Chapter 4

For the past three weeks they had been plotting and scheeming. A pointsystem had been set enchanted parchment had been created to keep the scores. And the dear gryffindor in question's schedule had been stolen and copied.

Messing with a Mudblood

1 point for heightened stresslevels and/or paranoia.

2 points for screaming.

3 points for falling over.

4 points for arousal. (Draco was for some reason especially pleased with this one.)

And 5 points for actually passing out.

And equally a five point system based upon wich bodyparts were touched if any.

Where 1 point would be hand or feet .

2 points for arms or legs.

3 points for back and shoulders and waist.

4 points for face and neck and head

5 points for her chest or bum.

And an special symbolic 10 points for crotch. This was never thought to be accomplished but added to the list none the less to add a goal as to where to strive.

They were both very pleased with themselves. The first time they tried Draco only managed to tap her on her shoulder as she was walking towards herbology and she had barely reacted. She thought it was Luna who wanted to ask her about Harry again.

Another failed attempt was when Blaise tried to trip her outside the girls bathroom but again she was mysteriously saved by a suspecting looking Ginny who called her just in time from inside the bathroom. And then when they left, Ginny managed to walk out allmost at the same time, blocking any attempt of approaching her completely.

They decided to step up their game and got increasingly more brave over the next days. They both were commited to the challenge and Draco was exhilerated. At first the reasons were only the delight in seeing her increasingly more bothered, to take pleasure in his own cleverness, to collect points and of course to beat Blaise. And Blaise was also entertained by messing with her head and to see her performance in schoolwork weaken by every passing day, securing his place among the top percentage in their year. But also to see what all of this was doing to Draco and how far he was going to take it. He knew his friend very well. And he suspected there was a deeper reason for all of this childish nonsens.

There he was that thuesday when it all changed for him. He stood in the deserted corridor outside the portraithole waiting for her bushy hair to appear. He'd been standing there for quite a while, under the enchanment. Allmost loosing patience. Blaise was standing a few feet away under the cover of his desillusion charm, observing. "Should we try again another day?" he whispered loudly. "Just wait a little longer. They must eat eventually." Draco whispered back.

After alittle while, the door finally swung open and revealed a cloud of brown little curls as promised. As she stepped out he caught a good glimps of her pale thighs underneath the grey skirt and her white panties. An instant pang of warmth spread in his crotch area and he could feel himself stiffen. He swallowed.

She turned around and called out for Ron to bring Harry with him and to hurry cause she was famished. Draco smiled to himself but couldn't get the image of her thighs out of his mind. And he knew what he would do next. He would go for the legs this time.

He hurried close and crouched and touched the upper back of her right thigh. It felt so warm and soft but strong. And the smell of her, sweet like lavender and honey. He let his hand trace it. He didn't want to leave. A sudden jerk from her part caused him to come back to his senses and he hurried off towards Blaise. He looked back. There she stood, staring straight at him, without seeing him. A look, totally unguarded. He had never seen her like this before. As if in pain but with burning longing in her eyes at the same time. His heart stopped for a second. How beautiful she was. She touched her rosy cheeks and her lips swelled with blood. A warmth spread in his chest. She looked surprised for a second then she turned around. She composed herself as she spotted Ron. "Ah there you are, did you bring Harry? " "Yeah he's coming. Everything ok?" Ron replied examining her face with furrowed brow."Yeah, just hungry that's all." He relaxed. "Yeah, me too. I could eat a hippogriff!" Hermione chuckled.

"Ok, I've seen enough". Blaise cut in. "We better get going 're coming here any second now. Draco?" "Yeah.. let's go". He found it difficult to tear himself away. Damn mudblood to twist his mind. Why? Why did she make him feel like this? Like he just lost something. His mind, it must be his mind!"

"You allright?" Blaise looked sideways at him as they walked towards the dungeons.

"Yeah of course, why wouldn't I be?"Draco said accusingly.

"You sort of froze. But hey you got six points. Two for legs and four for arousal. Not bad. "

"Arousal? " Draco swallowed. He had hoped Blaise wouldn't notice that.

"Yeah, didn't you see her expression? I thought you could read women. You always brag. Well anyway it must have been some good leg action you were doing. She looked like she wanted you to continue. " He winked at him.

Draco just stared back at him, thought about how much he would have wanted to continue, then regained his composure. "Well that was what I was going for. I think I'm in the lead now, you better up your game Blaise. " a pleased smirk playing across his face. He hoped he wasn't as transparent as he had thought.

But when he was alone that night he couldn't stop replaying the scene over and over in his mind. Those eyes. Big and brown, fiery, confused, surprised, pained, longing, sweet, innocent eyes. So expressive. Why hadn't he noticed that before? Touching her warm squishy thigh. The white panties. Her little allmost unaudiable gasp as he let his hand trace her form. Her smell. Maybe it was her body wash or perfume. He didn't care. It was such an intimate thing. He isn't supposed to know what she smells like, let alone like it. She's forbidden territory. A gryffindor. A mudblood! For crying out loud! But her flushed face, those reddening plump lips, slightly parted in confusion… Oh Merlin! Why!? He knew he wanted her now. No turning back. He couldn't deny it to himself anymore.

He guessed he'd always been strangely attracted to her, especially after the yuleball, when he saw her in a new light. As a young woman blosoming, not just an annoyingly clever cute bookworm with poor taste in friends. But being who she is, and him being who he is, it was an impossibility to ever admit that out loud. Best not even admit it to himself either. So he did what he knew best. He taunted and ridiculed. He boasted and let himself be known in the worst way. To really undermine any possibility of anyone ever finding out the truth. Especially her. Cause what were the chances of her ever to feel the same? She despised him. He was sure of it.

He was truly a moron now. He created this mess, this game and he couldn't back out now. Blaise would get even more suspicious and maybe even realize. A horrifying thought! He didn't know how far his loyalties went. A slytherin hot for a gryffindor and mudblood. The shame. It was just too much! Would he keep it a secret if he knew? What would his father do if he found out?! He'd be put up for adoption surely or something even worse…

Then he remembered what Blaise had said. Could it really be true? His touch had aroused her? Was that really all it took? Maybe she felt his desire. He probably couldn't hide it if his life depended on it. He hated that he was so obvious. But maybe he had that effect on her, as Blaise said. And that thought pleased him very much.

With that he fell asleep, dreaming about Hermiones questioning eyes, calling out for him softly, whispering unspeakable things.