"I can't believe that McGonagall would even dare to pair me up with a filthy Mudblood," Draco muttered to himself.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. They both had been paired up for a Literature project by McGonagall. She had recently taken it upon herself to teach another class along with Transfiguration. Hermione was just as excited as Draco about this assignment. She could only stand this boy's arrogance for so long.
Their assignment was to find one of the most commonly read Muggle books, read it themselves and then do a basic book report on it, retelling the story in their own terms and of their experience in reading the book.
Draco had wandered off into the Restricted Section. A lot of the students would wander off in that direction now that they were seventh years and finally old enough to go in unsupervised.
"What about this?" Hermione heard him say. When she turned around, the first thing in her line of sight was a huge book flying in her direction. Luckily, she ducked in time and the book thudded against the side of the bookshelf that she was standing next to.
"Malfoy!" she gasped. He just smirked at her from where he stood.
"Should've seen it coming, Mudblood."
Hermione sighed.
"What did you find?" she asked, ignoring his remark. Despite what she wanted to say to him, she was trying so hard to keep her feelings for him shut up. If she really said what she was feeling, they would soon be lying there on the floor, dead.
She picked up the book that was currently lying on the floor. It was very dusty and there were a few spots of moss covering the spine of the book. She took one look at the cover and knew the whole story immediately. "Pride and Prejudice" It was a commonly read Muggle book indeed.
"Malfoy, do you even have an idea as to what this book is about?"
"Of course not. The side of the book said Muggle on it. I suppose you've read I though haven't you? Well at least that will make it easier. You can do all the work and just put my name on it won't you?"
"Prat…"
"Mudblood."
"If you think that I would ever do your work for you, then you are gravely mistaken."
Draco's signature smirk suddenly changed into a dark scowl. He picked up his pace from the other side of the library and moved to where Hermione was standing. He was now inches from her face.
Hermione gasped and the book fell onto the floor once again. She could feel the boy's breath on her face now. It was minty. She also had a close-up view of his eyes. His grey pools that held so much mystery in them hat she was almost tempted to ask him. She shook herself out of her thoughts. What was she thinking?
Suddenly his smirk was back, almost as if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Malfoy," she breathed. She had never been in this position before.
"Call me when you're finished with the assignment."
And with that, Draco Malfoy was out of the library.
