Chapter Two

Hermione

All I'd been able to think during the train ride was that Ron's family clock had been on mortal peril. I could sense bad things were going to happen this year. I was scared, nervous and also stressed from the upcoming NEWTS. Luckily, I had been able to take all the subjects I wanted to, but the bad thing was that Voldemort had returned, there was no doubt about it.

And Draco Malfoy walked in on me kissing Ron.

I had been enjoying the moment, actually putting up with Ron's slobbery tongue for more than two minutes before I saw his blond head over Ron's shoulder and pulled away in horror. Malfoy stood staring in the doorway, one eyebrow raised like a sort of pale, grey eyed statue.

"My, my, don't let me stop you two love birds," he said eventually with such sarcasm I was surprised it didn't drip from his mouth all the way onto the floor. "In fact," he said as he strolled into the classroom, a bit jauntily. "Why don't you both have sex?" He said a little nastily. "Right here on the table. You may as well!" He said raising his voice. He leered at both of us. Both me and Ron looked back at him in shock. He seemed positively angry. The moments passed. He swallowed and his grey eyes darted quickly between the both of us. He silently walked over to an empty desk and picked up a book, slipping it into his bag. He hesitated.

He seemed to be searching for an insult, but unable to find one, he left the room. Leaving us in silence.

"…what was that about?" I asked eventually. Ron shrugged.

"He hates us, and guess he doesn't like public displays of affection," he said with a cheeky grin. I laughed.

"Well, I better go to Arithmacy," I said quickly. Ron nodded and eagerly kissed me on the cheek, crashing into a table as he walked forward. I smiled endearingly at him and left.

Walking down the corridors, all I could see was Malfoy's angry face. What on earth had just happened to him?

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Draco

My reaction to that freckly Weasel kissing Granger hadn't exactly been smooth. It just happened. The sudden anger made me say things I shouldn't have- things I didn't know why I even said. I had no idea why it had bothered me so much. I had far too many other things to think about. But it had happened again.The moment another male made an advance towards her, I'm consumed with a strange, unavoidable fury. It passed my mind that I was possibly jealous but the idea seemed so positively ludicrous that I denied it.. I couldn't be, could I?

I looked across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, straight to her. Potter was leaning over to hug her and in answer to my question a very bitter taste filled my mouth. The fucking fame hungry twat, I wanted to rip his head off-

I slowly squished a pea with the end of my fork in horror. This was simply not possible. Why on earth was I jealous of others getting close to that smartass little mud blood. She infuriated me. She, she

I gave in. I couldn't deny it anymore. It went against every inner value I had, but I liked her brain.

Every time I verbally spared with her I felt alive. She was my intellectual equal. She could match me in a way no other female could. She was fiery. She was smart. She was Hermione. With a sudden dawn of realization, I came to the conclusion that she was mineto love to hate. And I had to have her. Just once, of course. Like Blaise had so lovingly pointed out. I would not been seen dead with her and I could see myself being sick at the thought of ever having a relationship with her. But my God would Ilike to fuck Granger so hard against the wall that she was screaming my name and begging me to stop.

I just needed to work out howto get her.

And to kill Dumbledore, ofcouse. I needed to work out how to do that.

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