Hermione Granger sat in front of the mirror, staring at herself and her new straight her. She ran her fingers through the glossy hair and stared at her dark and mysterious eyes. Hermione Granger had become beautiful, sure, she was beautiful before with her bushy hair, but she looked even more beautiful with her straight hair as she settled a few waves into it with a curling iron.
"Bloody hell, Hermione." Ginny Weasley said, walking over to Hermione, "What the hell happened to you?"
"A bit of straightening and hair spray." Hermione omitted a soft sigh as she tugged a hair brush through her hair.
Ginny giggled, "Did you do this for Ron?"
Hermione fell silent, "No, I didn't. I did it for myself." Hermione defended herself.
"Oh." Ginny muttered, turning a bright red, "Sorry for assuming.. just thought you'd be busy studying.."
Hermione jumped up, "OWLS are in a couple of weeks! Bloody hell! I've barely studied, sorry Ginny but I need to go to the library." Hermione quickly exclaimed and grabbed her bag, "See you at the feast Ginny!"
Ginny waved her off, and Hermione practically ran through the corridors. She arrived at the library and settled down at her table, she opened a book and propped her knees up to her chest, getting ready for a long hour of reading. Hermione brushed a piece of hair away from her face and continued to read.
"Having fun, Granger?" Draco Malfoy sneered, pulling a chair out next to her and planting himself in it.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, setting the book down and glaring at him.
"That's no way to talk to me, Granger. I thought you'd be a tad bit nicer considering I didn't say 'hey you filthy mudblood'." Draco grinned and folded his arms over his chest.
"You just did." Hermione said dryly, "Now will you tell me why you're even talking to me?"
"I just love talking to you, Granger. You always make me think twice about things, and I thought we hadn't had a chat in a while, so here we are." Draco smirked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You wouldn't waste your time on me, go find one of your Slytherin girls and have them fawn over you." Hermione snapped, "Just get away from me."
"Jealous, are we?" Draco smirked, he reached for her hand and held it in his own, "But anyways, I wanted to ask you something."
Hermione's snarky remark faded by the sudden touch. She glanced away from the hands and up at Draco, he had a smirk on his face - as always.
"You know that the Winter Ball is coming up, right?" Draco asked, "Well I fancy myself a date. And I thought, why not ask Hermione Granger? I'll make her fall madly in love with me and those other two prats she hangs around with will be pissed. So it's a win win, I get to spend my night with a beautiful girl while pissing them off."
"And what made you think I'd say yes?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side and taking her hand out of his, or trying, because his grip was tight when she tried to tug away.
"I figured you'd say yes after you realized that I could hex Harry and Ron in their sleep." Draco grinned, "Guess who has the Gryffindor password?"
Hermione froze, and she noticed a smile creep over Draco's face at her sudden frozen form.
"So I'll take that as a yes?" Draco asked, standing up and Hermione stood up too.
"Y-You.." Hermione stuttered, unable to find the words, "You slimy git! You did all of that, just to go on a date with me! Didn't think that I'd fancy you, huh?"
Draco grinned and his lips were suddenly fast approaching, and Hermione thought he was going to kiss her, yet he didn't. His lips were by her ear, brushing against her ear with every word he spoke.
"I know you fancy me, Hermione." He whispered, and she almost melted by the way he said her name, "You're just too afraid to admit that you might like me, a Slytherin. And of course you're two boyfriends would probably disown you and kick you to the curb if they found out you fancied me." Draco paused, "Besides, I can tell by the way you melt under my touch." And to prove his point, Draco ran a hand up her arm, and she did, indeed melt.
"What would you say if I kissed you right now?" Draco whispered, his lips playfully tugging at her ear.
Hermione couldn't help but shiver.
"You wouldn't be able to say anything." Draco whispered, his voice barely audible as he pulled away from her, "So I'll see you at Potions, Granger? You'll be my partner today, won't you?"
Hermione tried to collect herself but failed, she couldn't shake the memory of Draco's soft lips against her ear. Draco.. winked at her and walked away.
Damn it Hermione. She sourly thought at herself.
Hermione was still trying to shake the encounter with Draco out of her mind at the feast, she could feel his eyes bearing into her back. She was afraid if she turned around and stared back - that she'd just melt under his gaze. She had to bite her lip and tap her foot to keep from doing so.
"What's wrong with you 'Mione? You seem a bit on edge ever since you came back from the library." Ron grumbled, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Yeah, I noticed that too. Did something happen? Did you find out that you need to study a entire new subject for the OWLS?" Harry asked, leaning forward in his chair.
Hermione sighed, "It was Malfoy." She muttered, "He came to the Library and threatened you two, he said he'd leave you guys alone if I went to the Winter Ball with him."
"That prat! I'll kill him - I swear I will!" Ron burst, standing up but Harry tugged him down.
"You didn't say yes did you?" Harry asked her, his eyes trained on Hermione.
Hermione glanced down, "I didn't exactly...say anything.." A bright blush spread across her cheeks and she shot a glance towards Draco, his eyes were now trained on his food now and he wasn't staring at her. But Draco felt her stare on him, he glanced up and gave Hermione a grin. She flushed and turned around.
"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron nearly choked on his potatoes, "What the? What did Malfoy even say to you?"
"I'm going to be his partner in Potions." Hermione quickly whipped out the words, "And please don't be mad or anything, just let me deal with it. You guys can't battle my battles for me."
"But this is, Malfoy!" Harry snapped, "I reckon that you'd need a little help with that."
A grin broke out on Ron's face, "I reckon that we have a little..bet." Ron said, staring at Hermione.
"And what exactly would this bet be?" Hermione asked, leaning forward, suddenly interested.
"Make Draco fall in love with you, if you can't.. then, you've got to snog me." Ron grinned, "If you can, well, I'll show up to the winter ball with Harry."
Hermione nearly choked on laughter, "You and Harry? You know that'd give the wrong impression to everyone.. you know what? Deal!" Hermione grinned.
Hermione sat next to Draco in potions.
"I knew you couldn't get enough of me." Draco grinned, turning to stare at her, "Want to help me with my assignment, Granger?"
Hermione gave him a smile, "Sure." She said, leaning close to him and looking at his sheet, "The answer is in the question.. you see." She said, gingerly rubbing her finger against the sentence.
Draco nodded, "Mmm. I bet it is." Draco smirked, but he wasn't looking at the paper, he was looking at Hermione, his eyes trailing her body.
"The answer would be a boggart." Hermione said, and Draco hastily scribbled it down.
"You should be my partner more often, I reckon we'll be done within minutes and Snape will let us leave early." Draco grinned.
And he turned out to be right, in a few minutes, they left the classroom early and walked down the corridor, Hermione was about to head off into the Gryffindor wing when Draco grabbed her arm.
"I know about your bet with, Weasley." Draco muttered, "And it's not going to work."
Hermione smiled, "Is it?" She said, pulling herself a little closer to him, "I think it will." She muttered, tugging him down by the collar so her lips were by his ear, "Remember what you asked me earlier? What would you say if I kissed you right now? I'd say, bring it on." She whispered, leaving a soft kiss under his ear.
Draco then pulled away from her and wrapped his arms around her waist and shoved his lips against hers. His tongue circling in her mouth, hungry as it tangled with Hermione's. Draco shoved her up against the wall, the kiss itself was hungry and desperate, and when they pulled away, they were gasping for air.
"You know what, Granger? I think I'll play along with your little bet." Draco grinned, pulling her against him, "Let's see who falls first."
YAY! DRAMIONE FIC! :D