Ahhh... It's been a while since i've posted something, hasn't it? Rewatched the Order of the Phoenix, and got inspired to write some Dramione stuff. If you like it, I will maybe write a follow up?
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This was stupid. Hermione sighed, staring at the desk and trying to ignore the incessant meowing that sounded throughout the room, the source being those blasted pictures that that hag had hanging all over her office walls. Why on Earth was she, of all people, required to endure questioning about anything at all? Merlin, nothing good could come of Umbridge working at the school, but this was getting out of hand.
Where the Hell was that twat, anyways? According to all of her friends Umbridge was always in the room when they arrived, either sitting at her desk or standing somewhere, but Hermione had arrived to find no one but photographs of cats waiting for her. She sighed in annoyance, head resting in her hand as she reached over to fiddle with a quill, looking it over in boredom.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to touch things that aren't yours?" She heard a bored voice drawl from behind her, Hermione immediately whipping around to see who was scolding her. Apparently this day could get worse. "What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione hissed, the Slytherin smirking faintly at the other.
"Extra credit." He said simply, stepping over to the desk Hermione was at, Hermione only staring up at him in confusion. "What?" She asked, frowning at him as he sat down on the other side of the desk. "Extra credit. Umbridge said that if I took over for her today, then I would get extra credit." He began, Hermione immediately paling. "So, here I am, and here you are."
"This is completely and utterly ridiculous, you will not get anything from me!" She stood abruptly, slamming her hands down on the desk and glaring down at the blonde fiercely. If anything Draco's smirk grew and his eyes flashed with excitement, staring up at her. "Don't be so sure of that, Granger." He said as he stood, walking back over to the door.
"Seeing as i'm in charge here, I have my own way of doing interrogations. Meet me down in the dungeons in ten minutes, or else i'll leave Umbridge to deal with you. I assure you, she won't be too pleased with that so choose wisely." Draco said coyly before slipping out of the office, Hermione letting out a loud groan as soon as he closed the door.
Hermione wasn't afraid of Umbridge, of course not, but even thinking about being expelled made her stomach churn. The Gryffindor soon found herself making her way to the dungeons, sighing as she saw Draco standing near the entrance patiently. "Alright, let's get this over with." Hermione spat, Draco only motioning for her to follow him.
She always avoided the dungeons. They were dark, creepy, and you never knew who (or what) you might find down there. Draco led her to an old abandoned room, Hermione stepping inside and looking around. There was an old and worn desk in the middle of the room, along with two chairs. Their shadows flickered in the light of the torches lining the wall, a chill going up the girls spine. On second thought, Umbridge's cat room didn't seem so bad. This place look like some sort of medieval torturers chamber!
"Sit." Draco said with a flick of his wand, a chair sliding out from under the table. Hermione hesitantly sat down after dusting the old chair off, crossing her arms and looking up at the other. "Now, do you know anything about unauthorized groups and clubs in the school? There's been some rumors about a few going on." Draco asked, staring down at her.
She stared up at him with slanted eyes, trying to stay calm. "No. I haven't heard anything." Hermione lied cooly, leaning back in her chair. Draco looked her up and down, staring into her eyes observantly. "I'm going to ask again, and this time I want the truth." Draco said after a few moments, stepping over to her threateningly.
Hermione twitched. "I'm not lying, you idiot." Hermione spoke, looking him up and down in disgust. Draco raised an eyebrow, staring down at the Gryffindor. "So you're telling me, you, the smartest witch in the school, friend of The-Boy-Who-Lived to annoy us all with his massive ego, hasn't heard anything, anything which mind you, only Potter is stupid enough to come up with? I have my doubts about that, Granger."
Hermione only stared up at him in shock, expression soon turning to rage. "How dare you! Harry has nothing to do with that! Neither he nor I have done anything forbidden, you stuck up prat!" Hermione cried, standing up and balling her fists. Draco scrunched his nose up, glaring at her.
"More lies." Draco stated with a sigh. "If you refuse to tell me the truth then i'm going to have to take serious measures to get this information from you, Granger." Draco said, stepping closer. "So I suggest you tell me the truth." Draco stated, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Hermione stood her ground, crossing her arms stubbornly.
"Make me."