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Chapter 2
-Shot Down-
::At the feast [the sorting and headmasters speech has already passed]::
Hermione sat next to Harry, her hand on his leg moving it up and down. It was hilarious watching him trying to eat with the sensation she knew he was getting from her hand on his leg. The conversation was the same subject as always, Quidditch. Hermione sat non-plus through out the whole conversation all the while eyeing Ron.
Hmm, she thought, I guess Quidditch defiantly has its ups. As she admired Ron's developed muscles.
"Hermione?"
Hermione snapped her attention back to reality. Ron was talking to her.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"The teachers are calling the prefects, we're supposed to go to the new prefects common room."
Hermione looked around and saw that students were already leaving the Great Hall. "Oh, right ok." She stood up and gave Harry a quick kiss. "See you later." She said as she began to follow Ron out of the Hall.
"So where is the new common room?" she asked catching up to Ron and edging close to him.
"Somewhere near the astronomy tower." He said not really paying attention.
"Oh, ok."
The continued walking in silence for the rest of the way to the common room. They stopped in front of a portrait of a beautiful nymph. The rest of the prefects from the other houses were waiting outside along with an impatient looking Professor Snape.
"Finally, you've decided to join us." Snape said sneering. "All right, behind this portrait is the common room and rooms for sixth year prefects, each one of you has their own room. The password is Metelily. I trust you will all behave yourselves." He said and he left leaving them in front of the portrait.
"Right, so should we go in?" Hermione asked.
"No Granger. Actually we are all going to stay out here and sleep on the floor." Malfoy said sarcastically next to her leaning on the wall.
"Shut your fucking mouth." Hermione replied glaring at him.
"Well well, the mudblood has a new extensive vocabulary. I'm impressed." He said sneering.
"Will both of you cut it out." Padma Patil said aggravated. She walked directly in front of the portrait and gave it the password. They all walked in and looked around. The common room was nothing special but it was big with tons of seats around the place. Hermione walked past the portrait and saw that the nymph was winking at Malfoy and he was grinning back.
"If only she wasn't stuck in that portrait." He muttered.
"We all have wishes." Hermione said. Malfoy's head snapped to her.
"Oh, and what exactly would yours be Granger." He said grinning.
"None of your fucking business crack head." She replied walking into the room. She looked around and saw that there were eight doors each labeled with a prefects name. She watched as Ron walked into his. Grinning she followed him. From a seat neat the door Malfoy watched her enter Ron's room quietly.
"Well well, what have we got here." He said quietly to himself.
"So…um how are things with you and Lavender." She asked once inside. Ron jumped in surprise. He turned to face her "Hermione you scared me."
Yet Ron's face lit up at the question, "Great. I can't believe all the moves she learned over the summer. She defiantly moves a whole lot better than before."
"Oh, really?" she asked inching toward him and she sat down on his bed.
"Yeah." He said sitting down next to her. "Man. She just drives me crazy thinking about her. I just want to fuck her every time I see her. Do you know how hard that is" he said chuckling "yeah so what about you and Harry. How are things with you two?"
"Ok I guess."
"You guess?"
"Well Ron, how can you tell if two people are right for each other?"
"I don't know, I guess you know when all you can do is think about them day and night, and you can't stop thinking about them no matter how hard you try." He said. Hermione looked up at him. "Like me and Lavender I can't stop thinking about her. All I see is her."
"Obviously you're not looking hard enough." Hermione muttered.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing Ron."
"No, tell me what you said Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, "Ok…it's just something I've been hearing a lot. Lavender has supposedly been having her eyes as well as the rest of her on another guy."
"What?"
"Well it's not true I guess. But it does kind of make sense…"
"You know what Hermione, just shut up Hermione! Just get out ok! Get the hell out of my room!"
Hermione stared dumbfounded at him as she stood up from his bed and with one last look at him she cursed to her self and left him room. The door slammed closed behind her. She looked around and saw that it had become dark outside the castle and that the prefects had all retired to their rooms.
Hermione walked to her room and opened the door. She walked to her truck and pulled out her pajama pants and black tank top. She angrily took off her clothes and put her pajama pants on and her tank top. She then threw herself onto her bed and hit her pillow. "Fuck!" she yelled. Laying on her bed, she stared at the ceiling for a few minutes and finally decided that she couldn't sleep. It was no surprise; she hadn't been able to sleep since that night during the summer. Flinging her legs over the bed she walked to her trunk and pulled out her snake shaped lighter and her pack of cigarettes and walked out to the common room. It was dark and the fire place was the only light. She sat on the couch in front of the fire place and began to flick her lighter open letting the flame flicker on and off repeatedly as she lit her last cigarette. She looked in the box and saw that it was empty, she threw the box into the fireplace and watched it burn.
"So this is what you do to amuse yourself when you're not off fucking Potter, or Weasley for that matter."
Hermione looked up into Malfoys cold gray eyes.
"Shut up Malfoy." She said.
"Aw, hit a soft spot didn't I? Well let me tell you, that's not the only spot I can hit if you catch my drift." He said grinning sitting next to her. Hermione looked at him glaring; he was wearing green pajama pants and nothing else. His abs were chiseled and hard.
"Like what you see Granger?" he asked giving his famous smirk.
"Obviously, otherwise there would be no point in staring now would there." She shot back.
"Put the claws away Granger." He said chuckling to himself. "There's something different about you Granger." Hermione turned to look at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She said.
"Of course you do mudblood. I don't know how long you think you can hide it. But it's pretty damn obvious."
Hermione stared at him. She clicked her lighter close and threw it at his face. He swiftly caught it before it smacked him.
"Now, now, violence is not the answer Granger. Smoking is a very nasty habit, I'm surprised you even do it." He said smirking
"I'm going to bed." She said getting up and walking past him to her room.
"Sweet dreams mudblood." She heard him say. She ignored him and walked into her room closing the door behind her. She lay on her bed but knew it was no use; she wouldn't be able to sleep. The memory was brought forward, though she tried to forget it over the summer and all the could do was lay in bed and watch it play over and over in her head.
