A/N: This is my first try at a story in this fandom, so please be gentle. However, do tell me if I should continue. I'm very unsure of this one.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter not mine.
An Unpredictable Thing
By MadRiver
"Come on"
"No"
"Please, I'm begging you!"
"No, Malfoy!"
"You're such a cock tease!" Draco Malfoy screamed in frustration at the petite brunette standing defiantly in front of him.
"And proud of it!" she shot back through gritted teeth before storming away from him in a huff.
"AAAHHHH!!" He raged, banging his fists against the nearby wall.
He stayed like that for a few moments, glaring intently at the innocent wall and grinding his teeth until his jaw started to ache. Then he slowly lowered his forehead to rest against the cool surface between his clenched hands and took deep breaths in an effort to rein in his temper.
It had been two months... two fucking months and still nothing!
Draco prided himself on his iron will and steely determination but this was asking a little too much.
Two months ago he had finally done THE impossible. THE unimaginable. THE unthinkable.
He… Draco Malfoy… had actually managed to convince the one and only Hermione Granger… to go out with him.
Now, as far as life accomplishments went, it wasn't the Quidditch Cup or anything but it was definitely right up there with seizing the snitch from right under Potter's nose; especially when it had caused basically the same effect.
The look on her friends' faces had been priceless. If he had known that it would cause so much commotion he would've made sure to have a camera handy. As it was, he was just going to have to live off of his memory of that moment for the rest of his life.
It had been worth it.
The cajoling and the gifts. The ridicule he had endured from his housemates… everything. Just to see that poleaxed look on Potter and Weasly's face.
It had also been a great experience. Getting to know Granger and her eccentricities had been exciting and beyond entertaining.
But as the days grew into weeks and now into months, the girl hadn't so much as kissed him! And that was what had him ready to climb up the walls.
She hugged him; she pecked his cheek and cuddled. God, did the girl like to cuddle!
He had tried every trick in the book to just get her to touch her lips to his and she still wouldn't give in!
Chocolates! Jewelry! Endless moonlit walks by the lake! Hours spent gazing deeply into her eyes!
He was beyond frustrated.
If he could only get past that first barrier, that oh so unforgettable first kiss, then he knew he had her. It was getting her to cross that last line, that last wall, which had him stuck on the slobbering plateau of puppy love. Yuck!
He hadn't done puppy love even when he had been young enough to do so, and it didn't escape his sense of cynicism that now that he was old enough, and equipped enough, to actually be able to do something… he was forced to waste all of his energy on innocent hand holding and sweet cuddling.
It was enough to make his teeth ache.
This had been another night where they had spent the whole afternoon together. Where he had said all of the right things and behaved rather admirably, in his humble opinion.
And as the evening had come to a close and he had walked her back to her dorm, he had softly grabbed her by the arm and slowly turned her to face him.
He had picked the perfect spot for it, too.
Right in front of one of the glass paned windows that overlooked Hogwarts' snow covered scenery. The moonlight had fallen just right, softly framing her heart-shaped face and the tender look directed at him. It had been the perfect moment; he had felt it in his bones.
And yet, as he had lowered his head, gazing intently into her eyes as he finally moved in for the kill… she had turned her head quickly away so that his kiss had landed upon her eye.
Now, it's only fair to say that until that moment he had always been the perfect gentleman. He had always understood and played her rejection off by changing the subject or pretending that nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
But as Draco had stared at her downcast face, her pouty red lips just a thought away from his, he had finally lost it.
It had been a long and arduous struggle against his not-so-charming nature; and he had fought until the very end. Unfortunately, as he knew it would, it had finally managed to escape the tight grip he had been keeping on it and surfaced with a vengeance.
He had begged her!
The shame of that would probably stay with him for a veeerrry long time.
And when that had failed, he had insulted her.
He was a buggering idiot and he knew it but there was only so much that a young, healthy, hot-blooded male could take. He had managed to balance his natural nastiness with a dose of temperance by telling himself that the reward would be worth it; and it certainly had been that in certain things.
"But I'm not a bloody monk!" He let out with exasperation before pushing himself off the wall and making his way back down the stairs and towards the Slytherin dungeons.
As he strode through the darkened hallways, a new idea started to form in his mind, bringing a spring to his step and straightening his shoulders with purpose.
Since she didn't seem to pay any attention to his new self, didn't seem to appreciate the leaps and bounds he was doing for her, then he had no choice but to fall back on what he did know.
"To hell with it all." He muttered darkly.
She seemed to have liked his old self well enough so why mess with perfection.
Tomorrow morning Hermione Granger was going to get a very rude awakening.
Now please tell me what you think! Thanks in advance!
MadRiver