A/N sorry it's so short! I'm already working on the next chapter. Also sorry if I maybe screwed up Jo's personality? Just understand she's pissed off.

It was almost time to go. I wasn't sure why I was so jittery and nervous, it's not like this was anything more than revenge. Sweet revenge. All day I had been pondering the loose ends or any problems. Shame wasn't a problem; I figured Harry wouldn't tell the other Gryffindor about what he found out, for fear of shaming himself, and neither would Parkinson, who admired Malfoy too much to rat him out. It would be in Parkinson's best interest to tell Harry of her findings because it would loose me my boyfriend, but Draco was technically her boyfriend so it would humiliate her at the same time. I was a win win deal. I literally couldn't find anything that would screw up.

Still worked up, I glanced at the clock on the wall for the five hundredth time. I still had thirty minutes, so I decided to at least make myself look decent. This had to be believable. I rummaged through my chest, picking out a fitting red camisole and short shorts. I ruffled my curly red hair so it was stylishly messy, even sexy. Looking over myself in the mirror, I had to feel impressed. I seriously looked like I was heading out to meet a guy.

The clock told me it was time to get going. I finished applying mascara and red lip stick and tip-toed out of the room. The Common Room was -thankfully- empty, and I was able to slip out the port hole unnoticed. I ran through the maze of corridors until I nearly slammed into someone.. Filch. I groaned inwardly.

"What have we here?" He snickered. "Out past curfew?" I had to think fast.

"Actually," I backed away from him, "I actually came looking for you!" He raised an eyebrow. "Um.. I heard Harry -Harry Potter- saying he planned on cursing your beautiful cat as soon as he got the chance." I lied. Filch's eyes grew wide and he nodded toward me, rushing off. I stifled a giggle and ran to Malfoy and I's meeting place before bursting out in laughter.

Suddenly, a hand was on my waist. I spun around to face Malfoy, a smirk spread on his face. "What's so funny?" He asked. I got the feeling Parkinson was near, giving his attitude.

"I just got stopped by Filch," I breathed, "but I told him Harry planned on cursing his cat and he ran away like he was about to shit his pants!" Malfoy chuckled.

"Nice, babe, real classic." He snickered, a bit too much venom in his voice.

"Jesus, at least try to act like I'm the sexiest bitch in the world." I whispered. He pulled me close, for effect. I expected something dirty, seeing as it was him, but instead he nipped my ear lobe, making me jump.

"It's just fun watching you react to stuff I do, especially when you can't do anything about it." Oh, how I wanted to kill him right there. "Is she still watching? He whispered.

"Yeah," I answered, "I think she's still trying to figure it all out, dumb bitch."

"Then let's make it easy for her." He pulled back, and before I could figure out what he was going to do, his lips smashed against mine. I froze. But when he nudged me, I remembered we had company and instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. I really got caught up in the kiss when his tongue pushed past my lips, not even asking for entrance. We began our match for dominance, which he won after sliding his cold hands up my shirt. We continue for several minutes, and I almost didn't realize something. I pulled away, panting.

"She.. She's gone," I breathed, "but someone else is there.." Malfoy turned to see who I was talking about and nearly got his head turned into a pumpkin by an angry Harry. Naturally, a smirk played on Malfoy's face when he saw his enemy's. I pretended to be a bit shocked, but not ashamed. After all, Potter was a little cheater himself. But nothing in the entire world could compare to the look on his face. It was like someone took a shit load of emotions; shock, horror, betrayal, hatred, sadness, fear, disgust, tossed it all in a blender along with a few facial features and stuck it on Harry's head.

"What.." He muttered, still shaking out of his horror-stricken state. "What the fuck?" He whipped his wand out and Malfoy did the same.

Although I meant to piss off Harry, I had definitely hoped to avoid violence.

Apparently that was impossible.

Shit.

A/N its me again. just so you know they aren't in 'love' at the moment. Draco is just being his player self, that changes later.