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Summary: Hermione Granger is the last person who would lose control over herself. What happened to the know-it-all? One minute she's shouting her heart out and the next she's… flirting wit Draco Malfoy? DMHG

A/N: Thanks for everybody who reviewed! Sorry for updating so long, I got caught up with my never-ending schoolwork… and now I'm a graduate! Hihi… There's also that author's block so I'm really really SORRY! Well, hope you like this chapter too! This Chapter's going to be in Hermione's POV okay?

FLIRTING SILHOUETTES

Chapter 2

I walked sullenly back to my seat at the Gryffindor table. I can still feel the blood rushing to my brain. I wanted to yell my heart out right then but my guts prevented me from doing so. Of course I know I would be making a total fool of myself if I scream on the top of my lungs that I couldn't and wouldn't allow Malfoy to be Head Boy.

Curses! They're probably out of the minds if they think I would just let this go. My soul could not rest as long as I would have to spend my whole year with that pompous git! Bloody hell it won't!

I tried to calm myself down as I sat back down between Harry and Ron. Merlin, were they right. I should have taken Harry seriously when he warned me about the Head Boy being Malfoy. But who could blame me! That large-headed jerk would be the last person any sane witch or wizard would think of as a Head Boy! He's nowhere near being a model student and nowhere – if I would say so myself – near my superior intellect and ability! What the hell are they thinking about!

"So Hermione, who is it?" I barely made out what Ginny asked since I was so lost in my gruesome thoughts. "Who's going to be the new Head Boy? Is he cute?" she asked again when I didn't immediately respond. I think she's hoping he'll be popular or something, probably to ask me to work things out for her… Boy will she be disappointed about this one…

"The last forsaken person you could think of…" I simply replied. I just couldn't bring myself to say the damned name of that intolerable git.

Harry turned to face me, and so did Ron who apparently overheard what I said. I thought they understood what I meant by my answer but I guess I thought wrong when they answered, "Who then?" Of course, it could also be that they have the person in mind, they're just not sure if they're right.

I shrugged. I didn't want to say his name. Yes, I did say it many times in thought as it kept repeating in my head like some day nightmare, but voicing it out is a different matter. "Seriously now, you don't know who I'm talking about?" I plainly told them. I know I sounded like a total know-it-all again, but I couldn't care less as long as I made my point.

"I have a pretty good idea who," Lavender intervened. So much like her. Although, this time I could thank her if she'd say Malfoy's name for me. "But I would really like to hear it from you," she suddenly added. Leave it to Lavender to make it worse for me.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. It was something I cannot hide if I felt it. "Fine," I muttered under my breath. They all leaned closer, which made it more irascible for me. "Malfoy's this year's Head Boy," I think it came out more like a sigh. But based from how they all reacted, I reckon they still understood.

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"I told you it could be him!" Harry wailed yet another time. You could only imagine how many times he had already rubbed it in my face that he was right. We are currently walking towards the Gryffindor common room and still he was pointing it out very irritatingly. He started the moment I told them. What a nightmare this is all turning out to be.

McGonagall told me to meet her and the despicable Head Boy later in front of the statue of the hundred-year-old elf. How I dreaded that time would come. If I just have a choice between staying there and in the Gryffindor common room, I would choose the common room even if I have to sleep in the couch! Of course, I don't have that much privilege of choosing.

The Gryffindor prefect, whose name I don't know, uttered the password and we all followed him inside. There was nothing new with the common room. Same red and gold drapes, a fireplace at one end near the swirling stairs for the dormitories, and the same old red couches.

"What's this?" I heard Ron ask. My eyes followed his gazer until I finally came upon something I didn't notice there the years before. Of course I knew exactly what it was… Okay, an idea what it was.

"Is that… a stereo?" I voiced out my most valuable guess as I continued to stare at what looked exactly like what I have in my bedroom back home in the muggle world.

Everybody gathered around us and it really started to annoy me. What's up with fussing over a dumb stereo? I can understand that they haven't seen one before, let alone use one, but they all looked so stupid talking aimlessly about it like that. What I want to do right now is get away from them, which I did after a few minutes of trying to bear with their intolerable ramblings of amusement.

I walked out of the common room as quietly as possible. I don't want to explain anything to neither Harry nor Ron. They just wouldn't understand me with all my laments. Come to think of it, Harry should've seen one already… why is he astonished like everybody else? I wondered to myself as I continued down the hall. It was as if somebody would answer for me. On the other hand, I would probably freak out if anyone would reply in my own head. So, I answered this one on my own. There really are some things about him I haven't quite figured out yet… I can settle with that.

I strolled aimlessly inside the castle, trying to think of what to do just to pass the time. At least until the time comes that I have to meet McGonagall and the git in front of the statue.

I almost walked passed the library when I remembered that it was one of the reasons I longed to go to Hogwarts. I have always admired how the place gave so much knowledge to a simple witch like me… not that I consider myself simple of course… How it preserved all the information dated back way before even I was born. For me it was already magic that all books kept in there provided everything I wondered about or just merely thought of.

I pushed the door open and smiled at Madame Pince the moment I saw her. It also amazed me how she knew her way around the enormous room and how she knew where to find everything. Now that's something to fuss about… I noted, recalling the common room commotion.

Scanning one shelf after another, I was kind of hoping I could find something interesting enough to read. It's not that I find everything in here uninteresting, it's just that I could only find a couple of them useful to witches and wizards my age. I settled for a book entitled 'Defense Against the Darker Arts' - if there is such a thing as the Darker Arts - and took a seat at the table near the shelf where I found it.

I started to flip through the pages and scanned a little just to see if it was indeed worthy of my attention. I don't even know if there is a 'Darker Art'. Deciding almost instantly that it could be worth a shot, I went back to the very first page and engulfed myself in some serious reading.

It took me only a few minutes to read one chapter of it. It contained nothing more than what we have already learned the last few years. I was starting to think the book was also a waste of my valuable time.

I was about to shut it close when a voice interrupted me, making me halt from what I was about to do. I think I was over-reacting a little, but the voice was far too familiar, not to mention annoying, that I guess it came all natural for me to do so.

"There is no Darker Art, you know," it came from behind me. I need not to turn around 'cause I know exactly who it is… Malfoy… the most gruesome name rang instantly in my head for the nth time today. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"What are you doing here?" I asked, venom in my voice without turning to face him. It was hard enough for me to be hearing his voice when I prayed so hard to deal with him later when I finally have no other choice.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was banned from the school library," he replied irascibly. He motioned in front of me and sat in the chair opposite mine. How generous of him… I cursed him in thought. Can't he take the hint that I don't want him anywhere near me - which was by the way written all over my face-?

I tried to turn any other way but facing him. Unfortunately for me, libraries in places like Hogwarts don't have those revolving chairs. Great… Just great… I complained when all I got from squirming is a painful butt.

I barely made out his smirk when I covered my eyes with the book still in my hand.

A few minutes passed and I was still staring at the useless book before me. I wasn't reading it anymore. I was just using it to derive my eyes from the pain of seeing him in front of me with that one-of-a-kind smirk of his. I can't seem to tolerate it like I do with the rest of him.

"What do you want?" I finally demanded. I guess I can't ignore him forever.

"I thought you were smart, Granger," he answered back not to my question.

I placed the book down and glared at him with everything I have. "What's that suppose to mean?" I wailed in a hushed tone. I made sure the anger would still be evident in every word. He thought I was smart? I knew it could only mean one thing - that at this instant I proved him wrong - but it was something I can never accept. Maybe if somebody else told me so, but never him!

"It means what it means," he responded cockily, as if it made him sound even smarter, which it didn't. "Don't tell me you don't know," he added with another one of his smirks. I swear he has a lot of them stocked up in that ugly face of his.

By then I was infuriated. "You have no right to insult me like that!" I shouted, which was then followed by a hush from Madame Pince. I can't say I blame her. It all went out so loud amidst the silence. It was also a good thing everybody else was in their common rooms or I could've made a total fool of myself.

"Well you were asking for it," Malfoy told me as he leaned back in his chair. "You were reading that same page for about fifteen minutes already. I didn't know you were such a slow reader."

I felt my face grew hot. Partly from anger and partly from embarrassment, I think. It was dumb to stare at the same page for over a quarter of minutes. But he was in no position to tell me so. "I can read way better than you can," I simply shot back at him.

His smirk grew even wider. "Then I guess you only find it hard to get all those things up in your big head," he just insulted me yet again. This is going way too far!

I clenched my wand in my pocket as I continued to glare at him. A few hexes would do it. "YOU!" I yelled once again. It was full and not hushed so I wasn't surprised if Madame Pince would kill me afterwards.

I finally got my wand out and all set pointed at him. The only thing left to do is to think of the right spell to use on that fat ego of his, I tried to cheer myself up a little about this horrifying encounter. "Locomotor mo-" I was cut off.

I didn't know what did but it was something warm. I felt something temperate inside me, more dominant in my hands. It stopped me dead from my tracks of punishing Malfoy.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" he hissed at me half-grinning. He also had his wand out in case I was able to throw anything at him.

I glared once again at him and stood up, taking the book with me. I placed it back in its shelf and headed for Madame Pince to apologize. Eerie thoughts filled my mind. I don't know what to make out of what just happened. Sure, it may seem like nothing, but what I felt a few minutes ago was something alien. I can't find the right words to describe it. Just, warm.

"I'm so sorry for the scene I made, Madame Pince," I apologized with a weak smile. She smiled back at me and nodded, a sign that she understood.

I was about to step out of the library when a gray cat slipped inside. Of course, I knew exactly who it was. It transfigured into the familiar tall and thin witch with a big green hat in the middle of the room and walked towards me.

"You are both late," she told as she gestured Malfoy to come with us.

He walked casually towards us and then passed me. I shot him another glare, which he returned with a smirk of delight. I knew he liked the thought of getting through me. He loved getting on the nerves of anyone. He seems to find his own joy in them in some farfetched way I know not about.

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"The password is 'gallant fiend'," McGonagall told us as the statue of the hundred-year-old elf curtsied one of her legs away making a human-sized opening, revealing a swirl of marble stairs. "Don't forget to make your rounds before you go to sleep," she added before disappearing into the dark hall.

I walked silently up the stairs, desperately trying to ignore Malfoy. I gasped at the room that welcomed me. Apparently, we have entered the south wing of the room.

A wooden table was in the middle with a silver cotton cloth to cover it. It was varnished mahogany and had elegant ornamental carvings. A fireplace was at the right end and the fire was burning just right that it illuminated the place a bright orange. Beside it was a wooden bookshelf with an enormous number of books all in leather coverings. Small candles floated in swirls at the small space between the bookshelf and the wall adding light to the dim room. A purple, velvet couch was at the other side of the table. It had wooden legs as well and looked comfortable enough to sleep in. A window acted as the room's ventilation. It had dark blue and silver satin curtains also with ornamental designs and embroidery. The whole floor was covered in a neutral-colored carpet. It complemented the other pieces perfectly if you ask me.

"Wow," I muttered my amusement under my breath.

"Don't tell me you haven't seen places better than this," Malfoy deliberately mocked me yet again. Although he was right - that I haven't seen places better than our new common room, let alone live in one - I was not about to give in to his petty ways of trying to annoy me to my wits again.

I simply shot him a glare and went on inside the room.

A couple of stairs lead to another apartment. The floor was covered with the same material but instead of the same furnishings, two sets of stairs welcomed me. It both had wooden railings, varnished also in mahogany and floating candles to light each step. On top of one was a door with a golden plate on it. The word 'Head Girl' was engraved on it. On the other was a silver plate with the word 'Head Boy' engraved. Opposite which was another window with the same curtain instead of an entrance door.

"What's this?" I asked seemingly to no one. Especially since I wouldn't even dare talk to the only living thing I am with right now.

I walked cautiously towards what caught my attention. In between the two sets of stairs was another wooden door with no plate informing what was behind it. Holding my breath, I placed my hand on the knob. I feel like I'm in a horror movie, I noted with a gulp. Yeah, in those part where the character would soon be seeing the scary ghost…

The light that the candles gave off didn't help. It only made me feel more nervous of what could be lurking behind the door. Of course, I wouldn't be scared if only a ghost would go flying out when I open it - not that they need one - but what made me more fidgety was the fact that anything could escape from the room behind it. And by anything I mean from gruesome trolls to troubled, creepy, elves to temperamental hippogriffs… I remembered my latter years' incidents. This is Hogwarts after all.

I let out another sigh before turning the knob. A streak of mild light welcomed me with a cold gust of wind. I didn't know what happened next, I just… screamed…

Yay! I finally finished it! I finished it! Forgive me my excitement… it just took me so long that even I was happy I finished it! Lolz… Anyway sorry for the VERY VERY LATE updates, I'll try to update my other fics soon! Next, I'll be working on 1 Kiss Fr0m U ( please read and review it too!). Thanks for those who reviewed the first chapter! I hope I didn't disappoint you on this one… Thanks again!

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