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This is War

Don't try to explain your mind, I know what's happening here

One minute it's love and suddenly it's a battlefield

"Mudblood!" Draco Malfoy yelled, pushing Hermione to the side, staring in awe at his blistering hands, "What have you done?!"

Professor Snape slipped from the room unnoticed, ignoring the argument that was erupting between his two best students.

One word turns into war

Why is it the smallest things that tear us down?

My world's nothing when you don't

I'm not here without a shield

Can't go back now

Clenching her fists, Hermione growled at Draco, a deep fire alight in her eyes. "It wasn't me, it was Neville!"

Neville quivered to her right, eyeing Draco nervously, watching as his pale face reddened. He glared fiercely at Hermione taking a step closer, towering several inches over her. His grey eyes sliced straight through her.

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing

Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again

Why we gotta fall for it now

"No, no." He muttered, his eyes never leaving hers, "Don't blame your mistake on someone else, take responsibility, filthy Mudblood bitch." Hermione bit her tongue, resisting the livid retaliation that was washing over her.

"I didn't do it, why would I bother?" she hissed in response, her fists trembling, "I have better things to do than start a fight with you, Malfoy."

I never meant to start a war

You know I never wanna hurt you

Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like a battlefield?

Draco didn't respond; his stare retained its anger as he watched Hermione's eyes flicker right. He could see her take a fleeting look at Neville, and she didn't hide her annoyance. The class around them waited with bated breath, silence.

Can't swallow our pride

Neither of us wanna raise that flag

If we can't surrender we're both gonna lose

What we had, oh no

Unclasping her hand slowly, Hermione latched it around the wand in her pocket. Draco noticed this, but didn't reach into his pocket – her fit of anger exciting him. Within seconds, the wooden point was forced against his neck.

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing

Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again

Why we gotta fall for it now

Hermione watched Draco's reaction: surprise, with the bare hints of worry. Stepping closer, she allowed herself the liberty of a taunting smirk, one that matched Draco's usual one perfectly. "Granger..." Draco started, his voice unusually quiet.

I never meant to start a war

You know I never wanna hurt you

Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like a battlefield?

Quick as a flash, Draco pulled out his wand and grabbed Hermione's wrist, pulling it away from his neck, his grip like a vice. She gasped. He relished in the sound, manoeuvring her around the desk until her back touched the cold stone wall. Gently, he slid the wand from her fingers, amazed at how easily she gave up. He placed it on the desk next to him, still watching her.

I guess you better go get your armour, get your armour

You better go get your armour, get your armour

You better go get your

Hermione, trapped, returned Draco's glare for a moment. Then she lunged, snatching her wand from the desk and sending a vicious curse soaring through the air, "Confringo!" she yelled, watching as Draco Malfoy was slammed back into a desk.

"Granger!" he barked, scrambling to his feet, his wand discarded on the floor. He ducked to his knees as Hermione fired another curse at him, and grabbed her legs, dragging her to the floor.

"Get off me!" Hermione screamed, her wand skidding across the floor. Panting, Draco held her kicking limbs to the ground. Hermione writhed for a few seconds, before exhaling angrily, staring daggers at Draco, whose gaze had softened substantially.

We could pretend that we are friends tonight

And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright

Cause baby we don't have to fight

And I don't want this love to feel like a battlefield

Like a battlefield

Relaxing his grip somewhat, Draco glanced around at the shocked faces of his classmates: Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years. Hermione turned as the classroom door opened, and through the threshold Snape entered, watching the scene with annoyance.

"Get off the floor, detention for both of you for causing an affray!"

I never meant to start a war

You know I never wanna hurt you

Don't even know what we're fighting for

Why does love always feel like a battlefield?

Releasing Hermione, Draco reached for his wand, pocketing it. Hermione climbed to her feet, dusting off her robes, staring at her feet. Her jaw dropped as Draco handed her her abandoned wand, not looking at her. She accepted it, ignoring both of their stares.

"Class dismissed, all of you, get out." Snape snarled, pointing towards the door. Moments later, he instructed Draco and Hermione out of the class, slamming the door behind them.

"You ready?" Draco whispered, turning on Hermione, his wand poised.

I guess you better go get your armour, get your armour

You better go get your armour, get your armour

Get your armour

Sighing, Hermione shook her head. "No, it's over." She muttered, the fire in her eyes gone, "Go to the Hospital Wing and forget about it."

Draco lowered his wand, his jaw slacking, barely noticeable in the gloom of the dungeons.

Why does love feel like?

Why does love always feel like?

A battlefield, a battlefield

"Fine." Draco replied, stuffing his wand in his robes, "You're only giving up because you know I'll beat you in a duel."

"No, you won't win, I won't win." Hermione whispered, "Just..."

I never meant to start a war

Don't even know what we're fighting for

I never meant to start a war

Don't even know what we're fighting for

Walking away, Hermione shook her head once again, her feet drag their way out of the corridor and into the light of the Entrance Hall; leaving Draco staring at her retreating figure, very much confused.

A/N: Hey, what do you think? Please give me a quick review, doesn't have to be anything special, just to tell me what you think. Thanks to all those that already do, and those that will in the future. Oh and a shout out to Jamie-Spelled-Weird, you rock, my Dramione matey! x x x x