break? I'm the one giving you medicine! I'm the one having to change your bandages! I'm the one having-"

"A severe attack of over reaction?" Malfoy said, raising his right eyebrow at her, "I'm an insufferable brat? Insufferable is too large a hyperbole. I may be a brat, but I'm far from being insufferable."

"Quite the contrary." Hermione said, crossing her arms across her chest, underneath her breasts.

"If I was so insufferable, then why are hundreds to thousands of girls waiting in line to be with me?"

"Because those girls are moronic. They think that being with you will make them a somebody, that your cock will take them a step up in the social hierarchy!" Hermione said, narrowing her eyes at him as he laughed.

"Are you sure it's just not because they want my cock? You know, for the pleasure?" Hermione rolled her eyes, and stalked out of the room, leaving Malfoy with a triumphant smile and a bigger ego.

"Stupid bastard." Hermione mumbled as she walked down the abandoned hall, glaring at the portraits that smiled at her. Her face was red, and her blood boiling. "Why do I let him get to me?! Why?!" She questioned herself. She stomped the floor once. He called her ugly, predictable, an insufferable brat. No one else would have affected her that way, so why is he bothering her so damn bad? She turned down the next hallway, ignoring the gasp of two third years as they rushed to hide in the shadows. They watched her as she passed, her eyes on the floor under her feet, and sighed in relief as they rushed down the hallway in the opposite direction. Hermiones mind began to ache as she unwillingly thought about Malfoy.

She had to admit he was handsome. Abnormally so. So much that if she had never known him, she would suspect that he was a veela. His hair was messy, and he had the Bad Boy aura. Girls, of course, found it attractive, some even found it addictive, but she would never fall for that act. She believed Malfoy to be bad because, well, he was a spoiled brat, and like most who are spoiled, if things didn't go his way then he'd do something about it. It was his way of getting satisfaction. The only thing she did admire was his smarts. His marks were just a point or two below hers, and the only thing that he marked higher in was potions. He knew what he wanted and he went after it with vigor.

She hadn't realized how long she had been walking until she hit the dungeons. She shivered slightly and wrapped her cloak tighter around her shoulders and arms. Her pulse quickened as she ventured further into the depths of Slytherin territory. It quickened even more as she remembered her assumptions about her partner from the Masquerade Ball that fateful Halloween night. She stopped in her tracks and stood still for a moment. Her eyes fluttered back and forth, as if reading the floor, her mind running over facts and ideas. She turned on her heel and broke into a run.

Hermione burst through Malfoys door for the second… no third… or was it fourth time that day. She went to speak, but moaning cut her off. Hermione gasped, turning around and covering her eyes.

"oh god, oh god, oh god." She muttered. Parkinson looked up from in-between Malfoys legs and wiped her mouth.

"What do you want, Granger?" Malfoys voice reached Hermione's ringing ears, "You're um, interrupting something "special"" He said, making quotation marks with his fingers. Parkinson glared up at him, and ignoring the presence of the second girl, continued what she had been doing beforehand. Hermione kept her back turned to them, but her poor ears couldn't help but hear the slurping and her mind couldn't avoid the images.

"I, uh… I needed to talk to you about your… um, medications." She said, the redness in her cheeks growing darker by the second.

"Sure, come back in about 10 minutes." He said, eyes closed. He barely even heard the door closing, concentrating too much on the tongue on his shaft.

Hermione silently cursed at herself. How the hell could she talk to him after what she saw? She felt like an idiot. Even worse, she was an idiot. Malfoys groans could be heard from outside his door and the images were stuck in her mind. This was going to be incredibly awkward.

She found it to be more awkward than she thought it would be when Parkinson walked out of the room, a wet stain on her blue shirt. She smirked at Hermione and left. The girl left blushing in the hall turned around and went back into the room. She was uncomfortable, but he obviously wasn't.

"Having fun with Monica Lewinsky?"

"So. What's wrong with my medication?" He asked, ignoring her previous statement.

"Nothing."

"So then why-"

"Malfoy."

"What?"

"I need your help." Hermiones arms hit her sides in defeat.

Okay, so two updates in one day, pretty good, even though they are both REALLY short. But I do believe that people would rather have short updates rather than no updates for a week. Which I think that I'm going to hold you guys off for a while. I'm going to write and there won't be another update until I have at least 10 pages on Word without authors notes. So it could be anywhere from a day to a week. If it goes up to 7 days then I'll put what I have up. So I hope you guys enjoy and I'll do whatever I can to get it updated as soon as possible. Muah

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