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hmm enough blabber, here's chapter 13 :0)

Chapter 13:

"How was your detention last night, love?" asked Pansy, throwing her arms around Draco's neck early the next morning.

"Worse then ever," muttered Draco, releasing himself from her grip. "McGonagall decided to make us scrub some stupid trophy."

"Why love? What happened?" A concerned look covered Pansy's face.

"She said me and the Mudblood were fighting too much."

At his words Blaise fell into a fit of laughter. Pansy glared at Blaise and told him it wasn't funny with pouting lips.

"What did she really expect?" asked Pansy, looking concerned again. "Did she think you and that nasty Granger would just play nice?"

"I don't know what she expected, she keeps on talking about how I'm a prefect, and Granger is a fucking Head Girl; about how shocked she is that we behave that way in front of the Headmistress," Draco snorted. "Headmistress, this place really is going to the dogs."

"Well just let the Mudblood do all the scrubbing," said Pansy.

"I tried; the lame trophy just gets dirtier."

Blaise snorted at his words and started laughing again.

"What is it that you find so funny?" asked Draco with an angry sneer.

"Everything," answered Blaise, as he continued laughing. Malfoy just ignored him and headed towards the portrait hole.

"Draky, I know you're a little upset and this is not a good time, but the Hogsmeade trip is on Saturday, and you still didn't…" said Pansy, waiting for him to ask her to go with him.

"I still didn't what?"

"Well, you still didn't say a thing about it to me."

"Why would I say a thing about it to you?" asked Draco, knowing all too well where this conversation would lead to.

"Well, because I'm your girlfriend," said Pansy in a matter of fact kind of tone.

"Don't you know about the trip to Hogsmeade?"

"I do, but I expected you to… you know… plan something for the both of us, possibly a romantic day."

At her words both Draco and Blaise snorted in unison. Blaise quickly apologized and left the common room before Pansy had a chance to glare at him, while Draco smirked with his trademarked arrogance.

"Why are you snorting?" asked Pansy, hurt.

"Because you're amusing me."

"Is it really that amusing that I expect a hint of romance from my boyfriend?"

"Pansy, we're together, why can't you be happy with what there is and drop it?"

"Because I am not happy with what it is. Draco you're with me, but it feels like you force yourself to be with me. I'm with you because I love you, and I show you that love every single day of my life."

"I know," Draco cut in, obviously annoyed. "Perhaps you overflow me with your love."

"You really are an ass, you know that," said Pansy, storming out of the common room, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

Draco just shrugged his shoulders in reply and walked out of the common room, heading towards the Great Hall for breakfast.

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"And it's so much worst right now. I can't believe I almost got expelled because of that prat. I mean, I just lost control, something just twitched in my mind, and I couldn't stop myself. I felt so horrible when McGonagall came up to us. I thought she would take my head duties away for sure.

Now I'm stuck with that arrogant ferret, scrubbing some trophy. You know what Ron? You should really write to Fred and George, I mean really, just find out how exactly I'm suppose to clean that trophy. Ooh and don't forget to thank them for their brilliancy from me," ranted Hermione.

Ron and Ginny were seating across from her at breakfast. She had just seen them since her detention last night and was filling them in with all the events. Ron and Ginny listened attentively, Ginny glared in Draco's direction every time Hermione mentioned an insult Draco threw at her, and Ron kept his fists clenched and his teeth grinding.

"So now, I am basically stuck there until I can figure out how to clean that trophy. I mean, if Malfoy would just cooperate with me, we could be done with detention in a blink of an eye. But he has to be an arrogant pureblood, he just has to feel superior and act like a prat. Ugh I'm fed up with talking about it, how have you been?" Hermione finally asked, calming down a little bit.

Ginny just shrugged her shoulders in reply to her question, while Ron looked down at his food. He wanted to talk to Hermione about another subject. A subject that was far from Malfoy and her detention, a subject he's been pondering about since the notice of the trip to Hogsmeade.

As if reading Ron's mind, Ginny grabbed her school bag, and left the Gryffindor table. She had Divination in the Astronomy tower, and didn't want to be late to class. Ron decided to seize that opportunity; it was already Tuesday and their trip to Hogsmeade was due on Saturday. He wanted to ask her out before his courage left him.

"So, at least we got Hogsmeade to look forward to," he started awkwardly.

"Yeah at least that," sighed Hermione.

"I was thinking," Ron broke the awkward silence, he then cleared his throat. "Are you going with somebody?" he asked hesitantly.

"No," answered Hermione, hoping this conversation would lead to what she dreamed of for the past three years.

"Well, how about you go with me?" Ron finally gathered enough strength to ask. "As a couple, I mean," he added, shoving his hair from his face nervously.

Hermione was bewildered. She couldn't believe he finally gathered enough courage to ask her. Butterflies were doing jumping jacks in the pit of her stomach, but she didn't care one bit. Ron had finally asked her out.

"I would love to go with you," she answered, a smile spread on her face.

"Brilliant," replied Ron, looking happier then he had in days. "I will wait for you in the common room then, and we will go together from there."

"Great," said Hermione, smiling sweetly.

They quickly finished their breakfast and went to their first class of the day. Now that Harry was gone, it felt a little weird being just the two of them all the time, although neither of them minded one bit. It gave them a chance to get even closer as friends and just feel comfortable around each other.

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"So did you plan a romantic getaway with Pansypoo?" Blaise wore a sarcastic smirk on his face.

"Fuck you," Draco replied, glaring at him.

"But honestly Draco, all the girl wants is some romance."

"Then she is more then welcome to find it with another guy. I am not changing for anybody, especially for Parkinson."

"Too bad she doesn't realize it," said Blaise, thoughtfully.

"What can I do about that?"

"It's your life mate, live it how you see fit. I would have dumped the bitch a long time ago if I were you, obviously you don't care about her."

"I should, she really is starting to get on my nerves," confessed Draco.

"I swear I'm having déjà vu," Blaise joked, laughing.

"Shut up," said Draco, pushing him to the side playfully, and laughing along.

The two friends were on their way to lunch in the Great Hall, discussing as usual, their everyday lives.

"Who are you going to take to Hogsmeade this weekend?" asked Draco.

"I don't know yet, I might just hang out with Crabbe and Goyle."

"Ugh these two dwarfs. I swear at times I think their brains are smaller than a flobberworm's."

"Yeah, it might seem like that at times. I'm kind of used to it already, doesn't bother me as muc…"

Draco looked up at Blaise, expecting him to finish his sentence, when he noticed his attention was distracted by something in the far end of the Great Hall. Draco tapped his friends shoulder to get his attention back, but he seemed to be concentrating on someone in particular.

Being as curious as ever, Draco looked in the direction of Blaise's transfixed stare and saw Ginny Weasley, standing by the Gryffindor table, wearing a pair of very tight jeans, and a low cut sweater.

Wearing the biggest sneer he could muster, Draco looked at Blaise and opened his mouth to speak.

"Fancying a Weasel, are we?"

"What?" Blaise asked, looking a little lost. "Hemm, no," he coughed nervously. "I was just looking at the…"

"At the Weasel in tight jeans, I noticed. Thought you spazzed out on me. Since when do you fancy her?"

"I do not fancy her. I wasn't looking at her at all," answered Blaise defensively.

"Sure you weren't," said Draco, rolling his eyes.

"I would never fancy a blood traitor."

"Uh-huh, keep on saying that to yourself."

"Just shut up will you?"

"I didn't say a word. Besides, she did blossom to be quite a flower. I never expected a Weasel to look so good in a pair of jeans," admitted Draco.

"Doesn't really matter how good she looks," said Blaise, throwing a last glance in Ginny's direction. "Doesn't change the fact that she's a blood traitor. "

"I would re-think that if I were you Blaise, now with the famous Harry Pothead gone, the possibilities might be endless. Besides, she's a feisty one," said Draco, wiggling his eyebrows.

Blaise just laughed at his remark, and sat down by the Slytherin table, stuffing his mouth to avoid saying another word. He did find her to be very hot, because honestly she was. Her raving red hair, bouncing playfully against her shoulder. Her velvety skin, contrasting with her strong face features. Maybe he would try and work it with her now that Potter was gone; what did he really have to lose?