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A/n: I forgot to say the patrols ended at 11pm in the last chapter- so just so you all know.
Until tonight…
-11:30pm-
Hermione said the password and entered through the portrait hole.
She walked in and saw Ron and Lavender sitting on the couch whispering and giggling with each other.
Hermione then noticed Ron's Dragon pox had suddenly cleared up.
"So Ron, looks like you're feeling better now huh?" Hermione asked walking over to where he sat on the couch with Lavender.
"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah lots better." Ron said hesitantly.
"I see." Hermione raised an eyebrow at Ron. How dare he cheat his way out of prefect duties! If he had come with her than what had happened with Draco would've never happened. This was really all his fault! "Ronald Weasley!" Hermione finally exploded. Ron cringed. "How dare you fake sick to not go on night patrols! I can't believe this! No, yes I can. It's just like something you would pull." Hermione stomped up the stairs to the girls' dormitories in an angry fit. Ron stood there with his mouth open for a whole minute before trying to go after her, only to have the stairs flatten on him.
Once the door was shut to the girls' dormitories Hermione leaned up against it and took in a deep breath, ignoring the calls from Ron.
'What just happened?' Hermione wondered to herself. No she was not talking about getting angry with Ron, but what had happened before that. Had she really kissed Draco Malfoy? 'Oh, no.' Hermione groaned. She had. And not only was it just a kiss him, but she had actually gone and snogged him and she had liked it. No she didn't, nope she didn't like it at all. Strangely her body was telling her differently.
Hermione groaned. How could this have happened? She hated him. Yet she kissed him. What was wrong with her?
Hermione banged her head against the door. Why had she not pushed him away? The very thought of his lips on hers sent chills down her spine. 'Bad chills,' She tried to convince herself, 'not good chills, bad chills'.
'It wont happen again.' Hermione shook her head. 'Definitely not going to happen again. It was a mistake in the first place.' Hermione assured herself.
"And why do we make mistakes Hermione?" Hermione asked herself out loud. "So we can learn from them." Hermione answered herself.
"Hermione go to sleep." One of the girls in the room mumbled.
Hermione sighed. That probably was a good idea. Then tomorrow, she can wake up, go about her day, and act as though nothing happened. Hermione moved from the door, changed into her pajamas and got into bed still thinking.
She probably shouldn't have gotten mad at Ron either. It wasn't his fault. It was just easier to blame him than herself. Tomorrow she would apologize for that. She needed to be responsible and take up for her own actions. It was her fault for letting Malfoy get anywhere near her in the first place.
Just thinking about it again riled Hermione up. It was like she had gone temporarily brain dead.
'Don't think about it Hermione, just don't think about it.' Hermione told herself.
Hermione sat up in bed quickly, a horrible thought struck through her head.
'What if the ferret told somebody though? Oh goodness, what would Harry and Ron do if they found out?
'No, he wouldn't tell anyone. Why would he want people to know he kissed a muggle born? He wouldn't. So that solves that problem. Right?'
-In Draco's room- back to 11:30pm-
"Goyle, really, as much as I think you're more, even if onlyby a little bit, intelligent than Crabbe, that doesn't mean I want to hear anything you have to say." Draco sneered at Goyle. Crabbe was too busy stuffing his mouth with candy to even hear what Draco had said.
"Will you just leave. Go stuff your face with Crabbe." Draco commanded.
"Sure Draco." Goyle got up and went to eat candy with Crabbe.
Draco sunk back in his chair. How could he have kissed the mudblood? How could he have snogged the mudblood? How could he have not realized what exactly he was doing at that time? It was not him at all.
'What if she tells people. Ohhh this is horrible.' Draco sunk back further. 'I'll just have to convince her not too. But that means I'll have to go near her. And that would be bad, very bad.' Draco groaned, stood up, picked up the lamp sitting next to his chair and hurled it at the nearest wall, watching as it broke and fell in pieces.
"Draco, what's wrong baby?" A high silky voice said from behind Draco.
Without having to turn around Draco knew whom the voice belonged to.
"It's nothing Pansy. And don't call me baby. I've told you before I don't like it." Draco said in an annoyed tone as he waved his wand at the broken lamp, putting the pieces together again.
Pansy walked up behind him and ran her hands along his arms. Draco rolled his shoulders to shake of her hands.
"Don't touch me." He said as he turned to face her. She held a hurt look on her face. "And don't give me that look either."
Pansy sighed in defeat and went to sit down on one of the couches.
"Draco you're wasting your time trying to get rid of me. You know we're going to be together. It's already arranged." Pansy said looking at him with an indifferent expression.
"Then let me have my freedom while I can Pansy and leave me the hell alone until the day our wedding bells are ringing and I'm forced to say 'I do'." Draco stalked off to his dormitory, slamming the door shut behind him.
Why did Pansy have to bring that up? Now not only did he have to worry about making that big mistake of kissing Granger, but he also had to be reminded of the horrible day when he'd be married to the annoying Pansy.
Draco fell onto his bed face first. He punched his pillow, screaming into the bed.
'Pull yourself together Draco.' He told himself. 'You have to be calm and collected. No showing any emotions; emotions are weakness.'
Draco turned over to lie on his back.
What was he going to do?
Finally an idea struck him.
'I'll just say I didn't even see her last night.' Draco sat up at this thought. 'Yeah, if she says anything about it I'll just lie and say that nothing happened and that she was making up stuff.' Draco smirked. 'I really am a genius,' he thought arrogantly.
-Transfiguration- Next morning-11:20am-
"Mr. Malfoy you're late." McGonagall said sternly.
"Yes I know." Draco said conceitedly and took a seat in the back of the room by himself.
"Well what's your excuse?" McGonagall asked in an aggravated tone.
"I didn't feel like waking up that early." Draco said in a 'why does it matter?' tone.
"25 points from Slytherin. That's your warning Mr. Malfoy. You need to learn to be more respectful of your professors." McGonagall said clearly annoyed.
Draco just slumped back in his chair.
"As I was saying," Draco tuned out what McGonagall was rambling on about. Instead of paying attention, his eyes roamed over the classroom, unconsciously searching for a bushy head of brown. Finding none, his eyes narrowed. He looked at Potter and Weasley, both kept looking at the door and back at each other with quizzical looks.
"Now, the spell for this transfiguration is in your text books. Open to page 4,765." McGonagall said.
A loud noise came from the back of the classroom as the door opened to reveal a flustered Hermione.
"Miss Granger you're late." McGonagall said in the same stern voice she had used with Draco.
"I know professor, I'm so sorry. I have a note though. I was busy helping Madame Prince in the library." Hermione walked to the front of the classroom to hand Professor McGonagall the note.
"Very well Miss Granger. Since you have a note and a decent excuse I'll let you off the hook." McGonagall looked pointedly at Draco when she said this. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Thank you professor." Hermione said with a grateful nod.
"Try not to let Madame Prince get a hold on you next time, you have classes to attend, and she should know that. Now take a seat in the back with Mr. Malfoy."
"What? I'm sorry professor, I didn't catch that last part." Hermione asked her heart beginning to beat faster. McGonagall wanted her to sit where?
"Take a seat in the back with Mr. Malfoy." Professor McGonagall said slowly.
"But surely there must be some other seat…" Hermione turned to look around the classroom for an empty seat. She found none. "Great, just great, exactly what I had hopped to avoid." She mumbled to herself. She fiddled with her bag trying to calm her nerves.
"What was that Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked.
"Oh nothing, I was just making sure I had all my stuff. I'll sit down now." McGonagall looked concernedly at her.
Hermione dreadfully went to sit at the back of the room, not breaking the deadly glare that was passing between Draco and herself.
'Great, she's walking in my direction. Why is she coming this way?' Draco thought as he stared maliciously at Hermione while she walked towards him. His heart was just about frozen in place as Hermione continued walking. 'Oh no, I hope she doesn't think we're a couple after what happened last night. That must be why she's walking this way though. So why is she glaring at me?' Draco wondered. 'Oh she must be mad I left her last night. Couldn't get enough of me.' He thought with a cocky attitude.
Hermione slammed her stuff down on the desk she and Draco shared. She sat down next to him with a huff and crossed her arms. A blush crept across her cheeks as she remembered what had happened last night between them. She felt her body heat up at the memory of his touch.
She couldn't think like this. This was wrong.
Draco sucked in a breath to say something but Hermione stopped him before he could get a word out.
"Don't…say…anything." Hermione said firmly and slowly, still not looking at him. "I don't want to speak to you and I know you don't want to speak to me. We both know last night shouldn't have happened. As far as we're both concerned right now, nothing did happened last night. Therefore, we shouldn't be having this conversation, therefore we aren't having this conversation." Hermione said, surprised at what all was coming out of her mouth. She certainly didn't plan this. She pulled out her textbook and opened to the page written on the board.
Draco stared at her incredulously, eyebrows up in surprise. In a way he found Hermione taking control of the situation kind of hot. Healmost wanted to take all his anger with her out on her by pushing her into the wall and ravishing her, but he controlled himself.
'Whoa what?' He asked himself. Ravishing her? What was wrong with him? He didn't want to be near her. He shook these thoughts from his head.
Back to the main issue, she had just turned him down from anything that he could've wanted to happen between them. Not that he did. But who was she to turn down Draco Malfoy? What if he had really been interested? Any girl would've killed Hermione to be in her position of having Draco Malfoy like her.
'But it doesn't matter because I don't like her.' Draco told himself. He decided it was best just to be happy that the problem was dealt with. But he should have a say in it too. She shouldn't get all the credit for putting a stop to, well, it was really nothing, but still; Draco couldn't let her have all the power in the situation. They were always like this, both trying to compete over the other.
And she had said 'we both know last night shouldn't have happened'. Draco found himself suddenly angry. He was about to make a remark about the statement she had said but started thinking of how he was being very emotional about something that wasn't a big deal. So why was he acting this way?
"Fine, nothing happened. So that means you won't tell anyone?" Draco leaned in towards her and whispered.
'You just couldn't keep your mouth shut!' Draco yelled at himself. 'Oh well, now I'll just make sure that she won't tell anyone.'
She turned to him with an 'are-you-serious?' look. She blushed as she saw how close he was to her.
Draco just raised an eyebrow at her.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy! You're both being very rude by interrupting this class with you're talking." Professor McGonagall said her voice hard, loud, and stern.
"Sorry Professor." Hermione said.
Draco just sighed and went to sit back in his chair.
"Stupid Mc-Go-nag-all. She should really try not to live up to her name, and not go nag everyone." Draco mumbled forgetting who he was sitting next to.
"Excuse me." Hermione gasped indignantly. "Professor McGonagall is a very smart and wise woman. You'll do well to keep your mouth off her."
"Ew, why would my mouth be on her in the first place?" Draco asked. Hermione huffed.
"You know what I meant. Don't make fun of her." Hermione warned.
Oh, Draco knew what she had meant. He just loved to see her riled. It was what he lived for.
"Well?" Draco asked his eyebrow up.
"Well what?" Hermione hissed at him.
"Last warning Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger! Do not disrupt class again, or you'll both loose points for your houses and receive a detention." Professor McGonagall said a little more loudly this time.
"Of course, sorry again Professor." Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment. This damn ferret was getting her in trouble.
As soon as the professor had turned away Draco leaned back towards Hermione.
"Are you going to tell anyone?" Draco hissed.
"Of course not! Why would I want anyone to know I kissed a ferret?" Hermione said looking horror struck.
"Correction: snogged. Or have you forgotten already Granger?" Draco asked getting closer. Hermione's breathing shortened and she could smell his cologne again.
'No, no Hermione, not again.' Hermione snapped herself out of it.
"I wish I had forgotten. I'm so close to using a memory charm on myself." Hermione said through gritted teeth while copying down some notes McGonagall was writing on the board. Draco moved a little bit away from her and decided to do the same.
"You know you loved it." Draco whispered.
"Only in your dreams Malfoy." Hermione whispered back.
"Oh, you wish you were in my dreams Granger."
"I don't think so Malfoy."
"Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger! That's it. 20 points from each house and you both have detention with me tonight. I want you both here at 8 o'clock." McGonagall said sharply and clearly annoyed.
"Yes Professor." They both said.
They went back to copying notes and McGonagall kept talking on.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but once again Hermione cut him off.
"Shut it ferret."
And so he did, but for just that once.
The bell rung a few minutes later and the students headed out the door.
Hermione met up with Ron and Harry outside the room. She turned to Ron.
"Listen Ron, I'm sorry about getting angry at you last night. I had had a rough night patrolling and I ended up taking my anger out on you. I'm really sorry." Hermione said in an earnest voice.
Ron smiled and patted her on the back
"It's okay. Come on Hermione; let's get to lunch. Then you can tell us about how horrible it was to sit next to Malfoy." Ron said. Hermione nodded and put some stuff away in her bag. She gasped.
"Oh no, I left my quill in the classroom. You guys go and I'll meet up with you in a minute." Hermione said.
"You sure?" Harry asked. Hermione just nodded and ran back to the classroom, passing professor McGonagall.
"Walk Miss Granger!" Professor McGonagall called after her.
Hermione slowed down and reached the classroom. It was completely empty.
She walked over to her desk and looked around but saw no quill.
'Hmm, that's odd.' Hermione thought. Maybe it was in her bag and she just hadn't seen it there. She searched through her bag.
"Looking for this?" A familiar voice from behind her said. Hermione froze. She turned around slowly.
Draco was standing there with her quill twirling between his fingers.
"Give it here Malfoy." Hermione held out her hand.
"Now, now, that's no way to ask for it back." Draco said with a smirk on his face.
"Give it back now Malfoy!" Hermione practically shouted while keeping her hand out.
Draco just grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her past him to up against the wall behind him. He managed to get both her arms up above her head, only holding them with one of his hands, and still holding the quill with his other.
"I told you, you should've asked nicely." Draco said as he stroked the feather of the quill against her cheek.
Draco pushed himself to her, so their bodies were against one another. Hermione's breathing increased rapidly at the fact that she was this close to him. Hermione looked into Draco's eyes that had clouded over with lust. She let her eyes wander down his face to his lips, partially opened.
Draco moved both his hands to holding Hermione's above her head. He put the quill in her hand with out her noticing because she was too busy looking at his lips.
He leaned his head down whispering in her ear.
Hermione's knees became weak and desperately wanted to feel his arms around her holding her up, but before she knew it he was gone. The words he told her repeating in her head sending a chill down her spine. They really meant nothing. But all Hermione could think about was what it would be like if they had meant something.
His breath in her ear caused shivers, and she closed her eyes as he had whispered, "Until tonight."
Finally Chapter 2 is done! I spent all of the past two nights writing this and chapter three. Now I can finally post it. I realize that I had some spelling and grammar errors in the last chapter, and I probably have some in this one too. Just remember this is my first story so I'm still new at this and not everything's going to be perfect.
Also- thanks to Seldom Darlin for being my first reviewer. It means soooo much, so thanks a lot!
And DaggerthroughtheHeart- sorry if this was too long, I started typing and just couldn't stop, hopefully it's a good chapter though.
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