A/N Sorry this chapter took time to write up, I've been busy packing for when i move back to the UK :) Enjoy!

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JEALOUS?

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The corridors were rather dim and the charmed torches on the walls didn't help much. However, Hermione could still see a tall blonde boy leaning up against the wall staring into space with his hands in his pockets and his famous Slytherin smirk on his face as she walked up to him smiling.

"What you so happy about? Weasley finally won the lottery?"

Her smile faded. "Look Ferret, I don't want to be here as much as you, so just shut your mouth and we can get it over with." Hermione said then walked off in front of him.

"What ever you say Mudblood," Draco shrugged as he walked next to her.

"Why do you call me that?" she asked hurt.

"Because that's your name, you're a filthy muggleborn, with dirty blood, you're a mud-blood," he repeated as if it was the easiest question ever asked.

"Im no different to you, just because my parents aren't wizards and their not deatheaters." she said and Draco shot her a glare.

"We are nothing alike Granger, you repulse me,"

Hermione laughed bitterly "The feelings mutual,"

"…"

"How old are you now Granger? Is using a hairbrush not something you learn in muggle-land?" Draco asked eyeing her hair as if it were moldy food.

"What's wrong with my hair?" she asked offensively

"What isn't?" Draco said seriously "It's brown and curly and all over the place. You look like a rag doll."

"Oh and I suppose you prefer greasy, black hair like pug-faced Parkinson?" Hermione said raising her eyebrows at him.

Draco cringed at the mention of her name.

"…"

Hermione rounded around a corner when a crack came from behind her and she clung to Draco's arm before she saw a squirrel jump out one of the windows.

"Get off me!" he hissed at her as she shook himself free from her grasp

Hermione had her wand raised high, not noticing where her hand was she pulled it away apologetically and began to walk again.

"Look Granger I know you want me, so just admit it and I can tell you that Im not interested and we can get on." he said running his hand through his hair.

"It was a squirrel, I didn't know," she mumbled then gathered her courage and stopped walking "I hate you Malfoy. I seriously wish you would just crawl back under the rock you came from and died," she said seriously "I wouldn't touch you with a barge pole." She said feeling her temper rise.

Draco laughed bitterly then started to walk towards Hermione, which made her step back until she was pressed hard up against the wall. Their eyes met and his hands were on the wall above her head. "You know you want me Granger, and who could blame you," he smirked as she struggled underneath him.

"Get over yourself!" she growled and reached for her wand but Malfoy grabbed her wrist.

"Don't mess with me Granger, you will seriously regret it," he said dangerously low before stepping back and walking on.

Hermione's straightened her robe and caught up with him "You know your going to turn out just like your father, a heartless. Selfish, self-centered, power-crazy, deatheater, I spose four out of five isnt bad,"

Draco glared at her "You want to watch what you're saying," he growled

"Why?" Hermione said, "Afraid I might be saying the truth, afraid I might hit a nerve and make you cry?" she teased. "Oh no I forgot Malfoys don't cry, can't cry, because they have no nerves, no feelings, no heart."

"That was the way I was brought up," Draco mumbled but Hermione caught it and snorted.

"I bet my grades that you will become a deatheater as soon as you get the offer," she said.

"I will never join Voldemort; I will not be his lap dog!"

"Oh you wait Malfoy, you wait, you'll go crawling to him on your hands and knees begging for the dark mark." she replied knowingly.

"I won't," he growled.

"You will. You would do anything to please daddy."

"Shut it!" Draco warned her glaring into her brown eyes as they both stood in the middle of the hallway, eyes flashing dangerously in the dark.

"Why not Draco? You cannot call that filth a dad, as far as I've seen; he has not once said anything nice to you or even smiled your way! He will force you to serve Voldemort," she said rather angrily towards him, not noticing she had called him Draco.

"I don't take sides, I belong to no one, and I do not do other peoples bidding!" he growled

"You will, you can't help yourself, I actually feel sorry for you Malfoy," Hermione said putting her hand on her heart.

"Because even though I might die in this war, even though I can sense that my time with Harry and Ron is limited, at least when I die I will have year's worth of memories, of people who loved me and cared for me, friends who stuck with me till the end and parents who loved me." Tears were brimming in her eyes.

Something hit home. She was right, the mudblood was right, he did not have any real friends and his mother and father were not interested in his life. "Why don't you just shut it? He growled, "Just fucking shut the hell up Granger!" he yelled moving closer to her so he was right up in her face.

"Im right though. You know I am." she replied, her courage dangerously increasing.

"Bloody Potter, thinks he can save the world from Voldemort, thinks he's special because he has a scar on his head, because he was Gryffindor seeker in his first year, thinks he's oh-so-talented because he survived the triwizard tournament," Draco snarled. "Fucking Weasley, who is as poor as a dormouse but manages to have loving friends and a loving family. And then theres you," he glared.

She could feel his breath on her face and it was making her very uncomfortable.

"The bushy-haired. Mudblood, Gryffindor, smart as an encyclopedia and dictionary rolled into one, has family and friends who adore her, Knows every spell ever created and still managed to date a famous seeker!" he finished stepping away from her leaving her wide eyed and feeling sorry for him.

"Well theres something I'd never hear, your jealous of Harry potter, Ron Weasley and the Mudblood…" Hermione replied

Draco tightened his grip on his wand "I am not!"

"Well that's what you just said. And for your information, even thought it really is none of your business, I don't have much of a family anymore," she said not telling him anything more.

"What does that mean?" he said watching her carefully as she wiped away her tears.

"It means just that Malfoy! I don't have any contact what so ever with my family, im on my own, got it!" she yelled and walked on.

Draco followed her.

"…"

the silence between them was unusual and lasted well over twenty minutes, Hermione hated the boy whom was walking beside her, yet she could almost feel the emotions radiating off him. "We don't hate you Malfoy," she said lowering her tone. " We have to be cautious of you, you say your not in league with Voldemort but you still are Lucius Malfoy's son and we don't trust you, if you left us alone and tried to be civil we might get on." she said as Draco snorted.

"…"

"What are we going to do about the Halloween ball?" she asked changing subjects.

"I assumed the word ball meant we dressed up and danced." He smirked. "You knowing the dictionary off by heart should know that."

"You know I didn't mean that. No, I meant how, I don't think I can dance with you, not with the way you are."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, you're a right stuck-up, insufferable, brat," she said coldly.

"Ouch," Malfoy replied "Well its simple then…" he smirked "You and your little friends will just have to be nicer to me so I don't have a reason to talk to you." he said smirking.

Hermione stared at him and let out a small bitter laugh "You didn't hear anything I just said, did you?" she said in disbelief. "Do you need me to repeat it?" she growled

"You never just shut up do you?" Draco hissed at her as he strained his ears, clasped his hand around her mouth before she could think of a comeback, and pulled her into a dark corner.

"Lucius this is nor the time nor the place." Dumbledore said sternly but still in his understanding voice.

"I will expect my son to be back when I send for him, his service to the dark lord is not negotiable," Lucius said as then walked away, straight past them.

Draco stiffened as Hermione pressed her back firmly into his chest as she looked up at him with sorrow and concern filling her chocolate brown eyes.

Why were those eyes suddenly having and impact on him?

"Draco?" she whispered

Draco watched his father go and Dumbledore walk away before he pulled away from her and carried on down the corridor.

"Draco?" she asked again running up to him.

The blonde wizard turned around, his eyes filled with worry. "You heard none of that Granger, you repeat that to anyone and I will kill you," he vowed.

"I won't," she almost whispered and without daring to say another word, they both finished their rounds.

It was going to be a quiet year indeed.

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