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Any italized words are peoples thoughts.
"Don't you tell me what to do." Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Golden Girl, said as she glared at him.
Placing her hands on her hips she added, "And I'd appreciated it if you stayed out of my love life."
Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, could only stand and stare in the middle of their shared Head's common room. However his shock quickly wore off and he was across the room in a blink of an eye, pinning her to the wall next to the fireplace. His hands grabbed her hips, he growled, "And I'd appreciate it if you didn't snog Saint Potter right in front of me."
Struggling beneath him, Hermione placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away but to no success. Stupid quiddith, had to make him strong and muscular. She couldn't believe where her thoughts were going, especially at a time like this. Clearing her mind, she continued to glare at him, "I wasn't snogging him in front of you." She said through clenched teeth. "Besides why do you even care ferret boy!"
Draco's grip on her hips tightened causing her to let out a yelp. In all honesty he had no idea why he cared so much, he racked his mind to come up with an explanation. Could it be cause he liked her? That's ridiculous! Shaking his head, he let go of her hips and stepped away from her. "Just don't do it anymore, I might have to start using a spell to clean out my memories." He replied with his trademark sneer before storming off to his bedroom.
Letting out a sigh, Hermione slid down the wall and sat on the ground with her legs tucked close to her chest. Out of all the seven years Malfoy had tormented her, this was the first time she was actually afraid of him. The hatred that was had burned in his eyes as he held her scarred her soul. However she noticed something underneath the hatred, jealousy. Draco Malfoy jealous of Harry Potter because he was snogging me? It sounded deranged!
Getting up from the floor, she dusted herself off and walked to her room. Before walking in, she looked across the hall to the Head Boy's room which was housing the Slytherin on her mind. Letting out another sigh, she walked into her room and closed the door tightly behind her.