-Chapter 2-

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Draco shot up from his seat, glaring at Hermione as she did the same. How would he bare spending a whole year with Granger? That filthy mudblood. He would have to breath the same air as her, sleep in the same room, and even....bathe in the same bathtub as her. He shuddered as he broke from his trance, and noticed everyone staring at him. He scowled at them, and sat back into his seat.

"Malfoy, you be sure to give her hell." Goyle whispered to him as everyone shifted their gaze away.

"I don't take orders from you, Goyle." Draco hesitated. "But, that sounds like fun." Suddenly, Malfoy had an idea. It was a marvelous idea, a tremendous, gorgeous idea that made him almost leap into the air and hug Goyle. "Give me a quill and parchment, stat." He said to Goyle, shifting his eyes to Hermione, who was getting congratulated by the whole Gryffindor table. Sitting next to her, Ron seemed to be in a grumpy mood. Ha.

"What do you need it for, Malfoy?" Goyle asked, sliding the parchment over.

"I'm going to make this year hell for Granger, Goyle. Just like you said." Malfoy smirked as he began to write.  

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SORRY! This is so short, but there wasn't a lot I could do in this chapter. Anyways, I thought I would continue this story. If you think I should, please tell me so! This isn't my best work, but that's because it's pretty late. I'll fix what I can in the morning.

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