Hello all! Thank you all who reviewed. It was very enlightening to receive your compliments. And corrections. Those are good too. ::shifty eyes::

Anyways, after this chapter there will be no updates for anther week or so, as my daily internet privileges have been taken away. stupid parents lOl blame THEM not ME!!! :runs from Malfoy: "I'm SORRY I ALMOST HAD TO STAB YOU … SORRYYY!!

Ok this is the next chapter… enjoy!

After potions, I sat at my desk and cleared up the ingredients for my Mandrake Draught. My cauldron-full of perfect potion sat on the desk, its metallic green color swirling and shifting. Ron and Harry helped, talking to me about the day's events.

"Hey, 'Mione… why were you being nice to Malfoy?" Ron asked curiously.

"I just wanted to stay on his good side." I stated matter-of-factly.

Harry snorted. "Like he has one."

Speak of the devil. Malfoy walked up to us, looking uncomfortable.

"He should really go su…" Ron faltered when I coughed loudly.

Malfoy glared at Ron. "I'm just here to make one thing clear, Granger. Even though you saved my life and all, don't get any sweet Gryffindor ideas that we're friends or anything. However, I am in your debt, and Malfoys hate being in debt, especially to mudbloods. So I will be… reasonable," Malfoy grimaced, "to you and your wonder gang until said debt is repaid. After that, we go back to being mortal enemies. Understood?"

I stared at him. Twice in one day, Malfoy has managed to astound me. I drawled, "And I thought you were here to talk about something important. Whatever."

Malfoy wheeled around and stalked out of the dungeon.

Harry and Ron looked at his retreating back, eyebrows up and mouths wide open.

I laughed. "Good side, indeed."

For the rest of the week, I kept tab of what Malfoy was doing. Around others like Neville and Seamus, he was spiteful as usual. Then, once he saw me, it was like light coming over Hell. He would put on a smile (fake or not) and let everyone within ten miles radius know what an angel he was. However, he caused scenes to "solve". For example, on Tuesday, he had one of his cronies trip a Gryffindor first year. Then, he sauntered around the corner, "saw her" and helped her up. I, at first, was amazed, until I started being the victim. Crabbe and Goyle put me in various life threatening positions so Malfoy could come along and save me, and so, nullify the debt. I didn't think he meant for Pansy to levitate me 200 feet of the ground from the Astronomy tower, though.

It was a warm, sunny day, and it being Saturday, we had no classes. Harry and Ron were on the lawn, having a go at Malfoy, who was alone because Crabbe and Goyle had gotten detention. I was in the Astronomy Tower, borrowing Professor Vector's telescope for a diagram for Charms. I hadn't noticed anyone else in the room besides me. A model of the solar system that hung over the entrance to the tower twinkled for a moment, as it does every time someone opens or closes the door. I thought it was Professor Vector coming back from the lavatory and didn't make anything of it, until a pair of pale, cold hands grabbed me by the throat. I choked as the hands tightened around my neck.

"Who…. Are … you?" I struggled to breathe.

"You will pay for what you did in Potions." The familiar, snobby voice threatened maliciously.

I should have known. Pansy Parkinson, come to get revenge for me getting on Malfoy's good side.

"Why… don't you…" I gasped for air. "Let me… down… so we can talk… like women."

Pansy's hands loosened a bit as she pondered my question. I took that chance to spring away from her. She swore.

"Why are you here?" I asked, massaging my neck.

Pansy lifted the sleeve of her black robe. Along her arm was a six-inch scar, pearly and slightly raised.

I guess that knife was lethal after all. Raising my eyebrows, I reasoned, "You know, Madam Promfrey could have gotten rid of that in about a second."

Pansy attempted to look dignified. "I asked her not to remove it, just to remind you of the pain you have caused me. I mean, you brainwashed Drakie-poo into being nice to Hufflepuffs!"

Oh. So it WAS about "Drakie-poo" after all. I sighed, exasperated. "I saved his life, god dammit. He owes me."

"He does NOT!" Pansy shrieked. I think she has finally lost it. "He can't possibly be in debt to a repulsive, dirty little mudblood like you."

I've had it with this snotty, I'm-better-because-I-date-Draco-Malfoy bitch. I pulled out my wand and pointed it at her.

Pansy looked at me strangely, as if disbelieving that I would actually hex her. Muttering, she drew out her wand from the inside of her robes.

"Expelliarmous!" I shouted.

The spell bounced off Parkinson harmlessly, hitting a bookshelf and causing its contents to leap off the shelves and bounce off the walls. Bloody hell! She must have cast a shield charm on herself while she was taking her wand out. Bloody smart and wicked cunning. I won't underestimate her again.

I didn't notice Pansy swishing and flicking her wand. I didn't hear her whisper, "Wingardium Leviosa." I didn't realize the spell had hit me until I started floating.

Pansy guided me with her wand until I was hovering just past the stone wall of the tower. With nothing under me and only Parkinson's spell holding me up, I thought I was a goner. I was literally trapped between a rock and a hard place, the rock being the stone tower wall and the hard place being the distant, very solid looking ground. If I attempted to counteract Pansy's spell, I'd fall. If I tried to maneuver myself, Pansy would release her spell for sure. If I didn't do anything, I would still fall. It takes a lot of energy to hold something as heavy as a person in the air. I watched the color drain slowly from Pansy's face.

"Damn, you're bloody heavy. Ever think of loosing some weight?" Pansy panted, attaching a string of swear words under her breath.

I turned red. Feigning the famous Malfoy smirk, I snapped, "Being Hypocritical isn't good, Parkinson. Go blow someone, you fucking bitch."

Pansy scowled. At first she seemed shocked that I would use gutter language, just until I replied, "All Gryffindors aren't perfectly good. There's a bad seed in every person, waiting to sprout." After that, she recovered quickly and replied, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm slim and beautiful. At least I have people who want me to blow them. As for you, I can't say the same. People like talent to go with their looks, and it seems I've over estimated you in even that factor. I mean, you couldn't even block my floating spell. Pa-the-tic." She drew out every syllable of the last word, making it extra hard not to just send a jinx her way that'd make her get boils the size of Mars.

I glared at Pansy, hate coursing through my veins. I think, at that point, I would have liked to grind her into mincemeat and feed her to the sharks, then resurrect her and stick millions of little needles into her.

Maybe something in my glare set her off. Maybe she just wasn't strong enough. It happened too fast for me to comprehend. I only remember snatches of what happened. Pansy on the floor, clutching her arm where the scar from Malfoy's knife was. The scar, glowing silver, then blue, then pink. Her wand on the floor, the handle burnt off. And then…

Falling…. Falling…

The last thing I heard before closing my eyes to my dying world was a normally sarcastic and harsh turned shocked and scared voice, yelling, "GRANGER!!!"

Ok wasn't that entertaining? Hermione... cussing! Well, after she punched Malfoy in book 3 I suppose anything is possible xP There's a lot more in store for lil Hermione Granger

Remember to R&R or face the wrath of my… imagination!  Rainbow 

And tonight's weather will be… a shower of falling Hermiones.