"I don't care Harry. I am not going to be a part of Ron and his silly games." I point out, continuing on to my next class.
"Come on, as soon as she notices that he is giving someone else attention, you can stop."
"First off, I know he talked you into talking me into this. Second off, no. She's a twit."
"Wait! She's a what?"
"Umm" Crap! Crap! Crap! I screwed up. How did I screw up? "I said she's a brat Harry."
"You said she's a twit, I heard what you said." He glares at me.
"So what, Harry? She is one. She's spoiled and..and easy..and no. You know why I don't want to." I played 'that card'. The I'm-pretending-to-like-him-so-you'll-leave-me-alone card. I hated doing it. I hate lying to my friends, to my best friends, but they don't understand.
"Ok, fine. I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't think it would get to you." Harry answers sincerely.
"Well" That was a shocker. Not expecting Harry to respond like that "it would." I walk off, a little bit faster towards Potions, trying to lose Harry before I get there. I promised Draco I'd come to class early so we could talk for a few minutes.
"Well it took you long enough." I hear smoothly as soon as I walk in the room. Looking around, I would think I'm the only one here. Then I see him, kicked back in his chair, hands behind his head, feet on his desk, in the corner of the room.
"Yea, well. I had to lose Harry. He was trying to get me to.. to trick Lavender into getting jealous over Ron."
"And you tell me he's not a risk. The boy can mastermind something like that, I need to stay on top of my game." With that, he puts his chair back down, leaning forward on his desk, with his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the desk. "What do you have to say to that Ms. Granger?"
"I still say that he is in the clouds about it all." I answer proudly.
"I had to tell you something, why I wanted to see you. They...he...he wants me to do the unthinkable. He wants me to kill someone Mione. I don't know that I can do it, honestly. I don't. What if..." I put my finger up to his lips.
"Shhhhhh...you ramble on like that and you'll be the one dead. Has he told you who you have to kill?" Maybe it'll be your father and we will all be better off, I think to myself. He bites his bottom lip a few times. "Draco?"
"No, he hasn't. Just said that the job has to be done." He replies. He looks scared out of his gourd. I wrap my arms around him, a tear falling down my cheek. "Please don't, Hermione."
"It's ok." I whisper into his ear. "I'll be here no matter what. You have told me enough to know that I can trust you." Like the fact that Snape was one of them. I knew it all along, but to actually hear Draco say it, it was kind of scary. "I know your not going to hurt me."
Suddenly, the door flew open, and the first student walks in. Luna Lovegood. I jump up. "I hate you, you spoiled, arrogant little brat!" I scream at Draco, as he's adjusting himself for an argument. Everyone piles into the classroom to see what's going to happen.
"Yea, well if it was up to me, you and your nasty mudblood wouldn't be in my school."
"Your school? So what, now that you can get away with whatever you want from Snape you think you own Hogwarts? Because your parents have money? You think you own the place?"
"Listen here you little twit" He says with a face of disgust, as he looks me up and down, "You may think you are high and mighty now, but when this war is over, you will be nothing. Nothing more than an elf cleaning my mansion."