Let Me know that I've done Wrong

Hermione stared at the blonde boy. Delivered so nicely into her grasp was the perfect blackmail. With this secret she could destory him.

The problem was, Hermione was a nice girl. She didn't like taking advantage of people and she always tried to help. If she truly wanted Malfoy dead, all she really had to do was turn to the brother of his fixation and announce what he had just said.

But Hermione didn't really want to kill him. Embarrass him beyond all belief and get him to stop calling her a Mudblood were pretty good for now.

So she removed the wand from his throat and turned as if to leave. The stricken look faded from his face to be replaced by something close to relief.

Hermione spun back and socked him one to the jaw. He gasped and crumbled.

She watched him flee, knowing he would stop within hearing range to make sure she didn't tell the other boys.

Hermione may be a nice girl, but even so, she was determined to make Malfoy stew in his worries for a few months. Unfortunately, that wasn't quite going to happen.

She was hanging out in the playground by her old school. She loved the place. It was always quiet by mid afternoon and the perfect place to read. She was half way through her summer fun book, The Fairie Queene by Edmund Spenser when he came up. She looked up at him squinting in the afternoon sun.

"Malfoy?" She asked incredulously.

He smirked and took a seat a few feet away. "Granger."

She raised an eyebrow. "To what do I owe this dubious pleasure."

He tilted his head to the side. "You know something that I would rather you didn't."

Amusement filled her. "And just how do you expect me to forget these delightful tidbits of information?"

He pulled out his wand. "I know a way."

She rolled her eyes. "Malfoy, you can't practice magic outside of school. Even you know that."

He scowled. "Fine. When we get back to school..."

She smiled charmingly at him. "By then I'll have had over thirty chances to tell your lovely lass that you fancy her. Not only that, I can do one better and tell the entire Weasley family."

He continued to scowl then sighed. "Fine Granger. What do you want?"

She assumed a look of innocence. "Me? Why would I want anything?"

He glared at her.

She smiled. "Ok. You win. First, you stop calling me 'Dirty Little Mudblood', 'Crazy Mudblood', 'Stupid girl', or any name incorporating those words."

He thought about it. "Do you want me to call you Hermione?" He asked with a sneer.

She rolled her eyes. "Grow up. If you called me Hermione people would think we're dating. People like your darling." She fluttered her eye lashes.

"Anything else?" He growled.

She smiled sweetly.

"Thought so." He grumbled.

"Second, Ease off of Ron and Harry. Don't leave them alone entirely, or they'll get suspcious. Also, be nicer to Neville."

"Ok, I get why Weasel and Potty, Obviously you fancy them."

Hermione smacked him.

"But why Longbottom? You don;t like him too do you? Merlin you're a loose woman."

She glared at him. Good to know things hadn't changed between them.

"No, But Neville's life hasn't been peaches."

He raised an imaculate eyebrow. "Not that I particularly care. But might there be a reason for his Neville ness in this equation."

She met his eyes. "Ask him yourself."

He shrugged but was determined to bring it up to the skittish boy.

"Any chance that was your last request?"

"One more. For now."

"How long do you plan on dragging out my misery?"

"Quite some time."

"Alright let's hear it."

Hermione's face went dark and she leaned in. "You are not to join the Death Eaters. As long as you even think about Ginny. If you care for her, even a little you WILL NOT even contemplate joining their forces. Ginny is a fantastic girl and if you hurt her like that, I will make sure you are destroyed. You know me Malfoy. You know I will make good on this."

Draco sat back, surprised by her vehemence. Then he nodded. "Alright."

Hermione smiled at him. "Then for now, your secret's safe."

(A/N: Well I hope you guys like! There will be much more blackmail in the future, I promise you! PS The Faerie Queene is a massively long Renasaince Poem that reads in typical fashion. Here's a sample:

But on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
And dead as liuing euer him ador'd:
Vpon his shield the like was also scor'd,
For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had:
Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,
But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.

Yeah. Just the kind of thing you'd expect Hermione to read for fun.

To Lara- Well, you were right about the black mail. I promise to bring lots of it to this fic!

To Google- Well I certainly hope this pleases!

To I should be Studying- Oh it is!