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Hermione was so infuriating. "Damn Mudblood", Who is she to tell me,Draco Malfoy, that I was not worth her time, a Mudblood? That Mudblood had humiliated him. He had to make her pay. He had to humiliate her far worse than he had done to her. That's when it struck him.
As Hermione walked down the corridors of Hogwarts, she could not help but feel as if she was being watched. "Hermione, pull yourself together!", she thought. Why she believed that someone would be following her around Hogwarts was beyond her. Blaise walked past Hermione and he noticed, like many others, that she wasn't wearing her usual robes. Malfoy leaned up against a pillar and watched as Hermione strutted past.
"Nice legs Granger."
Hermione ignored the Ferret, not wanting to let him ruin her day.
"Poor little Mudblood hasn't realized that she is parading about, solely in her undergarments." , Malfoy shot the infamous Slytherin smirk at Hermione.
Horrified, Hermione let out a blood curdling scream. She was ready to explode.
"Merlin's Beard! HOW DARE YOU?" Clearly she was fuming. She didn't know what to do. As she continued her walk of shame, she refused to let him win. She confidently raised her head after her outburst, shot Malfoy a dark look, and kept walking.
Malfoy watched her go. Confident as ever, and for a second, he regretted injuring her pride and humiliating Her- Granger. He shook his head and walked in the direction that Hermione had emerged from. Distancing himself from Hermione.
Each time Hermione's shoe touched the ground she could not help but think of all the cruel punishments she could inflict on that, Ferret. He still chose to act like an arse despite what she had done for him. But would he ever recognize what she did for him? Did it even make a difference? He has been so real with her that summer. She shook that thought from her mind and returned to sauntering through the corridors, as proud as ever. She would not give Malfoy the satisfaction of humiliating her. She merely embraced her figure and kept walking. Now out of sight of the rest of the students, Hermione briskly walked toward the head boy and girl's common room entrance. She had been in utter disbelief when she was informed that Malfoy would be her counterpart as head boy. She had heard the news from him. She had been a tad disappointed that he was chosen for the simple fact that a sweet Ravenclaw she had been eyeing was Malfoy's runner up. But the Ferret had showed her a side of himself that she had never seen before and was put more at ease that she would have a friend as companion within her sleeping quarters.
When Hermione reached the common room entrance, she uttered the password to the portrait of a balding man with a permanent scowl and the woman with glittering eyes who was roughly the same age as the balding man. Why this portrait has been chosen was beyond her. As she walked in, she studied the common room . "When did this happen?" Hermione asked no one in particular. She began to study the common room, noting where everything had been moved. The couch now sat comfortably before the fire, making it a good place for reading during the day or night. On either side of the couch there was a small end table that had not been there before, each equipped with a table lamp that gave the room more light. "Not that it needs it," Hermione thought. A new gold and silver rug had been placed in the middle of the room where the most "traffic"was.
On the other side of the rug was a large mirror that reflected the view of the rest of the room. Hermione circled around the room in order to take in the scene. The most astonishing part of the newly decorated room was the mural. Hermione's eyes scanned the walls, looking at the beautiful yet somewhat disturbing image. Half of the room had the classic red and gold Gryffindor colors, while the other half was Slytherin green and regal silver. The images of a Gryffindor Lion and a Slytherin Serpent met in the middle of the ceiling. The serpent was wrapped around the lion's head, strangling it, causing it's face to turn a pale blue. Clearly the house elves had not taken the time to redecorate the once boring common room. It was now more comfortable and welcoming. "Welcoming." , Hermione mused at the idea that the room that had been decorated by none other than the Slytherin Prince could seem so inviting despite the obvious negativity that the room would give off to others. Hermione felt safe in her new environment. Hermione snapped back into reality when she heard the door slam behind her. She dared not look back, knowing who would be standing behind her.
"Still in your knickers Granger?", Malfoy questioned.
" I don't have time for you, Ferret. Go beg for attention elsewhere."
" I do not beg Mudblood, I am a Malfoy." Malfoy smirked, clearly amused by Hermione's absentmindedness and also because he had a clear view of her body. Malfoy strode towards Hermione, she had not even attempted to move away from him or towards her bedroom since the moment he had arrived.
As Malfoy drew closer to her, Hermione's mind was clearer than ever. She thoughts were not muddied by little details like her fight with Ron earlier or her unfinished homework. Malfoy continued to approach, stopping short within an inch of her face. As he looked down the bridge of his nose, Hermione made a mental notes on his physical appearance. His eyes were a haunting silver color that left her lost within their pools of molten steel. She could feel the intensity given off from his eyes. She began to feel dragonflies within her abdomen, fluttering rapidly, trying to escape the stomach acid that would surely kill them, had they actually existed.
"Why did you do it?" , Hermione asked him with pleading eyes and a sadness in her voice that she herself could not comprehend.
Draco intensely stared at Hermione's ear trying to find a way to escape those questioning eyes. Those round orbs that looked upon him with such kindness, love even. "Mudblood, get out of my way," Malfoy snarled. " before I Avada you for the inconvenience you pose to me." With that Hermione sighed, stepped aside and both walked toward their respecting bedrooms. When Malfoy reached his door, he burned holes into Hermione's back. " It had to be done."