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ChApTeR 3: LoGiC, nOt A sTaLkEr

Draco sighed. He was in the Malfoy Manor study, wondering how he was to go about his task of getting the hate of his life. The room was dark, but beautifully furnished thanks to his mother; the thick curtains covered all but one window, allowing in only minimal sunlight.

Muttering a chain of curse words, Draco got up from his desk and started pacing the room. Why, why, why! Why in the name of Merlin had he sworn to that Blaise?

"But, do you swear on your honor and reputation to try to get Hermione to fall in love with you, no matter what?" Blaise said, grinning broadly.

"Yes, well, I suppose...a new car... Alright, I swear."

That idiot Blaise was going to drive him insane one day, making a false bet that he had sworn on... Groaning softly, he sat down again. How had he gotten himself in this mess? Charming the girl who he had grudging respect for?

"Its fine, I'll quit... Malfoy repute is crap anyways," he declared to himself. Just then, there was a loud crack! and Blaise appeared.

"What did I just hear you say?" he asked, grinning.

"Sh-, don't do that-" Draco exclaimed in surprise as he stumbled back. "Why are you here?"

Blaise smirked and replied, "To check on how lover boy plans to charm the lovely Hermione Granger."

"Get. Out."

"Oh, come on, mate! It's not that bad! All you have to do is get Granger to fall for you, take her out on a few dates, let me win the bet, and then you guys can work it out so no one loses! Think of that! You can totally be in charge of everything... It's a win-win situation! Well, for you and me, at least..." Blaise said, shrugging.

"It's amazing how you can call me your friend," Draco said dryly. "Seriously, I should have expected this out a fellow Slytherin, drunk or not. Sadly, you're so thick that I underestimated."

Blaise laughed. "Well, fellow Slytherin or friend, money is money. And that nice car I'm getting... that's definitely something worth money."

Draco scowled.

"Anyway, you swore, on your honor and reputation, that you would try to charm Hermione. Right?"

Draco didn't answer but scowled.

"Right?"

"Oh, fine, yeah. But I was tricked!"

"Unless your reputation really doesn't play much of a role in your life... I mean, if you don't carry out your task, I get to wreck your life," Blaise said simply.

Draco sighed. He was defeated. He had to fulfill his promise: his honor and reputation were at stake, and he couldn't lose that-now of all times, when his parents had just recently made him head of all the Malfoy businesses. "Fine," he said gruffly.

Blaise's face broke out into a grin. "Thanks mate."

"Don't be so happy. I'm not doing it for you," Draco answered, heaving another sigh.

"Here, let me help you. I told you that Granger broke up with Weasley, right? Anyway, according to some girls I know, she's moving out of the Burrow-or planning to. She's looking around for a place to stay."

"Yeah, so what?"

"You still don't get it? This is the best chance you'll be getting! Advertise a room out on the Daily Prophet. The Malfoy Manor's got lots of empty rooms doing nothing. Just make an elf clean one out and rent it to Hermione. Mind you, make it cheap. Apparently working for some sucky team didn't get her much money." Blaise rolled his eyes.

Draco was baffled. "What? Rent a room...in this house...to Granger?"

Blaise snapped. "Exactly! Well, then, good luck!"

With another large crack, he was gone.

Hermione was looking through the Daily Prophet again. A room... Merlin, why weren't there any decent places she could live in? Every place had some hold back or another. Growling menacingly, she made her way to the kitchens in hope of sustenance. Ron still wasn't back; it had been a day and a half. Kicking a chair sullenly then plopping into it, she tried to reassure herself that it wasn't a problem at all, that the bloody git could go suck the face off the Great Squid if he wanted. Ew. Wait, no that was simply disturbing and... well, it was best not to linger on the thought.

Shuddering, she stood by the window to watch the silent night, winter nights were her favorite as they were so clear and crisp. She had always stared out of these windows imagining the Burrow as hers and Ron's, imagining little red heads with curling hair... As a sudden burden like feeling descended on her stomach, she sighed to relieve some tension and stress, a clear plan was what she needed or insanity was her next route.

Just as she was about to turn around to get over her moment of angst, something sleek, gray, and fluffy hit her, and it hit her hard.

"OW! Aaah, what the heck?" she tried to quiet her voice to a hiss so as to not wake her adoptive parents.

"Meep?" the elegant gray owl gathered itself and cocked its head at her as if asking for her safety.

"Er... I'm good, thanks..." she muttered, wondering if she really had hit the crazy train.

The owl seemed to nod, then held out his leg pompously, to which an old fashioned scroll tied by a silver ribbon was attached. Curious as to which company was sucking up to her this time; she took the letter and unfurled it.

Hermione Granger:

It has come to my attention that you are in need of accommodation. If it would please you, it would be my immense pleasure to help you in the matter. If you want information, do not hesitate to write back.

For reasons of my own,

Anonymous Correspondence.

Hermione stared at the paper. What. The. Hell. Brilliant, now she had an anonymous correspondence as well. Who would seriously think that she would be dense enough to happily go to live with some person who she didn't even know? Grabbing a quill from a convenient drawer, she scratched out a reply.

CREEPY STALKER:

No idea how you know this, but I doubt I want to know. Anyhow, I don't do mystery letters, stay away from me and... well, don't stalk people. Really. It's creepy.

Pissed off,

Hermione Granger

Nodding with satisfaction at the matter of fact-ness, Hermione sent of her letter with the well-mannered owl.

Dear Harry,

Once again, I write to you. The kids are having fun, riding on the broomsticks. So am I, I'm having so much fun writing to you right now. Oh, oh, oh! Today this one boy, you must know him, the troublemaker I nick-named Georgie, he almost fell off his broom during a Quidditch game. But don't worry! We had no injuries or anything! But it was so frightening, him clinging onto the broomstick-I thought I was gonna DIE! (Well, he was the one that was going to die-almost.) Anyhow, that was one episode, no biggie.

I'd love to have another moonlight dinner with you tonight. Tonight's the full moon, you know that?

Love you so much and reply soon,

Ginny

Dearest Ginny,

It's a relief to hear that little... Georgie didn't hurt himself. Dinner sounds fine; I'll bring the wine and cake. Is today the full moon? It makes me think of Lupin...

~Harry

Harry!

Oh Harry, really? We'll have a dinner tonight? Really? Oooohhhhh YAAYY! I'm glad, I really am not in the mood to listen to student gossips and hear about the latest plants from Neville, or listen to anything really. Madam Pomfrey was rather upset that I managed to almost kill Georgie. Ugh! It wasn't my fault at all! He simply has a knack for accidents! Hmph. Anyhow, I really want pasta. Can we have pasta? Meh, whatever, I'll get pasta anyways.

~ Ginny

Ginny,

Love, I think that cursing Peeves to sharing a toilet with Moaning Myrtle was a bit over the top. I mean, I was quite upset too... I really did want to drink that wine, not have it poured over our heads. But that bathroom is going to explode soon and we'll have Myrtle and Peeves arguing around the castle rather than hardly being around each other. I did appreciate the thought though; it was a very creative curse. Its fine, we can have a picnic some other day~ it worked out fine anyways because of the rain.

Much Love, Harry.

The next morning Hermione awoke to the same gray owl that had handed her the stalker letter last night. Today, instead of socking her in the stomach, it chose to bounce on her pillow and let out little screeches. Trying to smother it with her pillow, Hermione turned around and tried to capture her sleep back.

"MEEP!" the owl practically pecked out her ear. Groaning into her pillow, Hermione sat up to read the latest letter.

Hermione:

It's rather silly of you to assume that I'm a stalker. The fact that you quit your pathetic excuse of a quidditch team and that the carrot brain is walking around with some lady caked in make-up sort of implies such. I possess common sense, not a fondness of following people around. That's simply a troublesome hobby for those with... different ideas on life. Anyhow, I will excuse your ever so rude reply and once again extend my invitation. If you still feel discomfort, let's get to know each other. You already know a bit about me, but only the basics. Think of this as a secret forbidden courtship.

Amused,

Let's call me 'X'

Scowling lightly at the logical explanation and dry, mocking, idea that she would be taken in by the idea of an unknown lover, Hermione rolled out of bed to pen her response.

X:

Fine, kudos to you for having more brainpower than Ron. Why would I want to get to know you? You seem an awful lot like a self-righteous prat to me. Do not insult the poor carrots by defiling them with association with Ronald. It's atrocious. I also find it terribly insulting that you seem to think that you I would be so easily swayed by the idea of having a secret, forbidden, for Merlin knows what reason, paper relationship. In short, you really do not know a thing about me. Thank goodness. I won't be as kind as to ask you to get to know me. I also will reject your ever so kind invitation. I don't even know if I'm writing to a hippogriff or a mentally deranged wizard.

Annoyed,

Let's call me Your Highness Granger

Draco Malfoy sat at his study, once again, studying Hermione's letter. She was one confusing person, she insisted that she did not want to talk to him, but still continue to send the letters. Well, at least it showed that she was interested! He smirked as he read over her reply. He had not expected her to fall for so shallow a thought as being a secret lover, but she had taken the bait and given him an opportunity to continue talking so that she could tell him alllll about herself to prove what kind of a person she really was. He loved being so devious.

Dear Hermione...

A/N: Haha, I rather liked the whole letter thing going on, those were fun to write :) Sorry for the late update, school started, everyone got busy, and I fell sick :( ~E