He was bored.
He had nothing to do.
Nothing except to anger Herm.. GRANGER. He silently berated himself for almost saying her name. It was supposed to be Granger or mudblood. Only that and nothing more. She was beneath him and he shouldn't use her name because of that. She wasn't worthy of that... right?
Why is it so quiet? I don't even hear her bemoaning that we don't have homework. What the hell is happening? Draco soon found himself in front of the Head Girl's room... Granger's room. He whispered the password ("Veela blood") which he had learned from a few of his spies (Author looks pointedly at Lavender and Parvati.).
He saw her bent on her mahogany study table with a dark green notebook and a weird stick something... (to readers: he's talking about a G-tech pen) writing. He silently sneaked behind her and read the first line when she turned back to look at him.
"Do you always sneak into other people's room or am I just special?"
"Really Granger. You give yourself too much credit..." Although writing how you hate me makes ME feel special. Draco thought as his eyes continued to skim down the lines.
"Well, aren't you leaving, Malfoy?" Granger asked him angrily, her eyes sparking passion and anger. Unless you give me a good shag... What the hell? Fuck! I'm actually thinking of shagging the MUDBLOOD. Damnit.
"Not really mublood..." I'm actually deciding whether to throw you to the bed over there or shagging you mercilessly on that hard table "...just wondering why I'd be the subject of your thoughts...." And why the image of you in bed is starting to sound really appealing "Or were you bored with Potty and Carrot? Too good for you or maybe they were too busy with their sluts?" He eyed her silk nightie... Not bad, not bad at all... He couldn't help letting an amused smile play on his face for a while.
"Shut up, Malfoy! I'm not really in th..." He stopped her ever growing tirade with a kiss, that he wanted desperately to turn to a snog. That would be really nice. Of course, that was before she slapped him. Just like in third year.
"Don't ever try that again, Malfoy..." He distantly heard her warn... but his mind was elsewhere... well it would be if she didn't glare at him as if he was Voldemort, himself.
"Whatever, Granger. And by the way, I like your outfit..." Though I think I'd like you better naked... on MY bed. "...is there a possibility I'd see you in it when I barge in next time..." She flung one of her pillows at him, obviously trying, keyword is TRYING, to throw it towards his smirking face. But it seems she's not that good at targeting people... He caught it even before it hit him, and placed it on a nearby chair before giving her a mocking bow. Like a knight to a princess...
He was bored.
But at least I got to ignite her fury without having curses thrown back at me. And at least I got to KISS her. Maybe next time I'd be lucky enough to get away without receiving a slap.
THE END (hopefully)