It's difficult working together with the person you hate. Even more so, when you're living together. Draco's Head Boy, Hermione's Head Girl... together they discover the fine line between hate and love. Non- HBP compliant.

It's difficult working together with the person you hate. Even more so, when you're living together. Draco's Head Boy, Hermione's Head Girl... together they discover the fine line between hate and love. Non- HBP compliant.

“Don’t cross the line, Mudblood,” he whispered, loud enough only for her to hear. “You could lose your position after last night’s little stunt, we both know it!”

“Why are you going to wash your hands?”
“There’s blood on them, Malfoy, your blood –”

It's difficult working together with the person you hate. Even more so, when you're living together. Draco's Head Boy, Hermione's Head Girl... together they discover the fine line between hate and love. Non- HBP compliant.

It's difficult working together with the person you hate. Even more so, when you're living together. Draco's Head Boy, Hermione's Head Girl... together they discover the fine line between hate and love. Non- HBP compliant.

“You’re messed up, Granger.”

 “Only because you’ve made me that way,” she replied, no longer caring what she said or how she sounded. He was as messed up as her. So who gave a knut?

She rolled her eyes, as she fought off her own nausea. The room...the whole room smelt of –

“Right, Malfoy, I can see just how busy you are,” she retorted scathingly. Unsure of whether to step forward, and too tempted to step back for that to even be a consideration, she stayed where she was.

“Fuck what she told me, damnit! I am not your toy or your slave, or your plaything, you get that? I have a life too, I have a life outside of you, too!”

“And what about my life?”

Ron pouted. “Can’t believe you’re choosing a book over me. That just strokes a man’s ego.” Then, getting serious, he said, “Look, I know you’re a big girl, and you can take care of yourself very well, and all that…but if –if he ever does anything to hurt you, Harry and I are always here for you. He is Slytherin after all, no matter what he says or does.”

Hermione’s heart started pounding. How did Ron –? “Malfoy?” she asked weakly.

“Granger,” he drawled, still managing to convey his anger, “if you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked.”

“I wouldn’t want to see you naked if you were the last person on earth!” she yelled, dropping her hand for a split-second before realising that he still hadn’t covered himself up. He seemed to have no problem with his state of undress.

“Your little study date. The one you were having right now, with little-Miss-Ravenclaw there.”

“It wasn’t a study date, I was tutoring her.”

“Funny, she seemed to be staring at you more than at whatever she was supposed to be learning from you.”

“I’m not defending him; I’m supporting Hermione’s decision! Which is what you should be doing!”

“I can’t support her decision, I hate Malfoy!”

“You slept with Malfoy?” Hermione voiced her thoughts weakly.

Lavender smiled. “Twice. He is so gorgeous.”

“Too bad he’s such a git,” Ginny murmured.

“Not in bed, he’s not,” Lavender gushed. Parvati giggled. Hermione wanted to retch.