Ok, I'm posting PART of the next chapter today (it's long, I need to break it up ). Ya, I couldn't find a good enough place to cut it off, so I just found a quote from Hermione and stopped it there. So ya...

Hehehe, couldn’t think of a good title so I thought I may as well use the current one. Yes, it’s from HBP chapter 5 or 6 or sumthin (I’d laugh if it was the 9th chapter’s name, but I’m sure it’s the 5th or 6th or sumthin)
Enjoy
Sarah

Chapter 9
Draco’s Detour

Draco remembered everything he was told the night he got a briefing on the rules and explanation of the Tournament. He tried to remember the tasks the Tournament had three years before, but all he could remember was the maze, mainly because he was the one getting the earblast from his father about how the ‘events’ had gone.
It was now Saturday, and Draco was wandering the castle, his followers tagging along anywhere he went.
“I knew you were going to be the champion all along, you’re the perfect candidate!” Pansy continued on as Draco and the rest of the Slytherin followers followed him outside. He tried to keep to his mind, trying to place the small hints he had been given along with the other champions what the first task was. Beast of the air, a flaming creature that lights the sky...
Draco first thought of a phoenix, how they ended up burning when they die and are reborn in their ashes, but that didn’t seem to fit. He had also been told he must procure in the first task to be able to move on in the tournament, so it was crucial to be able to figure out the first task before it started so he could plan out what to do. Something then clicked in his mind.
“I’ll be right back...” Draco said.
“Would you like some company?” Pansy asked as she batted her eyelashes. Draco tried not to shiver at the sight.
“I’m... fine to go by myself...” he said as he pushed Pansy away. He ran away from the group and Pansy, not wanting to be followed. He stopped outside the library and walked inside. Wandering the shelves of books, he looked at each tables occupied. He wandered to the Restricted Section and walked parallel to the wall that separated the section from where he was.
He looked around the shelf in his way and into one of the corners of the library and smirked, finally finding what he was seeking.
“Granger,” he said in an undertone, not wanting to get caught by anyone. He didn’t move from behind the shelf.
Hermione looked around, startled, but went back to her work again.
“Granger!” he whispered a bit louder. She jumped and looked around again. He saw the horrified expression she cast; she seemed to recognize his voice. Again she went back to her work.
Draco grabbed a thick book and levitated it. He then sent it over to where Hermione sat. When the book was a foot away from her head, he gave his wand a flick and the book hurdled itself at her. He heard her squeal, probably trying not to scream. She turned around in her chair and looked at Draco.
“What the devil are you after? My reaction?” she spat, just loud enough for him to hear. Draco flicked his hand in a beckoning way.
“I’m not going anywhere near you, ferret!”
He levitated the book near her threateningly.
“Oh I’m so scared,” she said in a sarcastic way. “Leave me alone and get back to your precious Pansy.”