Chapter 3 -=-=- Telling the boys

Hermione walked into the common room no less than twelve minutes later. All eyes turned to stare at her. She literally looked as though she had just left a broom closet, and had been in there for sometime. Her hair was rumpled and slightly messy, her makeup smudged, her uniform slightly crinkled, and her breath leaving her body in quick bursts; all evidence pointed to a mystery boy, only question was, what would Harry ad Ron think? Everyone ripped their eyes off Hermione and stared at the rest of the Golden Trio, who promptly stood up and led Hermione outside the portrait. All Gryffindor's, clamoured to get close enough to the portrait to hear the group, only a few managed and replayed the conversation for the rest.

"Where have you been, 'Mione?" Ron asked, worry creasing his eyebrow. "And what happened to you?"

"Yeah, why do you look like you've just shagged someone?"

"If you must know, I was at the lake. With Draco." she said casually "He likes my new appearance, what bout you?"

"Wait, back up? Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes, Ron." Hermione replied, not answering Harrys question would add to the fun. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm off to bed, I am quite tired from my... play-date." she winked at Ron and Harry. When she walked back in the common room everyone was looking shocked or disgusted, Gryffindor's Golden Girl, messing around with the Slytherin Sex God? No way, they hated each other!

Draco figured the plan would work best if Pothead and Sidekick Stupid knew about the fraternizing between houses, yet didn't know if Hermione was going to squeal, so he did what he did best; he spread gossip. Well, if the boy wonder and weasel didn't know, they would by breakfast tomorrow. Draco had been in the Slytherin common room for less than a minute when Pansy ambushed him.

"Drakey, where were you? Why do you look like that?"

"I was down by the lake, Pansy, with my girlfriend." he said, looking her dead in the eye, daring her to look away.

"Who is she? Who stole my Drakey from me!" she almost screamed.

"Hermione Granger," he muttered then walked to his dorm before anyone could say a word, silently laughing when he heard Parkinson scream and smash something that sounded really expensive.

"I'm going to kill that little mudblood!"

She screamed, knowing Draco could hear. All the Slytherins stared at the stairs he had just ascended, waiting, he dutifully ran at top speed down them and positioned his wand at Pansys throat, daring her to say another word against his 'girlfriend'

"If I hear that word ever again, the person responsible will find themselves in a very sticky situation, involving a Living Death potion. Any one fanc taking me up on that offer?" he asked looking around, his grey eyes were cold as ice, he looked at Pansy and said "That offer will be worse for you, Parkinson." and walked off to bed.