Confessions of a Pureblood Ferret

-AimeeK-

Disclaimer: Still don't own it. bursts into tears P.s. That's the last disclaimer for this story.

Author's Note: If you haven't noticed yet, I've fixed the first two chapters so they no longer suck. Check it out if you haven't. The writing is much better now. The very beginning of the story has important info now so make sure you read the revised version.

-Hermione's PoV-

I don't know why I ever agreed to tutor that...thing! Even now I can barely stand him. Even after all that has happened. He's staring at me. Right now. I can feel it! Looking over at me from that stupid Slytherine table...alone. I know what you're thinking - Draco? Alone? But these days, neither of us have that much luck in the 'finding people who want to be around us' department.

Me - I blame Dumbledore. No, that's not true - I blame Draco. But if it wasn't for Dumbledore and that one little favour he asked of me, my foolish Gryffindor-ness wouldn't have kicked in and none of this would ever have happened. The first tutoring session...and it all went downhill from there...

There I was, sitting in the farthest corner of the library, books I knew would come in handy scattered around me, once again questioning why I agreed to do such a thing, when I heard a muffled cry. Without a second thought, I leaped up and made my way towards the sound. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Just Malfoy, looming over some terrified first year, a flashy-looking wizard comic in his left hand, just high enough so the kid couldn't grab it. I rolled my eyes and with a flick of my wand, the comic book was back with its rightful owner.

"Let's go." I said, giving him a stern look as I said it. He followed nonchalantly which I found unnerving but decided to ignore it. After all, this is Malfoy. Creepy and the Malfoy name kind of go hand in hand.

Ten minutes later and he was flipping through some book he found on his own after refusing to touch anything I had touched. Real mature right? A couple insults were thrown, dirty looks were given and I left to get a book I actually wanted to read. Upon returning I found him frantically flipping pages. I sat down, amused that he was having so much trouble. But if he wanted help, I figured he could ask me himself. Knowing that he was a Malfoy however, I figured the chances of that were pretty slim.

"Granger, tell me how this telly phone thingy works."

"I thought you said you didn't need my help." I said cooly.

"I don't. I could get the answer no problem if I wanted to. We Malfoy's are quite intelligent. I'm merely trying to make you feel useful."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't just try that. Are you forgetting why you are here?"

"We're here because my stupid dad make this stupid course. And surprisingly, I just don't carry enough about muggles to pay attention in class. Which then results in me not doing so well in said class which then gets Dumbledore involved and next thing you know I'm here with you - the last place on Earth that I would want to be - besides bed with Potter of course."

I raised my eyebrow, "Your dad made you take a muggle studies class?" He didn't answer. "Wait. 'Bed with Potter,' huh?"

"Shut up and help me."

You should of seen the look on his face when he told him he would need the books he had refused to touch. But see, all he had to do was admit he wanted help and I actually put aside my hate for him for a while after gave him a hand (which I think is a rather incredible feat considering the snide comments I had to put up with.) Draco, I guess, had gotten over his fear of 'mudblood germs' long enough to actually read the books I told him to read and though he complained and insulted me the whole entire time, eventually the report was done and 'thank god' we could leave.

I stood, but one look back at Draco told me something wasn't right. He had his wand out and was tapping it quite casually on the wooden table in front of him, smirking as though he knew something I didn't. Oh if only I had known... Before I could get my own however and block anything he might have been planning to send my way, he makes these sharp movements with his, sending me toppling backwards where I tripped over a chair leg and landed with a thump on the floor.

My god was I angry. Lying there flat on back, floods and floods of hexes swimming through my mind. I jump to my feet only to find that he's already gone. I could of sworn I didn't see him pass me, he just disappeared. For a second I actually considered the possibility of me having hit my head on the way down and passed out but it didn't matter anyways. He had already left.

I looked around and instead of finding Malfoy, I spotted a note he'd left on the table. Meet you here Thursday. D .M. 'Are you kidding me?' Not only did I have no idea what he did to me, because I knew he had done something (Malfoys are always plotting something,) but if he actually thought I would show up again after that he was seriously delusional. I was gonna go talk to McGonagle or Dumbledore. I was going to report the creep. Cursing under my breath, I grabbed my stuff and left.

Back in the common room, I found Ginny lounged out on the window seat staring longingly at the Quidditch pitch which was currently being soaked by quite the rain storm. I flopped down on the seat beside her and immediately launched into the whole story, right from the beginning.

I hadn't event tried to tell anyone about tutoring Draco before then. Even Harry and Ron. Heck, I was just as embarrassed about spending with him as he was of me. And just how do you think Harry and Ron would have taken it? They would have insisted on accompanying me to protect me or something. Like I couldn't take care of him myself. Yea, yea, yea. I guess that probably wouldn't have been such a bad idea but they have a tendency to get real violent around Malfoy and I didn't want to get them in any more trouble than usual.

"And you'll never guess who he asked me to tutor?"

"Who?"

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Who's Alice Green?"

"I said Draco Malfoy."

"I know. Who is that?"

"DRACO MALFOY, our sworn enemy!" I remember thinking 'Yea okay, Gin's just playing some stupid little joke that I must not be getting. Can't she see I'm already in a bad mood.'

"How come I've never met her then?"

That's when realization hit. This must of been what he's done with that spell of his. Nervously, I asked the question I knew I wouldn't like the answer too. "Ginny, what did I just say?"

From the look on her face I could tell she thought I'd gone mad. "You said Alice Green, 6th year Hufflepuff. That's my year. I should know her." I felt my stomach drop. "Are you okay Hermione? Maybe you should go to bed early tonight."

Quickly assuring her I was fine I dashed out of the common room, only stopping to ask Harry for the invisibility cloak. I knew I would need it as I was in for quite a bit of research that would probably extend well past curfew. A little fib to Harry about why I needed and I was off to the library for the second time that night.

It was dark when I finally looked up from my research, my eyes red from trying to keep them open. Testing a theory, I discovered I couldn't even write his name. Panic set it. How could I report him if I couldn't even speak of him, let alone write of him. I had found nothing. Well not nothing. There was a couple spells in "Mind Magic." I was sure would work but no luck. You'd think the top witch in her year would be able to break a stupid mind control spell wouldn't you?

I sighed, resting my head on my hand. I had already looked the restricted section. Course, I knew I wouldn't give up till I had found something. If I had to look through every book in that library. I mean, I'd read half of them already anyways. I should've been able to find it eventually. But for that night - I was done. I was already going to be half asleep through all of next days classes thanks to that jerk, I didn't need to be all the way asleep. I had the whole 'model student.' thing to uphold.

"Come on Granger, did you really think I was that dumb?"

My heart stopped. Shivers went down my back. Automatically, my hand flew to my wand and I turned around to face him.

"You. Are. So. Dead." I say through clenched teeth. Without even thinking I send an array of spells his way of which he lazily deflected all but one which knocked him over as his spell had done to me earlier that day.

Advancing on him, I raise my wand once again. He gets up.

"Now, now, now, Granger. I wouldn't be doing that if I were you. Someone might report you. Someone like who can actually say the rule-breaker's name..." He gives me a half smile causing me to almost loose my cool. The only thing that kept me from doing so was my desire to hear the rest of this plan of his. "Someone like me."

"Do you really think I'm that dumb? That I'm just going to let you get away with this? I'll eventually find a cure for this little problem of mine."

"I'm a Malfoy, Granger. Does that not mean anything to you? A family full of Dark Arts history. A family with an extensive library collection just full of interesting little books that your precious Dumbledore doesn't even know exists let alone have a copy of one that you could get your hands on. You know what that means? You're screwed princess. Get over it."