Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my ideas the characters, and the world belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Haven't written in a very long time so I'm a little rusty and it's my first Harry Potter attempt.
Hermione felt a rush of emotions flow into her as she was paired with the one and only Slytherin ferret boy Malfoy. I mean he was great when it came to making potions so her grades wouldn't suffer, which of course was the most important thing to her. They had to conjure up seemingly every potion under the sun. It was going to be difficult and would take several months and lots of hard work. The hardest of all being that they had to be slightly civilized towards each other, he absolutely hated her and she absolutely hated her.
"Ugh." She groaned to herself internally as he walked towards her desk looking at her as if she was something he had just scrapped off of his shoes. She always tries not to let it bother her, but somehow she was always kept up at night with thoughts of him. He was horrible of course, without a doubt the most hated person in her mind. He was a slimy git. Although there was always something about him that made her wonder, he had this icy exterior beneath his good looks. She mentally slapped herself across the face.
"Good looks? What am I saying I'm going insane. Just plain barking mad." A loud thump drew Hermione out of her thoughts. Malfoy had slammed her book closed.
"Granger do you plan on doing anything or are you just going to sit there all day looking ugly and stupid?" He said with his trademark sneer.
"You know Malfoy I don't want to be paired with you anymore than you want to be paired with me. Ok? So just do us both a favor and let's try and get through this with as little eye contact and words as possible." He didn't hear a word she had said. He was too busy checking out her figure, boy had she grown up. For a filthy mudblood that is. She had become rather perfectly shapely he could tell even through her school robes. Perfectly ample chest down to her tiny waist and amazing hips. "Oh Merlin her hips."
"No matter how long you stare at me I'm not going to disappear and I'm still going to be your partner ferret."
"Do you always have to speak with that know-it-all tone?"
"Only when speaking to you because all past knowledge has led me to believe that you know nothing."
"Right that's why I have matching marks to yours you little miss perfect."
"Awww and did daddy buy you those marks? Or did he just threaten people with his scary voice?" She said in the best baby voice she could make sound as condescending as wizardly possible. As he smirked and quickly fired back,
"Did your newly sprouted tits assist you in all your fabulous Gryffindor achievements Granger?"
He instantly knew he'd hit a nerve he saw her body tense and her cheeks flush with a crimson red. Oh he loved that reaction from her and he knew he made them the brightest red they could ever be. Only he could get that reaction. He continued playing with her and her reactions.
"Did your mouth get you all those points?" he smirked. He watched as she got rock solid in her stance but he knew she was squirming on the inside.
"Come on Granger tell me who ya got on your knees for?" he moved closer to her. He loved working her up.
"You are disgusting." She whispered ferociously at him. She quickly gathered her things as class had ended and she had gone within seconds.
TBC