Chapter 1 -=-=- Revenge
Hermione walked through the Gryffindor common with her head held high. She willed herself not to look at Ron, and she wasn't about to look at anyone else, either, for fear of breaking down. Ron had broken her heart the moment he got back with Lavender, the slut. But she would get her revenge, she just needed to find the perfect way. She needed to do something students who knew her wouldnt expect, something daring and reckless, something completely un-Hermione, ut what?
She was thinking all of this as she walked to the Great Hall for dinner. She would need all her smarts and the cunning of Draco Malfoy to...
'That was it!'
She thought walking through the towering doors. 'Malfoy, surprisingly, was the answer to my problem! Who did Ron hate more than anything? Malfoy!'
All she needed him to do was to agree to fake-date her, just for a while till Ron got jealous and realised what he lost. But how would she approach him?
At this thought Hermione took her seat at the Gryffindor table, well near enough, She was on the other side, facing the Slytherin table. She was the last to come in, and as soon as she sat, Headmistress McGonnagal moved to stand before the podium at the front of the hall.
"The tragedies of last year hit us all very deeply, some more than others, but we must put all of our differences behind us this year, it was Albus' last wish that Hogwarts be joined in house unity, and I hope to see all of you trying your absolut best to aid in this dream of his. Enjoy your meals."
Hermione wasn't hungry, she just stared at Malfoy across the hall. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Draco loked around the hall, and met eyes with the mudblood Granger. She refused to look away, and neither did he.
Hermione motioned to the doors and sad something to her friends, faking a yawn, she got up and left. Draco did the same, his curiosity getting the better of him. He hoped whatever the mudblood wanted was damned important; he was missing dinner for this, not that he was hungry.
"Wat do you want Granger?" He asked to thin air.
"I need to ask you something. Will you, the greatest Quidditch player here, teach me how to fly?" Draco knew she wanted something, just couldn't ask him here.
"Fine, theory first, meet me at the lake in 1 hour. If your late, I may not listen to you when you do get there."
"Oh, trust me, you'll want to hear this." Hermione muttered, looking over her shoulder and winking back at him. She slowly and purposefully walked back to the common room,her hips swaying slightly more than usual.
'This had to work' she thought to her self.