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Chapter 3

Draco woke up, still cursing himself. His week was pretty average, many scowls from Granger, but it got much more interesting when he sat next to Ginny Weasley in Astronomy.

"What's wrong, Weasley?" he sneered. "Need a friend to survive me?" Draco chuckled when he finished. As soon as he sat down next to the little Weasley girl, Granger had sat right next to her, and was unknowingly scooting closer to her.

"Stop it Malfoy. She's just…" Malfoy knew exactly what she was going to say. He raised his eyebrows, as if hurrying her. "A bit overloaded at the moment." He smirked, which made her add "With classes." He got a scowl from Granger, and he nearly laughed.

"How many classes do you have, Draco?" he shuddered at the use of his first name. She knew how much that ticked him off. He preferred Malfoy from people he wasn't related to, or that weren't his friends. And if he ever met Lord Voldemort, he would let him call him Draco. But he didn't want to meet the Dark Lord, he scared Draco. "I have eight." She added. Draco decided to return the name favour.

"Eight? How do you manage, Granger? I have six. Not too little, but not too many either." He nearly smirked again, as he knew how much she hated being called her surname.

He heard her loud sigh. "Ok." She said. "I'll call you Malfoy if you don't call me Granger." He almost let out a girly giggle at her little deal, but he agreed. Anything to get her to not call him Draco.

"Deal." Draco extended his hand towards her, leaning over the Weasley girl.

She pulled back her hand, and he watched it slither into her lap. Like a serpent, he thought. "No one ever said we had to shake each other!" she looked at him disdainfully, and he took his hand back. "Honestly, Malfoy. You are so thick."

That confused Draco, and must have shown it on his face, because Granger added, "I'm toying with you!" and rolled her eyes. He shot her his best look of disgust, lent away from her, and said, "I'm not thick, Granger."

"Whatever, Draco." He turned around and glared at her.

He tried to talk in his coldest voice, but it was hard to do that to someone you liked. "I thought we had a deal." He snarled.

"So did I. But you called me Granger. Every time one of us doesn't obey the deal, the other gets to disobey as well." She said, a little too smugly for Draco's liking.

"Why did I even bother talking to you?" he asked with a sigh.

"I know your secret." She blurted out. Draco felt himself going red, horror seeping through him. "Your secret about me." Draco wanted to deny it. But she knew. Who told her? He hadn't told anyone, so how did she know. He narrowed his eyes.

"Who told you?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? The way you look at me, that kind of stuff. That's what told me. Actually, Harry thought we were…" she drifted off, and Draco knew exactly what she meant. "It turned out to have a bad ending. He stunned me three days before the train trip, and I woke up a few minutes before we had to get off! We haven't talked to him, Ron and me."

Draco felt a wave of sympathy, and almost said sorry. But the professor of Astronomy had walked in, and they started the first lesson.

The Slytherin Quidditch trials were pretty boring. All of last year's players had gotten in; Crabbe and Goyle as Beaters, Draco as Seeker, and Daphne Greengrass as Keeper. But the Chasers graduated last year, and this year they needed Chasers. Draco was appalled when they were told that Snape had found a first year that was a great Chaser, playing Quidditch with her friends from when she was four, until she came to Hogwarts. So the Chasers were two fifth years, Frankie Literato and Doris Georgian. And, at the first practise, they first year joined them.

Daphne started her start-of-the-Quidditch-season speech, carried down for years from many other Quidditch captains of Slytherin. "And now, I would like to introduce you to our new Chaser, Katniss Formals!" Katniss walked into the Slytherin tent next to the Quidditch pitch. She had been listening to the speech from one side, until she had walked into the tent.

Draco kept up with his homework, his grades stayed best of the boys, and he managed to keep from talking to Granger. They both knew he wanted her, Granger-Hermione knew he liked her, but she didn't like him. He was having a very hard time finding a way to apologise to her about the previous six years. He had stopped calling her a Mudblood, which was a bit of a start.

He had his next run in with her when Potter next talked to her.

"Hermione, we haven't talked in weeks. I trust you know that I meant to stun Ron, not you." Hermione pushed past Potter, and shocked Draco quite a bit when she walked up to him. "What do I do? Malfoy, he thinks… help me. What do I say?" she pleaded. "Please, help me." Draco nodded. He looked up from Hermione at Potter, whose mouth was a gaping hole. Hermione didn't seem to care that everyone was staring at the two of them, or that Weasley was looking evil, scowling at him.

"Um, Hermione? Everyone's staring at us." He hissed, looking around. Everyone had stopped walking, just to watch them.

"Draco?" asked Pansy. "What are you doing with that Mudblood?"

"Don't call her that!" he yelled at her, turning away from Hermione for a split second, to glare at her. "Hermione," he said, turning back towards her. "Nudge past him and say 'but I bet you still think the same about me and Malfoy'. I say things like that. When they get to the person, they start believing you." He looked her right in the eyes, and made sure did the same before he said, "Trust me." To his relief, she nodded. And she gave him another shock.

"Thank you, Malfoy." She said, and she gave him a hug.

"You know, you can call me Draco if you want." He replied.

"Whatever you say, Draco." She said, smiled, and ran off to her next class. He smiled back as she waved to him.

Weasley cornered him while he walked to Potions, and pulled out his wand. "Lay off her." He said.

"She came up to me, Weasley. She hugged me. She asked me for help. I played along with it." Draco said, shrugging. "Not my fault."

"Wait til you hear this curse, Malfoy."

"What? Eat slugs? Apparently, that spell backfires whenever you use it."

"My wand was broken both times that happened, Malfoy."

"Whatever you say, Weasley."

"Petrificus Totalus!" Weasley yelled, and Draco was in a full body-bind. They happened to be in a lonely corridor near the boys' bathroom. Weasley dragged him in there, and pushed him to the middle of the large floor space in the middle of the room.

"Conjunctivitis!" Weasley yelled, and everything went blurry. "Densaugeo!" Draco's teeth grew bigger and bigger, until they could hardly fit inside his mouth. "Furnunculus!"

Draco managed to say "Yuck, Weasley!" before boils started growing all over his bare skin.

"Relashio!" Weasley yelled, and Draco jumped to his feet and pulled out his wand, but Weasley was prepared. "Expelliarmus!" he yelled, and Draco's wand was far out of reach. "Rictusempra!" Draco fell on the floor laughing-he was very ticklish.

"Make it stop, oh, Weasley, make it stop!" he giggled in a girly sort of way. That made him laugh even more, so Weasley started going evil on him.

"Serpensortia!" he said through gritted teeth, and the tickling stopped. Weasley had produced a killer python.

"Weasley," Draco warned. Weasley put away his wand. "Ahh!" he screamed as the python bit into his leg.

"How do I… how do I stop it, Malfoy?" he stuttered.

"Honestly, Weasley." Draco muttered. He slowly backed away from the python, inching closer to his wand. He snatched it up and pointed it at the python. "Finite Incantatem!" He said. Weasley gave him a questioning look. "Stops any spells that are happening."

"Cool." Said Weasley. He pointed his wand at Draco. "Finite Incantatem!" nothing happened.

"What were you trying to do, Weasley?" he asked smugly.

"I was wondering if you were under the Imperius Curse. You know, with Hermione and all."

"Well, epic fail!" he smirked. Draco limped out of the boys' bathroom, and down to Madame Pomfrey, and when she asked what had happened, he told her the whole truth.

"And then he said; I was wondering if you were under the Imperius Curse. You know, with Hermione and all."

"What is it with Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy?"

"She asked me for help with Potter. Everyone thought it was different, though."

"Oh." Said Madame Pomfrey, and she assured she could have him fixed up and ready to get back to classes in two days. His blood loss was a little high, and he had several broken bones. Not to mention the venom from the python, which was treated first, as it was the most deadly. He had had trouble getting to the hospital wing, with the curse that had ruined his eyesight. The worst part of that was that he had to wear glasses for two weeks. They were shaped just like Potter's. He knew he would never forgive Weasley for that.