Disclaimer: In no way, shape or form do I own Harry Potter. Pfft! I wish I did!
Author's Note: I haven't written on in a long time, and this is my third attempt at this particular story and the plot. Wish me luck? Thanks; I hope everyone likes it the third time around in case you have read it before I abruptly deleted it. I am determined to finish it this time because I have nothing else better to do with my free time. Enjoy!
P.S: This is set in first person narrative, Hermione's P.O.V unless otherwise stated.
Chapter One: How It All Began
It all started off normal as can be. My longtime friend and crush Ron Weasley and I began going steady at the beginning of the summer, where things could have been a little better, but can't have been worse at the same time. My other best friends Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley (Ron's younger sister) were also going steady. Summer passed, and a week before school started, I got my official school letter by owl stating that I was the Head Girl. Of course, I'm not "The Smartest Witch of her Age" for nothing, am I? Sorry, that was a bit conceited. Anyhow, towards the end of the summer, after receiving my letter, my friends and I went shopping for our school supplies and anticipated the upcoming school year. Never did I think to wonder why Ronald was being so distant towards me.
On the Hogwarts express, before I could get in some "personal time" with Ron, he abandoned me. For the entire ride! That bloody bastard. Fine, I'd rather deal with the Head Boy sooner than later. Upon arriving at the Heads' compartment, I saw the pureblooded death eating royal pain in the ass Draco Malfoy, with his Slytherin uniform already on. Much to my dismay, I also saw the Head Boy badge pinned to his robes. "Fuck," I muttered darkly as he went inside of the compartment, pushing me out of the way. I stumbled onto the floor, face reddening in anger and embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to shove you on the floor… where you belong, you filthy mudblood," he addressed me harshly as he smirked at my state. Ugh! I got up and pointed my wand at him. "Oooh! I'm so scared of your bloody wand," he said sarcastically. Mean, yes, but when in the bloody hell did Malfoy become so sarcastic?
"Take it back. Take it all back before I—" I began before I heard a disbelieving gasp from the door. I looked up to see the Headmistress and head of the Gryffindor house, Professor McGonagall standing in the doorway, a frown etched on her face.
"Miss Granger! How can you point your wand at a student? At Head Boy no less? That is unacceptable! Please get your wand off of Mister Malfoy's cheek and sit down!" she scolded me. I heard Malfoy snicker as I slowly took my wand off of him and placed it inside of my shirt near my chest. I completely blanked out as Professor McGonagall explained our duties as Head Boy and Head Girl and blah, blah, blah… "Miss Granger? Are you even listening to me?" Professor McGonagall berated me. I snapped out of it enough to say "yes" very meekly. Once again, Malfoy laughed at me. He must want to be hexed into oblivion, fucking pompous git!
When we arrived at the school, I, along with stupid Malfoy, had to direct the shy first years to their boat to the school. After they were safely seen off, Malfoy and I grabbed the last carriage to Hogwarts, my home. We arrived and we began ushering the students to the Great Hall where they could be sorted for the first time. I smiled sadly, reminiscing on my first year and how nervous I was when I arrived at the school for the first time. "…And our Head Girl, Hermione Granger." I looked up at the mention of my name from the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Where is my mind going? I looked over to Ron whose face was stuffed with roast chicken and potatoes but still managed to cheer me on. I gave him a half assed smile. Can't you chew with your mouth closed? I thought to myself bitterly.
After the dinner feast, I went into the Heads' commons with Malfoy and McGonagall. "Now, the password is Jellyfish, but you may change it only once other time before the permanent password is set. Miss Granger, your room is off to the left staircase and Mister Malfoy, yours is off to the right. You have the option to decorate your room as you so wish. Your rounds will start in about two hours until 12am. See you tomorrow in classes," she told us.
"Yes, Professor," we answered her. With that, she left.
"So," I asked Malfoy. He gave me a look of utmost disgust. "What can we change the password to?" I asked him politely.
Malfoy turned to me, boring his deep steel gray eyes into mines harshly. "Listen here, Granger," he said, adding extra emphasis on my last name. "I don't care what the fuck you do, see, touch, smell or feel here. I just don't want you near my presence unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, I wouldn't want your bloody mudblood germs on me, tainting everything I own. You got that? Stay out of my hair and I'll leave you alone. Got that?" he asked me harshly. I stared him down defiantly. "I said—"
"I heard you, Malfoy," I bit out. "You can say it, not spray it!" I spat nastily to him. He growled as I spoke kindly to the portrait, a baby basilisk and a lion cub frolicking around on grass. "Hello there!"
"Passssssword?" the baby snake asked me.
I thought about it long and hard before blurting out, "Sweet Surrender."
"As you wish, lady!" the lion cub said before the door swung open to reveal the most grand of common rooms. It was adorned with red, gold, green and silver (our house colors). A huge chandelier sat atop the ceiling of the room. The fireplace already had a nice fire going. The common room had a few tables for us to do our work on, a big bookshelf which I could definitely use in the near future and a mini kitchenette. I couldn't wait to see what my room looked like! With that thought, I ran up the stairs to my room and opened it. I gasped. My room, decorated in red and gold for Gryffindor, was huge! It had a huge Queen sized bed with the four square poster of all the houses on it, a mini table and a mini bookcase off to the corner. To my right, there was a door. I opened it to reveal the luxurious bathroom. It had two shower stalls and a huge bathtub that rivaled my family's vacation house pool. Its knobs were gold and silver, presumably for our house colors. It also had a sink and two toilets, separated of course. I went back into my room and all of the red and gold parts were replaced with lavender and periwinkle. That's exactly what I wanted to decorate my room like! I set off to work.
About an hour later (or it may have been more), I heard a knock on my door. Since it could only be Malfoy, I answered with a sharp, "what?"
"Come on, we must patrol the halls now," he told me rudely. Oh, the joys of working with bloody Draco Malfoy were to commence. I sighed, slipped on a robe over my pajama set and my favorite lavender bunny slippers and opened the door to see Malfoy dressed in his green and silver robe, thin boxers and no shirt. I stood there, admiring the view, much to my dismay. Well, not really my dismay. From his robe, I could see that he was well sculpted into a lean machine. Not too thin, but not overly bulky either. He was also… "Granger! Chop, chop! And stop ogling me. I know I'm too hot to handle, but bloody hell! Contain yourself!" I glared at him as he turned sharply, his robe billowing behind him, offering me a good peek of his… WHOA! Get that out of your head, Hermione! Malfoy stopped short without warning. I bumped into him and we stumbled down the last few stairs. Malfoy turned around and smirked at me. He's actually smirking at me! "Oh, by the way Granger… you have a little bit of drool on your face. Right there," he decided to say as he went to touch it. I slapped his hand away and glared at him. Oh, I wish looks could kill! "Ouch! Bloody—"
"Would you go on?" I yelled at him. I pushed passed him and walked out into the hallways.
Once in the hallways, we parted ways, finally! He had the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses to patrol and I had the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor houses. Then we were to meet in the middle by the room of requirement and search down to the Great Hall together before our rounds were up. I was finished with the Ravenclaw house when I heard giggling and moaning of students. Oh, Merlin, please don't let me be the one to catch these students. I'm not strong enough to handle it. With a sigh, I braved it out and searched every classroom near the Gryffindor commons as the sounds became louder and louder. Finally, in the Transfigurations classroom, there I saw the culprits. When I saw them, I let out an involuntary gasp as the guilty couple looked up and sprang apart. Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw Ron and Parvati Patil gathering their clothes in shock.
"Hermione, I can explain!" Ron started, but I already ran out of the classroom, not bothering to look where I was going. I landed by the staircases before the Great Hall and sank down on the floor in shock, tears slipping down my eyes.
I sat there in hysterical tears for the better part of an hour before Malfoy decided to show his mug near the Great Hall. "I caught a few students out of bed and gave them detention and took a few points away, but other than that…" Malfoy cleared his throat harshly and I looked up at him, my eyes bloodshot and nose dripping. "What happened to you?"
"As if you give a flying fuck!" I screamed at him before I tore up the stairs into the Head commons. I mumbled the password and ran up to my room, screaming into my pillow before crying myself to sleep.
The next day, as I was on my way to classes, Ronald spotted me. I began to walk faster, but naturally, his tall, lanky legs caught up to me. He grabbed my arms and swung me around to face him. "'Mione, I need to talk to you about last night."
By this time, students began to gather round, expecting me to hex his ball off… which I should do, because he doesn't know how to keep his junk in his pants. "What do you want Ronald?" I asked him, dangerously quiet.
"I've been meaning to tell you…"
"What? That you have been fucking my friend behind my back?" I snapped at him. Everyone who gathered around let out a gasp. "I cannot believe you would do that to me! How could you even do that?"
"See? This is what I'm trying to say! I can't deal with you and your bloody meltdowns anymore!" he said angrily, gripping my arm even tighter than before.
"My bloody meltdowns? MY MELTDOWNS?" I said shrilly as I clenched my fists by my sides. Oh, I was going to make him pay for that.
"Yes!" he screamed at me. "I can't take it anymore Hermione! We need to break up. Permanently," he said to me. I wasn't planning it, but I burst into tears. Ron's face fell. "Mione… I'm—"
"SHUT UP!" I screamed at him, flinging tears off of my face. He quickly shut his mouth. "After all I've done for you, this is how you chose to repay me? You are an ungrateful bastard!" Ugh! Even after I gave myself up to him! Was I not good enough? I've read all the books I can read on… pleasuring one's significant other… damn. "I hate you Ronald Weasley!" I sniffled and started to walk away to my first class, Potions.
"Wait!" I heard him ask me. I stopped walking. "Can we at least still be friends?" My eye twitched. I turned back around sharply, stalked over to him and gave him the nastiest right hook I could muster. Ron fell on the floor, holding his nose in shock. "Bloody hell! You broke my nose, Hermione!"
"Good!" With that, I stomped off to Potions, which I was now late to. Of course the greasy haired, grumpy old potions master, Professor Severus Snape wasn't happy about it. "Sorry, Professor," I muttered as I took my seat next to Lavender Brown. She smiled and waved at me. I could only muster a half grimace half smile at her back.
"See here students? This is the perfect example of what one should not do, especially with the honor of Head student bestowed upon thee. That'll be twenty points taken away from Gryffindor, for your lack of regard for the rules, Miss Granger," he announced smoothly. The Gryffindors groaned and glared at me as the Slytherins cracked up. I even love how Snape didn't say anything to Malfoy as he slipped in late, right after me. "Now, we will learn how to make a simple potion called the Draught of Wonder. Can anyone—" he started before my hand shot up in the air. Snape rolled his eyes. "Yes?"
"When brewed, a sample of DNA from the subject is taken and placed into the mixture. It allows the brewer to see the innermost thoughts of the subject in question. If brewed correctly, these affects can last for an entire moon's cycle," I said. I couldn't help it, I cracked a smile.
Snape pursed his lips into a tight line. "Yes, Miss Granger, as it seems, you cannot help yourself once again, can you? If I were to finish my question, it would have been to describe a potion in similarity to the qualities of the Draught of Wonder, which would be what, Mister Malfoy?"
"Veritaserum, Professor," Malfoy told him.
"That would be correct. Thirty points to Slytherin and another ten points taken from Gryffindor, thanks to Miss Granger." The Gryffindors turned to me and glared again. I face palmed my hand to my forehead and sunk into my seat in embarrassment. "Now, I will set you up into pairs before we begin. Anyone with complaints will have points taken away from their house and will be serving a detention with me. Is that clear?"
"Yes," the class droned. Then Professor Snape assigned the partners.
When it came down to the final pairings, the choices were between Pansy "common Hogwarts slut" Parkinson or Draco Malfoy. With my luck, I'll end up with the common whore to work with. "Mister Potter will be partnered with Miss Parkinson, so that leaves Miss Granger with Mister Malfoy. Now everyone to their seats next to their partner. NOW!"
Oh no! "I can't believe I have to work with the stupid mudblood!" Malfoy whined.
"Yeah, like it's any better for me to work with the resident, purebred bastard of the Slytherin house!" I snapped at him in disgust.
"Quiet!" Snape snapped at me. I growled and shuffled my things over to his table in utter misery.
As Snape began to list the ingredients and explain the instructions to us, I felt eyes on my shoulders. I looked up to see Malfoy staring at me with… is that interest? I shook my head and got up to gather the ingredients. When I came back to the table, Malfoy was still staring at me with that look in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher. "What are you looking at Malfoy?" I snapped at him as I slammed the ingredients on the table.
"Not much, stupid mud—" Malfoy started.
"This is getting really old, Malfoy. It's a wonder you even became Head Boy with that limited vocabulary of yours, you frigging death eater in training!" I told him as he sneered at me. I began chopping up the mandrake root as he literally kicked back on his chair with his hands behind his head. "Excuse me, your royal highness! You're supposed to be helping me!"
Malfoy chuckled. "No thanks, pompous know-it-all. I'd rather let you do all the work." Gritting my teeth, I kicked a leg of Malfoy's chair, successfully making him fall over with a loud thump. I chuckled as I added everything into the potion properly.
After half an hour, I finally got Malfoy to help. Albeit improperly. "No, no, no! Malfoy, you're supposed to stir the potion once counter-clockwise and then twice clockwise, not the other way around!"
"Bloody hell, Granger, don't get your knickers in a bunch!" Malfoy sneered. I glared at him as I added the last ingredient, a drop of newt's blood. The potion turned blue-green, then orange, which worried me, before settling into an opaque greenish color. Much better, no thanks to the bloody git next to me. Without warning, I snagged a single blond strand from Malfoy's hair. "Ouch! Be careful next time!"
"Oops?" I said sarcastically. I chuckled before he ripped out several strands from my hair. "Ouch! You're supposed to take one, you idiot!" I snapped at him.
Professor Snape came to inspect our potion. "Hmm… twenty points to both of your houses," Snape said before he turned his attention to the class. He then told us to take one sip and we should see our partner's innermost thoughts.
"Cheers, Malfoy," I said as I clinked glasses with him, much to his distaste. I took a sip of the potion and immediately began to see what Malfoy was thinking of. Nothing but Quidditch and a few of the Slytherin girls. Ugh! I did not want to see that. But what shocked me the most was that I saw myself stomping up to my room and Malfoy muttering a curse word to himself and mumble something about how he wished he could comfort me? Um… this is disturbing. I promptly asked for the immediate antidote. Before Snape dismissed us, I was trying to pay attention to his homework assignment when I felt someone staring at me. "For the love of Merlin, Malfoy! Stop staring at me!" I screamed at him.
"Detention, Miss Granger, for your outburst. And twenty points from Gryffindor," Snape said coolly. The Gryffindors glared at me once again.
"Way to go Hermione!" people said to me as they pushed past me when class was finally dismissed. I sighed dejectedly before I caught Malfoy staring at me again. Before I could react, he chuckled and sent a salute at me. I hate you, Malfoy.
A/N: So? How is it so far? Too much? Too little? Well, it would do me the greatest pleasure if you reviewed for me? Constructive criticism is accepted; flames aren't. Thanks!