Oh, bloody hell.' Ron said, staring over Hermione's shoulder at breakfast.
'What?' Harry asked, as he and Hermione both turned around. Draco caught Hermione's eye and winked.
'What d'you want?' Ron asked, rather more forcefully than he'd intended.
He addressed Hermione with another wink. 'Meet me later.'
Hermione watched as Draco walked away. Stared, really. What the hell is going on?
Harry spoke first. 'What, the bloody fuck was that about?'
'You're not going to, are you?' Ron said with a meaningful glance across the table. Well, he hoped it was meaningful. Unfortunately it came out his usual pathetic.
'What's it to you?' Hermione looked indignant.
Harry chuckled quietly. The whole world knew Ron was desperately in love with Hermione. Everyone knew Hermione had feelings for him. But as smart as Hermione was, she had no clue Ron felt that way. And it's pointless to say he didn't know how she felt, he was simply a blithering idiot.
In fact, making Ron seem dumb was Hermione's way of flirting. And Ron's was making fun of her for it.
So in actuality they'd been flirting shamelessy since the day they met.
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Draco was far too distracted in Charms that morning.
What the hell am I going to do about this? Blaise was reminding him constantly about they're little bet. Luckily for Draco, there was no time frame. He could get Granger when he was bloody 35. But why waste his life?
He was so nervous he kept sneaking glances at the girl behind her back.
And she noticed.
Hermione shuddered, as unable to work as Ron and Harry for once. 'That's so… creepy.'
'What was that?' Ron looked at her shiftily.
'Er… nothing.' Hermione snapped distractedly.
Ron couldn't believe how impatient she was. Merlin, he loved that witch.
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Hermione received an owl at 7:30 that evening.
Entrance Hall. 8:00. Come alone. Draco
Yeah, cause that's not creepy at all.
She sighed and got rid of the letter. But nevertheless trudged up to her dormitory to … brush her hair, or something like that.
At eight o'clock she headed down to the Entrance Hall. Thank God for Quidditch practice … Harry and Ron won't see me. Draco was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
Better get this over with. Draco thought to himself. Although she did look good …
What the hell are you thinking? Pull yourself together. Proving a point here. Show time.
'Hurry up, Malfoy. I haven't got all evening.' She sat down beside him.
Her bluntness caught him by surprise. 'Be nice, Mudblood. Besides … where else would you have to go?' He smirked.
'I have much more important things to do. Besides … I'm sure you've got somewhere to be.'
'I'll take that as a compliment.' At least somebody noted the sex-god part. Even if it was the mudblood. 'But anyways … on to other matters. I'm curious…' He placed a hand on hers and squeezed, smirking coyly. 'How are Gryffindors? Blaise wants to try it.'
'That's why I'm here?' She raised an eyebrow, laughing wryly at the situation. She slapped his hand away, standing up.
'In other words … terrible. See, that's what I said. Gryffindors are too… easy.' He smirked, standing up as well. He looked at her and felt his face collide with her hand. Ah well. He liked them feisty.
'You're disgusting.' She walked away.
He felt his cheek tingle where she'd smacked him. Violent wench. He'd need to try something new to win this bet.
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What a prick. Hermione turned into the first empty classroom and sat down on a desk. How are Gryffindors… honestly. Like she'd really answer that question.
And here she'd expected something like … homework help.
She rested her chin on her tingling hand, the one he'd squeezed. Why it was tingling, who knew, who cared?
Maybe it was the squeeze.
Maybe it was the impact of the slap.
Maybe it was something else.
No. Scratch that last. Nothing else. There was nothing else.
Everytime a smirk decorated that pointed face of his she wanted to smack him.
Then again, everytime Ron said something stupid she wanted to kick his shin.
Oh, bloody fuck no.
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'Hermione, what's wrong?' Ginny sat down across from her at breakfast. Hermione hadn't slept. At all.
'I'm displacing my effing feelings and I had a run in with effing Ma- nevermind.'
'Wait. What was that? You're displacing feelings. For my brother?' Ginny laughed out loud.
Hermione only nodded, so Ginny continued. 'Who? Is he hot?'
Hermione glanced over at Malfoy. No he most definetly- 'So hot.' What? What the hell was she saying??
'Wanna know my opinion?' She smiled mischievously.
No. 'Sure.'
'Ditch the loser – that'd be my bro – and go for the guy.'
'What??' Ginny had obviously lost her mind and needed a new one. Pronto.
'If he's as hot as you say … it'd totally make Ron jealous. Idiotic prat.'
Hermione was liking this Weasley chick more and more. Ginny grinned. 'So who is he?'
