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"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

― Monroe

Luck of the Irish

CHP 2

Hermione sat next to the weirdo, she couldn't help herself. He didn't seem a threat, so she decided to indulge her curiosity.

Reaching up she pulled a perfect ringlet, and watched it as it snapped back into place.

Jasper jerked around, his eyes showing something other than near pain.

"What is it with you, and touching me?"

Hermione, blinked she hadn't actually thought through her touching Jasper. She couldn't help herself, so instead of controlling her urge's she'd played right into them.

Smiling, she answered, "Well...I didn't really have a reason, it's just you ignore me. I don't appreciate it much, and also the teacher has made us partners for this small project. And with you ignoring me, it makes it hard to work together, don't you think?"

Jasper sighed, and reached over to the book sitting in front of them. Pulling it over, he opened it immediately to the required page. "I'll do the psychological precept of the book, and you can do the linguistics and how it correlated with the characters personalities,"

Hermione, stared at the book, and then she turned her slight surprised expression towards him. She went to say something only to be interrupted by the school bell going off.

Jasper stood and quickly took his leave.

Hermione curios brown eyes watched him leave.

Lunch time came, and Hermione dropped her books down in front of Draco. Plopping down she rested her arms on the table sighing. Draco watched all this while chewing on his Turkey sandwich he'd brought from home.

Swallowing, he handed Hermione hers," So, what has made you the model of despair?"

Hermione took it, saying a quiet thank you, she took a bite before speaking, "It's that damn kid I sit next to in Lit, he always sits ramrod straight, not only that but he always looks like he's in pain. Aside from that he's pretty cute, but he acts like I don't exist."

Draco raised an eye brow in mockery, "And you want him to, because..."

Hermione shrugged, and muttered, "At least he could say good morning, anyway is tonight a go. I've wanted to break out the gear and polish up some of it."

Draco smiled, his eyes reflecting the same eager look as Hermione. "Yeah tonight, we'll be crashing one of those Magical substance deals. Apparently they do a lot of it here and this should get us closer to Nott."

"ASAH! Let's get this thing over with." Hermione ate the rest of her sandwich as she rushed off to her next class.

Draco watched her go; he suddenly felt something touch his Occulems shield. He winced when it probed deeper, pulling up his guard. He rubbed he temple trying to maintain it. Getting up he quickly went to the bathroom.

Edward watched as the young man rushed away, "Edward, what did you do?"

Rosalie asked her face curios, causing the others to turn toward him, "I tried to see into the new kids head...I merely got a glimpse before I was shoved out. I think they should be watched, it seems their here for something."

Bella reached over and covered his hand with her own, "I hope it hasn't got anything to do with Victoria."

Edward shook his head; he was sure that whoever this Nott person was, he was their target.

Hermione stood at the port, waiting for the dealer to come. She watched as the boats bobbed up and down on the sea. Draco was hidden, to keep a watch out for her. She'd dressed as poor as possible, she shuddered against the cold wind.

She'd been waiting for an hour when she heard someone cry out. Dropping her disguise she took off. Draco followed her close behind, they ran, their eyes searching for were the sound came from.

"Hermione!"

"Over here!"

Hermione was waved over to an empty alley way next to a closed Cafe, "There's someone here."

Draco rushed forward and knelt next to the body, he placed his hand on the person's throat. Feeling no pulse, he pulled his hand away and stared at the blood on his hand.

Hermione came to a stop behind him, breathing deeply she gasped out, " Isn't this the dealer?"

Draco nodded, his expression troubled, Hermione groaned, noticing the blood on Draco's hand she blinked in confusion. "Was he stabbed?"

Draco shook his, lifting the man's head, he made it tilt "It seems he was bitten...I dearly hope that Nott hasn't already done something regrettable, Vampires are now involved."

Hermione slid down next to him, her expression gob smacked, "Vampires? Why in god's name would he join them, this is getting confusing. Blaise's info was useless, because we only know why he wants to kill people. Not who, when and where, Arrgh and we graduate soon."

She kicked the other side of the wall in frustration. Draco shook his head and stood," Well it seems this area has an infestation that needs getting rid of. I'll call in the body, while you go ahead home and report to Potter the new deal."

Draco watched her go before pulling out his knife.

Charlie sat down at the dinner table, rubbing his temples. Bella watched him, normally she wouldn't have asked but seeing his troubled expression she decided to ask.

"Was it bad this time?" She handed him a glass of water.

Taking it he sipped before answering, "Not really, some drug dealer was taken down. The weird thing was he'd been stabbed in the neck. He would have been in that Alley for a long time if you're class mate hadn't found him."

Bella looked at him from the stove, "Classmate...which one?"

Charlie leaned back against the chair stretching out his legs, "I think his name was Malloy or was it Malfoy, blond kid."

Bella didn't react inwardly but, on the inside she felt her curiosity peek.

Hermione grabbed up some cereal, as Draco pushed the cart forward, she threw it in. She continued grabbing things and throwing them in the basket until Draco finally caught the bag of tootsie rolls.

"Hermione, dear, I really think we need to talk about your obsession with sweets."

Hermione blinked at him, turning her eyes to the basket. Her expression became sheepish when she saw the amount she'd thrown in there.

"Sorry, you know how I get when I'm stressed." She reached in to pull out the Tootsie bag, only to be bumped from behind by a young man she couldn't see.

Jacob tried to grab Quil before he fell into the women behind him but it was too late. The girl cried out but she was luckily caught by the young man in front of her, "Hermione...are you okay?"

Hermione stood up and nodded before turning irritated eyes to the group behind her. She would have said something if Draco hadn't spoken first, "I'm sure you behemoths are mature enough not to play around in a public area?"

Draco frowned deepened when the group weren't paying him any attention but staring at the one in the center. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting whatever it is you have going on there."

Jacob shook out of his stupor, quickly responded, hitting Quil on the head, "Sorry, we didn't see you there, we're usually a lot more aware."

Draco rolled his eyes, Hermione stepped forward her easy smile on, "It's alright we both had our backs turned, your forgiven."

Done with their apologies, the two groups separated, Hermione and Draco continued their shopping.

Draco, catching more sweets from Hermione.

Jacob stared into space before Seth threw a bottle at him, "Are you going to go after him?"

Quil and Embry snickered, "I still can't believe it's a dude, like what's your dad going to say to this?"

Seth waited for Jacob to respond, "I think maybe it's wrong, why would I imprint on a dude?"

Jacob stood, walking over to his tools in the garage, "Something had to be wrong, right?"

Seth shrugged, "You going to have to see him again to make sure."

Jacob tried to shrug off complicated thoughts, before going back to working on his truck.

Draco stared at his body in the mirror; wiping the mist off it he turned left and right. He'd been lucky out of the great amount spies at the ministry; he had the least amount of scarring. He didn't much like that though, people always accused him of being a soft spy, and he wasn't.

When he'd been caught he'd been tortured and harmed just as much. The worst had been when the Doholov had found a cachet of Snapes experimental Potions.

They'd forced one after another on him, forcing him to swallow his deceased god father's work.

At first there hadn't been any affects, the doctors hadn't been able to find anything after the war. As time went on though he'd started notice, certain things growing and others were shrinking.

In a panic he'd went back to the St. Mugos demanding that Pansy look at him.

He'd gone through all sorts of tests for them ,all of them lead to one conclusion and that was he was turning into a she. They'd tried detoxifying his system, spells, and enchantments. The list went on and on but nothing had happened or changed.

It was an unspoken problem that everyone knew about, but he wasn't going to lose himself. His gender may change, but he would still be Draco. To maintain that he remained disguised, aside from when he was home at the manor.

Picking the towel off the sink he wrapped it around himself, before finishing his morning adulation's.

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