Author's Note: Yupp. Another one… ha.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling deserves all the credit while I just steal her characters to make them act in my own sick, twisted stories… sigh.
Hermione couldn't believe who was sitting on the couch next to her, while she was on the side, staring down fiercely at her A History of Magic book, even though she wasn't even reading a word.
How could this happen? She thought for the millionth time that short half-hour. She could feel Malfoy's eyes stare at her lazily, and when she decided to risk a peek at him, she scowled when she saw him give her his trademark smirk, complimentary gift of the world's one and only Ferret Boy. Yeah, Miss Charles, she thought sarcastically, I'm really going to like them. And you were right, they are really interesting. Oh, Merlin…
It turns out that Malfoy had a sister and brother but went to a secretive school somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Sahara was a lovely faced girl with hair as pale blonde and long as her mother's. She was, surprisingly, the nicest. But she'd only talk if you talked to her, which was fine by Hermione, who didn't feel like having a conversation in the first place anyways. And then there was Peder, who was closest to Anne's age. He also had pale blond hair, except with a tiny mix of copper hues, though slightly tousled in a cute way and the Malfoy's pointy chin. He was decent, too. So that meant Malfoy sucked the most out of all of them.
Hermione thought about how she found out Draco Malfoy, Sahara and Peder would be in her piano class.
There was a knock at the door.
"Coming!" Hermione called from the inside, but not too loudly because Miss Charles got mad when someone was in a lesson and there was a lot of noise.
It took her a while to open the damn door because she always had problems getting it to open. Unfortunately, when she opened it, she wanted to slam to the door because right there, standing is though he had nothing else better to do, was Draco Malfoy. When he saw her, his eyes lit up with interest and his lips curled to the oh-so familiar smirk. Hermione stood there, stunned, and then slammed the door right when Malfoy was starting to say in his lazy drawl, "Hello, Gr--." Skrew manners! She thought, and realized she wasn't breathing. What was Malfoy, of all people, doing here, and at piano lessons? Hermione must've slammed the door louder than she meant to because Miss Charles came out of the playing room, leaving Anne to play a simple but tricky piece.
"Hermione, honey, are you okay? Who was at the door?" she asked, and then her face fell. She gave Hermione a guilty smiled, causing her eyes to widen. "Oh, erm, so you've met your fellow pianists, huh?"
Hermione nodded, her lips pressed into a tight line. Finally, she said, "Yes I have."
"Oh. Um. They're not that bad, you know?" Miss Charles said, but winced because Hermione barked a hollow laugh. "Just let them in and try to be civilized, okay, love?" Then she turned and went back to instruct Anne with the piano.
You can handle this, Hermione. You don't even have to speak to him. Hell, you can hex him a whole bunch of times before it's his turn to play. This could actually be fun… for me, anyways, she though as she opened the door, smiling a twisted smile.
"Malfoy."
"Granger."
Awkward silence.
"Well, come in, I guess," she said dully, glaring at him as he smirked.
She watched the other two kids follow him. "My brother and sister," he offered. She didn't say anything. She watched him make himself and his siblings make their selves comfortable and realized with horror, Malfoy sits in my spot. WAIT, DOESN'T THAT MEAN MY BUTT SITS WHERE MALFOY'S BUTT SITS!? Oh God, I'm gonna need a shower after this…
Hermione's thoughts were interrupted when Malfoy tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "What?" she hissed.
"Just wanted to know what you were doing. Sheesh, Granger. You don't have to become a complete savage everytime we see each other." He said, feigning hurt.
"Ah. And this comes from the ferret who calls me mudblood in front of everyone!" she whispered fiercely.
He raised his hands in front of her in defeat. No one said anything to each other for another minute, but then Hermione's stupid curiosity got in the way and she asked, "You take piano? Since when? I'd think someone like… you would consider it too girly."
Again, he smirked and said, "Mother says it's good for me. And I can't disobey Mother, unfortunately."
In spite of herself, Hermione found herself giggling.
"What?" he asked, offended.
"I think that's just funny. Such a Mommy's Boy, ha…" she giggled.
"I am NOT a Mommy's Boy! Father is a nuisance when it comes to me not listening to that woman!"
"Daddy's Boy!" she shrieked.
"Good Lord, Mudblood, don't have a seizure in front of me!" he hissed, unaware of how Peder was watching from the other side of the couch and Sahara smiling, amused and seeing something they couldn't.
There was a smack, and Miss Charles came in, announcing Hermione's turn when she noticed a giant red mark on the side of a glaring Malfoy's cheek, and an equally snarling Hermione on the edge of the couch.
