Chapter Two
When Draco awoke, he still couldn't believe that he had to live with that awful Mudblood Granger for a year. Sure she had filled out a little bit since he'd last seen her. She had put a charm on her hair so it was no longer bushy but simply chocolatly brown and sleek. Her chest was bigger than he remembered it and she was suddenly curvy. But although she looked a lot better, he would never in his right mind think of touching her. She was still as bratty as ever.
He walked out into the common room since he had to walk across it to get to the shower. He was wearing just a pair of silk pajama pants but he didn't see Granger anywhere. He figured she was in the shower since she wasn't in the kitchen either. Because a Malfoy never waited, he turned the handle despite the privacy sign on the doorway. "You better put a blocking spell up, Granger, because I'm coming in."
He heard a shriek and he grinned at himself. "Don't you dare come in, Malfoy. Did you not see the 'privacy' sign that's up on the door?"
"I never wait for my showers, and I don't intend to start now," he walked on in and sure enough, she had put a blocking spell up because he couldn't see over the wall of the bath.
"I hate you, Draco Malfoy," she hissed. "You better put one up too, because I don't want to see you when I get out."
He raised his eyebrow suggestively. Although he couldn't see her, she could still see him. "Afraid you might see something you like, Granger?"
"Eeuw, no," Granger said disgusted. "From you? I don't think so."
"It's okay to admit that you're attracted to me, Granger," Draco said matter-of-factly. "I won't think anything more or less of you."
He heard her snort. "Yeah, whatever."
He heard the water splash around and a moment later, with the blocking spell still up, he heard her step out of the tub and soon appeared fully dressed. Her hair was magically dry and styled and there was the lightest, accentuating touch of make up on her face. Draco hated to admit that he liked it.
He laughed when he saw her hands up over her eyes. "Do you have a blocking spell on?"
Draco smiled to himself and decided to have a little fun. He had taken off his pajama pants and was still in his boxers, but still... It would be fun to see her reaction. "Yeah, I do."
She took her hand off of her eyes and then gasped. He grinned as he watched her gaze travel from his face down his nicely formed chest and washboard abs, down to his groin area, and all the way down to his feet. Her eyes shot up back to his and he saw that she was charmingly blushing. "You said that you had the blocking charm on."
"I'm not so bad, am I, Granger?" Draco asked suggestively, taking a step closer to her. He had absolutely no intention of kissing her, but he might as well tease her for a bit. "I'm sure you saw a couple of things that appealed to you. Care to list them? We have an hour."
And then, all of a sudden, Granger got herself back together. "You're a disgusting prude, Malfoy. Now get out of my way so I can go make us breakfast."
"I knew you liked me, Granger," Malfoy took another step towards her so they were practically touching each other. "Or you wouldn't be so eager to eat alone with me."
Granger shoved him back with force that surprised him. "No, you want to know why I'm going to have breakfast with you? It's because I can't stand being with you and so I want to get the requirements over with as soon as possible."
"Good," Draco smirked back. "I hate long waits."
And with those words of adieu, Granger left him alone in the bathroom. He was happy about the fact that he didn't have to share a bathroom with her. Now he could bathe in peace and not worry about putting up a blocking charm. Draco ran his bath and then undressed so he could enjoy it.
A little while later, he was out of the tub and putting the finishing touches on his appearance, when a sharp rap on the door interrupted his thoughts. He rolled his eyes. "What do you want, Mudblood? I'm trying to do my hair."
"Breakfast is ready," she said curtly. "You should come out."
"Why don't you come in?" Draco asked. "I'm dressed, unfortunately for you."
"I'd rather not eat in a bathroom," she said and then he heard her turn on her heel and listened as her footsteps faded away.
A few minutes later, Draco grudgingly went to join her at the table set for two. Out in front of him, though he didn't want to admit it, was a very appealing plate of bacon, sunny-side up eggs, toast, and fresh-squeezed pumpkin juice.
The eggs and bacon were Heaven in his mouth, though he would never admit that to Granger. "It's tolerable."
"You want to make something better?" Granger snapped.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I didn't say that. I said it's tolerable, but I have better at home."
Granger huffed, stood up, and then put her plate in the sink after cleaning off her leftovers. She turned on her heel and Draco felt her eyes on him, watching him disapprovingly.
"Stop watching me, Mudblood," Draco snapped.
She wheeled around then at the sink, clearly having made a pact of not speaking to him. He heard the sound of the water running and he craned his neck to see what she was doing. She was actually washing her dishes. "You know, the house elves can do that."
"I can wash my own dish," Granger said, annoyed. "And so can you. Besides they do enough as is."
Draco didn't see her point. "But they're house elves. It's what they do."
Granger wheeled around to face him, clearly fed up. "Don't you ever tire of having them wait on you all day?"
He shook his head. "No."
"You disgust me," she turned back around and he came up behind her, putting an arm on either side of her so she was trapped against the counter.
"Thanks for the compliment," he said seductively in her ear.
She wheeled around and pushed him away from her so hard that he actually stumbled back. "Get off me."
Draco smirked and then wheeled around and left the room. Without washing his dish. It gave him immense pleasure to hear the scream of frustration and the "Malfoy, you bastard!" from the other room.
Without saying another word to her, Draco picked up his bag and left the room for his first class of the day which was Potions. He was happy to see Snape, despite the fact that he had a double block with the Gryffindors.
*~*~*
When he got down to the dungeons, he was more than relieved to be with people that actually liked him, such as Vincent, Gregory, Blaise, and Pansy.
"Draco, Baby," Pansy came up to him and threw her arms around his neck. "I missed you, little Pumpkin Boo."
He had to admit that Pansy definitely was one of the best looking girls Slytherin had to offer. She was short, slender, and curvy with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. He tucked a stray lock of blond hair behind her ear. "I missed you too, Honey."
At that moment, Granger walked into the room followed by Potter and Weasley. He smiled to himself and then as Granger looked over at him, he leaned down and gave Pansy a long, deep kiss.
They soon parted just before Snape entered the room and sat down next to their friends. Granger was sitting all the way on the other side of the room with her Gryffindor mates, whispering and glancing over at him and Pansy continuously. He would've bet a million galleons that they were talking about how terrible he was. Pansy followed his eyes and he saw her glare at Granger.
"Who does she think she is?" Pansy asked, turning back to Draco.
"She's just jealous of what we have, Pansy," he whispered back to her and he had the pleasure of seeing Granger glare as Pansy gave him a sweet, simpering look.
Draco turned back to Professor Snape as he talked about very complicated love potions and listened intently, secretly smiling at himself at the accomplishment of pissing off Hermione Granger as much as he had in only a few hours. He truly was a master.
*~*~*
A couple periods later, Draco found, to his great displeasure, that he was paired alongside Granger during Herbology. That day, they were working with a plant called Fleur de Lune. It was a plant grown just in France and was commonly put in brews made to create a romantic mood because the scent was so intoxicating.
Although the plant wasn't poisonous or dangerous, the two-somes had to be careful to not smell it too much, because the results of falling in love with your partner were guaranteed. The two person groups had to replant them so they could be used to set the mood for the Christmas ball which was just a couple months away. The plants were just babies so they weren't too "harmful", but still, they had to be careful.
"So, Granger?" Draco asked matter-of-factly. "If I slipped the oil from this plant into a drink, do you think you'd sleep with me?"
"No," Granger looked disgusted.
"What if I added it to the love potion that Snape was talking about?" He continued.
"As if I would ever drink something that you gave me," Granger said, as she pulled the roots carefully of a Fleur de Lune from the tiny pot it was in so as to transfer it into another pot. "Besides, why bother with me when you have your dear Pansy Parkinson at your beck and call?"
"Because I always liked a good challenge," he said truthfully. "Why is it you won't sleep with me?
"It's not like you haven't had numerous chances," he continued. "What with us sharing a dorm together and all."
She shoved him so hard he almost hit Blaise and Finnigan. He saw Blaise give him a wink and he smirked.
"You're disgusting, Malfoy," Granger said for the fifth time that day. "I would rather sleep with Crabbe than with you."
"Ohhhhhh," Blaise and Finnigan said. "That was harsh, Draco."
"Shut up," Draco snapped. Although he hated to admit it, her insult had actually been a good one. It hurt and he knew he had to get her back for it.
*~*~*
Later that day, he was sitting at the Slytherin table at dinner, dreading having to go up to his own dormitory and face Granger. He groaned. It had only been one day and already he was sick and tired of living with that filthy Mudblood. He had a feeling that she felt exactly the same way.
"What's the matter, Pumpkin boo?" Pansy asked, putting her head on his shoulder.
"I was just thinking of the filthy Mudblood," Draco said in a nasty tone.
Pansy followed his gaze to where she was talking animatedly to Potter and the two Weasels. As if sensing his gaze, she looked up, met his eyes, and glared at him. "Don't worry about him, Pumpkin Boo. Why don't I go up with you to your dorm for a little bit and we can spend some more time together. I miss you."
Draco shrugged. That sounded good. Maybe if he spent a little bit of time snogging Pansy, he would stop being bothered by that filthy Granger. "Okay. Let's go."
And with that, Draco and Pansy said goodbye to Blaise, Vincent, and Greg, and then headed out of the Great Hall. On their way up, Draco slipped his arm around Pansy's shoulders and talked about nothing of great importance. He didn't want to even think of his horrible dorm-mate.
When they arrived in the dorm, Draco pulled Pansy into his arms and began to kiss her, without saying a word. She really was a good kisser. He loved the way she moaned softly as he ran his fingers through her long silky hair. He didn't even bother giving her the tour, he didn't even bother thinking about Granger, Pansy distracted him too much.
Somehow, they made their way up the stairs to the bedrooms and fell onto his bed in utter bliss.
*~*~*
Hermione watched Malfoy leave the hall and felt a terrible churning in her stomach. She figured where he would be taking that awful Parkinson and she really wasn't that eager to have that filthy girl with that filthy boy, snogging each other in her dorm room.
She turned to Ginny since she didn't want to go investigate on her own. She didn't want to involve Harry and Ron though either since the scene would become bigger than imaginable if they came. "Hey, Ginny? Do you want to see my dorm?"
"Sure," Ginny said with a knowing look in her eyes. "I've been wanting to."
"Okay, let's go," Hermione stood up and Ginny followed.
Harry and Ron watched them leave before Ron called. "Oy! I want to come see it too."
"Another time, Ronald," Hermione said, crossing her fingers behind her back. "I want to talk to Ginny."
"Let them alone, Ron," Harry said. Hermione loved Harry so much at that moment. "We'll see it later."
Hermione and Ginny made their way quickly up to the dormitory, talking about nothing of too great an importance. Then suddenly, Hermione asked. "Do you realize why I asked you to come up with me?"
"Because you think Malfoy's snogging Parkinson in there?" Ginny asked.
"You're amazing," Hermione smiled in relief. She was glad she had a friend like Ginny.
They finally arrived in the dorm room as Ginny gasped in delighted surprise. She didn't say anything because Hermione knew that they were trying to surprise Malfoy, but she could tell Ginny was impressed.
Hermione lead Ginny around the common room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. While they were in the bathroom, they talked about how they hated Malfoy. Hermione swore that she would do something to Parkinson and Malfoy both if she found them somewhere in the dorm room.
They made their way to the bedrooms and walked into Hermione's room to get their bearings, when, instead of finding an empty room, they found Pansy Parkinson, lying on Hermione's bed, with her shirt off, as Malfoy sucked on her neck.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Hermione asked, feeling anger wash over her.
Parkinson screamed and Malfoy jumped up.
This was the second time in one day that Hermione had seen Malfoy with his shirt off, and although she would like the sight of it on any other guy, she didn't like it on him.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy asked, his voice coming out scratchy. He cleared his throat.
"I'm showing Ginny MY bedroom," Hermione emphasized the 'my'. "What are you doing bringing that awful girl in here?"
"He can do whatever he wants, Mudblood," Parkinson hissed. "You don't even deserve to exist."
Hermione's eyes narrowed and before she could stop herself, she took out her wand and pointed it at Parkinson. With a flash of red light, Parkinson flew across the room and hit one of the posts of the bed. Her head immediately started to bleed.
"Don't you dare touch my girlfriend, Granger!" Malfoy shouted.
"Don't you dare let your girlfriend call me a Mudblood, Malfoy!" Hermione shouted back, her wand still raised. "And if you come near me, I'll do something worse to you."
Malfoy ignored her and marched across the room, jerking her face up to meet his. The hatred reflected in each other's eyes was tangible around the room. Parkinson was lying, whimpering on the floor while Ginny simply watched, horrified. "If you ever do anything to me or those that are mine," Malfoy snarled. "You'll suffer the consequences."
Hermione finally freed herself and let her hand fly across his face with a hard WHACK.
Malfoy rubbed his burning cheek and Hermione took it as a victory sign. "Now get her out of here, Malfoy, before I'm forced to do something more drastic."
He glared at her and then went over to help Parkinson up and out of the room. "This isn't over, Granger. Not even close."