Our Song
By Mynthia Fae
Disclaimer: I do not own, or claim to own, anything Harry Potter, unfortunately. I just borrow them for twisted manipulation.
I also do not own any of the songs or lyrics used in this story.
Summary: She hates him. He hates her. Why can't it just be that simple? A collection of connected drabbles inspired by a variety of songs.
Just Like You
Three Days Grace
Hermione sat in the back row of 7th year Transfigurations looking at the back of a platinum blond she loved to hate. It was the last day before the Christmas holiday, and everyone was anxious for the final class of the day to end so they could get ready to go home.
And for those remaining over the holiday, they could get to wrapping gifts for their friends and loved ones.
Or in Hermione's case, getting the homework accomplished as early as possible.
She couldn't even bring herself to smile about the idea of homework, for she had overheard the night before that a certain Slytherin would also be staying at the school. Which can only mean he will torment the hell out of me. She sighed. Stupid and mean, ruthless and cold! All of the qualities of a lowlife snake.
Time passed at an average speed. Not slow but not quickly either, which was perfectly ok with the bushy haired Gryffindor. She pushed out of the classroom as soon as she was dismissed and hurried to drop her things off in the Common Room before heading down to the library for some quiet research.
Unfortunately, the library was not nearly as empty as she had hoped it would be. Leaning against the end of one of the many shelves, which happened to be in the area where Hermione needed to find a book, was Malfoy and a sixth year Ravenclaw girl. The girl was blushing and giggling at whatever line the Slytherin was feeding her.
He is so fake. He never means anything he says. Hermione recalled having to console many a Gryffindor who had fallen for his charm only to be another niche on his bedpost. Tactless and arrogant, weak of the flesh and senseless of his mind! And he is ever popular. How does that work? She shrugged. Ok, honestly! Get a room or something.
The unsuspecting Ravenclaw was now engrossed in snogging the little ferret. I could me mean and angry, just like you Malfoy, she thought at the boy, who she knew would never hear her thoughts. But that would never be worth it to trade my pride and kindness for some popularity and a good snog fest every other day!
"Enjoy watching, do you, Granger?" Malfoy said, the arrogant tone ever evident in his voice.
"Get a room, Malfoy." Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed past him to the section she had been waiting patiently to become unoccupied.
Arrogant, narcissistic… her mind was coming up blank on the mean things she could think about him, bouncing little ferret. The idea of transfiguring him mid-snog was tempting.