She couldn't believe she had been stupid enough to go off on prefect duties without Ron on this part of the school. It was the first night back at Hogwarts, and he was already following her around, probably trying to get her mad as fast as he possibly could at the earliest possible moment. Why couldn't Draco Malfoy just leave her the fuck alone!? The Prince of Cats, the King of Suave, the Duke of Dandelions, you name it…But as far as she was concerned, he was nothing but dirt and filth.
"So Mudblood what brings you here alone? You know who I am don't you?" Of course she knew! How could she not know with every girl in Hogwarts chatting and giggling and flirting around him every second they possibly could? It was truly sickening. She, Hermione Granger, would never admit that she in fact really, really liked him. Well, she had a crush anyway. She wasn't planning on becoming president of "Drakey's Butt" fan club, but she knew she was impressed by the way he challenged her. No. "impressed" is not the word, but "taken by", "riveted" and "so happy" certainly are.
I mean, he was Draco Malfoy after all…Gorgeous blond locks, superb pecs, and just so much money! Yes, he was to die for…
"None of your business, you twit" She was a Gryffindor, after all.
"Not so nice tonight, Granger?" And he was so Slytherin.
"You shouldn't be out tonight, Malfoy. Your prefect duties are tomorrow. That's 20 points from Slytherin."
"I wouldn't take points from my house, mudblood. It's not polite. Surely your precious Dumbledore friend taught you manners." he smirked evilly.
"What on Earth is going on here?" demanded an icy voice from behind a suite of armor. Hermione gasped in surprise, but Malfoy just sat there leaning against the wall, smirking that gorgeous smirk. How she hated his satisfaction!
"Explain yourself, Miss Granger." he demanded in his most bone-chilling whisper.
"I was just on my prefect duties, Professor." She knew she was going to get in trouble for this. She just knew it.
"That's detention, Miss Granger, for such a haughty tongue. It so happens that this year is Muggle-Wizard exchange week." Hermione didn't know where this was going, but it couldn't be good, assuming Snape was in his usual foul mood against anything Gryffindor. "Tut, tut don't tell me you don't know what that is? You disappoint me once again." he took a minute to smile, stretching his sallow skin into a smirk. "Mr. Malfoy, you may explain this- ah, interesting phenomenon on your way back to your Head Dormitories with the ignorant Miss Granger."