A/N: So I've been away. Now I'm back. With a double whammy of fanfic updates ^_^ Please let me know what you think? :)

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**Hermione's 'little sister' has a terrible obsession with a certain sexy Slytherin. Hermione goes psycho, Draco gets even, and Ron just looks stupid… Again.**

Annoying the Mudblood

It had taken a few days for Draco to shake what had happened from his system. By the next morning he was almost regretting his actions towards Granger. It wasn't until he saw her across the Great Hall at breakfast, that he changed his mind.

The little bitch had had it coming. He merely wished he hadn't had to touch her in order to scare the crap out of her. Because she had been scared, most definitely. But it had not lasted long enough in his opinion.

Now almost a week had passed and he was sat, in the Slytherin common room, drinking Fire Whiskey. The noise from the other students washed over him as he wallowed in his hatred. Merlin he hated that bitch.

He had made sure to approach the Mouse-girl whenever Granger was around. He wanted to drive her as insane as possible. With Christmas coming closer, all the girls were becoming ridiculously excited- annoyingly so. With Christmas would come the Yule Graduation Ball for the seventh years. Merlin what a waste of fucking time and energy.

All it meant was he was supposed to buy Pansy a flower… thing… and make sure he turned up in dress robes. He'd still get a shag. In fact it was pretty much guaranteed.

But with the Ball had come the potential to wind Granger up even further. Even though she was apparently undeterred by the prospect, he was sure Mouse-girl wasn't. All week he'd made sure to bump into her in the hallway, talk to her whenever Granger was around.

He could see the fire in her eyes every time he neared her. Every time he spoke to the girl Granger's eyes would blaze with fury. It was so entertaining.

He hadn't asked Mouse-girl to the Ball. He had no intention of doing so. But as long as she thought she had a chance it all made for a fun game. The previous night he'd bumped into the both of them in the Common Room. A smirk had lingered too long on his lips and Granger had seen it before Mouse-girl had turned to him.

Granger stood behind him, glowering at him as Mouse-girl blushed. She looked up at him with shy eyes, pink faced. She was quite cute but not cute enough for him. She smiled at him, looking down again.

"Hello…"

He had begun but forgotten her name.

"Hi."

She squeaked up at him before her eyes flew wide at her embarrassing, high-pitched reply. She looked away again as Draco looked up at Granger, looking straight at her as he spoke to the girl.

"What are you doing up here? Need any help?"

He offered, still smirking at Granger.

"We're done here Malfoy… We don't need your help."

He smiled down at the girl as Granger stated blankly.

"You sure?"

He cocked his head and leant down slightly to peer at Mouse-girl, who was trying to hide behind her curtain of hair.

"Do you need any help Emma…?"

He started but Granger cut him off.

"Emilie, come on…"

"Emilie?" He finished, covering up his mistake.

He smiled down at her, his winning, charming smile. He swept his hand gently through the curtain of hair hiding her. He tucked it back, behind her ear as she turned a brighter shade of red.

"N- No Th-Thank you!"

She squeaked again as she replied and Draco let out a small chuckle but hid it with his smile. He looked up at Granger again as he straightened, keeping his hand in the girl's hair for a moment. He brushed his hand down her cheek, heard her audibly gasp and saw Granger glance at the girl.

"Come on Emilie… I'll walk you back to your dorm."

Granger looked up at him like he was the devil himself. He had to smirk back at her. He couldn't help herself. It was all too funny.

"Aww, you don't have to go yet Emilie… Can I call you Em?" He didn't wait for her reply. "You can stay here for a while. We can order some cake up? Or a drink? Would you like a drink?"

"We really need to get you back."

Granger was openly glowering at him as she put her hands gently on Mouse-girl's back. She tried to walk her towards the portrait hole but Draco stepped in front of them.

"You don't need to go Emilie. You don't need to do what she tells you."

Gold. Pure gold. The look on Granger's face made him want to laugh out loud.

"You could stay here for a while… with me?"

He tried to look melancholy, but wasn't sure he'd pulled it off. He'd never had to act coy. Apparently it didn't matter though, because the girl looked up at him with her wide, blue eyes, awe and disbelief in them. She opened and closed her mouth silently for a few moments.

"Come on…"

He smiled broadly, cheekily at the both of them, then at Granger as he took Mouse-girl by the hand. He walked her over to the sofa in front of the fire. He sat down beside her with a smile, as he pretty much threw her into the chair beside him. He looked down at her legs, parted in her skirt as she landed. She seemed to realise and pulled them together tightly, yanking down her skirt.

"Malfoy…"

Granger began, still standing stiffly near the portrait hole.

"It's alright Granger. You go on up to bed. I can walk Emilie back to her dorm later."

He winked at her then, Mouse-girl was too busy examining her shoes to notice. When his words finally sunk in she looked slowly up at him. A look of awe. He flashed her his feral smile, ignoring Grangers murderous glare.

"It's fine… I'll wait."

She told them stiffly, before marching over, to sit in the armchair. Draco smiled at her, before turning his attention to the Mouse-girl.

"So Emilie, how is school going?"

He began to question her and mostly she just stuttered and murmured back, but the look in her eyes told him this was the best night of her life. Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, Sex God was talking to her. In fact, he was giving her more attention than he did most girls… All because of Granger.

And it was definitely worth it.

Granger was glowering at him from the armchair the whole time. She didn't even hide her annoyance at both him and the girl. She sat, her chin in her hand, her elbow on the arm of the sofa. He had to bite his tongue every time he glanced over. It was all too deliciously funny.

"…Well no. I did have a boyfriend… but we broke up…"

Draco was asking the usual mundane questions he asked all the girls and she had finally begun to murmur back without stuttering.

"Why? I mean… you're so pretty."

He brushed her hair back again and, heard more than saw, Granger shift in her chair. He kept his eyes on Mouse-girl, smiling down at her as she blushed a brilliant red. He traced his fingers round the side of her face, down to her chin where he cupped it.

"Any man who broke up with you would be out of his mind…"

She opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish. He smirked to himself. It was the usual reaction he got from girls. Predictable, easily manipulated, fickle women. All he needed to do was smile, give them a few flattering compliments- and they were putty in his hands.

"Come on Em… Time to…"

Granger tried to interrupt and he frowned, still not looking at her but tried not to roll his eyes in her direction.

"Its ok. I'm Head Boy… I can walk you back after curfew. No one will say anything."

Draco put his charming smile back in place. He tried to keep the curl of his lips from rising when he heard Granger flop back into her chair. She let out a frustrated huff as she flopped back. He turned to see her crossing her toned, slender legs. Merlin he hated her for having those legs.

He turned back to Mouse-girl. Trying to keep the inappropriate thoughts from his head. Granger was a filthy, disgusting Mudblood. He shouldn't even consider the things he was thinking about. All because of those legs. And if he had to admit it, those thoughts had started when she wore those shorts. All because of those damn shorts.

"…but I really do like Quidditch…"

Mouse-girl was still talking, and he was obviously replying. He just had no idea what he'd said. He wasn't paying attention. Merlin this girl was boring.

But it was worth it. It would be worth it just to get at Granger. Just to get her back. Particularly for the things she said the other night… as well as for existing.

"… and then he said…"

He wanted to groan like Granger was. This was probably a bad idea. Definitely a waste of his precious time. But it would be worth it. It would be worth it…

"… So I said that she said…"

For fuck sake.

An hour and a half later, the Mouse-girl had him in a trance like state. He did the smile, the absent minded brush of a hand through her hair every now and then. Watching her blush as he moved his arm behind her, across the back of the sofa. He had no idea what she was talking about but he pretended to be attentive. To be listening to her every word.

Instead he kept thinking about Granger. He was annoyed that he wanted to glance at her. At her legs.

He tried to face the girl but couldn't help himself. Every now and then he'd glance back at her. At first she would meet his gaze, firm and angry. As the night wore on however, he turned to find her nose in a book. She was still watching, still listening out for anything inappropriate. He heard her bristle every time his hand rested on the girl's knee. Or his hand stroked her hair.

Two hours since he'd entered the Common Room and found them there had been too much. He was bored to tears. He rubbed his face as the girl yawned. Again it was cute… but she was plain. And so damn boring.

"I guess… I'd better get back."

Merlin was this girl just red faced all the time? Her blushing was annoying him now. He jumped up at the prospect at her leaving, helping her to her feet a little too roughly.

"I'll walk you back to your dorm then…" He turned then, a smirk in place when Mouse-girl couldn't see. He turned to sneer and smirk and mock at Granger but his face fell, lips parted when he turned to find she had fallen asleep.

Her head was resting both on her hand and against the back corner of the armchair. One of her legs was curled beneath her, the other dangling, and her foot was to the side on the floor. Her other hand was in her lap, barely holding onto the large book in her hand.

Her long, black eyelashes framed her closed eyes. Her skin looked slightly flushed from the fire. A prettier blush than he'd seen from Mouse-girl. Her lips were parted, ever so slightly, her breathing shallow.

"Oh… She's asleep."

Talk about state the obvious.

"Come on…"

And he hated the fact that he lowered the volume of his voice. Why should he give a shit about the damn Mudblood. Let her wake for all he cared. But he walked silently to the portrait hole all the same, holding Mouse-girl's hand.

She spoke all the way back to her common room, and he let her. His thoughts remained on Granger, remained on cursing himself. He couldn't help it. His mouth had run dry at seeing her there. She really did look good when she was asleep. When she wasn't talking back. Because no other woman spoke back or argued with him. It was just her. And he was still so angry, still so mad at her audacity the other night.

Mouse-girl kept nattering but he gave the minimal responses he could. He wasn't around Granger now, so he didn't really give a shit what this girl thought at his blunt replies. She didn't seem to notice however, as Draco walked, as though an automaton.

He couldn't help but lick his lips when he saw her legs in his head. When he saw her flushed face, he couldn't help but wonder how she would look, flush-faced beneath him.

What?

What the hell was he thinking?

He felt the sickness rising within him, realising he had stopped stock-still.

"What's wrong?"

But he barely heard her murmur. He could barely breathe. He felt so sick, so suddenly, and at himself.

"Nothing."

He covered, grabbing her arm and hurrying her on again. He picked up the pace as she hurried to keep up with him. He didn't hold her hard, his grip was gentle but his pace quickened as the urge to empty everything inside him, including his head with all those filthy thoughts inside, took over him.

Quite suddenly he wanted to hit his head against the wall. Remind himself of all his father's lessons. How Mudbloods were disgusting. They were filth. They were whores. And he hated Granger. Because she was so obviously none of the above.

And he hated her for making him think this way.

He hurried Mouse-girl back to her dorm. He bid her goodnight hurriedly and she blushed, looking up at him in admiration.

"Thank you…"

Her small voice reminded him why he was hanging about her in the first place. It would all be worth it. Get her back. Teach her a lesson for being so disgusting. For having such poison running beneath her skin.

And perhaps that's what it was. Being in such a close proximity with her- she was poisoning him.

"I hope we can do this again soon."

He tried to smile his woman-winning grin. But he felt sick. At himself and at Granger.

Merlin how he hated her!

"I'd like that."

The annoying blush again.

Reminding him of her.

"Well, goodnight Emilie…"

"Goodnight."

A small smile before she climbed into the portrait hole.

The moment she was gone and the portrait was closed, he turned, leaning on the wall. He leant his head against the cold, stone wall.

He breathed in the cold, almost winter air around him. Breathing it in like a drug, because it wasn't infected by her. He felt like her poison was thrumming through his head. Causing him to think these disgusting things. And only disgusting because it was her!

He dragged the air into his lungs, reminding himself of his father's rebuking.

Reminded himself of what she'd said about his father.

She was a bitch. A filthy Mudblood bitch.

And she was doing this to him!

He stormed back to the common room, in a rage about Granger and everything she was. He was determined to show her, to tell her how much he hated her very fucking being.

He stormed into the common room, letting the portrait close behind him noisily. He marched over, head down as he moved around the coffee table. He stood in front of the armchair, took a deep breath as he looked up with a scowl on his face.

Only no noise came out.

He froze. He stared.

Just stared at her. He couldn't help himself.

She looked so beautiful sitting there, asleep. Safe from the rest of the world. From him.

But that wasn't what he wanted. He had to keep reminding himself. But when he looked up again, ready for another try, his eyes caught on the hem of her skirt. He cocked his head, following her legs.

Where she'd been sleeping, fidgeting in her sleep he guessed, her skirt had hitched up. One leg was curled beneath her still, the other stretched out as before. But the skirt looked higher. And it wasn't high enough. Only high up enough to make his mouth drier. Make him lick his lips. Make him hungry.

His hungry eyes drank her in. From her long, dark lashes and riotous hair, to her long slender legs and hitched up skirt. At some point she'd undone her Head Girl robes, revealing her white school shirt and loosened tie. Her figure was usually hidden by those robes, but here he could drink it in.

He could stare, he could breathe in her poison. Revel in it. Taste it in the air. He could devour her with his eyes until he wanted to scratch them out. Because he knew that later on that night he'd want to. But for that moment. For that moment he could stare. Stand before her and breathe her in. All that she was.

The goodness, the light. The pureness that was her. And she was anything but that. Because he was the one with pureness running through his being. She was the inpure one… she was… she was…

But it was hard to see it now. Hard to convince himself.

She was the pure one. The honest one. The innocent one and the good one. She had pure, bright light thrumming in her veins. He had sludge. Thick, black oil of darkness. Tainted. Tainted and corrupted and it reached out, destroyed everything he touched…

It was getting harder and harder to convince himself he was the Pureblood.

He stepped closer. Breathed in the scent of her hair. Another step. His arms reached out. His hands rested on the arms of the sofa as he moved closer. Seeing her perfection up close for once. She was mouth watering.

His leg moved, in between her legs, one still curled under, but his leg between her knee and the other leg. He cocked his head to one side, his lips parted slightly as he studied hers.

Why was everything about her so, so wrong?

He felt it happen before he could stop it. His knee knocked hers, her hand moved and the large book slipped from her fingers. He heard it thud loudly to the floor. The sound seemed ten times louder than it should have been.

He watched in surprise as Hermione's eyes snapped open. He trained his features, concentrating so much on them that she had her wand in her hand before he could grab his.

Suddenly her wand was at his throat. He could see the fear and shock thrumming through her body, as she fought to catch her breath. He had to confess he must have terrified her.

But he stood his ground. Arms straight, leaning into her. Staring.

Neither of them said anything for a moment. Just stared. Anger. Hatred. All thrumming beneath their skin. Along with their blood. The thing that separated them.

"What are you doing?"

She managed to bite out, still obviously thrown by waking to find him lingering over her.

"You fell asleep… I thought I'd wake you…"

He could do better than that. He knew it.

"What were you doing?" She motioned at the way he was standing over her, trapping her in.

"Nothing Granger."

The truth. But it was fun all the same, to see the frustration in her eyes. Trying to figure out his game.

"Get away from me Malfoy." she threatened, her voice low.

He sneered at her then. Figured he could add to her discomfort.

"I just wanted you to know… I saw Emilie off to bed."

At that, he smirked, pushed himself off the chair and stepped backwards. He kept that smirk as his eyes bore into hers. Ignoring the sickness and the angry words at the back of his head. Telling him he was disgusting. A disgrace to Purebloods everywhere, because she was a disgrace to the Wizarding world… and he was imagining… fantasizing…

"Malfoy…"

She barely breathed his name but he wouldn't let her. This was his game. He would have the final line. He would win this.

"Night Granger."