Sweet Hatred
Hermione Granger looked over at Draco Malfoy with fiery eyes. This is all his fault, that stupid git.
"You almost look like you don't want to work with me, Granger. That hurts," said Draco in a sarcastic voice.
"Cut the crap Malfoy. Why the bloody hell did you pick me anyway?" Hermione wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
"Is this Granger that I'm talking to? You're obviously not as bright as I thought you were. Figure it out. This is the biggest project of our school careers. Do you think partnering up with an imbecile like Crabbe or Goyle is going to help me score big on it?"
"So you picked me because you want to use me to get a good grade from Snape. Maybe if you kiss his ass enough he'll give it to you anyway. Oh wait, you're already trying that." She gave Draco an evil grin. Two can play at this game.
"That's almost laughable. You're such a hypocrite, Granger. Your nose is the brownest one I've seen around here. You really should be thanking me, ya know." He returned the evil grin.
"Thanking you? For what? Being a total jackass?" Hermione's voice was getting louder.
Draco bent over and whispered in Hermione's ear. Her whole body started shivering when she felt his cold breath on her ear and neck.
"For sparing you the agony of being paired up with one of those idiot best friends of yours."
She wanted to pull him away or protest or do something, but her body remained frozen and her voice silent.
Draco continued whispering to her. "You know that you are smarter than them, Granger. You despise having to explain everything to them; you hate having to do all the work. You try to hide it, but I can see through you. What you really need is…"
Hermione finally pulled away, answering Draco's last statement.
"What, Malfoy? Someone like you?" she replied smartly with her hands on her hips.
Draco gave a grin, thinking about how sexy she looked when she was totally pissed at him. He loved to get a reaction like that out of her, with her little hands on her curvy hips. That was the soul reason he kept on antagonizing her. Of course he would never admit to actually being attracted to a filthy mudblood. Not that he liked her the slightest bit. He hated her with a passion.
"You know I'm right."
And she did, even if she would never admit to it.
Err, I hate him! How does he always know exactly what I'm thinking?
It's not like this was the first argument that Draco and Hermione have had. It seems as if Hermione had been fighting with Malfoy ever since her 1st year at Hogwarts.
She tried to change the subject.
"I'm going to complain to the Headmaster about this. Snape has no right assigning partners on the biggest project of our lives…and maybe he'll give you the detention you deserve. Oooh, Professor Snape, I think my project would especially be a great success if you pair me up with Granger. Really, Malfoy!" she said in a mocking tone.
"You must be joking if you'll pull that one off. Dumbledore may be an old nut case, but he wouldn't punish a well-respected teacher like Snape for his teaching methods…and he certainly wouldn't punish me for paying you a compliment. You can't always have it your way, Granger."
"Some compliment! Of course the only way you would do something not cruel or heartless was if it served your own selfish purposes."
Draco once again got very close to her, this time looking at her straight into the eyes.
"Aww, but that is what a Malfoy does best." She glared and shook her head at him in disgust.
"See you tomorrow Granger, same time, same place."
Like this cold empty classroom with Malfoy is exactly where I want to be tomorrow.
A/N: Yay! How'd ya like it? I'm really trying to make this believable. Please review because I'll get the next chapter done sooner if you do! :-)