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Chapter Four

Draco's P.O.V.

After I left the Weasley's house, I apperated back to the Malfoy Manor. Then I actually began to think. Think about Granger's strage behavior and my all-of-a-sudden attraction to her. Well...I guess it wasn't all-of-a-sudden. I felt little surges of attraction to Granger after she punched me in third year. I mean, think about it. A girl-your age- comes up and looks all serious and then punches you. I'm telling you, it turns you on. Just saying that it creates little fantasies in you mind, against your will, of course. Hold it, Draco! It's Granger we're talking about here! Wait, did I just have an inner self argument? Weird.

Granger's strange behavior must have been due to something that happened before I arrived, because she never acts like that around me. I don't know how she is around her 'buddies', but she isn't like that with me. Well maybe she will once we start seeing each other every single day.

I groaned aloud at that thought. Trixy looked at me with concern and shrugged when I didn't say anything.

I'll be sharing a common room with Granger. Bloody hell, I hope she isn't as Miss Know It All all of the time. That would get old, really fast! I'd probably lock myself in my room.

I dragged myself upstairs and into my room. My Slytherin Green and Black interior made me smile now. I've been thinking about those fucking Gryffindors too much lately. My bed was adorned with black sheets and a Slytherin green comforter. All four walls, were painted green with black shelves and picture frames. I hadn't looked at any of the pictures since Mother left. She was in almost of the pictures. The only three she wasn't in, were pictures of me and Zabini or Parkinson. Ugh, Parkinson. That whore-thankfully- wouldn't be hanging on me this year. Now that my family worthy. Parkinson's family still upheld the pure-blood traditions and my family wasn't anything anymore. At least, Parkinson would keep her distance.

My friends. I wonder how I'll be treated amongst them. They all totally abandoned me this last summer till now because I had refused to obtain the Dark Mark. Zabini, though, he only ignored me because of his family. They would skin him alive if they heard of him talking to me and of course Parkinson would tell his parents. I had refused to fuck her a week before they all ignored me and she was pissed. She must not have any self respect because she throws herself at every guy. I think she's even fucked a few Hufflepuffs and that's low for her. She fucked a few Gryffindor guys to make some of the Gryffindor girls jealous. Whore.

I sighed as I lay my head against my pillows and stared at the ceiling. Closing my eyes, I tried not to think of anyone except mother and her warmth.

Hermione's P.O.V.

I skimmed through the pages of a spell book and through it down; uninterested. Looking around the room, I decided to see if Malfoy had left yet.

I crept downstairs and he was gone. Thank Merlin, he's gone! My freaking hormones would have gone overboard if he wasn't.

"Hey, 'Mione." Ron smiled from his postion on the couch. I grinned warmly and plopped down next to him. I'd always loved Ron, he's just so adorable-when he's nice, that is.

We sat together there in comfortable silence. It gave me some time to think. Why had my emotions taken the better of me during Malfoy's visit? I mean, I've been around Malfoy-when I was on my period-before. Why was this time different than others? Who knows. Maybe I'm love sick...

That's probably it. Ginny and Harry are happily screwing and loving each other. They're so smiley all the time and I'm happy for them, but I'm jealous. I'd love to have a better half, but no one really meets my standards. Wow, that made me sound snobby and picky. Dammit, I am picky, but not snobby. Definetly not snobby. Pansy Parkinson held that lovely honor of snobbiness. I wonder how she'll be now that Voldemort's gone. Maybe she'll be nice. I mentally laughed at myself. What am I kidding? Parkinson could never be nice! She wasn't built that way. She was raised to be unkind to everyone and even more unkind to muggleborns.

"Hey Ron," I asked snapping out of my conversation with myself.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I'm going to go back to the room. I'll see you at dinner." I kissed his cheek and escaped to 'my' room, but on the way I saw a book under one of the cabinets. I looked around and then bent down to grab it. It was a journel.

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