Title: Losing Points
Summary: Draco Malfoy had found a new way to torture Hermione. Taking away House points. Gryffindor House points to be exact.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1
One of the reasons Hermione Jane Granger went to the library was because of the peace and quiet. The young Gryffindor couldn't stand working in a noisy environment, it would just drive her crazy.
Hermione was currently at the library on a Wednesday night, isolating herself to a quiet and non-disturbed section. She was hoping for absolute silence and she didn't want to be disturbed by a certain someone. Her table was littered with parchments, inkbottles and dangerously high piles of thick, dusty books. Not a single oak surface could be seen as Hermione placed more of her information onto the already crowded table.
Hermione's eyes rested momentarily on the window over looking the Forbidden Forest. The sun was saying its goodbye as it disappeared behind the horizon. The last golden rays caressed the dark trees before disappearing as well. The inky black spread, staining the sky as far away stars twinkled. It really was a beautiful sight but Hermione simply didn't have time. The young witch tore her gaze away from the window and forced herself to concentrate.
The young Gryffindor stared hard at the elegant writing on the textbook but her mind was too drowsy to decipher anything.
"Come on, Hermione. Just a little bit more and then I can go," she mumbled to herself. Hermione's eyelids drooped dangerously low.
I have to finish this before he comes, thought Hermione, willing herself to stay awake. She forced down a yawn and with much determination fully opened her eyes.
"Granger, what are you doing?" asked a deep, masculine voice beside Hermione's ear. The said witch let out a gasp, her heart sputtering at a fast pace.
Speak of the devil, thought Hermione as she clenched her teeth together rather painfully.
The brown haired girl's body gave a shiver as the boy's hot breath tickled her eat.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she hissed, dislike dripping from her voice.
Hermione didn't move but fixed her gaze on the page she was supposed to be reading.
"Not a very nice way to address someone such as myself when I hold such authority," whispered Draco tauntingly. His long silky blond hair brushed Hermione's cheek and the young witch fidgeted in her seat.
Does he have to be so damn close? she thought while silently praying that she wouldn't blush.
Hermione instantly regretted coming to the library. Leaving sounded so enticing…
"Why don't you shut up?" asked Hermione rudely, her temper getting the better of her.
"Granger, that's fifty points from Gryffindor," sneered Draco.
"What is wrong with you? I didn't break a single rule!" roared a very frustrated Hermione, forgetting to stay quiet.
The angry witch whipped around to come face to face with the blond Slytherin who had suddenly made it his duty to bug the hell out of her.
"You broke my rule," said Draco simply.
"And what, oh mighty egoistic one, is that?" asked the impatient Gryffindor as her eyes drilled holes into the face she wanted to disappear.
"You breathed," answered Draco, glaring at her, as if holding her responsible for not suffocating that very minute.
"Oh yes I'm sorry. I'll just stop right now and continue my homework," said Hermione, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She turned around, wishing that she never made the unfortunate decision of even looking at his face. Her concentration was now broken and she could only (and quite gladly) blame the person standing behind her.
Her eyes not moving from the middle of the page, Hermione waited to hear footsteps walking away. To her great disappointment, she noted that the conceited Slytherin wasn't thinking of leaving her alone any time soon.
The brown haired girl jiggled her foot underneath the table, a nervous habit she had taken from her father whenever she was impatient or angry. Right now, it was both.
What is he still doing here? Is he playing some sort of game? thought Hermione weariness suddenly overcoming her.
She could tell by the corner of her eye that the night had already settled in. She wasn't anywhere near done her essay and she had silently promised herself that she would have it done by today. But the young witch's body was silently screaming for some well deserved rest.
The idea of walking out of these doors, leaving behind the insufferable idiot, was tempting Hermione no end.
I would have peace and quiet, thought Hermione dreamily. Draco who had decided to choose the Gryffindor girl as his victim for the day sadly interrupted her daydreams.
"Now Granger, you aren't thinking of kissing your book? That would be something quite inappropriate," Draco said arrogantly, taking a seat beside her without her permission
Hermione kept her mouth shut and counted to ten.
He's going to leave any minute now. He's going to get bored and leave me alone. I just have to pretend that I don't want to punch his face, she thought, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself.
"Well, as I am a Prefect, I cannot accept this behavior. Ten points from Gryffindor," continued Draco, his voice saturated with glee. His lively gray eyes gleamed as they soaked in Hermione's scowl.
At this point Hermione couldn't help herself. She turned to face Draco once more, her eyes sending a murderous glare. She wore a furious expression on her face as she looked up at the openly gloating Draco Malfoy.
How much I wish I could curse his hair to fall off, she thought. Her long tired fingers itched for her wand, while the curse was at the tip of Hermione's tongue.
"Malfoy, you simply can't abuse your power as Prefect and take away points for nothing. Especially if you don't like a certain House," she hissed venomously.
Before Hermione could say any more, Draco grabbed the book that Hermione had been reading. As Draco rudely snatched the book, he accidentally gave Hermione a long paper cut. A hiss escaped from Hermione's lips as her eyes stared at the culprit accusingly. Her milk chocolate brown eyes spat fire, roasting the blond under her powerful gaze. A single drop of blood trickled down her finger.
Draco, on the other hand, was suddenly mesmerized at the ruby red blood trickling down the tired witch's finger. He watched with open fascination and disgust as Hermione brought her finger to lips. A flicker of curiosity appeared in those gray orbs, wondering what she would do. Hermione licked her cut and placed her hand back on the table. Draco's gray eyes were suddenly serious as he gazed in wonder at the Gryffindor's mouth.
Hermione suddenly felt nervous and her glare faltered and disappeared.
What's wrong with Malfoy? she wondered silently, curiosity bubbling. Her eyes looked over Draco's face carefully. He looked as though he was thinking hard as his eyebrows knitted together.
A full minute passed by.
"Malfoy, are you all right?" asked Hermione, the first breaking the stretched and rather awkward silence. Worry was evident in her voice as her words finally registered in Draco's mind.
The blond Slytherin blinked and stared at Hermione with a sneer on his face.
"What's the matter, Granger? Were you worried?" he taunted unkindly.
Hermione felt herself blush, as she stammered a forceful no.
I could have just worked. Or left the library, thought Hermione, inwardly hitting herself.
"Now where was I?" said Draco to himself.
"Leaving?" suggested Hermione, the menace back in her voice. She turned towards her work pile.
"Very funny, Granger. Ah now, I remember. Another ten points off," he drawled lazily.
The quill wrapped around Hermione's right hand suddenly snapped.
"Malfoy, you are being an insufferable git! What's your pathetic excuse now?" demanded Hermione.
"Your hair looks very alive and dangerous. You don't want to scare the first years too much," responded Malfoy, a smug expression painted on his face.
Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"Oh, really?" she asked, her voice barely over a whisper. "Twenty points from Slytherin,"
Draco gaped at her, looking momentarily stunned and lost for words. He quickly recovered and it was now his turn to look less than pleased.
"You can't take points off of Slytherin," ordered the offended blond.
"You injured another student, Malfoy. I'm allowed," countered Hermione as she waved her finger. She started to recite word for word rule 458 until Draco stopped her. An expression of annoyance was written on his face.
"Mud-Granger, stop trying to show me that you're a pathetic loser. I already knew that. I don't want to hear your go on and on, repeating every single word in the rule book I didn't know existed," said Draco.
Hermione didn't take kindly to the insult.
End of chapter 1
A/N: So, should I continue this? Any good? A little drabble I wrote a while ago. Anyways, thanks for reading.