Here's the story behind the madness. Sitting in class first block day after day talking about random fan fictions that me and my friend have read has lead us to write our own twisted stories. Ideas seemed to just pour from us as we started to write the story that is posted on here now funny as it is, it started on a whim out over no where at random. I write as Draco and She writes as Hermione ( I will post her username on here once she makes an account) :D enjoy and let me know how yall like it
Recap: Draco tilted his head towards the chair across from him " We need to talk"
Hermione just looked at him. " about what Malfoy?" she said in a dark voice. Malfoy just held up her note from earlier. " what's there to talk about? we're partner's for potions, because apparently we're the smartest people in there. snape already said no switching." hermione said then turned and left. She didn't owe Malfoy a conversation, if he couldn't act at least civilly to her for a few minutes. Hermione made her way back towards the Griffindor tower. Dracos browse pulled together as he listened to what she was saying. He didn't understand why Snape would do this. This had to be pay back, did Snape think that this would put him back on track to force him back into his routine. Only a howler from his mother would do that and we all knew that his mom wouldn't do that. He was just putting the note down when she turned " Were-" his mouth hung open the words unfinished as she turned and left. It took him a moment to understand what had just happened and when it clicked he slammed his hands down on the table and stood up rather roughly his chair falling backwards and hitting the ground with a thud as he rushed out of the room only to find that she was gone.
Hermione sat at breakfast the next morning when she noticed Malfoy make his way in about fifteen mintues b efore time for first lesson. He looked like he hadn't this early in ages. His hair was a mess, his eyes had big bags under them, and his robes were barely on his skinny frame. Ron was making jokes about how bad Malfoy looked. " Oh Ron just sod off. You don't know why he looks so rough. He could be ill." Ginny yelled at her brother. As the siblings started to fall out argument hermione just sat there not listening, but watching how Malfoy just pushed his food around. Draco didn't know why he was here. He knew he wasn't going to eat. He didn't get any sleep or a shower and at this thought he looked up his gray eyes narrowing as they locked onto grangers dark brown ones. He found himself lost for a moment all about this war forgotten before he shook his head and snapped out of it his hands roughly shoving his self up grasping an apple and left the great hall. How did he let himself get so gross. He took a bite out of his apple as he made his way towards the common rooms finishing it off and throwing away the core before he climbed into the shower thinking up a spell to wake him up determined to get his way.
Hermione was getting tired of Malfoy storming off at random times. She saw him narrow his grey eyes at her and storm off, but she didn't know why. What about her repulsed him so bloody much? 'No!' she thought ' It's his problem not mine. what ever he has against me he can figure out, and then talk civilly to me about it' and with that thought Hermione made her way to double transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs. Draco didn't appear till later. He looked sharp and this was the best he had felt in an extremely long time. Though instead of heading to class he walked towards the library knowing who would sooner or later show up. though as he sat he pondered. He wasn't going to lie to himself he was scared, scared of his father and of the Dark Lord. Why were they asking so much of him. His first attempt to kill Dumbledoor had failed. Moronic the second attempt was no better but he was getting close, oh so close to figuering it out but Hermione Granger that stupid mudblood kept crawling her way into his mind.