Tamanth was over the induction ceremony. The sorting hat always drug everything out. Of course 'Hermione' would never let it show.

"Hermione what's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, you're acting offal strange." Harry said.

"I just had a really hard summer with my parents. It's nothing I ever want to talk about." She said. She figured that'd give her an excuse to act strange for awhile.

"Okay, as long as you're alright." Harry said.

"I'm fine." She said with a smile. That was the end of that conversation.

When everything was over Tamantha and Draco were shown to their own common room.

As they looked around they realized how big it truly was. There was a huge fire place in the front room. It also consisted of 2 huge sectionals and a giant coffee table. They kept walking and found a kitchen. It was like their personal home.

'Hermione' went into her room, and it was fairly big. She had her own fire place, her own beauty section to get ready, and her favorite part was the walk in closet. The bed was a king sized four poster bed. Her room was covered in red and gold. This made her some what sick. She walked into the bathroom, and that made her very happy. The shower and bath were separate from each other. The bathtub was like a hot tub, and the shower had to be 20 feet by 20 feet. There was one down side to the bathroom. The door on the other side led to Draco's room.

Draco walked into his room. It was the same as Tamantha's except no beauty section, and it was green and silver. He walked into the bathroom to see Tamantha in there. She glared at him and walked out. She slammed the door behind her. Draco huffed, he was risking his life, but he was going to try and talk to her.

They avoided each other the entire time already. Avoiding each other was the last thing he wanted. He loved her and he knew some where inside she loved him.

He opened the door and walked in. Before he could even speak Tamantha said, "Get out, I don't want to talk to you." She wouldn't even look at him.

"Ba-," he started, but stopped himself, "Tamantha, please talk to me."

"Why should I Draco. You made yourself offal clear that you think I'm a whore." She snapped back glaring at him. "I really suggest you get out now."

"I'm not leaving." He said as he started to walk towards her.

"Yes you are."

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean anything I said. I was being stupid." He was begging her.

"I'm sorry but are you begging for forgiveness?" she asked with a little laugh. "This is priceless."

"Tamantha, I'm begging you. Please, I love you."

"Malfoy," the way she said his last name made him flinch, "I have a mission, and it's not to fall in love with you."

"It's not, but you still can."

"I don't have time for these little games." She said in an irritated voice. "I have important things to do, and they don't involve you. So I'm going to ask you one last time, get out."

He looked at her and was very hurt. "Then do one last thing for me and I'll leave."

"Anything as long as you will leave my room." She said.

"Kiss me and then tell me you feel nothing for me." He said.

Tamantha got up and walked towards him. She kissed him but it wasn't a short one. Draco pulled her towards him and her hands were going crazy in his soft blonde hair. She pulled away before it could go any farther.

"See," she said, "nothing."

Draco was hurt. That kiss was more than nothing, it was more than something for bloody sakes. "You're a cold heartless bitch Tamantha," he shot back, "and to think I could love someone like you."

With that he walked back to his room slamming the door. Tamantha picked up a vase and threw it at the wall. It shattered every where. She went to get bed and cried. She never cried over anything or anyone. So why did she let Draco Malfoy of all people get to her. "I love you to." She said in a soft whisper. Then she fell asleep.

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