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His smirk started to slowly turned to a full rare laugh at her drenched form. Which, by the way, was caused by his beautiful handy work. Only, he contained himself before a grin could even spread. When do Malfoys laugh into utter oblivion in front of Hermione Granger? Never.
It's not the fact that she's a muggle-born. No, his family has gotten over that long before the war even started, it was just a matter of survival for them to put up the act. It's the fact that she is Hermione Granger. Plain and simple.
Secretly, he always admired her brain. No one has ever beat him at something, especially not smarts. Hell, she even had the nerve to talk back to Snape! Sure, the snarky professor is his godfather but he's too damn scary to even talk to. Let alone to talk back to.
He would never admit his admiration of the Gryffindor to just anyone though.
And then there's that insufferable "bookworm know-it-all" attitude. Sometimes the young Malfoy wonder how the Weasle and Pothead put up with her.
He wouldn't be surprised if that's why her two sidekicks can be such moronic idiotic fools. If anyone, it's Hermione Granger to have the ability to slowly drive one insane from the inside out.
That's why she led him to do what he did just now. Draco Malfoy have been following Hermione Granger to find the perfect timing to humiliate her after what she did to him.
She actually had the balls to giggle at him during potions when Neville Longbottom's potion exploded in both of their faces when he was partnered with the idiot Gryffindor Neville.
Today, he planned everything out in the library. Sitting and waiting for the time to make a fool out of Hermione Granger.
He nearly shouted with glee as Hermione walked through the library door. She greeted Madam Pince as soon as she entered. Draco inwardly scoffed at that. Of course, he would expected no less from the Gryffindor Princess. A bookworm like her would be no doubt grateful for the books that Madam Pince kept in amazing condition.
Well, the teacher's pet is about to get scolded by her favorite place's keeper.
As Hermione sat down, she took out her parchment, quil, and ink getting ready to start on her essay. She still needs her books for research doesn't she?
Of course not.
Books in her year are only for her enjoyment. Never for her assignments. Hell, she most likely have the books this year memorized last year. Now all she has to do is write her essay with already possessing the knowledge she has inside her mind at her beckoning.
But Draco Malfoy expected no less and was ready. To think that Hermione Granger would actually need a book to complete her assignments is just wishful thinking.
When she finished her essay and put every thing back into her book bag, Draco let out a soft "finally". No doubt whatsoever that the Gryffindor Princess wrote an extra foot than their assigned lengths.
Hermione then started to walk around to the shelf Draco was hiding behind oblivious to the dangerous glint of glee Draco had in his eyes. As she was walking across the shelves she took at least one book off of each shelf, Draco was finding it harder and harder to contain his full fledged smile.
She continued down the aisle, nearing the book that he planted knowing that she would pick it. At last, she stared straight at the book, her brows furrowed. She looked at it confused why it was here. Draco knew that she would pick it off the shelf. Why?
The book does not belong in that section.
So, with Hermione Granger being the self righteous, proper, polite, little Gryffindor, she pulled it off the shelf attempting to put the book in its proper section.
She never got that far. Without warning the book exploded in her face with water. Getting Hermione wet and the oh so, innocent books with.
Madame Pince was the first to notice this commotion and skeptically walked to the aisle preparing to give out a severe scolding to the idiotic student that dare to even think about harming her precious books. What or rather whom she was greeted by took her off her game completely. Madame Pince started to sputter incredulous nonsense. There, the poor victim of this mess caused by Draco Malfoy.
Was Hermione Granger.
Draco couldn't control his laughter anymore, so he stood behind the bookshelf attempting to cover up his laughter using his hand—which he sadly failed as rich deep chuckles escaped.
Hermione's head automatically whipped to face Draco through the gap of where she just pulled the unfortunate pawn of a book off of the shelf. She glared at him.
Draco immediately stopped laughing. With Hermione ignoring Madame Pince babbling nonsense about why Head Girl would do something so horrible, Draco gulped at Hermione's intense deadly scowl. Right then Draco Malfoy knew that what he did would cause him hell for the rest of this year.
Never had anyone seen the young Granger look so horrifying let alone being the victim of the the Granger's wrath.
Draco Malfoy knew that at that moment, he was in deep shit.
Now looking at her drench Gryffindor robes, dripping with water, Draco tried to process a way out of this. Hmm... The library exit is a bit too far away to sprint to without Hermione Granger hexing his bits off. He can't apparate in Hogwarts. He doesn't want to seem scared and tell Madame Pince that Head Girl Hermione Granger is going to kill him if he doesn't get out of here soon.
He can't hex Head Girl unless he wants to be shunned as Head Boy or risking the possibility of Hermione Granger and her smittened Pothead and Weasle killing him not to mention the female Weasle and her Boogey hex.
Then again, what he did to her had been worth the consequences. So he came up with a solution.
To enjoy this moment while it lasts.
With that being said, Draco Malfoy continued to laugh in utter oblivion.