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Summary: Hermione and Draco, fight.

Chapter 8

Confrontation Time

Hermione's POV

"Harry you're doing perfectly well in Transfiguration. What's really going on?"

We were walking down the corridor on the way to library together, alone, and he looked upset.

"Did you and Zabini have a good time today?" He asked me sourly.

I sighed.

"Yes. I had a wonderful time today Harry. Thank you for asking."

I pulled out the small bag from my pocket and dumped the tiny shrinked books into my hand.

"Look what he bought me." I said using my wand to make them grow to their original size.

Harry watched me with an unreadable expression.

"Wow."

"And he even bought me a gown for the banquet on Friday."

Harry stopped walking at this.

"He what?"

I spun around so that we were staring at each other.

"I said that he bought me a gown today, for Friday's Quidditch banquet."

"Don't you think that's a little weird?" Harry asked quickly.

"No."

Harry narrowed his eyes.

" C'mon Hermione, you're smarter than that. That's a little extreme for him to do. On a first... date."

I relaxed my face and sighed.

"Well yea it is a little... startling... I guess." I felt as unsure as I probably sounded.

"Everything about you two seems very startling Hermione." Harry said roughly.

"Do you even like him?"

"Yes, I do." I snapped.

"He showed me a very good time today and it was wonderful, like I already said." I huffed.

"Why are you being so defensive Hermione?" Harry asked very bluntly.

"It's not like you love him. You don't need to be so serious about this." He looked away like he was agitated.

My jaw dropped.

I was shocked... because.... Harry was right.

Why was I being so serious and ecspecially defensive about this?

My mind was blank for an answer.

But then like a lightning strike I thought of one reason.

Of one person.

Malfoy.

Was it because I was trying to escape the feelings I had for Draco Malfoy?

Was that why I was being so rude to my friends and being so eager to get involved with Blaise?

I wanted to gag.

"Hermione?"

"You're-you're right Harry. I am being very defensive about this. And its not nessecary."

"No. It's not." He sounded shocked by his words.

He was probably just caught off guard that I had agreed that he was right so easily.

"Well... what are you going to do about it? Are you going to... calm down?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Definitely." I said looking down at my feet.

"Hey Harry I acutally kind of want to go up to my room. I need sometime to myself to think."

"Ok. I'll see you at dinner."

"See ya."

I turned around and strode back up the corridor and went up the staircase to the Head's Dormitory.

The Head's Dormitory was silent when I arrived.

Malfoy must still be in Hogsmeade or with his friends somewhere.

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Draco's POV

I strode down the corridor in flash.

My anger making me shake uncontrollably.

I needed to blow off steam.

Like a godsend suddenly a flashy blond girl from Ravenclaw suddenly stepped out of a classroom about fifty feet in front of me.

She was alone.

I sped up.

She sensed me and turned around.

She smirked when she saw me.

She was a sixth year that I was sure I had had sex with last year when she was a fifth year.

After a Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, she said I was her first, but she didn't cry like virgins do I remembered.

Her name I could not and did not care to remember.

She through me a sad attempt at a sneaky seductive look.

I walked up to her, grabbed her forearm and pulled her up against me.

She liked it.

I pushed her backwards into the wall, looking both ways down the corridor making sure we were alone.

"Draco," she whispered smiling.

"Yes. Me. But enough of that. What I would really like to have right now... is you." I informed her raising an eyebrow.

"Do you really?" She asked acting like she wasn't affected at all by my words.

"Well I'm not sure. I have homework to do." She said biting her lip.

I was positive she had no homework to do.

"I have some homework to do as well." I pressed.

"It would require you coming to my dorm with me, then it would require you getting naked and letting me fuck the hell out of you." I said unashamed.

She quivered against me.

"Would you help me?"

She nodded eagerly, weak from my crude irresitable suggestion and promise.

Now why the fuck couldn't Granger fall for something like that?

We power walked back up to the Heads Dormitory, whereupon I took her up to my bedroom and took her violently from behind nearly seven times.

At some point during our shag fest I half mindedly noticed some quiet footsteps down the hall and heard the Heag Grils bedroom door slam shut.

I hoped she heard me fuck the life out of this stupid slut.

I hoped that she whished she was in the girls spot.

But unfortunately I could guess as much that she did not care or whish either of these things.

My mood quickly evaporated into a sour, angry one like it had so much recently, once again due to stupid Granger.

I was manic at this point.

With a rough shove I quickly ended my fucking fest with the Ravenclaw and kicked her out of my room within minutes.

Granger was going to lead to the death of me.

I needed to either escape her or have her.

Very very soon.

The easier and more realistic of those options would be to escape her.

But I just could not do that.

Blaise was toying with me about her and it was nearly impossible to ignore them.

Maybe having her was more realistic and could be easier...

I pondered on my bed and growled under my breath.

I'm a fucking teenage mess, ruled by my ever changing and ever powerful hormones.

How is that Granger has self control.

Several girls fall for me faster than a domino effect, much less they fall for Blaise.

She was somewhere on the verge of falling for my sick best mate.

And I would be damned and forever want to murder his ass if he had her before I did.

I growled again absent mindedly.

The more that I thought about Granger the more I realized how much I liked and was attracted to her.

Because she was so different and unique from other girls her age.

She was level headed and in control of herself.

She was smart, maybe brilliant (I cringed), and noble and loyal.

I had never had a girl with more brains than Pansy before, and thats saying something.

She was such a breeze of fresh air.

Something new and undiscovered to me.

I hissed in frustration as I felt my memeber tighten.

Surely this girl was going to lead to my fallout with myself.

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Hermione's POV

I woke up the morning of the Banquet in a much brighter spirit than I had gone to bed in.

Maybe because I had been surprisingly undisturbed during the night by the lack of noise coming from Malfoy's room.

Regardless I got up from my bed, fed Crookshanks and went into the bathoom to take a shower.

After showering, shaving my legs and moisterizing my legs and arms I went back into my bedroom and dressed for the day.

My schedule for the day was as follows:

1) Eat breakfast

2) Prepare the Great Hall for the banquet

3) Eat lunch, (which would be delivered to Common Rooms since the Great Hall would be under construction.)

4) Finish decorating the Great Hall

5) Get my dress and prepare for the banquet

6) Be present for the banquet at 7pm

I made the mental list then decided to scribble it down on a loose piece of parchment for remindment.

I stashed it in my skirt pocket then headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Harry and Ron sat discussing the highly anticipated Quidditch match tomorrow when I came to sit down across from them.

Blaise came to sit at the table with me halfway through breakfast.

When he sat down he slyly placed a soft green piece of cloth into my hands.

I looked down into my palms and unfolded the cloth to see that it was a Slytherin Quidditch shirt with his last name and number on the back of it.

"It would really make me happy if you wore it tomorrow," he murmured lowly so Harry and Ron couldn't hear.

I laughed, a bit nervously, then nodded.

"I'll consider it."

He winked at me and I punched his arm playfully.

"Thanks," I added refolding the shirt.

"What for?" He asked before taking a big bite out of an apple.

I pursed my lips.

"For the shirt... and for yesterday..."

He nodded.

I was silent, then elaboarated:

"I felt very good for the first time in a while yesterday." I told him quietly.

He looked at me shocked.

"Why? What's been keeping you from having a good time?"

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Blaise's POV

I knew exactly what had her knickers in a knot, my best friend did.

She wanted him just as bad as she wanted him.

I chuckled internally thinking how utterly perfect they were for each other.

Both so stubborn and hard headed.

They would fight alot yes, naturally, but they would be the most passionate couple of the ages too.

Until one of them would finally realize and confess that to the other I was blissfully having fun making their lives a living hell.

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Hermione's POV

"Well I've just been stressed... with Head Girl duties and- and... school work." I told him not even convincing myself.

He definitely wasn't buying it.

"You love being Head Girl, anyone can see that, how can you resent it? And since when have you not had a perfect score effortlessly?" He asked knotting his eyebrows together.

I sighed.

What was wrong with me?

"Maybe it's somebody getting under your skin." He suggested bluntly.

I snapped my head at him.

"Huh?"

There definitely was somebody underneath my skin.

He shrugged.

"Potter or Weasley?" He asked me in a low voice, again so that they wouldn't hear him.

I digested this and swallowed.

No it wasn't Harry or Ron.

It was Draco fucking Malfoy.

I went very still thinking about it.

Suddenly Blaise was standing up from the table.

"Well I have to get to Quidditch practice."

"What?" I growled.

He looked taken aback.

"I mean... you have Quidditch practice? Today? Is Malfoy going to be there?" I gasped.

He smirked evilly.

"Yes. Why do you ask? He is Slytherin Quidditch captain obviously."

"He has to decorate the Great Hall today with me and the prefects!" I shouted at him.

"Bring him to me!" I demanded.

"Uh I don't think I could. You should try it yourslef," Blaise said.

"This is a matter between ya'll." He concluded.

I sneered.

This was perfect, just what I wanted today!

I looked over at the Slytherin table searching for him.

He wasn't there.

"Where is he?" I asked Blaise.

"The teams already down at the field."

"Fine. Take me to him." I bit.

Five minutes later I walked out onto the field by Blaise's side and saw him in the center of a bunch of players, already in uniform stretching.

"Stupendous timing Zabini!" Someone yelled at us as we got closer.

Malfoy turned around to see us and his eyes narrowed at me.

Mine narrowed back.

Suddenly a big bulky body was in front of me blocking my vision of Malfoy.

"Hello Hermione," a familiar voice greeted me.

I looked up to see Jackson Petroski.

Internally I sighed.

"Oh hi, Jackson."

"Hey! No women on the field! We have to focus now! No distractions!" Another player yelled and all the other players laughed loudly.

I felt embarrassed.

"I'm going to go change," Blaise whispered in my ear, then the traitor left me alone to fend for myself.

I wanted to smack the back of his retreating head as he walked away from me.

"As if Granger could be a distraction." Malfoy suddenly said.

I turned around to glare at him.

He was staring at me with a smirk on his handsome godly face.

Ew no.

Several of the guys let out repetitives "oooohs" at his diss.

"Malfoy." I growled at him.

"Hmm?" He answered boredly.

"Can I have a word with you? In private?"

"Uh no you can't Granger. As you can see we have practice to do. Now scram."

He turned his back on me to pick up his broom.

In a flash I whipped out my wand, flicked my wrist and chanted: "Accio!"

His broom flew through the air to me and landed in my hand.

"Now. Malfoy."

The guys all laughed and made cat-calls, this was getting more and more embarrassing by the second.

Malfoy sneered at me then turned to his team and shouted:

"50 laps around the stands you lot!"

All at once all of their faces fell.

"You heard! Move!" He shouted even louder.

They all took off, their brooms forgotten.

Malfoy looked back at me, glared then barged over to me.

"What the bloody fuck do you want Granger? Can't you see that I have practice going on here!?"

"You have another responsibility that comes first to you today Malfoy. As Head Boy you are suppose to help me decorate the Great Hall for the banquet tonight!"

"Granger our match is TOMORROW! We have to practice today!"

"Then have them practice without you." I said calmly.

He clenched his teeth.

"I'm captain Granger! I have to be here!"

"You're also Head Boy! You have to be there for me today!" I shouted throwing my hands up at him.

The sounding of my words had made us both feel uncomfortable.

"I don't have to do ANYTHING for you Granger!"

"Well then not for me, but for the school!"

"I don't give a fuck about the school!"

"Then why are you Head Boy!?" I screamed at him.

Malfoy was openly fuming and shaking, but I was not intimidated.

"Granger you can manage without me!"

"It's not about me! It's about your duty! Malfoy where is your fucking sense of leadership!? You have to have it somewhere if you're Head Boy!"

"It's right here! With my team! They come first to me!"

"It doesn't matter you HAVE to do this! You never help out or do any of your duties-"

"I do every fucking patrol assigned to me!"

"Yeah right! You're probably just screwing around with girls you find out of bed while you patrol! I know you did that once! Who knows how many times there was that I don't know about!" I screeched at him.

"That's not even any of your business!"

"Yes it is! I'm Head Girl!"

"Well aren't you just screwing around with Blaise yourself!?"

My jaw dropped.

"THAT is none of YOUR business!"

"Yes it is! I'm Head Boy!"

"NO! You're NOT!"

Malfoy rushed towards me then, instinctively I backed away from him as fast as I could.

We ended up against a stand wall hidden away from his teammates.

My back was pressed against the cement wall and Malfoy fuming inches away from me.

"I'm not going to help you today Granger," he bit out.

He moved in closer and put his hands on either side of my head caging me in to him.

My eyes widened.

"Granger I need to stay the fuck away from you." He whispered.

I nearly gasped at his confession.

"What?" I asked flabberghasted.

"And you need to stay the fuck away from me."

With that he pushed away from me and turned around walking away.

I could help but feel strangely... let down...

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Draco's POV

Walking away from her just then took so much internal strength and was easily the hardest thing I'd ever done.

I wanted Granger more than I wanted food and water and oxygen!

And I could've just kissed her.

But I didn't.

Why I didn't... I'm not sure....

Because I care about her so much maybe... because I know she hates me almost as much as I hate myself... I wouldn't force myself onto her.

Whatever there was between me and Granger was dangerous.

Very dangerous.

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Hermione's POV

Of everything on my list for the day, the one thing that I hadn't put on it had happened and overpowered everything I had planned.

The one thing I hadn't wanted was: to be with Malfoy again.

Well of course it had happened and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to kill him and wanting to kiss him.

I guess it's a good thing that neither thing occured...

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