Hermione had wandered almost aimlessly away from the others, nose buried in a book. Draco's eyes followed her out of the Great Hall and after a moment he hopped up to trail her. He couldn't help the smirk that formed as he realized she was heading down a corridor that didn't go any where. He hurried after and turned the corner quickly.
"Expallarimus!" The incantation caught him off guard and his wand went spinning out of his hand clattering to the ground behind him. Hermione had her wand out and red sparks were shooting out barely missing his face. Her brown eyes narrowed in distrust, his glued to her wand. He did not think she'd get him cornered and wandless. It was a surprising albeit concerning situation.
"Why have you been following me?" she demanded, a slight quiver to her voice, revealing how unnerved his behavior was making her. His smirk reformed as he met her eyes. Perhaps the situation wasn't as dire as he thought.
"Why would I be stalking a dirty mudblood? I've got no interest in you Granger, " he stated with a scoff as he crossed his arms.
The sparks slowed in their intensity and Hermione began chewing her bottom lip, then she met his eyes fiercely and feverishly hissed out, "All the evidence says otherwise, I've taken notes Malfoy. I'm positive you're following me. Why else would you be outside the second floor girls bathroom? And the day before that hiding in the library while I studied with Ron and Harry."
"That hardly proves anything. Coincidence Granger. It happens."
"I came down this corridor to confront you. Why else would you be here? There's only one door Malfoy and it's a fake!"
His eyes turned hard as he pushed past her, "I have better things to do then argue with a paranoid mudblood. I'm leaving." He walked in quick strides but as he reached the corner to her voice carried to him.
"I'll tell Harry and Ron you've been following me. If you think I'm paranoid, just with for them to get involved."
The threat rang in his ears and he flushed red in anger. She was actually threatening him? Threatening him with a blood traitor weasel and scar head? Seething, he stalked over and cornered her.
"Leave it Granger."
"Leave what? Why have you been following me?"
"I said leave it!" He growled out.
"So you can continue to stalk me?" she laughed and her voice got shriller. "I think not!"
And then he was kissing her, violently. In her surprise she tried to jump backward but only managed to knock her head against the wall. His hand moved to her cheek as to pull her closer. She was sure her lips would bruise from the force of it all. Then he stopped, he met her eyes briefly, a look of terror on his face, and fled. He paused to snatch his wand off the ground before sweeping around the corner.
"Draco?" She squeaked. He didn't respond.
She stood where he left her, fingers ghosting over her lips. She couldn't help the small smile that was tugging at her lips and it spread into a full grin as everything he had ever done to her finally made sense. He didn't hate her. Although that left her confused. He was still a bastard. A coward. He still had bullied her and her friends. Frowning, she closed her book with a snap and headed to the common room, thinking all the way.
