Chapter 1 - Potions Class
Hermione was full of loathing towards Draco, so when she was forced to pair up with him in potions class with the threat of losing 40 house points looming over her head, she was far from pleased.
Slowly, he sidled up to her, his blonde hair swaying with each footstep he took. "Hello, Granger" he drawled in a sickeningly sweet voice, "You're looking fantastically plain as always". Hermione sniffed in discontent at the last comment "I see that you're just as obnoxious as always, Malfoy" she retorted, not one to be outdone.
Draco smirked as he took out his almost untouched potions book (This was most likely because he always relied on Zambini to concoct their potions Hermione mused to herself), "Shall we begin, or are you waiting for the Chamber of Secrets to open again?" He poked her lightly "Enemies of the heir, beware!" he hissed. Losing her train of thought, Hermione raised her eyebrow and suppressed a grin, "Yes I suppose we best start soon before you use all your brain power on witty remarks" Draco too, suppressed a grin. "I aim to please Granger" was all he said before sauntering off to the supplies cupboard.
Hermione found herself watching the young Slytherin as he helped himself to the best ingredients to the protests of three Hufflepuff girls. This irked her: only last week had she been pushed out the way by Draco; losing her balance she had fallen onto the hard stone floor and had a purple bruise to show for it.
"MALFOY!" She shouted. Everyone turned to face her. "You put those ingredients back or at least give them to Hannah and her friends" she narrowed her eyes. "Yes Ma'am!" he rolled his eyes, did a mock salute, shoved the ingredients into Hannah's hands and continued his hunt for the next best ingredients.
She felt good; her Gryffindor courage had finally made an appearance.
Malfoy sauntered back over to their work station and threw the ingredients onto the desk. Hermione glared at him as best she could although it was hard to do so when someone so devastatingly handsome stood in front of her.
"So, Malf... I mean, Draco. Would you like me to take control of our potion to ensure it goes right or do you care to surprise me and actually create a better potion than I?" Draco looked up and let out a soft sigh "Ah, Miss Granger, you may like to take control, but I however do not enjoying being submissive…" Hermione could have sworn she saw a glint in Draco's eye and felt her cheeks flush. "Honestly Draco, think with your head for 10 minutes, please!" She replied huffily, although even she could not deny his comment had made her cheeks redden slightly.
The time passed and Hermione was proved wrong; the Slytherin had clearly been holding back in potions class for he chopped up slugs tails and flicked his wand expertly as if he himself were the potions master. Odd, Hermione thought to herself, how Draco looked up every now and again for Hermione's approval on his previous actions.
"So Granger" Draco smiled "Will I receive praise for what can only be described as the best potion for boils you have ever laid your pretty little eyes on?" Hermione once again felt her cheeks redden "Well, er, I" she couldn't quite get her words out as Draco's green eyes bore into her own dull brown.
"It's OK Granger, I often leave people speechless. I'll take your loss of words as a thumbs up" he smiled again, something Hermione thought he should do more often for he really did have a handsome smile.
Before either Draco or Hermione knew it, the lesson was over and it was time to head to the great hall for lunch. Before Hermione could jet off out the door to catch up with Harry and Ron, Draco had lightly grabbed her arm and spun her around, his eyes once again, boring into hers. "Draco, it's time for lunch." Hermione stated. "I know that Granger" Draco sighed, exasperated, "I Just…" he trailed off. "What is it Draco? Because I really am hungry and Ron and Harry have already…." her words were cut off as Draco lightly kissed her lips causing her to squeak slightly. He then proceeded to walk out of the door without another word which left Hermione in a fluster. She touched her lips gently in disbelief. She hated Draco… didn't she?
