They stared into each other's eyes, waiting, hoping. She had to look up,
way up to meet his, while he had only to incline his head to match her
gaze.
"My hands are cold." She extended the extremities in question.
"What do you think this is that stupid Muggle movie we saw in Muggle Studies—what was it, erm…West Side Story? I can't believe that old Bumbling- Bore made Muggle Studies required. What is this school coming to…insufferable old coot." This last was said under the breath of one Draco Malfoy.
"Speaking of insufferable…"Hermione raised her eyebrows pointedly. "Jesus, Malfoy did you pay no attention at all in Magical Medicine? Cold hands are a sign of shock!" Her life had been a living…alright so it wasn't hell...but it sure wasn't heaven either!!! Hmph! She and Malfoy were victims of McGonagall's latest brainchild MEANY (Mutually Edifying Association of iNterhouse Youths). They had been forced to draw partners at random from the names of the students outside their own houses. All of these pairs were then informed, much to their chagrin, that they would be study partners for the remainder of the year. Any twosome ignoring this edict would lose their respective houses 50 points. Hermione (in a stunning display of mediocre luck) had drawn Draco's name. He had been her TORTURE (Temporary Operative RapporT Unifying Rapprochement Edifier) ever since.
"Look Malfoy, believe it or not you and I both need this study time. Since we have, unfortunately, been forbidden to study with anyone else, we may as well make this time useful together." She placed added emphasis on the last word.
"Granger, don't patronize me. Your incessant droning is horrible enough." He turned his back to her and gazed out the window. He groaned. The empty classroom they were using to study had a perfect view of the Quidditch fields. Hermione threw her hands in the air.
"The exam is tomorrow! If you aren't going to study with me, be prepared to fail." With that Hermione plopped down on the floor and tore open Magical Wound and Symptoms, glaring at the silvery-blond head stuck out the window all the while.
"Oh sod off, will you?" Disinterested didn't even begin to describe him. He would rather be anywhere and with anyone else. Ah…he caught sight of an intriguing flash of red hair on a broomstick. That youngest Weasley was shaping into a beauty. Granted, she was an awful pest on the Quidditch fields, had been ever since she had been made a Chaser for the Gryffindor house team—but still, she was lovely. If her brother wasn't such a bloody git…
Draco sighed and withdrew his head. But he was a bloody git. An annoyingly bloody git. Thank the Gods there were plenty of non-Weasley related girls at Hogwarts.
"My hands are cold." She extended the extremities in question.
"What do you think this is that stupid Muggle movie we saw in Muggle Studies—what was it, erm…West Side Story? I can't believe that old Bumbling- Bore made Muggle Studies required. What is this school coming to…insufferable old coot." This last was said under the breath of one Draco Malfoy.
"Speaking of insufferable…"Hermione raised her eyebrows pointedly. "Jesus, Malfoy did you pay no attention at all in Magical Medicine? Cold hands are a sign of shock!" Her life had been a living…alright so it wasn't hell...but it sure wasn't heaven either!!! Hmph! She and Malfoy were victims of McGonagall's latest brainchild MEANY (Mutually Edifying Association of iNterhouse Youths). They had been forced to draw partners at random from the names of the students outside their own houses. All of these pairs were then informed, much to their chagrin, that they would be study partners for the remainder of the year. Any twosome ignoring this edict would lose their respective houses 50 points. Hermione (in a stunning display of mediocre luck) had drawn Draco's name. He had been her TORTURE (Temporary Operative RapporT Unifying Rapprochement Edifier) ever since.
"Look Malfoy, believe it or not you and I both need this study time. Since we have, unfortunately, been forbidden to study with anyone else, we may as well make this time useful together." She placed added emphasis on the last word.
"Granger, don't patronize me. Your incessant droning is horrible enough." He turned his back to her and gazed out the window. He groaned. The empty classroom they were using to study had a perfect view of the Quidditch fields. Hermione threw her hands in the air.
"The exam is tomorrow! If you aren't going to study with me, be prepared to fail." With that Hermione plopped down on the floor and tore open Magical Wound and Symptoms, glaring at the silvery-blond head stuck out the window all the while.
"Oh sod off, will you?" Disinterested didn't even begin to describe him. He would rather be anywhere and with anyone else. Ah…he caught sight of an intriguing flash of red hair on a broomstick. That youngest Weasley was shaping into a beauty. Granted, she was an awful pest on the Quidditch fields, had been ever since she had been made a Chaser for the Gryffindor house team—but still, she was lovely. If her brother wasn't such a bloody git…
Draco sighed and withdrew his head. But he was a bloody git. An annoyingly bloody git. Thank the Gods there were plenty of non-Weasley related girls at Hogwarts.