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CHAPTER TWO
Hermione made her way into the great hall the next morning for breakfast. Her robes were done up and here hair in a low pony tail. No one seemed to notice the light brushing of makeup she had put on her face that morning. But they would. She looked around at people conversing and eating until she found her three friends. Smiling brightly at Ron, Harry and Ginny, she slowly pulled her hair from in confining pony tail and let her robes hang open around her body showing everyone in the Great Hall the changes she had made last night.
Hermione made her way to her friends glacing casually around the dining hall. She noticed a certain Slytherins eyes following every move she made. she grinned to herself as she sat down trying to ignore her friends astonished looks. "What the bloody hell happened to you 'Mione?" Ron managed to spit out his eyes bulging out of his head.
Hermione looked at him through her lashes, she leaned forward onto the table showing off a great deal of cleavage, "Why, whatever do you mean Ronald?" she asked before biting slowly into a strawberry, moaning quietly at the taste and letting a little juice dribble down the side of her lip before looking Ron in straight in the eyes and licking her lips.
Ron looked uncomfortably at her lips then at her, "Uhm, just, er, oh...nevermind 'Mione," he said quickly, then turned to Harry for some sort of rescue.
"I like the look 'Mione," Ginny said encouragingly, trying to make up for her dimwit of a brother. Harry smiled and nodded in agreement before giving Ginny a kiss on the cheek and excusing himself.
"Thanks Gin, I just thought it was time for something new, you know?" Hermione smiled at her friend. Ginny nodded at her friend and then went on eating her breakfast.
Hermione would have tried talking to Ron but he was to busy shoveling food in his mouth like he was never going to eat again. She wrinkled her nose a little in disgust then grabbed a banana. She began eating it in a way that any hormonal boy in the great hall had noticed her eating it as she walked out. But what they hadn't noticed was a certain silver haired Slytherin following her out.
"EY MUDBLOOD!" Hermione heard echo after her in that certain silky voice she loved so much.
Every nerve in her body wanted to stop wanted to go up to him and scream at him for the way he had treated her, or possibly drag him into a broom closet and shag the living daylights out of him. She hadn't decided yet. But instead she kept walking, holding her head high and the pain back. She would be strong. She heard steps getting closer to her and picked up her pase but before she could even make it ten steps and large strong hand wrapped around her arm and spun her around.
"I called you mudblood, you should answer me when I call," he sneered at her, he actually looked angry, heat showing in those cold grey eyes. "What in bloody hell is this?" he asked motioning to her clothes and hair, "You look like a damn prostitute, who's got you all hot and bothered mudblood? Is it Weasley? You been shagging him too you little slag."
"For your information Malfoy, I do not appreciate your disgusting hands being placed on me, and I do not look like a slag, I look perfectly respectable. Also it is none of your business who's got me hot and bothered." Hermione responded snidely ripping her arm out of his grasp and looking up at him defiantly. She wouln't let him intimidate her. Wouldn't let him see what he does to her.
Draco started walking towards her for every step forward he took she took one back until he had her backed into a wall. HIs figure was leaning close to her as he lowered his lips to her neck brushing them softly across it. He moved his mouth up to her ear. Hermiones breath hitched as he started nibbling on her ear lobe. "Can he do this to you? Does he make you feel as good as I do?" he was smoothly whipsering into her ear, her eyes had closed, she had lost herself in him again. "Do you want him like you want me?" he continued until he nastily said, "Does he make your nasty little pussy soaking like you are right now for me mudblood?"
Hermione pushed him away angrily. Angry at him for doing that to her. For making her feel that way, for making her want him more than she wanted life itself. Angry at herself for letting him do this to her. This WAS NOT part of the plan. If the plan was going to work, if it was going to make him hurt she could not let herself react to him that way. Even if he was right and her knickers were soaking.
"You do nothing for me, I was over you as soon as I saw another good looking boy. You Draco Malfoy are nothing but a little boy who has some compensation issues," she replied coldly, making a point of looking at his pelvis when talking about his "compensation issues". Smirking at his agahst expression Hermione flipped her hair over her shoulder turned on her heel and strutted her way to Potions.
