I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING AND THE TITLE IS BASED OFF A LINE FROM HEY JUDE BY THE BEATLES!
I haven't written anything for a while and it was making me suffer from withdrawals. So here it is, my first Harry Potter fanfiction to be posted on the site. I hope you like it! I'm taking my writing class again so there is going to be plenty more fanfictions where this came from.
Make It Better
Hermione glanced at an irate looking Draco Malfoy. They were partners in today's potions class. They were making Amortentia together, how gag worthy. Apparently, she was annoying him just as much as he was annoying her. He complained about her bush of a hair that he swore a moth flew out of and she, in return, came up with the best insult she could.
"Well, you smell like green apples." It had always bothered her, the way he would sit in the Great Hall and stick his nose up at all the wonderful food that the House Elves worked hard at preparing for everyone. Instead, he would reach for any nearby knife, be it steak or butter, and cut up as many as six green apples while pilfering away two in each pocket. He made her sick to her stomach, enraged, and something else that she was still trying to figure out.
He raised an eyebrow and returned to their cauldron. Hermione sighed and decided to let him do all the work for once. She smiled when she glimpsed around the room, feeling particularly rebellious that she wasn't doing her part in the potion, and saw Harry's glasses reflecting light in her direction. She gave him a bright smile and made a face in Draco's direction when he scoffed at her. She frowned when she saw Colin Creevey taking his camera out and "discreetly" placing it under the other female student's robes. He had been bumped up to their year because he was so smart, but for the life of her Hermione couldn't understand why he would do something so stupid. She immediately looked away when he got caught by a sixth year Slytherin, not wanting to see how bad she was going to hex him.
"It's done." Draco drawled in that haughty voice of his, making Hermione's skin crawl. She forced a sickly sweet smile on her face.
They leaned in to sniff the potion at the same time. He butted her head out of the way with his own and was mortified at what he smelled. Hermione rubbed her forehead; it was going to bruise from where his thick head and gelled helmet hair had hit her. She pushed his shoulder and scrunched her face, wondering what had went wrong and hoping this was just another subject she would best him at. But all she smelt was freshly mowed grass, spearmint, new parchment, and... green apples. She knocked the potion to the floor and left. Draco stayed behind to look at the burnt and overused bottom of the leaking cauldron. He thought about it, and after awhile, he decided to go after her.