Chapter 2:

It was well into the night at the Slytherin Common Room, and the dying embers from the immense fireplace glowed, casting a dim light onto the lone, pale-haired occupant of the room. The light reflected across the room shedding light on the elegant, wispy silver and green banners that hung high from the ceiling. On the sofa closet to this fire Malfoy lay lounging across its leathery fabric. His pale but masculine face illuminated by the light, he was in fact, strikingly handsome when he didn't wear his usual Slytherin sneer. His face had a strong, masculine jaw whose angles were perfectly illuminated in the dim light, a straight, regal nose which was no doubt due to his fine Pureblood lineage and strikingly ashen blonde hair that hung elegantly just above his eyes. But it was those eyes…those eyes which were a piercing grey/blue that was like a raging ocean storm, those eyes were what made him truly overwhelming.

However this is all easily forgotten when he you saw that sneer on his handsome face and that black inky stain that tarnished the pale skin of his forearm, these things reminded you of his real nature. Malfoy had been scribbling away with his quill furiously at a piece of parchment for hours now, planning the downfall of a certain Muggleborn witches. He was being extremely entertained by all the various ways in which he could make her life a misery but he decided that the thing he had planned for her must be something big, something that would make Granger fear and respect who Draco Malfoy was.

Hermione was walking, prompt as usual, down the corridor to her Muggle studies lesson, her hair curled in its natural honey ringlets which bounced as she proceeded merrily to her next class. In her hand she had her favourite book 'Hogwarts: A History' and had a small content smile planted on her face. She had to admit that she had been worried about Malfoy but it had been a whole month now and apart from the occasional glare at her from the Slytherin Table he hadn't bothered her at all. She didn't even know why she was thinking about him anyway, he couldn't do anything really because that would require him to actually have a spine, which as she was sure considering past experience, he did not possess. She turned the corner and halted when she observed Malfoy with his back leaned against the corridor, near to where she stood, smirking at her. She was the first to talk.

"Malfoy…are you going to just keep standing there or do you have an actual reason for being in my way?" she asked, fixing him with a cold hard glare. When all she got back was a snicker of amusement from him she decided she had had enough of wasting her time when she had a lesson to get to.

She made a move to get past him but he stuck a thick arm against the wall blocking her path, his face loomed in so close to hers that she didn't dare breathe. The silence was unbearable as all that could be heard was the rustling of his black robes and no doubt the sound of her own heartbeat as it reverberated around the corridor. He fixed her with a cold stare which she returned, his eyes were unfathomably deep but she refused to let herself get sucked in. Instead she found oxygen again and spoke in a clear and confident voice or at least what she hoped it was.

"What do you want Malfoy? If you think I'm afraid of you then you are sincerely mistaken".

His upper lip curled as he sneered at her "Yes…believe me when I say that your Gryffindor courage won't last you long Granger, especially once you have a taste of what I've got in store for you".

She felt fearful butterflies make an appearance in her stomach but she ignored them.
"I'm sorry Malfoy but whatever date you had planned I'm afraid you're really not my type" she said faking an apologetic look and gave him a smirk to match his own, she refused to take him seriously. His eyes flashed with anger as he noticed this and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration but he quickly reeled it in. Instead his face formed an evil smirk and his long fingers planted even more firmly against the cold stone of the corridor wall.

"Believe me Granger if the fate of the planet's population depended on us I still wouldn't touch your disgusting Mudblood body for fear of infection" he spat looking up and down her body as if it was rotting.

"If you are in such disbelief of how serious I am than I shall just have to convince you won't I? You have no idea of what I'm capable of and trust me one this you truly have no idea what fear is…yet" he whispered, smirking even more when he witnessed just for a second her huge hazel eyes widen in fear before her face regained its calm composure. She quickly ducked under his arm and darted to class feeling his eyes follow her as she left.

Usually Hermione enjoyed her Muggle studies lesson despite being a Muggle-born herself she always took enjoyment in seeing how the wizarding world saw Muggles and their technology. However she took no enjoyment from her class today as all her thoughts was consumed by a certain person who she had always believed to be all mouth and no action. Yet his words had frightened her, he seemed different somehow, she could sense the power that emanated from him and it made her wonder what he wascapable of? She made her way back to the Gryffindor common room where she greeted Harry and Ron who immediately noticed the troubled frown her face.

"What did that git Malfoy do?" Harry growled understanding what had happened before she had even a chance to sit down, his emerald eyes flashing behind his glasses.
"Harry, calm down he didn't doanything he was just trying to scare me and its not going to work, Honestly…Ron breathe!" she gasped, as she saw Ron's face that had now become a brilliant red and what now resembled a beetroot, she smiled at her friend as he let his breath out in a hiss in an effort to calm himself down. After the war they soon realised that weren't right together but he continued to be her best friend and look out for her as always and she did the same for him.

"I swear to God next time I see that bloody git, he is dead!" he snarled. Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat down on the sofa with her book amused as Ron and Harry began to list all the different jinxes and curses they would cast on Malfoy if they came close to her. Even though she knew they were being over-protective it still made her feel better knowing that they were there for her.

Malfoy looked between his faithful but undoubtedly stupid comrades. He spoke in a loud and clear voice hoping to drill the execution of the plan home one more time.

"Jasper, Goyle do you understand what I have asked of you?" he asked for what felt the millionth time. He strangely missed Crabbe at times like this and he could tell Goyle did too but neither spoke about him, it was like an unwritten rule between the two of them. Jasper although young was a convenient little Slytherin manipulative who was as cold as they come and eager for the chance to do some damage to any Gryffindors'. They nodded in unison to show their understanding of his plan and he smiled, everything was coming together nicely and soon he would be able to see the look on Granger's face when she knew that he had gotten the better of her.

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