same as above

Hermione tore her hands away from his smooth grasp and leaned forward so that they were mere inches apart and with unwavering determination retorted, “Harry doesn’t need anything to impress people. And he doesn’t have to prove anything because, scar or no scar, he will always be a better man than you.”

Snap out of it! What would Salazar think if he could see you now gawking at Hermione Bloody Granger? Placing his head in his hands, he let out a groan and fell onto his bed and tried his hardest from imagining himself as a fly on the bathroom wall right now but failed miserably. All he could see was that willowy figure clad in nothing but lacy black underwear.

“Ha ha,” she said sarcastically and leaned back in her chair and looked him straight in the eye, “I need your help with French and you need help with potions. As long as we’re here, we’ll help each other out, discreetly of course and nobody has to know about any of our…”

 

“Trickeries? Deceits? Falsehoods? Nasty indiscretions? He offered smugly.

 

“Actually, I was thinking of ‘shortcomings’ but nasty really captures your essence,” she grinned.

Sensing Hermione’s growing agitation at Draco’s taunting, Jasper took the opportunity to reach over and twine his fingers through hers and kiss her below the ear. These simple gestures finally put an end to Draco’s laughing. Hermione nervously looked at both boys, from Draco’s well-disguised bitterness to Jasper’s triumph but she did not pull her hand away, drawn to the warmth of his hand.

Am I happy acting like nothing happened between us? Draco thought pensively. I’m sure I’ll never forget this, but what about her? What will she do when we get back to England? Keep on acting like nothing happened, tell Potter and Weasley, go back to hating me?

 

“Trust me, you won’t be disappointed,” was her reply. He waited, pacing up and down in front of her door, still hyped-up from their stellar performance when he heard the door click open and he turned round. He had to remember to suck in breath and he placed his hands on the banister behind him to steady himself.

Without warning, the friend seemed like he was about to stick his head through the shield and Hermione opened her mouth to utter a gasp. Draco caught sight of her and urgently pulled her to him and placed his hand over her mouth.

Draco cut her off mid-sentence. “I don’t care about you or anything you have to say. Why don’t you just run back to your little boyfriend.” He sneered vindictively.

Draco took a deep breath trying to get some much-needed oxygen to his hyperventilating brain. It didn’t work.  
“Damn it, Granger!” He growled.

“Because he’s innocent,” Gabriella replied again in that convincing, sugary voice. Her eyes flickered to Harry for a second before they returned to Ron. Ron was so taken aback by her abruptness that he sat quite still for some time, simply staring at her.

“Weasley,” Draco snarled, his voice low and dangerous. This was the man that had thrown him in here without a trial; he hated him with a passion. His schoolboy hatred of Weasley had increased tenfold since he had thrown him in here and his abhorrence was so evident, he was almost giving off an aura that would burn if approached too closely.

“It’s wrong.” she replied.

“How can something that feels so right, be so wrong?” he asked incredulously.

“Just because it feel right, doesn’t mean it is morally right!” she spat vehemently. “I told you before, Jasper to control yourself because when you lose control so do I, and I don’t want to do something I will regret for the rest of my life?”