A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please comment and/or contact me I'd love any suggestions or ideas. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the song Fall in Love With the Enemy
Ivory gems dipped in fur
Keep me hungry feed me words
What will you say?
Hermione's POV
"Ms. Granger!" My head snaps up and I hastily set down my pencil. "How about writing more and attacking the paper less?" My cheeks flush as I look down at the scribbles I'd been frantically erasing. Hiding behind my thick (well bushy) brown hair I wait for the chuckles to die down. As the resident know-it-all embarrassment was nothing new, but that didn't mean I enjoy it.
Draco's POV
I can't help but think the goody two shoes got what she deserved when Mr. Samson called her out. I'm positive she was erasing some poor sap's portion of an essay. Was anything ever up to her standard?
I lean over to my best friend, Theodore Nott, "Pretentious much?" I whisper nodding at Hermione, careful to be loud. I have to wonder if it was worth it though. When I look up I can't help but notice the tears threatening to spill over her eyelashes. Suddenly uncomfortable I do the only thing I can think of.
"Crying? Nice one Granger," I hiss, smirking at her before turning away.
Hermione's POV
"Mr. Samson, may I be excused?" I ask, hoping no one can hear my voice shaking. Oh, but that would be too easy.
As I rushed out of the room Theodore congratulated Malfoy. "Dude you made her cry!" Mortified I swept my hair in front of my eyes and kept my head down until I made it to the restroom.
"That insufferable… ugh!" I groan, wiping my eyes. "Is it that hard to keep your mouth shut?" I huff before unlocking the stall, anger pushing away my embarrassment.
Draco's POV
Granger returns a few minutes later smoldering. She glares at me before taking her seat. Not for the first time, I wonder how smart it was to pick on her. She had eyes that made you wonder how many men she'd killed and a smile that told you she lost count long ago.