Off His Rocker
Draco couldn't get the image of Hermione out of his head. Her milky skin, the soft curves, the embarrassment fueled fire in her eyes. It was burned into his brain.
It was no wonder people stared at her. Most of the guys used the 'she's famous' excuse to watch her. Even some Slytherins did it, like Blaise. Draco couldn't understand him until now. Hermione was...Draco didn't know what she was. He might even call her attractive.
Draco jumped when her heard the sink in the bathroom turn on. He watched Hermione's shadow as it flickered in the light under the door. A slight hum was coming from the room. Hermione was humming, and it calmed his thoughts like a freezing hex. And with that he fell asleep.
It was well into the night when Draco woke. He was thirsty. Remembering in kitchen Hermione had told him about, and he sat up and padded out the door and up the stairs. He found what he was looking for fairly quickly, and he was on his way back down the stairs. On the second to last step, Draco's toe caught the stair and he fell forward, the glass broken and the water slowly spreading out. He cursed and rolled over onto his back.
He saw upside down Hermione open her door, armed with her wand. She flicked the water that had seeped to her toes.
"Reparo." She whispered and a whole glass sat at Draco's finger tips. She sighed when she saw him.
"What are you doing?" she asked. Hermione lowered her wand.
"What are you doing? You're clearly not minding your own business." he replied, rather childishly.
"I'm trying to sleep, but a prat tripped and broke a glass, so now I'm out here." she snapped. Draco got a good look at her from his position a few feet from her feet. She was wearing a overly large T-shirt, and maroon shorts that showed her legs. Her wild hair was all over the place, much like first year all over again. He quit staring, and huffed.
"You're not the only one annoyed. I'm all wet now." He whined.
"And who's fault it that?" Hermione mocked. She walked over to the glass and picked it up.
"There's a piece missing." She said. Draco could see the little hole she was talking about. He tried to stand up, but Hermione stopped him.
"It's in your hair! I saw it glitter when you moved." Draco sat in his uncomfortable position while Hermione came closer to try to see his head.
"I see it." She reported. "But how do I get it out of your, ugh, don't get me started. How do I get it out of your hair?"
"Are you a witch or not?" cried Draco.
"Oh, ya." she muttered.
"You have your wand. What are you waiting for?" he asked angerly.
"Is that position uncomfortable?" Hermione asked sweetly. Draco gawked at her like she was stupid and sighed.
"Yes!"
"Then I think I forgot the spell. Oh, what spell was it? Hmm..." She mused, infuriating Draco further.
"Granger!" He growled. Hermione looked at Draco's steely gray eyes.
"Yes? Oh, darn. I forgot it again." She sighed. A slight smirk graced her lips.
"I don't need this! I don't care about a stupid glass chunk! I'm going to bed." He snapped, and Hermione saw the chunk fall to the floor when he hastily stood.
"Draco! Wait!" Hermione said when she saw the blond's foot come closer to the chunk.
"Why did you call me Draco? And wha-ouch!" Hermione covered her face with her hands. Draco lifted up his foot where the glass chunk had made it's self at home. Red dripped to the floor when Draco started bleeding.
"I found the glass." he said as he sat on the ground.
"No dip, Sherlock." Hermione snapped. Draco looked at her quizzically, but she waved him off. "Muggle saying."
Hermione bent down on her knees and examined the pale foot.
"Malfoy, what's your favorite dessert?" Hermione asked.
"How is that relevant in this situation? But, if you must know, it's Turtle Cheesecake. I remember having it-ouch!" Draco suddenly stopped, crying out as Hermione pulled the glass chunk with a pair of tweezers. It looked like Hermione had removed part of her wand and they had formed out of the tip of it. She pressed them back into the wood, and the tweezers melted and flowed to the broken part, to become as normal as ever.
"What the bloody hell was that for!" He yelled.
"I was distracting you so it would hurt less. I learned it from my parents." she said matter of factly.
"Well you parents are stupid. It didn't work!" Draco's eyes widened as Hermione's brown ones filled with tears. She turned and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her. He could hear the bed springs groan as she flopped down on it and he heard her sobs. Years of insulting her and nothing, but one little comment, and she's sobbing her eyes out. Draco was extremely confused, and worried at the fact that he felt remorse. Draco limped to his room, grabbed his wand and healed his foot. He then cleaned up the water and blood and slowly knocked on Hermione's door. The sobs creased.
"Gran- Hermione?" Draco asked with a shivering voice. He didn't hear any response.
"Hermione, if you don't answer, I'm going to open this door!" he called, trying he best to call back his bad boy attitude. This time he heard a whisper and the door clicked. Hermione had locked it.
"Damn it, Granger!" a sudden idea popped into the blond head and he tiptoed into the bathroom and over to the door to her room. He tried the nob. And it wouldn't budge. She had locked this one too!
"Granger!" he groaned and Draco though he head a quiet, tearful giggle.
Sorry this one's short! Please review! Thanks to those who had!
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