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Ooh, interesting.

Look at that, a book about mixed potions and… cough, interesting. Well, as long as it'll humiliate Granger, it might as well be good enough for me.

I grinned as I strutted towards Madame Pince's table and put it down in front of her. She looked at me weirdly and opened the book. She stamped it and closed it shut.

"Well, well, Mr. Malfoy." She said amusedly. "Doing a bit of a research about love, are we?"

I grinned back. "Quite, Madam Pince. Quite." I chuckled slightly as I walked away with the book securely in my hand.

Now, Hermione Granger lets see how you can overcome this.



Lavender Brown and Parvarti Patil came huffing and puffing, screeching as they stopped in front of her with big grinning faces. They chorused, "Professor Dumbledore is looking for you."

Hermione raised a skeptical brow at them. "What would Professor want with me?"

Parvarti nudged at Lavender slyly. "Oh, I don't know. But Draco Malfoy is there." She fawned. "Ooh, lucky, lucky you."

Lavender sighed wistfully. "The hottest guy… even if he's a bastard, the important thing is that he's hot."

"Burning hot," Parvarti added.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Poor, lost children. So naïve, so… stupid." She muttered.

"What, Hermione?" Lavender said. Parvarti grinned like crazy.

Hermione smiled at them. "Nothing."

'Nothing really,' she thought as she walked away towards Professor Snape's office. 'Just that…'

Payback is not yet finished.


"… Blah, blah crap."

I couldn't find a single good potion that'll make Granger do whatever I want her to do. All of the potions are crappy love potions. Blasted useless potion book.

And why is Granger taking so long to get here? The two sluts should have told her to hurry up and not make me wait for her for so long.

So freaking long.

And do you know what happens when you make Draco Malfoy wait?


-- Chaos.

I punched an unsuspecting wall. Oops, I never meant to do that. Hee, that's not going to be my problem anyway. I tapped my foot in impatience.

I growled loudly. "Gah, where's that wench?" I murmured darkly. "She better be here before my patience runs out or…"

"—or what?" A voice flooded my ear's senses.

I glared at her.

She freaking cut me off from my wonderful speech!

"Mudblood," I hissed. "What fucking took you so long?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Haven't you overgrown that yet, Malfoy?"

I gritted my teeth. Is she calling me immature! How dare she!

I closed my eyes tightly and counted to one to ten. Calm down. Nothing productive happens when anger surges through ones nerves. You should get all your frustrations out when you're having sex.

I grinned. I was tempted to yell out, "Hah! You're just jealous because you're not getting any!" but I shouted out instead, "Oh, bloody hell shut up."

She laughed. "Lost for words? Hah, no come back from you?"

I just glared at her. "I don't have time with your petty arguments. Let's go."

We tranquilly walked side by side as we went towards Professor Dumbledore's office – only, which happens in imaginations and so, we argued.

"Ooh, little pitiful mudblood is feeling blue, is she?" I taunted as we neared the ugly – very ugly – gargoyle that keeps on looking at Granger. Very disturbing. I scowled and gave the gargoyle a warning look.

"Sod off, Malfoy," she jeered.

"Lemon drops," I gritted out as we stood before it. It glared at me, although it matters not since it was only a statue. Not that I'm bothered that some thing is leering over Granger… another thing I'm doubtful about. Why am I starting to care for Granger?

I shook my head in aggravation. And why the hell am I thinking so much? My head will explode if I continue with this kind of train of thoughts.

The gargoyle opened a path as it slid at the other side, revealing a flight of stairs that led inside Professor Dumbledore's office. I let her walk upstairs first before I considering that I was brought up with well manners and was taught to respect women. I grinned.

-- And mainly because I can see up her skirt. I shrugged. Even though my upbringing is sophisticated and aristocratic, I am still a bloke.

We reached Professor Nutter – Er, I meant Dumbledore's office in silence. I opened the door for her, earning a weird look from her. I frowned. So much for appreciation these days. I sighed.

"Ah," I heard the Professor's cheery voice ricochet through the walls. "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, so nice of you to accept my invitation." His eyes still were glittering with his usual glimmer.

Granger nodded her head. "Of course, professor." She said with her annoying know-it-all tone. "What do you need from us?"

I rolled my eyes at her and decided to look around for a bit. I curiously peered through hundreds of antiques and other… weird things. I squinted my eyes at a well-like figure, noticing the images that kept on swirling beneath it's silvery interior.

Professor Dumbledore might have noticed me since he coughed aloud, "That is called a Pensieve, Mr. Malfoy."

I looked at him with a raised brow. "I see, professor. And what exactly does it do?"

The old coot smiled. "It keeps your thoughts inside, a very useful contraption, I must say." He nodded at his table near the center, and ushered us to follow him. "Now, let's start with our plans, shall we?"

Granger and I both nodded our heads and sat down at the chairs that were in the front of his desk. The old coot sat down in front of us and as per usual, still has that irritating glimmer in his eyes.

I just know he's plotting something devious against us.

Like, making us all friends or worse, make arranged marriages.

I shuddered. Ooh, such awful thoughts. I'm too hot to be in a relationship. I should always be single. I sniggered. One woman is too small of a number. A hundred more would be plenty enough for me. I chuckled mentally.

"Well, if you still didn't know," Dumbledore stated as he clasped his hands together on the table, business-like. "Your seventh year is nearing and I want us to be fully prepared as to what will happen." He paused as he looked at us. "Voldemort is still on the loose and I'm quite sure that you are aware that we're nearing the finale of the Great War."

"But don't let such a thing to ruin your last years since you still have plenty of youth to spend." He chuckled. "If you both are now curious as to why I called you here, it's because I want you to plan a midyear ball."

Granger smiled widely. "Really, professor?"

I scoffed. "Happy much, Granger?" She glared at me.

"Yes, quite so, Malfoy. At least I'm gaining a life not like you." She sneered. Dumblecoot – I mean, Dumbledore downright laughed.

"Now, now, Ms. Granger. No need to start a riot." He said.

"More like no need to be such a snappish bitch." I whispered so that Granger can only be the one to hear it. She scowled at me.

"Now, I'll give you both a month to figure things out and to get along well with each other."

The latter perked both Granger and my ears up. This was a plot to make us get friendly with each other. I friggin' knew it. I mentally cursed.

The old coot is insane!

Granger, surprisingly, didn't say anything and – surprise, fucking surprise – neither did I. We bobbed our heads in agreement and stood up hastily.

"Goodbye Professor." Granger murmured and turned away from both the coot and me. She quickly went downstairs leaving me behind. I groaned inwardly.

"Goodbye Professor," I said as I looked at the old wizard. He was looking at me with a creepy grin.

"So long, Mr. Malfoy. Take care of Ms. Granger." He nodded his head at my direction and watched me as I took my book and went outside.

Ugh. How dare he partner me with Granger? And how dare she just stroll out from the conversation? How disrespectful. And how— what the?

Outside Professor Dumbledore's office lay a small-embedded plane that said,

"I, Draco Malfoy, likes big boys. So Pansy Parkinson, now you know the truth… so step back and let the men play."

My eyes widened.

People started to gather.

Laughter resounded in my ears.

Ooh, so cunning of you, Granger. But…

I flicked my wand at the disgusting display and whispered a spell. It vanished in seconds though the laughter didn't.

-- You still have to watch out for my revenge for you.

We'll see who has the last laugh.


End Note: Thanks and a big hug to all those who reviewed. Now, give me a new batch to keep me going!

Draco: I am so not gay.

Hermione: (rolls eyes) No, of course not. You're just homosexual.

Draco: Righ-… wait, how dare you imply that I'm of such gender!

Hermione: Because you are. (shrugs)

Draco: (raises brow) Want to test that theory?

Hermione: Well, no… hnph! (Ooh, guess what happened.)