FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THE SERPENT

Author: Angra Moraes – Angy

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Translator: Fabianne Paixão Xavier

Beta Reader: Emily Taylor (Backroads)


Disclaimer: Some characters, places and citations are J.K. Rowling owned. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 1:

Little Competition

Hermione's point of view (Hr POV)

Dear Diary,

It's incredible I try to put down in words the sixteen years old Gryffindor's memories. I've already tried to write in a diary many times before, but I was unsuccessful. From now on, though, I promise to dedicate some time to it everyday!

Today I arrived at Hogwarts and, for the first time, I'm honestly not willing to write because my first day in the place I love was terribly uncomfortable. My mother had the brilliant idea of having a baby today of all days! That's why I was alone at Platform 9¾, waiting for Harry and Ron, who seemed like they would never come… and they didn't.

I entered the train alone and faced the prospect of spending the rest of the trip alone. Arghhh! How I hate that word! Could this trip get any worse? Sure it could! Simply appeared the most loathsome and insufferable blond in the entire wizard world - Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly, he was alone. A bigger surprise: he was smiling! And an even bigger surprise: he didn't start with the words "Look, if it isn't the Mudblood!" In fact, it was just the opposite. After he had smirked at me, he sat down before me. Then he stated as matter of fact:

"Granger! Alone, aren't you?"

Already irritated, I snapped at him. "What do you want Malfoy? I'm not in the mood today so don't piss me off!"

The bloody wanker smirked. Again. And then he spoke: "Where are your little friends, Granger? Did they realize you are nothing more than a despicable Mudblood?"

I knew it the whole time. There was just a slight delay before that son of a bitch had to open his mouth.

I said, "Did you come here just to tell me this? Can't you spend a year without picking on me? Leave me alone, Malfoy! You are nothing without your bodyguards near! Don't you have a sense of self-preservation?"

But did the git give up so soon? Of course not; on the contrary, he stood his ground and just laughed.

"And what are you going to do, Granger?" He continued. "Will you hit me with one of your books?"

"Do you really think I wouldn't do that?" I said, shooting my most dangerous smile at him.

Why did I have to do that? The next moment, the ferret had pulled me by my wrist, lifting me up next to him. He had put on a cold, intimidating face.

"So hit me, Granger." He snarled. "Just like you did in our third year. Go on, hit me! Because you won't have a better opportunity."

The prat really was challenging me! And I don't know what happened to me because I didn't hit him. He gave me a look that made me want to bludgeon him to death! God, I must be so stupid! Not just stupid, totally Idiot!

"So, Granger, hit me." Said Malfoy.

"Let me go, Malfoy, because if I hit you I won't be sorry, but you will!" I snapped with the most confident voice that I could (at any rate, confidence wasn't my cup of tea under the circumstances that the conversation took place in).

"I'm dying of fear!" He said, our noses almost touching.

My nausea increased, and so did my anger. For heaven's sake, it was just a blow. A blow! Why didn't my arm obey me? What the hell was going on at that time?

He grinned once more, and let me go with a triumphant expression on his face. It was at that moment I resumed thinking rationally; it seems like my brain leaves my body when I need it the most. My reason disappears and I do and speak things I normally wouldn't. I can't believe that I missed that chance! Stupid me!

The git started speaking again: "I don't blame you, Granger, girls get really nervous around me. They are too afraid of me to hit me or resist me when I do something like that to them."

His voice sounded cynical. I'd felt my finger nails scratch my right-hand. And I didn't even say anything to him. What the hell could I say? He was right; I didn't hit him because I felt nervous, not because I was too afraid to retaliate. If I do resist something, it is the great desire to shoot a Cruciatus at him. And believe me when I say that I only didn't do that in fear of being expelled from school… But lately I have wondered which is worth more.

"But I'm not here for this, Granger," said Draco.

"I'm so curious," I intoned, my voice dripping with sarcasm, unable to say anything else after my surge of stupidity.

"I'm here because Professor McGonagall wants to speak with us when we arrive at Hogwarts. We have to go straight to her office."

"And why would she send you to notify me?" I asked him, not entirely believing what he was saying. "There are others ways of-"

"My father and I met her at the Ministry, and she asked me to talk to you."

McGonagall wanting to speak with me and with Malfoy at the same time? No, that doesn't seem right. It doesn't fit. Nothing which shows Malfoy as a protagonist seems right!

That bastard seemed to guess my thoughts.

"You must be wondering what she would want to speak about with the both of us. I don't have the slightest idea of what would include an attractive Syltherin like me and an odd Mudblood like you."

It was as if he WANTED me to murder him. I think he woke up on the wrong side of his bed today, with a few suicidal ideas.

I may be stupid, but I'm not an idiot. I pushed him to the wall and pointed my wand at his neck. He didn't appear to be afraid at all; on the contrary, he got what he wanted: to irritate me.

He looked at me with that cynical and triumphant smile for a long time. For Merlin's Sake, was his father the new Headmaster of Hogwarts? Why the hell didn't he stop smiling? I stood there, waiting for his reaction; he must've been thinking of one, because it didn't come. That's ok, I thought. I'm patient, I can wait, as I would give him a blow and it would worth an offence. But the response didn't come! He was smiling like a Muggle Beauty Queen.

I couldn't stand waiting and I had to ask:

"What the hell are you smiling about?"

"You love me Granger… you really love me...and you've not even had realized that," he said.

I was floored. "What? Are you insane?" I shouted at him.

Argh, I am going to thrash him. That wretched, meddlesome, putrid, loathsome, stupid, air-headed, stinking conceited, beastly, boorish, cynical git! The worm! The imbecile, son of a bitch! Prat! The Skeeter-ish beast! Have I said imbecile yet?

I think he could read my thoughts DIDN'T that asshole stop laughING?!

"You know what, Granger?" he asked, "You are much too unfriendly. I know that it must be nerve-wracking to love such a handsome guy like me and be unrequited in your love. I don't blame you but you have to lay off, I'm sorry."

"MALFOY," I thundered with all my womanly strength, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU SMUG FERRET! I COULD NEVER LOVE A STUPID PRAT LIKE YOU! GO BACK TO THE SERPENT'S DEN YOU CAME FROM!

"Let me tell you something, Granger..." the insufferable prat started to say.

Ok! I had an outburst! And I still can't believe my arm didn't hit him. Was I paralyzed?

But he didn't tell me anything. The train stopped and he simply said "Lay off, Mudblood" and left the compartment. Have you idea about what just happened? I SPENT MY ENTIRE TRIP WITH THAT FERRET … AND ALL THIS BECAUSE OF HARRY AND RON! THOSE IDIOTS BE DAMNED! They're going to regret ever dragging me into this Malfoy-hating mess!

I didn't watch The Sorting ceremony. I slipped straight into Professor McGonagall's Office. I was hungry, mad, worried about the boys (who didn't appear). I was tired and I had one of those headaches that only Malfoy can give me. I knocked at the door, and I was asked to come in. And guess who were there? Harry and Ron, those jackasses! I had to control myself to not wring their necks!

"Just a minute Miss Granger," said McGonagall.

The two traitors looked at me, grinning just like they usually did. They were quite dirty; I wished they had fallen in a lake of leeches inside the Dark Forest.

"You both know that what you have done is a gross error!" McGonagall said with a dry voice that meant "shut-up-and-listen-to-me". Both boys straightened up their faces and nodded in agreement.

I heard chuckles coming from a corner behind me. I couldn't believe that Malfoy was there! I barely remembered that she wanted to speak with the two of us. I refused myself to face him, for I didn't trust my good sense at that moment. In my state of nerves I would have cast a wonderful, useful Cruciatus on him in front of the Vice-Headmistress.

"How could you could come in your own broomsticks without permission for flying by yourselves, let alone this war we are passing through?" She admonished. "Although I know you meant well…"

McGonagall's blah-blah-blah continued for fifteen more minutes. FIFTEEN! Even though that old witch had told me it would last just one. Oh my! I'm disrespecting a Professor! I bet it was because of Malfoy's presence, it always affect me.

Speaking about that loathsome blond, he hadn't stop laughing. Watching the way he smiled I could tell that some of his laughs ware directed at me.

Good Merlin, someone, please take him to anywhere else far away from me. I beg it! I'm too young to be arrested in Azkaban!

Therewith, the two traitors left the room. They passed by me, grinning. All I think about was what I would do with those grinning once I was in the Common Room.

"Ah, yeah... Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy. Please, take a seat", Professor McGonagall said, gesturing to two seats.

She had asked us to sit down, which meant that whatever she wanted to tell us wouldn't be anything serious. After all, Harry and Ron wasn't sit down, at least, when I arrived here they were standing up .I wonder if they were afraid of McGonagall letting out fire through her mouth; well, it was what seemed to happen every time when she got nervous. To tell you the truth, I've always suspected she had some relationship with the Dragon Harry faced in fourth year.

"Well, it is public knowledge that because of this War around our world the usage of Owl Post was forbidden in order to guarantee the safety of our owls and keep He who-must-not-be-named unaware of our information. In fact, that was the reason why I wasn't able to report to you on your new charges." She paused looking from one to another. "You were named Prefects of your own houses." She said with delight. "The two of you had attained to the highest grades in the last twenty years in Hogwarts!" McGonagall said proudly.

"Consequentially, one of you can become a Head, since you both are perfectly capable and worthy. But, it became impossible for us to decide which one would be named. Therefore, we determined that this will be up to you. Hogwarts will be performing a play in the Halloween Ball. You will join this play. The one who is the more successful at it will get the charge.

McGonagall was much too serious. She seemed to be sending us on an Order of the Phoenix's mission. Did I hear that correctly? First, I was a prefect. Second, I was given the opportunity to beat Malfoy, give him orders and chastise him under the Headmistress support.

Happiness ran all over my body. But such happiness was cut off as I realized what that really meant; I would have to join at a play. I hate to show up and, though nobody believed it, I am very shy. I couldn't do that, I hated acting! I glanced at Malfoy and he too seemed to be thinking about it. I'm sure it would be much easier for him, the most pompous and foul boy of Hogwarts.

He turned his head to look at me with a triumphant smile. He looked like he had realized that it would be a piece of cake. But I won't let him win so easily. I would be hard to catch up with. I know it was for a noble cause: to chastise and humiliate Draco Malfoy.

I'm wondering if it is just an impression or have all the pages in this diary been about him? That asshole! He has stolen even my diary's attention.

So, Diary, continuing that conversation with McGonagall, she said:

"There is another thing I wish to point out. Half of your grade's average in History of Magic will depend on your performance at the play. What that means is that if you do not act, you will fail."

She had gone overboard with that. What nonsense! How could someone fail History of Magic for not being able to act? All I felt in that moment was still a great desired to attack Malfoy with the helpful Cruciatus and I wouldn't let McGonagall watch it. She had passed the limit when she menaced my grade!

"But Professor, I-" I tried to say. Poor me! It was naïve for me to think that she would listen to me.

"No buts, Miss. Granger. Now you can return to supper. That's all and congratulations to you both."

Supper? Go back to supper? She was totally crazy. First of all, who said we were at the supper? Wait, there is no we, I was at the supper. I will never talk about Malfoy and I as "we" even when we are in the same situation it would never be a we.

But them my stomach rumbled. I was starving. I could eat a whole zebra.

Malfoy and I left the room side by side. And when we were out of McGonagall's office he spoke:

"So Granger…"

Why had he the mania of always starting a statement with So Granger?

"Are you ready to humiliate yourself in front of Hogwarts? Let alone fail History of Magic and of course, the most important, to follow all my orders" he said grinning.

He said the last sentence with a malicious tone. I tried to look confident and let out a smirk, the one I copied from him. This wasn't good!

"Malfoy, I won't be shame of anything. My artistic skills are much better than yours. I assure you of that", I lied. I was never capable of lying for more than ten minutes not mentioning acting for more than one hour and a half. I let out an internal laugh and continued.

"Let alone fail in History of Magic, and please, Malfoy, don't deceive yourself with the possibility of being a Head, because this charge is already mine."

"Are you challenging me, Granger?" he asked, incredulous.

"Oh no, my victory is already assured, there is no challenging."

"I wouldn't be so certain about that, Mudblood."

I couldn't stand that! I stopped in front of him wearing my most defiant smile and asked. "What if we make a bet? That who loses will do whatever the winner orders.

"Granger, at all events, when I became the Head Boy you will do whatever I ask you to do."

At that point I had to admit he was right. It was stupid.

"I'll be the Head Girl, Malfoy, ether you like it or not.

"Well, tomorrow we'll see how good an actress you are, won't we?" He sneered at me.

"I think you won't need to join the play, I don't believe that a ferret is necessary", I teased him.

"Well, at least, you will contribute to the play, even without acting at all. I am sure they don't need a know-it-all, but certainly they can use your hair as a stage-broom."

Stage-broom? Honestly, he had lost his sense of self-preservation? "I will kill you, Malfoy", I groaned. How I hate him! He knows he has affected and lighted.

"I'll see you at the theater, Granger!"

Conclusion: First, that conversation spoilt my appetite so instead of headed to the Great hall for supper I went straight to the dormitory. Second, I had forgotten to kill Harry and Ron so you can say they are very lucky people. Third, I will have to stand Malfoy every day in classes, I will have to endure him every night as prefect's duty, and then look at his disgusting face at the theater. What that mean was that being named Head Girl now is something as important as passing on the NEWT's.

Once I am in charge I will humiliate him. I deserve to feel such happiness.

For Merlin's sake, he thinks I love him! I'm sure the gel he used on his hair affected his mind. Though he doesn't use it anymore, which made him more handsome. But it doesn't matter. As his hair, his brain also became completely lax!

I, Hermione Granger, in love with him? As if I liked serpents! That loathsome, pompous, spoilt milk! Poor thing, he probably has lost his mind. What such an unbeloved person he must be to think that I, the person who hates him more than anyone else, might possibly want anything to do with him.

Changing the subject and talking about Harry and Ron, both of them will face me tomorrow. Now that I'm a prefect I can give them detentions. Detentions like burnishing the trophies of Hogwarts. So that way they will learn to never again leave me alone at Hogwarts Express to risk spending my entire trip with that stinky Malfoy!

The girls entered the dormitory so I'm going to tell them the news and get some sleep. It seems like I haven't slept for ages. Malfoy has the power to mess up my life.

Today I felt like killing four people. I think I have PMS (Pre Malfoy Stress).

To be continued.

N/T: Hi Guys, this is one of my favorites stories Draco/Hermione. This is the first book of FILWTS series. There are three books completed and the author is working on 4th book. Well, if you like this story you will like the other one I'm translating: "Life is Made of Choices" by Mickky. Wich is also a series with three books completed and the 4th book in progress.

Special thanks to my amazing Beta Emily Taylor(Backroads). You made this story legible! And thanks to Moupi who also helped me with this chapter.

Please, please please review and earn my eternal gratitude!

Fabi