Adversary Affection

Chapter One: Enemies

A single finger was flipping slick pages of a magazine, a single pale finger. Laughter sounded behind her, from

the other girls in her dorm. But one laugh stood out: a high pitched, preppy laugh. Hermione Granger didn't even have to turn her head to know it was Lavender Brown, the girl who'd stolen her boyfriend from under her very nose. But, alas, she did turn her head to look at the group of girls, already in their nightgowns.

Parvati Patil's crimped brown hair bounced as she laughed, her white tank and shorts pajamas vivid against

her darkly tanned skin. Her hazel eyes were alive with humor as she listened to Sherrice Gorandom tell another story about her stupid kid sister. Sherrice had reddish-brown hair which was wispy and a bit frizzy. Her hair was layered and fell in one layer to her shoulders, which was curled under. Her other layer fell just below her shoulders and was curled out. Plain, dark brown eyes adorned her dark, African-American skin. Kaira Jortese was an Asian girl, with shiny black hair and alive, almond shaped chocolate eyes. Her complexion was an olive tan and her skin hadn't a blemish upon it.

Of course, none of them compared to 'Lavender Brown, the Luscious Beauty of the Seventh Year'. Long, golden-blonde hair fell down her back, almost to her waist. A fair skin tone framed perfectly curled, colored black lashes. Her lips couldn't have been more alluring, done in a shimmering color of crimson. And of course, the perfect body. Who wouldn't want Lavender Brown's body? She had to wear a least a C-cup and she had such a tiny waist. She wasn't too tall, nor was she short, and she knew how to show that body off. And those electric blue eyes! They matched her spaghetti-strap top and underwear pajamas set. Lavender may have been the Goddess of the seventh year, but she was not the nicest. She was actually, to but it bland, a bitch.

And then there was Hermione, who had a few good qualities, or so she thought. She was nothing to compare

to anything of the girls sitting on Kaira's bed, but at least she wasn't downright ugly. Creamy, chocolate curls

fell in different lengths to her mid-back. A fair complexion and a clear face, she had cinnamon brown eyes that shimmered in the light. Her body wasn't bad, could actually compare with Miss Perfect's.

Hermione stood, trying not to draw attention from the other girls, knowing she'd receive a rude comment from Lavender. All of the other girls liked her, even Lavender's best friend, Parvati. Hermione got into her dresser, searching for her pajamas. She drew out her favorite ones. They were a sweet sugar pink, the pieces a pair of pants and a tank top. They had tiny stars in a pastel yellow color on them.

"Aren't those pajamas just adorable!?" Kaira exclaimed. She just loved those pajamas and had to say something every time Hermione put them on. All of the other girls agreed, except Lavender, of course.

"Look more like a four-year-old's pajamas," Lavender muttered. Hermione smiled at the girls, drawing her bed covers back.

"Thanks, guys. Night."

"Night," they all chorused. Hermione turned out her lamp, chucking her magazine to the floor. She crawled under her bed covers and drew her curtain back, hearing a few of the other girls going to bed. But she didn't go to sleep. She just couldn't go to sleep knowing her boyfriend was in love with the girl that she hated instead of her. She thought about different ways to get him back...Offer him money, offer to have endless sex with him, get herself a make-over, beg him...but nothing appealed. Nothing hit the spot. Thinking about this, she drifted to sleep...

***

Her curtains had been drawn back, her eyes pressed tightly together. Bright sunlight bathed her in light, her chocolate curls gleaming. Her eyes fluttered open only to see her window's curtains had been drawn back as had her bed curtains. She blinked the daylight out of her eyes and glanced at her clock. Half and hour before she

was due to get up. She sighed, someone had deliberately done that. She glanced at the one she knew did it

only to see a smirk plastered on those colorless tiers.

Hermione threw back her bed covers and got some clothes ready for her shower. She brought her wand with her to the shower room, setting her clothes down on one of the benches. She walked into the showers, her wand in hand. She walked to the shower that Lavender always used and thought a second.

"Frigidiness reaplicon!" The one spell that Hermione knew would drive her crazy. She leered and walked back to her clothes on the bench, setting her wand down. She took her shower and got dressed before any of the other girls were awake. She was staring at herself in the lavatory mirror when Sherrice and Parvati trudged in sluggishly to get their showers ready.

Hermione was pondering whether or not she should try something new for a look today. She'd decided she wanted to win Ron back, but she still didn't know how. She held her curls up in a kind of bun, pursing her lips in a secretive, sensual way. "You look great, baby."

"Hermione, what are you doing?" Hermione jumped to see Kaira behind her, grinning.

"Oh, uh, I was, uh, trying to--"

"Save it. Just save it, Herm." Kaira giggled and walked to the shower room, while Hermione sighed. She glanced down at her clothes. Maybe she should chuck the goody-goody clothing? A definite yes. She went back to her dresser, searching through her clothes, anything but that old T-shirt and shorts. And she found nothing. Lavender walked by groggily, rubbing the side of her face. She had obviously fallen back asleep after she'd woken Hermione up. Hermione left her dresser and peeked into the shower room to watch Lavender turn her shower on.

A scream filled the room and Lavender went running out of the showers, to her bed, hopping back in it, wrapping her blankets around herself, shivering violently. Hermione snorted, holding back laughter. Lavender's skin was the palest shade of blue, her lips were near purple, and her hair was practically one big ice block. Ice pieces were molded into her hair, a few pieces of her hair had broken off. Oh, that was going to cause damage.

Hermione left her dorm before Lavender could go off on her. The only reason she hadn't already was probably because she was naked and everyone else was around her, arguing over which spell to use to unfreeze her hair

so that it wouldn't break anymore.

Hermione slipped into Ginny's dorm to find her doing her make-up. "Hey, Gin." Hermione said as she sat on Ginny's bed, watching her as she did her make-up at her vanity. Ginny was putting eye-liner on her eyes and mouthed hi to Hermione while she concentrated. Hermione watched intently, watching Ginny's had movements.

She blinked a few times after she was finished, smiling at Hermione in her mirror.

"Hi!"

"Ginny, could you do me a favor?"

"Sure," Ginny said, slipping her eye-liner back in her vanity drawer and pulling out her lip-gloss. "What do you need?"

"Could you find me something to wear that isn't so...me?" Ginny put her lip-gloss down and looked Hermione over.

"Are you asking for a make-over?" Ginny inquired. Hermione shook her head frantically.

"No! I just want something more...provocative to wear." Ginny smirked.

"I heard Lavender scream and then I heard your dorm mates arguing about how to unfreeze her hair. What did you do?" Hermione giggled.

"I put the frigidius charm on her shower. Brilliant, eh?" Ginny laughed, throwing her head back.

"Oh, yes, very brilliant!" Ginny was still giggling as she headed towards her dresser. Her dorm mates were also doing their make-up. What a modern group of girls, Hermione thought. Ginny had started going through her clothing, looking for something. She grinned at Hermione before she pulled something out. "You want to be provocative, then wear this!" Ginny thrust an outfit into Hermione's hands. Hermione unfolded the garments and her jaw dropped.

"Are you crazy?! These are club dancing clothes!"

"Hermione, wake up to this year! That outfit will draw attention to you! I think I packed it so I could wear it on Holloween...Go as a hooker or something."

"Hooker?"

"A prostitute."

"Oh, well, the outfit would go perfectly with the theme, but you'd get in trouble for wearing it."

"Oh well, just try it on!" Ginny shoed Hermione into her bathroom. Hermione was in there for at least five

minutes before Ginny knocked. "Are you alive in there? Did the clothes eat you? Hello?" Hermione groaned.

"I am going to get into so much trouble for wearing this, Ginny Weasley!" Ginny laughed.

"Oh well! Come on out, I want to see it!" Hermione walked out of the bathroom, trying to slouch so that the shirt would cover her stomach. Ginny grinned. "Perfect!" Hermione glared at her, her lips pressed thin. The shirt was a yellow halter that tied at the neck and in the back. The black skirt was tiny, coming to her mid thighs. The black heels were actually healed sandals that had a T-clasp around the ankle. Hose covered her legs, making them look tanned and sleek. "You're going to have your robes on over it, anyway, and Ron will love it!"

"Who says I'm wearing this for Ron?!" Hermione's voice was panicked.

"Like I can't tell. He's my brother and you're one of my best friends." Hermione frowned.

"I can't wear this!" Hermione hopped back in the bathroom, listening to Ginny's protests the entire time she was changing back into her white T-shirt and blue-jean shorts.

***

Hermione stared at the floor deflty as she waited for some of the crowd to move away from the Great Hall. It was always like this in the mornings, people trying to get in for breakfast, people trying to get out to get forgotten books or supplies, people gathered around talking, people at thr bulletin board for Quidditch schedules and extra class cancellations and such.

The people in front of her had started to move, and she took a step forward, glancing to the right. But she ran into someone from the left. She was caught too far off-guard and she ended up on the groound. She glanced up only to see that she had run into Draco Malfoy. She thought of what he'd say. He couldn't say Granger or Mudblood. Not since last year when Harry had made a dramatic rescue of Draco from his father who was trying to convince him to go to the dark side. Of course, since Draco didn't want to, Lucious was going to kill him. In return, Draco had to agree to never be rude to them again. Them meant Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Watch where you're going!" Draco snapped, his thin lips having no trouble forming the slick words. His pale

skin meshed with his silvery-blonde hair that was cut so that his bangs fell in his face, but the rest was short enough to stay close to his head. Hermione stared at him for a second, blinking. "Are you going to say anything?! Or just sit there?!" She was whipped back to reality in a second's time, a tiny smile perched upon her lips.

"I've got it!!" Hermione said, grinning. "I've got it!" She stood and grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him away from any of the other people. When she had pulled him to a corner, he wrenched his arm out of her grasp, glaring at her.

"What the Hell do you mean, 'you've got it' ?" Draco snapped, his voice smooth and angry. Hermione shoved some hair off of her shoulders, pressing her lips together. This wasn't going to be easy. She was suddenly nervous and she started to play with her fingers. "Granger! I don't have all day!"

"Well, I was hoping you could help me with something..." Hermione's voice trailed off as she stared at the ground. She felt so insignificant, standing only five feet, eight inches while Draco had to be at least six foot, one, if not taller.

"Why would I want to help you with anything?!" She looked up at him, her face placed in a desperate frown.

"It'll make Ron mad," she offered, the only thing she could think of that would appeal to him at all.

"Is that the only thing you have to offer?" Draco asked impatiently, his eyes glancing all around, as if to make sure he wasn't seen by anyone with a Gryffindor. Hermione nodded, then shook her head, and winced.

"I don't know. I mean...I want Ron back. So I was thinking maybe if I used you -- the one person he hates most -- to pretend you were my boyfriend, then maybe he'd realize what he let go and-"

"No." The word was simple, strong, determined, and unquestionable. Draco disaggreed and Hermione suddenly felt like she might cry. She hadn't succeeded. She hadn't succeeded in keeping her relationship with Ron like she'd wanted, and she hadn't been able to convince Draco. She turned around and walked away, lips hanging apart a bit, her steps weak, and, if she had talked, her words would have been slurred.

She plopped down sullenly next to Ginny at the Gryffindor table. She didn't even touch her bacon or eggs, she just sat there, staring at it. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Ginny asked her. Hermione put on her best smile and looked up at her.

"Oh, I was just in space, sorry." She reached out and shoved some eggs down her throat before she realized that she had left her bag, with all of her books, in the hall where she had left Draco. She excused herself from Ginny's presence and jogged back out there, trying to hide the fact that she felt so horrible.

She glanced around the area outside the doors to the Great Hall until she spotted her books over where she had been talking to Draco at. She walked over and noticed a few of her quills on the floor and she knelt to gather them.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Hermione looked up to see the face she would have given anything not to see. Electric blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and fair skin glared down at her. She reached down and grabbed Hermione's books, holding them above Hermione's head. Before Hermione could even see what was happening, those books had come down on her head. Hermione felt she sharpest pain soar through her head and heard words before her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell over. "Nobody freezes my hair and gets away with it!"

***

A sudden, cold, wet blast hit her face and she pressed her eyes shut at the sudden shock. She opened her eyes to see only unfocused things in front of her. It looked like...A wand. No, now there were what looked like glasses, yes, glasses. Behind glasses were...green...eyes? Another pair of eyes, silverish, it seemed, against the palest of skin loomed at her. She groaned a bit, blinking until things settled into focus.

"Hermione? Hermione?" Harry Potter sat in front of her, on his knees. He set his wand down and reached out to brush a single chocolate curl out of her eyes. "Are you alright?" Hermione stared at him a moment before she moaned, the searing pain in her head suddenly very noticable.

"I think I'm going to kill someone," Hermione said, slowly sitting up while holding the side of her head. Harry looked confused, but Draco Malfoy smirked. He knew she was talking about Lavender Brown. Hermione winced and took her hand from her head. A bit of blood lingered on her fingers. She glanced around slowly, looking for her bag of books. Her bag lay a few feet away, her books, quills, parchment, and ink bottles laying spread around the hallway.

"Lavender dropped Hermione's books on her head." Draco stated, grabbing Hermione's shoulder and leaning her forward to get a look at her head. Blood mingled in her hair, but not too much. Hermione shivered at his touch. His skin was cold, and she could feel it through her T-shirt. "Doesn't look too bad. Take her to the Hospital Wing. She probably won't be attending classes today."

"I have to go to classes! If I don't, Lavender will think I'm a whimp! She'll make fun of me!" Hermione whined, peering desperately at Harry.

"Hermione, you sound like a little girl. The thing Lavender wants is for you to do what you're doing. She wants you to fight to get back in classes and then she'll tease you. And then you'll get embarrassed. So just stay in the Hospital Wing," Harry stated, not letting Hermione sneak any words in. Hermione wasn't even looking at him; she was staring at Draco, a defeated look on her face. Draco didn't seem to notice, his eyes were on the Quidditch Shedule across the hall. "Hermione? Hermione!" Harry had to grab her shoulder for her attention.

"What?" Hermione turned to Harry.

"Let's go before a teacher finds you and makes a fuss and everyone comes out here." Harry took Hermione's hand and slowly, very slowly, pulled her to her feet with him. Draco stood as well, a slight smirk dusting his thin tiers.

"I'll be off to breakfast," he stated, before taking those quick, paced, perfect steps away. He was the perfect thing to get Ron back, and Hermione knew it. Why couldn't he just say yes? Why did he have to be a jerk? This was all his fault in the first place! If he hadn't said no, then Hermione wouldn't have forgotten her books in her sulking, and therefore those books wouldn't have gotten dropped on her head. Of course, anything to make it seem like it wasn't stupidity on Hermione's part was what she searched for.

Hermione and Harry started down the hallway, Hermione stumbling every now and then from having passed out. Miraculously, they didn't meet up with any teachers on the way to the Hospital Wing.

***

Silver eyes dusted and shadowed with slices of silver-blonde hair stared at the table he sat at with Pansy Parkinson next to him. She was acting sensuous. She had been after Draco for years, and God, how he hated her. She flipped her hair, her tight, dark brown, almost black curls from her tanned face. She wasn't as ugly as she used to be, no, not at all. But Draco just didn't find her attractive.

"Mr. Malfoy? Do you know the spell?" That perspicuous voice didn't alter his thoughts.

Hermione Granger floated to view. That pleading voice, the desperation in her expression as she asked him to help her. Some part of him had softened for the geeky know-it-all. This surprised him. Draco Malfoy softened for no one! Especially some Gryffindor Mudblood! A helpless one at that! But, still...He felt bad, actually felt bad, for her. He must have really hurt her so much for her to forget her books. She loved her books and she'd forgotten them after he'd refused her. Wow, she must be desperate. And it must have taken some guts to walk up to him and ask him that.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Again, that sagacious voice didn't cut into his head.

Perhaps he should help her? Perhaps he should say yes? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. It was all a decision. Did he really want to ruin his reputation by doing this? Did he want to help the reckless girl that had just gotten a bag of books dropped on her head? Did he really want to let people think he was a softy? Did he want to --

"Draco Lucious Malfoy!" Now that intolerant voice shoved all of his thoughts away. He looked up quickly to his Transfiguration Professor. Every pair of eyes in the classroom was on him. He didn't blush, no, but he was embarrassed.

"Yes?"

"For the third time, do you know the spell?" Draco glanced to the board, anywhere where he might find a clue as to what she was talking about.

"Can you repeat what the spell performs, please?" Professor McGonagall turned to Blaise Zabini, who had his hand raised. A dark haired boy with strange crimson colored eyes that always had a malicious smirk placed on thin lips was called upon.

"The Sharadeonius spell, Professor." Draco rolled his own eyes, now, being supremely reminded of Hermione. He just didn't know if he should help her now. God, she could certainly be annoying! But, with the right help, she could be pretty...Oh, he didn't know. But he would soon.

***

The Bell to end first period rang and Hermione was sitting outside of the Hospital Wing. It had taken a lot of persuasion of Madam Pomfrey to get her that far. She didn't enjoy the stuffy Hospital Wing. So here she sat, on a bench outside of the Infirmary, feeling drowsy. That spell Madame Pomfrey had put on her to make her head heal had made her feel somnolent. Something caught her attention as she was walking by.

"I think he's starting to like me!" A snobbish voice said. Around the corner came Pansy Parkinson and her friend, Jennifer Mercitus.

"Who?"

"Draco, duh! I think he was checking me out in Transfiguration! I'm going to ask him to Hogsmeade!" Hermione's heart dropped. If Draco really had been checking Pansy out, then her chance at getting her true love back was slim to none. She really did love Ron. And about the whole Lavender thing -- it was just a...stupid mistake! Yeah, that was it. And that's what Hermione believed. She was still in love with Ron.

She sighed. Her life was just falling apart. She looked down at the floor, feeling quite disappointed. Her eyes stopped on a folded piece of parchment. Her curiosity flared and she walked to the middle of the corridor where it lay. She picked it up and took it back to the bench before she opened it up.

Dear Kita,

Whats up my girl?! Nothing much here. Oh, you wont BELIEVE what I did! I got this boyfriend, Ron, and guess WHAT? He had a girlfriend when we started to get into eachother. So, were together one night, were making out in the library. And his girlfriend, hermione, walks in. She sees us and she runs off crying! What a dork! Can you believe that?! Thats just so stupid! I mean, just because she walked in on her boyfriend and me making out! I was like, uh! Anyways, today she put the frigidius spell on my shower and froze my hair! Can you BELIEVE that? I was like, you little bitch! Anyway, I better get going, this stupid professor is going to yell at me if she catches me writing a note when Im supposed to be copying from the board! OMG, I so have to see you in Hogsmeade this weekend! Write me back before Friday! Love you, muah, muah! Hehe. see you then!

Love,

Lavender.

P.S. What kind of messed up name is Hermione anyway? Hehehe, shes so nerdy! Curly brown hair and brown eyes. BORING! No wonder Ron sought out me! Hehe, bai, bai, girly!

Hermione's heart broke. She blinked back tears. Was her name really that stupid? Was she really that boring? Was she really a whimp? Was she ugly? She left the note there before she got up and ran down the hallway, forcing tears back down her throat. She would get into trouble for leaving the Infirmary, but she didn't care.

She turned a corner, and SMACK!

She opened her eyes for the second time, to see silver eyes staring back. Draco? Is that you? She realized she wasn't even talking, and blinked a few times. For the second time today, she'd ended up on the ground. She was going to loose her memory at this rate. She sat up, wincing.

"Are you okay?" That voice had the same, mezmerizing tone as it always did, but the coldness wasn't there. She looked to Draco, who was kneeling next to her. Wow, the second time today. She rubbed her head and remembered how she'd ended up walking around the corner in the first place. The note. The note, written by Lavender Brown, about her. Her eyes fell to the ground, the pain and sadness flowing back in a rush. "Are you okay?" Draco asked again.

"I -- uh -- I'm fine." Hermione went to get to her feet and wobbled fiercely. Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her back down to the ground. His touch wasn't very gentle, but Hermione hadn't expected it to be. "What?"

"You're not fine," Draco stated plainly. Hermione furrowed her brows, pretending to be angry. Right now, she just wanted to run to her room and cry.

"I am fine! How would you know how I feel?!" Hermione snapped abruptly. Draco blinked, shrugging like he was messing with her head, which he was.

"I just thought, if you were fine, I wouldn't feel so bad for you," Draco said slowly. Hermione quirked a brow.

"Go on."

"Well, I was thinking about your desperate little 'scheme'. I thought since you'd fallen down so many times...Since Lavender wrote that note about you...Since all of this stuff is happening kind of quick...that I might want to help you," Draco explained. He stood, though, and quickly added, "But you say you're fine so, you obviously don't need my help." With that, Draco turned around and started to walk away. Hermione's mouth hung open and she froze for a second.

"Dr -- Dra -- Draco!" she stuttered, wobbling to her feet and stumbling after him. She caught his arm, grasping it for support as the corridor around her seemed to swirl. "I -- I'm not fine!" Hermione managed, grasping his arm still tighter. His silver eyes danced against hers, cold and expressionless.

"The amazing Granger is asking for help?!" Draco threw his head back and laughed. Hermione again felt defeated, but now the pain of being tricked like that added to the sting. She shoved off of his arm stumbling backwards and nearly falling over backwards. Draco smirked, watching her. "Alright."

Hermione stopped stumbling away and turned and stared at him, her footing suddenly regained. "W -- what?"

"You're asking me to repeat that?" Draco asked snobbishly towards her. Hermione smiled, biting her lip.

"You're going to help me, then?!" Draco rolled silver eyes and nodded like he didn't want to, which he didn't.

"Alright means 'yes' in English, doesn't it?" Hermione grinned and ran at him, throwing her arms around his neck, pulling him close. He backed away, removing her arms from his neck in a jerky manner. "Don't touch."

"Alright! Thank you!" Hermione turned and ran off as Madam Pomfrey came around the corner.

"Mr. Malfoy, have you seen Hermione Granger?" Draco smiled and shook his head.

"Haven't seen her all day," Draco lied before turning and walking away.

***

[) Author's Note: If you can't tell, this is a REWRITE of Falling in Love with the Enemy! Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be writing the sequel to FILWTE, but I just realized how messed up and horribly placed the first one was! So, I decided to rewrite it, to make everything a bit more understandable! I hope this is a bit more well-planned! LoLz, in the old one, I had it made out to where Draco's father had been killed, Harry was going out with Cho, but was in love with Ginny, and a few other things. So, I decided to rewrite this, just to get those things straight. Thanks, and please review! (]