-Bad Romance- Lady Gaga
"…I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance…"
Hermione was angry. Actually, angry probably wouldn't even begin to describe her emotions. She was pissed. She'd no idea why, either. Here in the library as she writes Professor Snape's essay on the 'Wolfsbane Potion and It's Affects on Werewolves', Draco Malfoy and his goons are harassing a few fourth year Ravenclaws.
Looking up from her parchment to glare once again at Malfoy, Hermione nearly drops her quill. Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson are snogging heavily against the bookshelf, his grimy hands running up her thighs and into her skirt. The fourth years are red as a beet and try to scurry away, which leads unsuccessful as Malfoy pulls away from a panting Pansy.
"What are you gawking at?" Malfoy sneered, rounding up on a pretty blonde. Huffing, Hermione placed her quill on her parchment and marched over to Malfoy, wand drawn.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy."
Malfoy nearly jumped at her voice but drew his composure and stared her down; steely grey eyes against frightening brown.
"Enjoy the show, Granger?"
"Why in Merlin's beard would I enjoy that…that poorly displayed conduct!"
Malfoy smirked and narrowed his eyes. "Ah, I see why you've got your knickers in a twist."
"And why is that, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped.
"Clearly you're jealous."