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Chapter 3 - Disagreements

Draco put on his pants, looking at the big mirror in front of his bed. A blonde girl, from Slytherin, was laying on it with a malicious look on her eyes. Draco didn't say nothing, because he was already tired of her. He wasn't the kind of guy that has girlfriends, or wants to have. He gets tired of girls easily, and he always need a new distraction. Of course, not even that beautiful girl laying on his bed was enough for him.

"You know, you could come back to bed" she said, in an attempt of sounding sensual. She stayed on her knees above the bed and crawled to the end of it. From the mirror, Draco saw the blonde girl reaching him. Her slender body covered by a sexy black lingerie. Her hands touched his chest, and her lips kissed his neck "Come back, baby"

"I really can't" Draco said, in an attempt to sound rude. He didn't want to give the little girl high hopes. She was beautiful, that was for sure. And she was a good girl, ready to collaborate, that was for sure too. He didn't want to break her heart "I have patrol tonight. Maybe some other night we can finish what we started," Draco hissed.

The girl made him face her "Promise?" she said, in a sweet voice. Draco was already feeling bad for her.

"Yes, I promise." Draco sighed. She smiled and started to pick up her uniform from the floor.

"Bye baby" she said, giving him a kiss before leaving.

A few minutes before, he left his room. He started walking through the corridors only illuminated by the moonlight, making his face look even more pale. The only thing that he was able to hear, was his footsteps. When he turned the corner, the first thing he saw was a pale face that made him scare up. Then he realized it was the Mudblood, looking at him madly, with the wand pointed at him.

"You are late." she scolded, looking at him.

"I was busy" he said and then murmured 'lumos', passing beside her and walked down the hall.

Hermione followed him, angry. First patrol and he was already late. 'Great, that's great' she thought, looking angry. The next day, she would have a Defence Against the Dark Arts test and she rather be studying than spending the night with Malfoy. Obviously she had spent the week studying, but it was never enough. And she was still mad for what Malfoy did earlier that day.

Flashback

Hermione opened the door of Malfoy's room and it slammed on the wall. Draco, that was sitting by his armchair with a book on his hands, raised his eyes to see a furious Granger looking at him like she was going to kill him. "I guess that you already know what happened with your lover."

"Yea, I already know that you are a big fat liar." she said, poiting a finger at him. She saw Malfoy narrowing his eyebrows and closing the book "Ronald did nothing wrong. He had some business to take care of back in his house and you... you made me think that something else had happened."

Draco raised from his armchair and put the book on the shelf "He told you that?" he said, with a grin "Of course."

"Don't you ever... ever try to mess up with my relationship again! It's not your business!" she yelled, throwing him a book.

He gazed at her for a minute, with one finger pressing against his lips. He wanted laugh at Weasley's excuse, but she was right: their relationship was not his business "It's not my fault, you see, that you believed in me. If I recall, you are the one that always said that I'm unreliable. So, why did you listen to me this time?" he had a point. It was the best way he came up with to ignore the real subject.

Hermione crossed her arms and bit her lips. He was right, but... it was Ronald and she was very protective about it. But yet, it was not an excuse "Forget it! You are not worth my time!" she turned her back on him and grabbed the doorknob.

"Yet you came here-" Draco said but she closed the door in the middle of his sentence.

Flashback off

Yes, he had gave her some wrong expectations but she was the one to blame. She shouldn't had listen to him. He is Draco Malfoy.

They didn't pronounced a word for awhile, they would only look at each other madly and coldly, and look away immediately. Unconsciously, he started to look at her.

"Do you need something?" she asked, realizing that he was looking at her.

"Why would I need something from you?" he hissed, looking away. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes for a minute, trying to not start a fight right in the middle of the hall, in patrol night.

"I was with McGonagall this afternoon," she said, trying to sound calm "She needs us to go to the fifth floor and clean up some mess that Peeves has made."

"And why us?" he asked, trying to control his anger "There are elves to do that kind of job."

Hermione looked at him. Talking about elves like that was a good way to start a fight with Hermione "Well, we all know that you only think about yourself," she continued "but since we are the Head Girl and the Head Boy, it's our duty to help the others when it's needed."

"You do it, I'm not going to set foot on the fifth floor." he said, with a annoyed tone.

"Yes, you are. You have to, or professor McGonagall is going to take points from your house," she said "Her words."

"Whatever." Draco hissed, annoyed. 'The year is just getting better'

Hermione smirked, triumphant. She was lying about McGonagall saying that she would take points from his house if he didn't do it, but she wasn't going to clean up Peeve's mess all by herself. And it would be delightful to see Malfoy doing something that the elves usually do.

"I think that is all for today." he murmured, climbing the stairs towards the tower that he was living - with her.

Hermione chewed her bottom lip, containing her fury; she hated him so much. For everything he did to her this years. She hated him for being so cold and thinking that he is the boss in their house. She shivered at the thought. Their house. She actually shared a house with him.

"Don't snore, please," he hissed, entering his bedroom "I almost couldn't sleep the other night because of you."

"Oh you-" Hermione started to protest but Malfoy slammed the door before she could end her phrase. She kept still for awhile looking at his door, but then she entered her room, slamming the door harder. She sighed audibly as she slided down to the ground, her head and her back pressing against her door. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

She felt something soft pressing against her right leg and she gazed at her cat, with his tail running. She smiled and scratched his belly "I'm sorry for the noise, Crookshanks" she muttered, looking at the cat that purred of satisfaction, laying beside her leg "But he is really annoying and I really hate him-" she paused scratching his belly. The cat looked at her and purred for attention "You hate him too, don't you?" She said, grabbing him and landing him on her bed.

She rushed to dress her nighdress and got into bed. Crookshanks nested beside her and Hermione started to scratch under his chin, falling asleep.

Next day, 6 p.m.
Head Girl Room

Hermione was in her room, and she had no intentions to leave it until dinner. Ron and Ginny had gone to the Burrow spend the weekend and Harry was busy with Quidditch. So she had no one to hang out with. Well, she had, but she rather stay on her room and read the muggle book that her mother sent her that morning. She sat on her bed, her back and her head comfortably resting between a slew of pads, that she thought it was too many for that bed. She grabbed one of her books and started to read it.

She had read only three pages from her new book, when someone knocked on the door. Hermione stopped reading and looked at the door, struggling with the thought if she should answer the door or not. Another serie knocks on the door came and Hermione lifted her body from the bed, with a groan.

"Who is it?" she asked before opening the door. When she saw him, she regreted immediately her decision of opening the door. Hermione tried to close the door on his face, but he put a foot between the door and the wall, not letting it close "What do you want?"

"Didn't your mother taught you that closing the door on somebody's face is a tremendous lack of respect?" he hissed when she turned her back on him, leaving the door opened.

"She also taught me what kind of person I should and I should not close the door on," she said in a annoyed tone, turning her attention to her book again. She was about to start reading when she looked at him, that was still by the door, looking at her "What do you want?" she asked again.

"If I recall, you said that McGonagall wanted us to do something in the fifth floor," his tone was icy. Hermione turned her attention to him, feeling guilty for having forgotten about it. Draco covered his mouth with one hand or he would start laughing "And I guess that you don't want to lose your precious house points-"

She rose up from her bed one more time, and stopped listening to him. She put on her shoes and dressed up her cloak and passed beside him, heading to the door quickly. She stopped and looked at him, still by her bedroom door, gazing at her "I'm going to the fifth floor, are you not coming?" she hissed.

Draco started to walk towards her and once he was beside her, Hermione closed the door and rushed herself to the fifth floor. When they got there, Hermione couldn't contain a terrified groan. The Prefects' bathroom in the fifth floor was a mess. 'how I hate you Peeves' she thought, walking around the room.

In the stalls, everything was upside down. Peeves opened all the doors and broke some toilets, and there was water everywhere. It had even broken mirrors. In the opposite side of the toilets, the large tub had tones of water surronding it; not even a single drop was inside of the tub.

Draco looked disgusted to the bathroom, not giving on single step further from the place where he was. He had to clean this? There were elves to do this kind of job and there he was. And the worst was that the teachers didn't bother to punish Peeves, at all. Yes, he was a ghost, but still, Draco believes that there was something they could do about him.

"This is an absolut mess," Hermione muttered to herself, picking up some tubes laying on the floor "Well, we better start now, if we don't want to be late for any commitment." she teased. Draco immediately understood that she was talking about him being late for every patrol, but he avoid her.

Draco handed his wand and muttered "Scourgify", and immediately a stall was cleaned up. Hermione looked at him while picking the tubes.

"You know, Malfoy, if it was supposed to use magic to fix everything in this room, McGonagall could do it herself," Hermione said, but Draco continued to mutter cleaning spells at everything in the stalls "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes, in matter of fact I am, but I'm avoiding you," he said, coldly "Now mind your own business."

"You know I can take house points from you, by myself?" she hissed, and muttered 'Stupefy'. Draco's wand landed on the ground and he looked madly at her. He studied her and then he picked his wand from the ground.

"Listen Mudblood," he hissed "I clean this room as I want, so stop this bossy attitude that you're trying to do on me, and clean up this mess as you want."

Hermione's hair began to bristle as she got more mad at him. She gazed at him coldly and, without thinking twice, she moved her wand and a tube hit Malfoy's head. She smirked triumphant when she heard him groan. Draco looked at her, mad, and she looked at him. When she saw the look on Malfoy's eyes, she felt terrified 'Oh bugger', she thought before a long current of water hit her body. She was now all wet, from head to toe.

"Was that really necessary?" she shouted, looking at her clothes now all soaked.

"You started," he hissed and continued to clean the bathroom.

"I hit you with a tube, you hit me with water!" she grumbled, but Draco wasn't really listening to her. He was satisfied with what he had just done to her, and he couldn't care less about what she was saying.

Instantly he stopped hearing that buzz that the Mudblood was making, and he looked at her. She was shouting cleaning spell at things, with an angry expression, and he smirked. When the bathroom was shining, Hermione started to walk towards the door, about to leave.

"Oi, where are you going?" Draco shouted.

"I'm going to my bedroom, clean myself up, and I'm going to dinner," she said, turning the knob "I already cleaned what I had to clean." And with this, she left the bathroom.

She could feel her heart beating fast against her chest, and her eyes were starting to form tears of anger. She rushed herself to the dorm and took a fast shower, and dressed a clean and dry uniform. When she was about to leave the dorm, Malfoy came in. She didn't pronounced a single word to him, and instead of that, she passed him with a shove and rushed herself to the Great Hall.

Hermione caught eye of Harry sitting with a couple of his Quidditch mates and walked towards him "Hi," she muttered close to him "Can I sit here?"

"Of course," Harry cleaned his mouth and looked at her "How was your day?"

"It was going well until Malfoy ruined it" she sighed.

"What happened? You alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Hermione helped herself with some food and looked at Harry "McGonagall asked us to clean the mess that Peeves had made in the fifht floor. I was already angry at him and I kind of yelled at him and hit him with a tube on his head... and he hit me with water!"

"Well, it's not that I'm blaming you for that but- you kind of hit him with a tube" Harry grinned "What did you expected?"

"Yea I know but... it was water! I could have caught a cold."

Harry pat her on the shoulder with a comforting smile on his face "It's okay Hermione, you have your friends here to help and protect you. You just have to... ignore him."

Hermione sighed and looked down to her plate "I know but sometimes it's very difficult to do it, because he can really get into my nerves and I just want to smash his face-"

"Hermione, you are smashing the potato... not Malfoy right now" Harry grinned and Hermione dropped her fork and drank a sip of water "You are too nervous for your own good."

"Now you can blame Malfoy" she said, shaking her head.

"Look, try to ignore him." Harry said in a smooth voice "Malfoy loves attention and if you just pretend that he doesn't exist, it's a good way to upset him."

Hermione thought about it for a minute. Harry was always right, he always knew the right thing to say "You are right," she smiled and hugged him "Thanks Harry."

"You are welcome," Harry gave her a pat on the back, feeling uncomfortable for her sudden hug. He wasn't the kind of guy that likes affection, at least in public where everyone could see "I guess that's what friends are for."

A/N: So, what do you say? Draco needs to be rude, so please forgive me if he is way too rude in this chapter. And of course, I needed to make him look like a obvious womanizer too.

I will post the next chapter after I get some reviews.