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To get you hooked, of course!

Er, what's that supposed to mean? lol jk

Next part! I love this post, personally. So...schmexy.

Hermione

Prefect duties at night were rather boring lately. Now I took to patrolling the halls by myself; Ron was mostly too slow, so he was assigned to patrolling the Gryffindor Common Room.

My footsteps echoed on the stone floor. Soon I heard another pair of footsteps joining them. Stopping and whirling around, I scanned my eyes behind me. No one was there. My brow slightly furrowing in puzzlement, I turned around once again and headed for the library. The footsteps behind me continued. This time, I jogged a bit and stopped suddenly, looking behind me at the same time. I caught sight of a black robe, which whisked out of view a moment later around a corner.

My heart was racing as I followed the direction of the cloak. I turned the corner, and would have screamed, if not for a certain Slytherin, who covered my mouth quickly. “Shut up!” Malfoy hissed at me angrily. “There’s no need to wake up the whole school!” He drew back his hand hurriedly and resumed his position of leaning casually against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” I asked heatedly, wiping my mouth (Slytherin germs).

Malfoy looked up from picking a seam on his robes. “I’m a prefect too, remember?”

I jabbed a finger at him. “This is my hall to patrol. Aren’t you supposed to be by the hospital wing?” My hand grabbed a hold of the tip of my wand.

Nonchalantly, he took my finger and lowered it. “Don’t point that at me,” he said in a low voice. “There’s no use for the wand either, Mudblood.” The look in his face wasn’t pulled in a scowl; instead, it was cold and jeering at the same time.

This didn’t faze me, though. My hand still loosely held my wand. “I shouldn’t have to discipline you, Malfoy. Why don’t you go back to your patrolling area with Pansy, where you’re supposed to be?”

A flame of anger shot into his eyes. “Don’t even mention Pansy. She’s a git.” His jaw gritted and his fists clenched slightly.

Shrugging, I shot back, “Look, I don’t give a care. All I care about is that you get back to your post. Now.”

Malfoy returned to his coolness, and he eased off the wall, stepping closer to me. “What are you going to do about it,” his voice was a whisper as he took a step even closer, “Granger?” He was now so close I could feel his breath on my face.

I scowled up at him, even though I could feel my face flushing. “I’ll tell a professor.”

Snorting slightly, he said, “They can’t do anything to me. Neither can you, as much as you’d like to think.”

“Really.” I glowered at him through my brown eyes.

“Really.” he mumbled. His hand slowly reached up and lightly, yet firmly, grabbed the wrist that was holding onto my wand.

At first I tried to squirm out of his grasp, but found myself listening to his words intently. I stopped myself from resisting.

“If I pulled you towards me,” he continued in an undertone, “I could do whatever I wanted with you. And you know it.” His fingers slowly drummed on my wrist. My heart beat faster.

His face was closer to mine now, about an inch away. Then he suddenly stopped and dropped my wrist. His voice resumed its louder demeanor. “Of course, I wouldn’t do that. Not to a mudblood, at least.” A malicious chuckle escaped from his lips as he melted into the shadows, towards the hospital wing.

By now I was breathing hard. Who did he think he was, to do that to me? You would think that he’d have more respect, even for…mudbloods. Like me.