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Author's note: Hi. Sorry for the wait! This chapter has been rewritten like..alot. (Mostly because I didn't really like it...or it was too confusing...) And it might be a tad bit confusing like..somewhere near the beginning, but ...yea. And my apologizes if you think that this chapter sucks because I usually just write whatever pops into my weird little head..and yea...lol.
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Most italics for thoughts.
"Quotations" for speech.
In first and third person POV
Ruler thingys separate the first person POV
(One's POV can be Draco's. Another can be Hermione's.)
(Sorry if it's a bit confusing.)
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Chapter Eight: A Very Angry Hermione
"Every time you scream at me
I wanna kiss you
When you put your hands on me
I wanna touch you
When we get to arguing
Just gotta kiss you
Baby, I don't know why it's like that
But you're so damn sexy
When you're mad"
-Ne-yo "When Your Mad"
------------------Saturday, The 2nd Day in July (Continued...again...)
It was moments before Hermione broke the kiss. She took a few steps backwards and turned away.
"Wow..." she said, shocked. Draco, on the other hand, was dazed. Did he just kiss her?
After a while, Hermione gathered her wits. She walked over to Draco and slapped him across the face. Then she whispered, "Why did you kiss me?"
Draco, still dazed, didn't answer her. The Gryffindor princess then slapped him again...only harder.
"Ow! What did you do that for, Granger?"
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Why did you turn me into a ferret!"
Slap!
"Don't change the subject, Malfoy!"
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you woman!"
Slap!
"Stop being a freakin arrogant prick!"
Slap!
"Why the bloody hell did you slap me again!"
Hermione yelled in frustration and stormed off somewhere, Draco following her. Not that he had any choice. Damn handcuffs. The brunette walked to a nearby bathroom, slapped the door shut right in Draco's face, and locked it. What the hell is wrong with that woman? Soon after that, Draco fell asleep. Unknowingly to Draco, Hermione fell asleep at the same time.
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Somewhere in a dark place that's been unlit, but full of magic, a dark figure looms over a very luminous magic ball. The magic ball showed exactly what Hermione and Draco were doing.
"They quarrel like an old marry couple," said that dark figure, and then he chuckled.
"Yes they do," agreed someone as this other person said, "Is this really necessary?" (The people will be called Someone and Person.)
Another person...let's call this dark figure #2 watched the magic ball and said, "Hmm...Miss Granger seems to have anger issues..."
Another dark figure, which will be now known as dark figure #3, replied, "'Mione may have anger issues, but..." Dark figure #3 thought for a moment.
"But what?" asked another dark figure, that is now known as Anonymous.
"I don't know," said Dark figure #3.
Anonymous rolled her eyes as Dark figure #2 muttered something bad about Dark figure #3.
"Oh I do hope those slaps haven't injured Draco.." said a lady, who would be known as 'Lady'.
Anonymous and Dark figure #3 coughed and said a word that sounded very much like 'Mal-ferret'.
------------------Sunday, The 3rd Day in July (Finally!)
Hermione awoke on the bathroom floor. How did I get here? As she rubbed her eyes, everything came rushing back. No!
She screamed, "I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!"
She then accio-ed some of her clothes and a towel. The brunette then got ready to take a shower.
He heard someone screaming, "I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" and was followed by the sound of the shower running. Errggg...so sleepy. The blonde took in his surroundings... and then remembered the kiss. A smile appeared on his face. Mmmhmmm... he could recall the mudblood's soft lips on his. Then his consciousness spoke:
If you want to woo Hermione, you should stop calling her 'mudblood'.
Oh bugger! He groaned. Not that bloody conscious again! The Slytherin had no idea how he was going to woo Granger after what had happened...
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It was a very quiet awkward breakfast. Malfoy was staring at Hermione longingly, and Hermione was staring at her breakfast.
"Are you just not going to speak to me the whole day, Granger?"
Hermione looked up, glared at him, and looked back at her breakfast.
"I'll take that as a yes..." The brunette ignored him while the blonde sighed.
"Your mad because I pulled your hair aren't you?" Again, she ignored it.
"Your feeling guilty about turning me into a ferret and slapping me, aren't you?"
Hermione clenched her fists. That pompous git! Okay..calm yourself Hermione. Take a deep breath, and count backwards from ten... She unclenched her fists, took a deep breath and started counted backwards from ten in her head. Hopefully this will calm her down before she does something violent.
"You're not looking at me because of my sexiness, aren't you?" Hermione slapped her hands on the table.
"Can't you just be quiet and let me eat my breakfast in peace, Malfoy?" Malfoy smirked at her.
"That wasn't too hard now, isn't Granger?" He's such an idiot!
"Malfoy, if you know what's best for you, don't talk to me." Hermione glared at Malfoy hatefully. How could have she ever thought that this self-centered obnoxious prick was hot?
"Now what's the fun in that? Her-My-Oh-Nee."
"Don't you dare say my name!"
"Why, Hermione? It's your name, Hermione. And I just love saying it, Hermione. Her-My-Oh-Nee." The blonde seemed to be enjoying himself.
Calm down, Hermione. He's not worth it. Remember..deep breaths...
"Don't you just love saying your name too, Her-My-Oh-Nee?"
Ah ha! Here's a way to silence him! Hermione took her wand, pointed it at unsuspecting Malfoy, and thought, "Silencio!" She was always good at non-verbal magic.
It was a quiet breakfast. Malfoy had no idea that Hermione casted a silencing charm on him, and Hermione couldn't hear Malfoy's voice.
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It wasn't until the afternoon when Draco finally figured out that Hermione had casted a silencing charm on him. He had demanded Hermione to lift the charm off of him, but she had said 'No,' and had forced him to floo to her house.
The charm had been finally lifted in the evening when Draco kept flicking tiny pieces of paper into Hermione's hair when Hermione was reading a book.
"So Granger, what do we do around here for fun?"
Hermione looked up from her book and glared at him and asked, "Do you want me to turn you into a ferret so you can bounce around the room?"
Draco pretended to think about it before he said, "Nope. That wouldn't be pleasant."
Hermione snorted and muttered, "For you, maybe."
Silence fell upon them for a minute.
"Why are you mad Hermione?"
"Don't call me Hermione."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to."
"...are you mad because of-"
"No."
"You didn't know what I was going to say!"
"..."
"So that IS why your mad..."
Hermione gave Draco an annoyed look and returned to reading her book.
"Would Midol help?"
The brunette gave him a weird look. "What are you talking about, ferret?"
"You know! That thing that girls go through each month and makes them act all bi-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!"
"Why?"
"Because that's not the case!"
"Then how would you explain why you're bitchy?"
"I am not bitchy!"
Draco looked unconvinced and replied back sarcastically, "Sure..."
"This conversation is absolute rubbish!"
"Oh, I get it. You just don't want to be embarrassed about your time of the month."
Hermione dropped her book on the floor with disgust. "Again, Malfoy, that is NOT the case! And Midol doesn't help some things in PMS like behavior changes!"
"...what about milk?"
"...Malfoy, you're stupid. Go play in traffic."
"..uh...traffic?"
Hermione shook her head and started muttering things about obnoxious ferrets. Draco crossed his arms and pouted.
"I don't like bitchy Granger. When does it end?"
Hermione picked up a nearby tennis ball, threw it at Malfoy, and yelled, "That's NOT the case!"
Malfoy caught the tennis ball just before it hit his head and replied, "I can keep a secret Granger..."
The angry brunette picked up her book that she had dropped on the floor and stormed out of the room with Draco quick on her heels. Draco looked at Hermione incredulously as he asked, "Where are you storming off to Hermione?"
"Away from you," she replied angrily without looking behind her. "And don't call me Hermione."
"Why?
Hermione reached her room and shut the door right in front of Draco's face. Oh bugger...she's even hotter when she's mad...
Hermione was pacing around her room. That idiot! That ferret! The nerve of that idiotic ferret! She couldn't keep still. If she tried to sit down, she'd just start fidgeting. "Why must I keep thinking about that idiotic, stupid, pompous, annoying ferret?" she asked out loud.
"Because the ferret is a really hot, cute, sexy ferret!" she heard Malfoy say from outside the door. Oh, why did he have to hear me?
"Be quiet Malfoy!"
"Make me!"
Hermione rubbed her eyes and muttered, "This is so childish." Unexpectedly, Malfoy heard her.
"It's not childish!"
The brunette groaned, and then the phone rang.
Draco sat on the opposite side of the door. He could hear Hermione pace back and forth in her room. The blonde could barely hear what she was saying on the phone...
Well, actually he could, but the conversation was boring. It was like a one-side conversation that made absolutely no sense. He could hear her say:
"What? Me mad? No!"
Denial. He thought.
Then his conscience replied Like how you are?
Where did you come from? And I am not in denial!
But you were
...Your point is...?
Ahh! Little Draco finally admitting to his feelings...
There was silence.
I could give you tips on how to woo Hermione...
What tips?
To not taunt her, for one.
But she looks so hot when she's mad!
And it makes her so un-woo-able.
Un-woo-able?
...do you want these tips or not?
I'm a Malfoy! I could woo anybody!
Draco could have sworn he heard his 'conscience' sigh.
Poor little Draco...
Don't call me 'little'.
Ah! But you are 'little'.
Draco frowned. How am I 'little'?
You're so naive.
Am not!
His 'conscience' seemed to sigh again.
The door that Draco had been leaning had opened to reveal a slightly angry Hermione. Good...she calmed down... "Come to apologize Granger?"
"Leave me alone." She walked past Draco and went to the fireplace.
"Where are you running off to?"
"One: I'm not running. Two: I'm going to Malfoy Manor."
Draco smirked. "Why are you going to Malfoy Manor?"
"I don't feel like cooking."
"Using the house-elves I see. What happened to spew?"
"It's not spew you twit. It's S.P.E.W. Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare. And I'm just merely using your kitchen." Draco and Hermione flooed to Malfoy Manor.
"I'm not a twit Granger. And who said you could use the Malfoy's kitchen?" asked Draco when they had arrived to Malfoy Manor.
"Well, seeing as I have put up with you for Merlin knows how long, I'm going to use the kitchen to make myself some dinner."
Hermione turned to walk to the kitchen, but she had no idea where the kitchen was. "Where's the kitchen?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"Because your an obnoxious git!"
"...you know, being bitchy to me isn't going to help you..."
Hermione huffed, crossed her arms, and walked to some random direction.
"What are you doing Granger?"
"Finding the kitchen."
Draco laughed as Hermione turned around and glared at him. "I don't see anything hilarious about this," she said icily.
Draco was having trouble calming himself. After a while, he said, "You...you..." and burst out laughing again. After about five minutes or so, he finally calmed himself down and spoke, "Granger, you do realize how many doors and rooms the manor has...?"
The brunette's silence answered his question and Draco laughed...again. Hermione rolled her eyes and asked, "Honestly, can you control yourself from laughing?"
Draco stopped laughing and replied, "Yes, I can...but not if it's this funny!" He cracked up yet, again. Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered, "It's not even funny..." A few minutes later, Draco finally stopped laughing. "Let's go eat some dinner."
Malfoy and Hermione were in the library. Hermione was slightly pissed off about not being able to cook her own dinner, but she ate the food nonetheless. It was a peaceful moment until Malfoy asked, "You still mad Hermione?"
Silence really is golden. Hermione remained silent and concentrated on reading a book.
Malfoy sighed. "Why are you even mad? Is it because of what I did to your hair?" No.
The blonde sighed again. "Why are you mad about your hair? It's not as frizzy now..or tangled.." Such an idiot...
Hermione looked up from her book and spoke, "It's not because of my hair."
The Slytherin sighed again for the third time. "Then what is it then? Surely it can't be the kiss? I'm a great kisser!" Sure, you're a great kisser, but it is about the kiss! ...Oh crap. Did I just say that Malfoy was a great kisser?
Hermione spoke in an uncommonly calm voice. "It is about the kiss! Why did you kiss me? Why? I've always dreamed that my first kiss would be special and with someone I cared about and vice versa, but no. You had to go and kiss me and take away my dream!" The brunette paused. Unshed tears started to become more visible. In a shaky voice, she continued, "Did you kiss me to punish me? 'Cause it sure as hell worked! You know what? You're a jerk!" The Gryffindor princess paused again for a more dramatic effect and the tears began to fall. "And you know what's worse? Harry and Ron haven't owled me back yet!" She glared at Malfoy hatefully and saw his blank face. The girl then said hatefully and icily, "I hate you." And with that, she stormed out of the library, went to the nearby bathroom, locked herself in it, and cried. Not caring if Malfoy was right behind the door.
Draco Malfoy felt bad. He felt guilty. He also felt confused. The blonde Slytherin sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. What am I going to do now? From behind the bathroom door, he heard the angry girl crying. Oh Merlin! She hates me! She actually hates me! He frowned and sat down. And why did she tell me about Potty and Weasel? He snorted. Like I care about those two!
You fucked up big time! said his 'conscience'.
Sod off.
Poor little Draco...
Sod. Off.
Draco ran his hand over his hair again. And for the second time in the past two days, Draco and Hermione fell asleep next to the bathroom door.
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In that same dark place that's been unlit, but full of magic, the dark figure from before looms over the luminous magic ball. That dark figure sighed.
"Seems like you're going to owe me 3 galleons," said Dark figure #2 as he peered at the luminous magic ball.
"Not yet I don't," replied that dark figure who had sighed.
------------------Monday, The 4th Day in July
Draco was pacing to and fro, muttering to himself. It was noon and Hermione hadn't come out of the bathroom yet. He sighed and ran his hand over his gorgeous but kind of messy blonde hair. What can I do to make her stop hating me? He sighed again. Conscience or whatever you are, are you there?
Ohh, so now you want my help?
Draco sighed for the third time in the past five minutes.
Yes.
Somehow, Draco heard his conscience smirk. That's right, smirk.
Tell her how you actually feel...
No.
Then 'woo' her.
How can I woo somebody who hates me?
Redeem yourself.
How?
Treat her nicely. Don't taunt her. Don't make fun of her...
That's like saying, "Don't do anything I normally would do."
Exactly.
Draco grunted. All this trouble just for a girl...
Not just a girl, but Hermione Granger. The girl he hated and despised for the past six years! The buck-toothed, frizzy and busy-haired, little miss know it all, mudblood!
Tsk tsk! Thinking of Hermione as a 'buck-toothed, frizzy and busy-haired, little miss know it all, mudblood' isn't going to help redeem yourself.
Then what am I suppose to think of her? A pretty beautiful goddess?
Yes.
But she isn't! Wouldn't that be lying?
No.
How wouldn't it NOT be lying?
You do think that Hermione is a pretty beautiful goddess.
And how would you know that?
I'm your conscience.
You wanted my help, so now I'm giving you help.
Draco snorted.
More like crappy advice.
Hush child! I'm your conscience and I do not expect to be treated like this!
Ohh! So now you're like..an elder? Wise one? Too good to be my conscience?
I'm a bloody brilliant conscience! Now stop bickering! You do know how silly it is to argue with yourself...
Draco was silent.
My point exactly.
What point?
Oh, never mind. You're hopeless.
Me? Draco Malfoy? Hopeless? Don't make me laugh.
Well you are whether you wanna be or not!
Do know that calling me hopeless is like calling you hopeless because we're the same person?
Be quiet! Now do you want to hear more of my advice or not?
Draco smirked.
Nope. I don't take advice from a hopeless conscience!
His 'conscience' was silent. And Draco smirked even wider. The door that Hermione was behind then opened. Hermione saw his smirk and looked away with disgust. She then walked toward the dining room with Draco following her. They both sat down on opposite sides. Draco decided to strike up a hopefully civil conversation. "So...how are you feeling today, Hermione?" Hermione didn't reply. "Um...do you want for breakfast, Hermione?" He tried again, but as soon as he said the word 'breakfast,' the house-elf Ginky appeared.
"Would Master Draco and Miss Granger like some breakfast?"
"Yes Ginky," replied Hermione. "And please, just call me Hermione."
The house-elf nodded its head, snapped its fingers, and disappeared.
"So, Hermione, you talk to house-elves but not me? I'm hurt, Hermione."
Hermione glared at him. "You should be."
"Why?"
"You're such a prat!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am NOT!"
"Are TOO!"
"Am NOT NOT NOT!"
Hermione sighed and shook her head. "You're so immature." Draco was slightly taken back by this statement, but didn't know why.
It's because you are...and it's one of the reasons why the girl doesn't like you, said his 'conscience'.
The blonde jumped from his seat and looked surprised. Can you at least warn me when you do that?
No.
Hermione eyed him curiously. "What Granger?" snapped Draco.
"Nothing, ferret," Hermione snapped back. She then looked away. He could have sworn he heard some snickering.
Well this is going well...
Three hours have passed since Malfoy jumped out of his seat and looked as if he was talking to himself. Hermione smiled at that memory. Then she returned back to reading her book.
A few minutes later, Malfoy had to glance over and open his stupid mouth and say, "You read too much."
Hermione ignored him, but he still persisted. "Seriously, you read too much."
"Mind your own business."
"Why should I?"
"Because it's my business!"
The blonde frowned as Hermione went back to reading. He then walked over to where she was, grabbed the book out of her hands, and threw it across the room.
"Hey! I was reading that!" she snapped.
"Well, now you aren't," he replied. He smirked.
The brunette's blood started to boil in anger as she walked across the room angrily to retrieve her book. She only reached half-way across the room before she couldn't walk anymore, due to the fact that the link of the handcuffs was only five feet and the room was Merlin knows how big! Hermione turned around angrily at the ferret boy. "Do you mind?"
"Mind what?" he asked innocently.
"Moving your freakin arse over here so I can get my book!" she snarled. The Slytherin pretended to think about it for a moment before he replied, "Yes, I do mind." He smirked. His smirk vanished when the angry girl pounced on him.
He didn't know how long he'd been unconscious since Hermione had pounced on him. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the nearest clock. The clock read 11.49. He groaned as he sat up. The blonde haired Slytherin then looked around the room to spot Hermione. She was curled up in a nearby chair, asleep, with her book that he had thrown across the room earlier clutched to her chest. He sighed. She seriously reads too much... Draco walked over to a nearby mirror. The blonde could have yelled with anger, but instead he had called for his house elf, Ginky.
Draco asked her, "Did you bring Hermione her lunch and dinner?"
The house elf answered, "Y-Yes, Master Dr-Draco."
"Did you see me lying unconscious on the floor with a swollen black eye?"
"Y-Yes, Master Draco."
"Did you suggest to put some ice on my right eye?"
"Y-Yes, Master Draco." The house elf was clearly frightened.
"Why didn't you put some ice there?"
The poor house-elf was shaking in fear. She replied fearfully, "M-Miss Grang-" The house elf paused when she remembered that Hermione said to call her Hermione. "Herminny thought it'd best not to put i-ice on it, sir."
Draco sighed and looked over at the sleeping Hermione. Then he turned back and looked at the house elf.
"Bring me an ice pack."
"Y-Yes, s-sir." The house elf cracked and disappeared. A moment later, she returned with an ice pack. Ginky handed it to Draco.
"Thank you, Ginky. You may leave." And with another crack, the house elf disappeared. Draco sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He then put a concealment charm on his black eye, and placed the ice pack on it. Even though people can't see his black eye, he can still feel the pain of it. Damn you Granger, he thought. That was my good eye!
He then plotted something to get his revenge on the brunette. Draco may not have thought of a way to get his revenge on the other things Hermione did, but this time...this time it's personal. He smirked evilly. Yes...
How is it personal? Aren't all the other things she did was personal?
Draco jumped on the sound of his conscience. Don't do that!
You didn't answer the question.
I don't have to answer a question to a bloody conscience!
Yes you do.
No I don't.
Yes you do.
No. I. Don't.
His conscience then seemed to know what he was planning to do. I wouldn't do that if I were you.
You are me.
She's going to be very pissed you know...
She deserves it though!
You know she doesn't deserve it...and she might hate you forever...
She already hates me!
Maybe she doesn't?
She does.
You're making a big mistake.
No, I'm not.
His conscience sighed and said Poor misguided Draco...
I'm not misguided.
Oh! But you are.
No, I'm not.
Then why are you thinking about doing this?
Because...because...
See? You don't have a reason! And now the poor girl is going to suffer!
I do too have a reason! It's um...
Poor Draco..doesn't even know why he's thinking about doing something horrible to another person...
The reason is that she gave me a bloody black eye!
Your black eye isn't bloody...
You know what I mean!
You're gonna actually do that to the poor girl? Just because she gave you a black eye?
Well...yes?
What a poor excuse! Getting revenge just for that! Poor little Draco...
I'm not poor or little! ...And it is too a good excuse!
Ha! You just admitted that it's an excuse!
Shove off.
Draco, Draco Draco...Can't you see she does all these things because she has taken a fancy for you?
No. She doesn't fancy me.
She might if you actually be nice to her...
...leave me alone.
Why?
So I can plan my revenge in peace.
Is that an excuse or do you know that I'm right?
No, it's not an excuse. And sod off why don't you?
You're making a mistake you know..
Sod. Off. And. Leave. Me. Alone.
And that's what the conscience did.
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Hermione woke up to see herself lying in a chair. Must have dozed off while reading, she guessed. She stood up and saw Malfoy, already awake, sitting in a chair opposite of hers, reading. Ohh! So he threw my book across the room so I can't read it, but he can read any book he wants? That's messed up! She looked over at Malfoy's face...or more specifically, his right eye. Hmm...must have put a concealment charm on my handiwork... She smiled at the memory of Malfoy lying unconscious on the floor with a black eye. At that point, Malfoy took the moment to look up from his book. He saw Hermione smiling at him.
"I see you're finally awake on this fine day, Granger," he said. He frowned. "You're smiling..." No shit Sherlock!
"Yes, whats it to you?"
"Nothing nothing...what are you smiling about anyway? Smiling about how hot I am?" He smirked.
"No, actually I'm smiling about that black eye you had yesterday." She smirked as Malfoy's smirk vanished.
"You filthy little mudblood!" he spat.
"Oh look! It's the Draco Malfoy we grew to love and care!" she said in a mocking tone. "I was wondering when you were gonna stop pretending to be nice to me when you obviously hate me. "
He looked away angrily. "Go take a shower or something."
"Fine, I will," she said as she got up from her chair. "Go get a book or something while you wait." Malfoy grabbed a book and followed Hermione out the door.
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You actually called her a filthy little mudblood...
So? It was an accident!
So? So? Accident or not, she's not going to like you if you continue doing that!
She already hates me!
Do you want her to hate you even more?
Well...no, but-
But what?
She deserves it!
Draco, Draco, Draco... I mean it when I say this, NO ONE DESERVES TO BE CALLED A FILTHY LITTLE MUDBLOOD!
...And your point is?
STOP CALLING MUGGLEBORNS 'MUDBLOOD'! There is NOTHING wrong with being muggleborn! Now, are you going to stop calling muggleborns 'mudblood'?
Maybe...maybe not.
SAY THAT YOU ARE!
What would you do if I don't? You're only my conscience!
I'm going to bug the hell out of you.
Oh...bugger...
...you're not taking my threat seriously...
Why would I? Your only my conscience!
The girl is right! You ARE a prat!
...and I care because?
You LIKE her!
There was a silence for a more dramatic effect.
You LIKE her a LOT!
And how would you know that?
I am YOU! ...or a part of you...
Fine. I won't call mudbloods 'mudbloods.' Happy now?
Yes. Good Draco...Now..are you still going to carry out your revenge against the girl?
Of course!
Bloody hell Draco! Haven't you learned anything?
Uhh...was I suppose to?
Silence.
...she's really going to hate you for that...
Well...um...she deserves it!
...how many times are you actually going to say that?
Until I convinced myself that she does deserve it!
Poor Draco...when are you going to learn?
Never?
His conscience sighed. When will she find out what you did to her?
Draco heard the running water in the shower stop. He smirked evilly.
In 3...2...1
He heard Hermione scream.