Hey, so I'm going away on Saturday and I wont be able to update, so I'm updating as much as possible in this week.

Chapter Three: A Love Like War

Three weeks had passed since Draco Malfoy had made the Unbreakable Vow and he was no closer to meeting his target than he had ever been. Being a Malfoy, naturally Draco would have everything handed to him on a silver platter. But pursuing something alone was strange, unfamiliar...

...but undeniably fun. As Draco Malfoy came to terms with his curse, he realized he could've done a lot worse than Hermione Granger. She was very, very pretty. Her skin was a soft creamy pink and her large brown eyes matched her long brown hair perfectly, which hung in loose curls down her shoulders. But there was always a thought that wouldn't stop eating away at the back of his brain-

She's a mudblood.

It's not like anyone cares about that anymore.

You do.

No I don't!

It would be like dishonoring your heritage.

So what?

You'd be an outcast... a disappointment.

If I don't, I'll die!

Would it be worth living, though?

"GET OUT!" Draco shouted, knocking his quill ink over. It spilt onto his desk, splotching his History of Magic work black.

"Mr Malfoy!" Professor Binns scolded, siphoning off the ink. "Stop daydreaming and pay attention!Do you have any idea what I am talking about?"

"Er- no- sorry... sorry Sir."

"Take notes. Now!" The ghost snapped, and continued droning on and writing on the blackboard. Inside his head, the argument reigned on. But this time, from a different perspective;

What about Pansy?

Oops.

Yeah, okay, what will you do about her?

I don't know- I'll think of that when I get somewhere with Hermione."

Will you break up with her?

Well, I'll have to, won't I?

But there's-

"Mr Malfoy!" Professor Binns called his attention onto him again. "Pay attention!"

"I was, Professor." Wrong move.

"Then, please tell me, what was the name of our founder Rowena Ravenclaw's daughter?"

"Err.." He looked around the class wildly for inspiration and his eyes locked with Hermione's. He was about to look away, but she was mouthing something to him. The answer.

"Helena, Professor!"

Hermione's eyes stayed raised for a few moments as Professor Binns became immediately bored and changed the subject.

"Now, we are going to be studying a new topic this term... the history of muggled. Hopefully, it will give you an insight into how people unlike you used to live. I have assigned you partners, so you can choose a presentation of your choice on the topic.

"Weasley and Patil,

"Longbottom and Lovegood,

"Zabini and Brown..."

After a seemingly endless list, only one more pair were left.

"And Granger, you go with Malfoy, that ought to set him straight."

Malfoy flashed a brief smile towards Hermione, but she was looking away. Inside, he was fit to burst. This was the opportunity he had been needing.

When the bell rang, Hermione was first to get up. She gathered all of her belongings and quickly flounced from the room. Malfoy, stumbling in his haste to catch her, ran also.

"Granger? Granger!"

She stopped and looked at him expectantly. "Yes?"

"Thanks for, y'know, telling me the answer in class. I appreciate that."

"That's alright."

There was a very awkward pause as Draco ran his fingers though his hair. "So, er, when are we going to be starting the assignment?" He asked.

"Oh! Well, I was thinking of going to the library tonight, I already have loads of books on muggles from Ron and I can ask Mum and Dad some stuff too... I guess this isn't your idea of fun, is it?"

Draco sneered (then remembered that he was meant to be seducing her and turned it into a chuckle). "I don't really care about that stuff much nowadays... when are we going?"

"Well, as I said, I'm going tonight..?" Hermione shrugged. Draco nodded thoughtfully.

"I'll see you at eight, then." He turned and headed for the dungeons, not looking back.

"Bye, Malfoy," Hermione called.

Hearts on fire, tonight

Feel my bones, ignite

Feels like war, war

Like war, war

Hearts on fire, tonight

Feel my bones, ignite

Feels like war, war

Feels like war, war

- All Time Low and Vic Fuentes, A Love Like War