A/N: I got my learner's permit today! Woohoo! Score for EiSeL! Ok, sorry, I'm really hyper.

Ok, here is the second installment of "She Called Me Draco." Happy reading!

Disclaimer: These people are not mine. These places are not mine. The plot, however, is mine.

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It's Granger

Draco was making his way across the common room to his bedroom when he stopped in front of Hermione's door. It was barely open and Draco took it upon himself to find out what she was doing. When the door was completely ajar, he saw Hermione laying back on her bed with the ugliest cat he had ever seen perched atop her chest. He was about to head on to his room when he noticed that she was talking.

"First, he's being an arse like usual and then he kisses me! Merlin!" she said, making Draco smirk. "That was disgusting." Draco frowned. Hey now. I am not a disgusting kisser.

"Oh, come on. You know you liked it." Hermione turned around with wide eyes as she met Draco's smirk.

"Oh, please. I liked that just about as much as I like getting beaten."

Draco mentally snickered. "Oh, you're into the kinky stuff, eh?" Draco- one, Hermione- zilch. Wait a minute, when did I ever call her Hermione? She is Granger. Granger, Granger, Granger.

"Get out of my room!" screamed Hermione, bringing Draco out of his trance, and threw a pillow at him, which he caught.

"With pleasure," he said as he mockingly bowed. Damn, she has a good arm.

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Draco walked into the library looking for a book to help him for his Transfiguration essay. As he made his way to the other side of the library, he came across Hermione. She had built a fortress of books around herself, clearly not wanting to be disturbed.

Draco smirked and walked over to the chair across from her. He moved aside a stack of books and just stared at her for a minute. She was chewing on the end of her pencil in concentration. Ew. That is a disgusting habit. "Do you ever not study?" he asked, breaking her concentration.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

Now, now, Granger. No need to be rude. Oh, well. I could have a little fun with this. "Nothing from you. I just came from shagging a 4th year Hufflepuff girl- Alice, I think her name was-"

Hermione looked up with an expression of disgust. "MALFOY!"

Madame Pince looked over from the shelf she had been organizing. "Shhh!"

Hermione glanced at the crazed librarian briefly before directing her attention to Draco again. "That is absolutely repulsive!"

Draco smirked. Well that's what you get. "Lighten up, Granger. I was only kidding. Merlin, you need to learn how to take a joke."

Hermione stuck her chin up a bit more. "I can take a joke." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, sure you can…"

Hermione picked up her notes and gathered the rolls of parchment by her side. "Why are you in here, then?"

Because I just wanted to see you so very much, dear Mudblood. "Merlin, Granger, can't a man get a bloody book in peace? No need to get all suspicious." Draco walked up to the bookcase behind her and started looking through the thick volumes that he would never actually bother reading, but began to look through them anyway.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you sat down and interrupted my studies." Draco glanced back at her and saw that she had turned around.

"You didn't have to respond to me, you know."

"How could I not respond? Your big fat head is not easy to ignore."

"I do not have a fat head," said Draco protectively.

"Yes you do, you need it to hold your big mouth."

Draco frowned. It's one thing to call me a ferret but saying I'm ugly is an entirely different matter. "Stupid Mudblood…"

"Bloody ferret." With that, Draco walked out of the library.

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When Draco came back to his room, he found Hermione's cat sitting on his bed. "What are you doing in here? Hermione- I mean, Granger said that she wouldn't let you in my room."

Crookshanks looked unfazed by Draco's speech. He sighed in defeat and walked to his bed. "What's your name, anyway?" He fiddled with the collar until he came across a little nameplate. "Crookshanks? That's an odd name." He looked at the mass of matted ginger fur. "An odd name for an odd cat." Draco pet Crookshanks for a minute before heading into the bathroom.

Oh, what a day. Draco leaned on the sink and looked into the mirror. Looking good, as usual. Draco ran his hand through his hair before stripping down to take a shower.

After about 10 minutes, Draco emerged from the shower with water dripping down his body, looking refreshed. He grabbed a towel and dried himself off after shaking his hair out.

Draco walked back into his room and reached into his wardrobe for a clean pair of boxers. He had one leg into them when he heard a scream from across the hall. I wonder what her problem is...

He shrugged jumped into bed. He was about to reach for a book when Hermione barged into his room, cheeks flushed and brows furrowed. "Malfoy! Keep your bloody whores out of my room! I have to burn my bedclothes now!"

Draco was caught completely off guard. "What are you talking about?"

"Parkinson was just in my room, sitting on my bed! If you are going to have your fuck-buddies over, please keep them in your room!"

Because of the fact that Hermione was cussing and the fact that she was in his presence whilst he was barely clothed, Draco was pretty much speechless. "Pansy? She was in your room?"

"I can't put it in any plainer English, Malfoy. Pansy Parkinson was in my room, sitting on my bed and now my room reeks of skank-bitch."

Draco sat there, trying to take in all the information. So Pansy got the wrong room trying to find me? It took Draco about three seconds to realize the hilarity of the situation and he exploded into laughter.

"It's not funny!"

Oh, but on the contrary… "Sorry about that one, Granger. I wouldn't wish Pansy on anyone- even you," said Draco as he leaned back onto the headboard and put his hands behind his head.

"Wait, you don't like her?" asked Hermione in disbelief. Draco watched as Hermione inspected his room.

Draco chuckled a bit. "What? You've got to be kidding me! Pansy is so clingy and obsessive just because we went to that stupid Yule Ball together in 4th year. She's like a leech."

"Wow, well that proves just about half of the rumors floating around wrong."

Tell me about it… "Yeah, no kidding. Pansy started all those just to make herself popular. I hate girls like that."

"Me too. Being a slut doesn't make them cool- it makes them trash."

"I agree." Draco looked up at the ceiling and then back at Hermione who was staring at him. He wasn't sure at first but then he realized that she was checking him out. He was in too much shock to say any snide comment or even smirk. He simply cleared his throat.

Hermione turned bright red and forced her stare down to the bedspread. She picked a piece of the black velvet in her fingers and let go as she stood up. "Well, I'm going back to my room now."

Draco came out of his stupor. "Oh, ok. Wait, I, uh, took your pillow last night. Thought you might want it back…" he said awkwardly.

"Right…Um, goodnight, then," said Hermione as she walked across the room and out Draco's door.

"Night," he said, confused. Was she seriously checking me out? What is that? She hates me! And she said I was confusing… Draco sat up. Hey now, no need to get all worked up. It's just Hermione. "Ah, damn it," he mumbled at his mistake. "Her name is Granger. Mudblood Ganger. Bookworm Granger. Goody-goody Granger. Yeah…" he said as he lay down and rolled on his side to go to sleep.