Hey guys, I've been studying for exams all week and I had to take a trip to Italy so that is why I haven't updated, thank you all soo much for the reviews and now that my exams are done I will try to post a longer, quicker chapter. :) please review.

Draco watched the Granger girl as she glared at him from the opposite side of the hall; she stood next to the Weasly kid and Luna Lovegood.

He had never snapped at a girl before, but she deserved it. She watched him from the opposite side of the hall as Wealsy asked if she was alright. "Yeah, but he won't be!" She replied and he laughed inside his head as he thought 'I'd like to see what she thinks she will be able to do to me.'

He dropped the ball to the floor and watched her head snap up at the sound it made. It thudded back into his hands and he called to his team to take their places. He had already told all the guys that he got Granger, he wanted to see what she would do.

He was ready to slam her back down. She took the place opposite him and watched as he thrust the ball towards the ground once more. "I wouldn't be so cocky, Malfoy."

"Granger, I wouldn't try to tell me what to do!"

"First, the next time you touch me, you will be leaving without a major body part..." her gaze flicked down towards his crotch, "And second," she smiled, dragging her gaze back up to his eyes, "Your girlfriend is here." He spun around, his hands loosening his grip on the ball, "Gotcha!" she sped past him, and before he could do anything about it, her hands had closed around the ball and her ponytail was slamming him in the face.

She jumped on his toes as she past, "Bitch!" he gasped as he clutched his leg. He watched as she sped down the court, dodging his teammates and dropping the ball into the net as if she was a pro.

"Dude!" Blaise was behind him, he eyebrows raised. "I thought you said you had her!"

"Shut it, Zabini!"

"Maybe if you weren't a fucking dickhead to her, she wouldn't have done that!"

"I said shut it, Blaise." And with that he tore away from his friend – his friend who was quickly working his way on to the 'enemy' list – and fell into step behind Hermione. "Watch it, Granger."

"Ohh, scary!" she smiled across to him and he could hear the rest of the girls behind him laugh. It was like he was watching himself from outside his body as his fists flew out to grab her shoulders. She brought her hands up to his upper arms and let the ball drop between their feet.

"Dude!" Hermione blinked; shocked that he was roughly pushing her backwards. Suddenly, she tripped over her feet and then dropped to the ground; she felt her back slam into the floor and felt him crush down on top of her. "GET OFF OF ME!" He could feel her chest vibrating against him with every word she screamed.

"Don't pretend you don't like it." He pushed himself up and didn't even hold out a hand to help her, not that she needed one. She was already poised on the balls of her feet and ready to slam her fist into his stomach if he came at her.

"You can't fake hate like this, Malfoy." She sneered; her hands were still ready in front of her. Every nerve in her body was tensed and ready to react to whatever he did next. He surprised her by his features returning to normal, before he turned away from her. "That all you got, Malfoy?" she screamed to his retreating back, "I thought you said you could take the heat."

She smirked as she folded her arms across her chest in a way that glorified her cleavage and made the eyes off all the boys in the room snap to attention. She realised the effect she was having and dropped her arms to her hips. "Carful Malfoy," she started to turn away from him, "An attitude that you can't handle could have consequences."

His head snapped round to meet her eyes one last time before he pushed his way out of the room. He knew why he was leaving, but no one else needed to know. He was ready to kill her a moment ago. The only way to stop himself from doing something that he regretted was to watch her eyes sneer as he walked away.

Granger 1...Malfoy nil.

He felt himself stumble down the hall. The bell hadn't rung, he hadn't been dismissed from the class. He was going to get a telling off from his father when he got home, he doubted that his father would understand the 'this girls was really getting on my nerves' excuse that he was already forming, but he had to have an excuse for if/ when he was asked, and it was always best to go to his father with a clear head and ordered thoughts. It just made it that much easier for him to hide his true emotions from his father.

What is happening! he couldn't help but ask himself as he stared into the mirror in the boys bathroom. I have never wanted to hurt someone that much before!

He wasn't alone any more, someone had stumbled in after him. He knew before he even looked who it was. The person just reeked of betrayal. "I saw you staring at her!" Draco hissed as he tried to keep his emotions in check. If there was one lesson that his father had taught him that was worth learning, it was that you should never let your emotions go. Especially not to those you think are your friends, because if they turn on you it will hurt even more than if it was your enemy. "You were on her side just like everyone else!"

"Can you blame me!" Blaise clapped his hand on to his mate's back. "You're acting like a psycho, mate!"

"Don't you think that I know that!" was the only thing he could manage to spit out, without smacking his friend across the face.

Blaise smirked at Draco through the mirror, "Plus she has a nice rack!"

For the last two periods, people leered at him. He was the guy who manhandled the 'sexy' – which in his view, was a matter of opinion – new girl, and then walked away from a fight. Well, the first day of the spring term was not going well for Draco Malfoy.

Though, Astoria did not seem to get the hint. Draco knew that she lacked slightly in the brains department, but it was impossible not to see the snarl on his face and know not to touch him. Though, Astoria seemed to ignore this fact as she sauntered up to the Malfoy – in all his grumpy glory – and wrap her arms around his neck.

Others may have assumed that what she was doing was supposed to be a kind and loving gesture, to Draco it seemed more like she was trying to give him the Heimlich manoeuvre on the wrong part of his body. She squeezed four times and then folded herself on to his lap.

Then she did the unmentionable. She brought up the girl! If the glare didn't give her the hint that he didn't want to talk about it, then there was no hope for Astoria Greengrass. Her skirt was hitching slightly up her thigh as she was shuffling around and he couldn't help staring. He was about to start playing with the hem of the belt she had the balls to call a skirt, but then he heard her voice.

It sounded like nails scratching on a chalkboard – or maybe that was just the noise that Astoria's heels made as she dragged the points along the floor. What he wouldn't give for one of those stupid things to be clutched in his hand right now! Granger wouldn't stand a chance.

He was literally running through the scenario in his head, and then he felt her...saw her shadow...breathed in the vanilla scent that had clouded his thoughts with bitter anger for the best part of the day.

Astoria was on the floor before she could even let a high pitched screech out of her glossed lips. His hands were clenched by his sides, holding his anger back by the weakest elastic that was about to break. His anger was about to be shed like water falling from a broken dam.

His vision had been blocked before by his blind rage, but now he could see that she was flanked by the blond bitch and the Weaslette. He was the prince of the school. He should have had everyone on his side. Everyone should have been on her back, ready to rip her limb from limb – like Draco wanted to do at right this moment – if she stepped a toe out of line with him.

He crumpled back in to his seat, squishing his rage back into a manageable box that rested uneasily at the bottom of his stomach. "Like I said Malfoy..." she smiled as she passed his table, "Little boys who play with fire, tend to get burnt." Even now, he would swear to all that is holy, that he saw flames flick her eyeballs.

I know that this is a really short chapter, but this seemed like a good place to end it before I moved onto the next scene. I hope that you guys think it was worth the wait for it, and I promise to make up its pitiful length with a super long next chapter.

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