Chapter two
AN: I've decided to have both Draco and Hermione's POVs.
(Hermione)
I wake up this morning quite happily. I had finally turned in my potions essay, and at the moment, it was one of my most prized possessions. I knew there was no way Snape could slither his way out of this one! That essay could only deserve an Outstanding, and nothing less. I cheerfully pack up my bookbag and reach for my tie, a song on the tip of my tongue, dying to be hummed. I then slip out of my bedroom with my clothes in hand and scan the room.
No Malfoy. Yes! For once, the bathroom is all mine! I started to hum softly as I began to stroll towards the bathroom door, a grin slyly making its way on to my lips.
Suddenly I hear a horrifying noise- a door opening and closing. And then before I know it, some little blond haired ferret is more than halfway across the room, reaching his hand out towards the bathroom doorknob. I react with a sickened face and hurry in behind him.
And then we're both in the bathroom.
Ugh he never fails to annoy me.
Why did I even hope that maybe today I might have the bathroom before Malfoy? Ugh, but then again, how was I even supposed to know that he was also a morning person when I first started sharing dorms with him?
"Get out, Malfoy. I was outside first!" I say, a bit immaturely.
"Outside first? A bit childish, don't you think?" he remarks, and I hesitate a bit before I speak again.
"Well, what happened to ladies first?"
He smirks in response,
"I didn't know you were so sexist, Granger. What happened to SPEW?"
"Well, I have a very important meeting this morning!" I blurt out. Ok, so I really don't have a meeting to go to in the morning, but whatever, the git won't know.
"So, I have early morning qudditch practice, and if I'm late again, the captain will be on my arse about it," Malfoy leers back at me, annoyed just as I am.
"Well, go use the locker rooms then!" I answer, showing him the door.
He stares at me with a 'Are you kidding me?' look on his face.
"Ok, let's face it, Granger. You and I both need to use the bathroom. So let's solve this problem rationally like adults," He says, and I'm half impressed.
"Why Malfoy, for once, I totally agr-" The git suddenly picks me up when I started to realize what he was doing.
"Yuck," he muttered.
I was thrown carelessly on to the couch as he then swiftly went back inside the bathroom and locked the door.
I sat there, staring at the door, stunned for a second.
"I can't believe i thought he'd actually be rational," I muttered under my breath. He must be in the bathroom putting on an enormous amount of hair gel and admiring his own reflection.
I slice my bread into two and spread a bit of butter on it. Ron's reading his charms textbook, unconsciously spreading jelly on his roast beef.
"Um, Ron-"Oh bloody hell," I'm just about to warn him when he finally glances at the jelly covered roast beef.
Harry chuckles and so do I, "What an unusual taste you have in food, mate,"
"Third time this week," I add.
"Thanks for reminding me. It's just that I've been so tired from Qudditch that I have no time to do my bloody essays and bloody reports! Merlin, why did all the professors choose this week to drown me with all these reports? Really, they're trying to kill me, I know it,"
"Right, I can see it on the headlines now, Boy Killed by Overload of Schoolwork. Quite tragic," Harry jokes as Ron gives him a look.
"Say, have you guys seen Ginny? Mum sent a letter," Ron scans the Great Hall.
"Dunno," Harry replies, and I shrug as I eat the remaining other half of my bread, "She must be in her room. I'll see you guys later,"
I finally reach Snape's office. Which leaves me with two choices.
My first choice is to pass by it. Or, go to his office and ask him if he's done grading some of the essays, specifically mine. Oh bugger, it won't hurt to ask.
"Professor Snape," I call out, opening the door a bit recklessly. But there is none. Instead, I'm greeted with a perplexed look from Malfoy.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Me? What are you doing here? Oh, to interrogate Professor Snape about the essays?" He replies, a smirk reaching his face.
"You mean ask about his progress," I reply indignantly.
Dumb git.
He seems surprised and yet pleased that he guessed correctly, "Well, he's only halfway through, and from my point of view, the grades he's been giving aren't pretty,"
I act nonchalant about it,
"Well then, I'll be on my way,"
I turn around and reach for the door when he suddenly calls me, "You aren't the only one leaving,"
I glance at him, astonished as he grabs a hold of the door and leaves with me.
Malfoy's walking with me. There must be a catch.
"Say Granger, let's make a wager," he suggests suddenly as he follows me on my way back to my dorm.
And there is.
"Honestly Malfoy, you should know by now how auspicious the outcome is for me," I answer in a self assured tone.
"So I guess you're pretty confident about your potions essay, eh Granger?"
"And you must be too, if that's what the wager is about,"
So that's what it was about. The potion's essay.
"How about this- winner gets to use the bathroom first and however long they want in the mornings for a whole month," He declares as we approach our Head dorms.
"Quite a nice deal, isn't it? …Unless you're in doubt yours could seriously beat mine. I completely understand,"
The wager started to get the best of my curiosity. Plus the fact of beating Malfoy and stripping him of his pride was also a pro. And I knew there was no way ferret boy Malfoy could beat my essay.
"Well, Malfoy, when did you become so generous?" I ask dryly.
He smirks, ignoring my sarcastic tone, "I've always been generous, Granger,"
We finally walked into our dorm, when my mouth suddenly fell on the floor. There, on the head sofa were Ginny and Zabini going at it.
"Ginny! What in Merlin's name are you doing!" I almost shouted in bewilderment at the couple before me. I look away. Zabini's clad in his boxers, and Ginny was in close pursuit.
Ginny turned a very dark shade of red and quickly covered herself with her shirt as Malfoy stepped forward behind me, just realizing what had happened.
He looked quite exasperated, "Zabini! How in bloody hell did you get in here?"
"Well, hello, mate. Granger. We uh weren't expecting you," Zabini replied quite calmly, inefficiently hiding a tiny, cheeky grin.
Malfoy just frowned at him.
"Well, we'd better be on our way, thanks mate," He salutes us, unashamedly pulling up his pants as he grins at Ginny.
Three seconds later, they're gone.
"So, Weaselette and Blaise, eh? Who would've thought, your best friend and mine?"
I glower at him. He smirks, satisfied with the fact that I-just-caught-my-best-friend-with-a-no-good-player-slytherin-who-is-coincidently-Malfoy's-best-friend.
An: and there you have it. I was on major writer's block. I would plan the whole plot, and then I'd have to change it because of some gay reason. So basically I'm as clueless about the plot as you guys are (eek). Hopefully this story won't turn into a so-so one! And yes, I've decided to have Malfoy and Granger somewhat on civil terms. Oh, I'll really try to make the chapters more longer, blame the writer's block. Sorry about the spacing, it's wack :( happy reading y'all!