The Thought Of It All

This is chapter 17, sorry guys. Author's note doesn't count.

After finding a new hiding place for the parchment, she sat in her bed and contemplated what the Hell happened in that room with Malfoy. She couldn't believe that he used ANOTHER Unforgivable curse, and she had told him that she had liked kissing his slimy face.

Just the thought of his hands touching her made her want to vomit. But then the thought of him never touching her again sent a rush of disappointment through her as well. Then she scolded herself, for she wasn't supposed to feel anything thing for the twitchy little ferret.

Malfoy knew that she didn't know where he went when he was supposed to be in class or in the Great Hall. But she wanted that to hang over his head, for she knew that he was up to something. She was going to find out. One way or another.

She had no idea how long she was going to keep this up with Malfoy, black-mailing him. Christmas break was almost upon them, and she didn't know if she could keep it going, or if she should finally tell someone.

And it's not like no one would believe her, she had the memory if someone wanted to see it. Since Malfoy was a pureblood, and since his family was filthy rich there was no stopping them from getting what they want.

Closing her eyes, she laid down. She knew it was dangerous messing with Malfoy, but for 6 years he had mercilessly tortured her and her friends and she wasn't going to put up with it anymore.

'Hopefully things won't go too far,' she muttered and finally fell to sleep.

Wincing when she sat down for breakfast the next morning, she mumbled incoherent sentences and put her head on the table. Ronald and Harry looked at her then at each other. Something was wrong.

'Hey 'Mione, are you okay? You look a little peaky,' Ronald said, sending a worried glance at Harry.

She lifted her head and glared at him. 'I'm fine, Ronald.'

Grabbing her plate, she put sausages and fried eggs on it and started munching on it. She glanced over at the Slytherin table, and saw Malfoy whispering to Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Nott and Zabini. They were huddled at the end of the table, looking up, Malfoy snickered at her and went back to whispering.

Great, he was planning something. Though Malfoy would get back at her, and since he couldn't use words, he'll use his last name to get help. She had to be more aware of everything, just in case. She knew she could handle Malfoy, but the rest of the Slytherins, whom she knew nothing about.

'Hermione, I was talking with Ron last night, and we were talking about Malfoy, being a Death Eater. We have to find out what he is doing. He's always going off by himself, and sometimes he doesn't make it for breakfast or dinner,' Harry whispered, making sure no one heard.

'Well then, what do we do?' Hermione whispered back, ignoring Ronald's open mouth.

'I'm not sure yet. We could follow him using the cloak. I was looking at the Maurder's map and saw Malfoy in the Room of Requirement,' Harry muttered, scowling at Malfoy who was still planning.

'So we'll just follow him,' she said in return.

'I tried that, but it's like he knows and changes direction. And then I would go to the RoR and nothing is changed,' he told her. Ronald made a movement to speak when Hermione looked at him, he quietly shut his mouth and went back to eating.

'We'll figure it out. So when you see him in the RoR, and you go there, he is never there, right?' Hermione said clamly. Something was definitely wrong. Malfoy knowing when someone was following him, no that was too strange. Did he have a map too? Or did he do a locater spell, knowing that Harry was getting suspicious?

This didn't make any sense, at all.

'Exactly,' Harry agreed.

Looking at the table, she didn't see Malfoy. Huh!

'Yes, very unusual.' she murmured.

The end of the day came faster then usual, and she was walking down to the Great Hall when she heard crackling behind her, like a pack of hyena attacking their prey. Glancing over her shoulder, she was met with a bunch of Slytherins, including Malfoy.

So, they were going to attack in the halls in broad daylight. Silently taking out her wand, she pressed it into her palm, willing herself to stand proud and not to cower.

'Hey, Granger,' one called amongst the group.

'Groupie,' she spat, then turned to Malfoy, who was grinning like a simpleton. 'Ferret.'

'Mudblood,' Pansy hissed out. Hermione rolled her eyes and waited impatiently.

'Did you guys want something? Because I don't have a lot of time,' Hermione said in a bored tone.

Malfoy smiled sardonically and nodded towards Pansy whom immediately stepped forward. Hermione raised her wand but wasn't quick enough. A simple 'Furnunculus hex' which caused boils to break out all over her body.

Malfoy walked up to her, while she was trying to keep in her sobs and whispered in her ear 'Now you know how it feels. This isn't over, filth.'

She ran. Where? She had no idea.

A/N: Hehehe, I loved this chapter. Lol. Draco is so evil. So because of the cursed parchment he can't harm Hermione without causing pain to himself. So he gets other ppl to do it. I hope you guys like it. Tell me what you think...

OH, and tell me what curses and spells youd want Draco- or his friends to use. Anything... be it incendio, on her hair or a fur spell...

Thanks for the reviews. And my insight is on chapter 17 for details on their relationship.

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