A/N: I SUPER APOLOGIZE FOR NOT UPDATING SOONER. :'( I mean, I forgot all about this story and I my birthday was just a few days ago, and I had a party. :P Does that count as an excuse? Again, I'm TOTALLY SORRY. It's a good thing not a lot of people expect an update, so there's not really a mob who hates me now. Anyways, continue reading! :)

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Can't Have Me – Chapter 3: Death-Glare

Hermione's POV

I must admit, I blushed a bit at what he had said. Well, not a bit. My face was dark pink from embarrassment that my freckles probably disappeared.

When I watched him walk away, I didn't want to follow him. It would probably be useless. His smirk will never disappear from his face.

"Ugh." I whispered. I pulled my luggage and walked slowly to Hogwarts.

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Once in the Great Hall, I sat down beside Ron and Harry. They were staring at me funny, and I knew they saw what happened in the train.

"It's not what you think it is," I muttered while dumping some pasta on my plate.

Ron immediately stuffed his mouth with some cream puffs. "And just like what the others are saying, what was that?" He replied, with tiny pieces of cream puffs flying out of his lips.

Grossed out, I made a face before replying. "I was trying to get my wand from him."

Harry gulped the chicken strips he was chewing. "In that position?" he said quietly, looking at his plate uncomfortably.

I sighed instead of replying.

Ron slurped the juice he had in his goblet before saying something. "You look like you wanted to strip him off of his clothes," he said simply.

I wanted to gag. "Did it look that bad? Anyway, my wand was in his left coat pocket, and I tried to get it. I didn't realize I looked..." I didn't finish my sentence.

Harry patted me on the back. "Look, why don't you just report that to McGonagall? I'm sure she'll put him in detention for that, and you'll get your wand back."

I smiled at him, although I knew that plan won't work. Draco's too clever for that. He probably hid it in a place I would never find, and when McGonagall tries to search him, he would say he didn't have it, and that he was blamed for something he didn't do, and then I will be the one given detention.

I hate my life.

"Maybe that'll work," I muttered to Harry.

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"I swear, professor, I don't have it!" Draco was saying.

We were both in McGonagall's office, and I reported that Malfoy stole my wand. McGonagall was trying to see if I was telling the truth, and I knew I was going to lose.

"Professor, please believe me!" I cried. "He stole my wand in the train!"

McGonagall pursed her lips for a second. "Are there any witnesses?"

I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. I knew I would lose. "No, professor."

I glanced at the blond beside me, and tried not to growl when I saw him pretend to be innocent, which he was good at. But I knew that he was just trying hard not to smirk at me.

"Ms. Granger, I already searched him," McGonagall said calmly. "I sent people to search his luggage, his clothes, even his own bed!"

Draco looked surprised. "You looked at my luggage?"

McGonagall ignored him, and turned to me. "We didn't find your wand anywhere, dear. I'm sure Malfoy wasn't the one who stole it from you, and you just want to get revenge from him."

"Revenge? Are you bloody serious, professor?" I cried.

McGonagall stood tall. "Please watch your tone, Ms. Granger. And for that..." She a slip from her desk, and my heart fell. "You will be having detention for a week."

"But—" I started to say.

"No buts, Ms. Granger. Now, both of you, get back to your common rooms for the night." She smiled politely and went back to writing on a piece of parchment.

I sighed quietly and stepped out of her office.

Once we were a few feet away from the office, Draco smirked at me. "Pissed, Granger?"

"Totally," I said in a dangerous tone. I continued walking, Draco right by my side. No matter how fast I walked, he kept up with me, which was annoying.

I wanted to punch him.

I sighed. "Stop following me."

"Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stop following me or I'll punch you the way I did in our third year." I replied simply.

"I'm not afraid of you, Granger."

"Same with me to you."

"Bring it on."

"You sure you can handle it?"

"Of course."

"Whatever, Malfoy."

"Scared?"

"What? No way."

"I bet you are."

"You really want to fight me, Draco?"

"Oh, are we in first-name basis now?"

"I meant...I meant 'ferret'."

"Right, Granger."

"Right, Malfoy."

"Stop changing the subject."

"I...You're the one who did!"

"No, I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"No, I wasn't."

"UGH!" I cried at the top of my lungs. He was surprised for a moment, and I took that as an advantage. I punched him on the face.

It was harder than third year, and I knew I was in big trouble. But I didn't care. I was so happy I was able to do that, and I smiled as he crumpled to the ground.

"Ow," he said simply.

He stood up and glared at me. Oh no, I thought. I forgot that he has a way with revenge.

There wasn't any change in his face, but maybe a little redness at his cheekbone. I hadn't caused him much pain – he grew stronger since third year. I had punched him with all my might, and I knew if I had done that to someone else, they would pass out.

He continued to glare at me, and I mean his death-glare. Everyone knows that when he looks at people like that, their life will turn upside-down.

My smile disappeared almost immediately.

"I...I didn't..." I started to stammer.

He continued to glare at me, and I was getting a little frightened.

My hands were becoming sweaty, and I knew my funeral was just a few hours away. "Malfoy, I...I really didn't mean it..."

He was absolutely still as he continued to glare at me, and I thought he turned into a statue.

"Come on! You surely can't blame me for punching you, can you?" I said desperately.

Still, no reply.

"You're scaring me." I admitted.

His eyes narrowed a little, and I knew I should be begging for mercy.

But before I could, he turned around and walked away, taking another path to the Slytherin house.

I was just frozen there, staring at the place where he had been standing. I'm SO dead, I thought. Draco was known for making revenge to someone painfully, until the person would be willing to give his life just to get out of the misery he had.

I slowly turned away and headed to my own common room, deep in thought.

A/N: Well, that's enough for now. SO? What do you think Draco's revenge will be for Hermione? PLS REVIEW FOR ONCE! Oh, thank you to seddielover12 for being the second one to review. :)