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Chapter II: Dispicable
"Barmy Hermione! That wasn't a funny joke at all." Ron had to catch his breath that he didn't know he was holding. "'Mione, is it true?" the little red head inquired. Hermione sat there in the carriage with her friends before meeting the Head Boy; the moment she wasn't at all excited about. She knows her friends wouldn't like her working with Malfoy. But, Dumbledore himself wanted this. She looked at Harry who looked like he was in deep thought. "Hermione! Tell me you were kidding when you said Malfoy was the Head Boy! Dumbledore isn't daft to pick a Death Eater to practically run the school!" Hermione exhaled and spoke directly to the raven haired boy, "It wasn't a joke. Malfoy is the Head Boy. I'm sorry if I didn't tell you guys sooner. I just didn't want Ronald here to go on and on about Malfoy all summer." She looked at Ginny apologetically after finishing her explanation, pointedly ignoring Ron. Harry, being the most understanding of the group, nodded and smiled, "I trust Dumbledore and you, 'Mione. I know you can handle that slimy git." "Yeah. I think Dumbledore knows what he's doing. He probably wants you to keep a look on him. You know, to see if he's up to something." Ginny interjected. Hermione was relieved. Relieved that she isn't keeping a secret to her friends anymore, and that they took the news calmly. Well, except for one read head that looks like he's blowing steam out of his ears. She didn't think Ginny's inquiry was true, though. She knows Malfoy is a nasty piece of work but believes that he's incapable of doing Death Eater deeds. "HARRY! Did someone use an Imperius curse on you?! Do you know what you're saying?! It's that bloody git Malfoy we're talking about! Ring a bell? Yeah? How can you calmly sit there knowing that our 'Mione here would be in a hands of a Death Eater!" Hermione had heard enough. She stood abruptly speaking articulately, so her friend would understand her each and every word, "I'm done listening to your rant, Ronald Weasley! No one here likes the idea of having that ferret as the Head Boy but it's not for us to decide! I suggest to respect the Headmaster's decision and shut up! I bloody well know how to take care of myself!"With a huff, she left and headed to the Head's carriage.
She walked towards her destination as if she was being followed. Annoyance is all she could feel at the moment. Annoyed how her friend Ron acted like a 5 year old in tantrum yet again and annoyed at the fact that she'd be seeing her least favorite person in Hogwarts in any moment. She was suddenly reminded of his pool of silver eyes that stared at her outside earlier. To be quite honest, she was a little intrigued that he didn't say any snide remarks about her and her friends. That was very unMalfoy like at all. She reached the door of her designated carriage and she stood there, prepared herself to see the blonde Slytherin that she loathed since that very day they met at Flourish and Blotts. Opening the door with much confidence, she stepped in with grace and was a little surprised to see it empty. Quickly making a mental note to question Malfoy about his abilities to keep the Head Boy title, she sat next to the window, pulled out her favorite book of Hogwarts: A History, and decided to appreciate the blissful silence.
"Draco, your father must be so proud!" gushed Pansy. She started adjusting Draco's robe, dusting invisible dusts off of it; enjoying her idea of marrying the blonde someday. The girl believed that Lucius and Narcissa will be choosing her for Draco since they both grew up together and the obvious fact that she isn't a Mudblood nor a Halfblood and is as filthy rich as the Malfoy's. Draco, on the other hand, didn't care of who he would be sharing the vows with as long as she is a Pureblood witch and isn't poor as Weaslebee. "Beating Scardhead to the Head Boy title? Mate, that's bloody amazing!" Blaise said, throwing a playful punch on Draco's arm. Smirking at his best mate, he stood up to leave and decided to meet the Head Girl.
He strode inside the carriage finding Hermione to be so engrossed in her reading. Sitting across from the Gryffindor, he stared at her like she's some kind of a creature with three heads. Hermione didn't look but she knows that he's staring. She can feel it. Her skin is prickling whenever he stares at her like that, like she's an abomination, but there's something else in those looks and it makes her wonder what it was. She metally kicked herself for letting Malfoy get to her that easily. Scolding herself in her head, "You will focus on school and would stay as far as possible from that ferret that is sitting in front of you right now for the rest of the year." She flipped the page non-chalantly, still pretending that no one is in the room with her.
Draco Malfoy could not be fooled. He knows the girl sitting infront of him is feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. He got to give it to her, though. She definitely looks like she doesn't mind that they're sharing the same air at the moment but her fierce eyes gave it away. It still appears that she is still reading but looking closely, you'll see her eyes stopped scanning the book she was just so aborbed in before Malfoy entered the room. Focusing on the book Hermione is holding, he whisphered to himself, "Evanesco"and the object disappeared into thin air.
Faster than a hipogriff, Hermione was on her feet- wand in hand, pointed at the culprit's chest. She was seething and her anger felt like it's reverberating through the walls that is enclosing the two enemies together. She prayed to all the great witches and wizards to help her get through this train ride without hexing Malfoy into the oblivion for that little act he just performed. "Mudblood..." he drawled. "If you're going to do what it looks like you're about to do, be my guest. If not, move back. I'd loathe to catch whatever Mudblood germs you have." moving the tip of Hermione's wand that is poking his chest. He looked at her straight in the eye then smirked. Hermione could not believe his audacity! "You... you foul, evil, little cockroach! Do you honestly take pride in being a nasty git you are?! Were you born to make people's lives around you miserable?!" she said as she jabbed her wand onto his lean chest. "Living with you is like living in a bloody hell, Malfoy!" Draco's features turned cold instantly. He stood up dangerously, advancing... he balled his fists, "You talk like you know me, Mudblood! You have not a single clue what being a Malfoy is like! You know nothing about hell!" he spat as they reached the corner. He kept advancing on her like a hungry animal. His eyes dark, cold, angry... "I know how sorry excuse for a wizard you are." Hermione countered. Malfoy chuckled- a low, evil chuckle. "Says who? Says the filthy little Mudblood? The likes of you taints the wizarding world. You lot doesn't even deserve to live." Hermione used her free hand to punch the Slytherin but with experienced Seeker reflexes, Draco Malfoy caught her arm quickly. He leaned into her, leaving about an inch between them. With such close proximity, he could smell her and hear her heart beating rapidly. "Look at me, Mudblood." he hissed. "You will do best to be careful on what you say. You don't know what I can do. You don't know what I'm capable of." Fear and anxiety filled Hermione's body but she stood her ground. "You don't scare me, Malfoy." Slightly amused, Malfoy ran finger down her throat and then grasping it. "You should." He whispered to her ear. Hermione's body shivered involuntarily which made Malfoy smile with malice.
The door opened, revealing the shocked faces of the Prefects. Hermione quickly pushed Draco away & adjusted her jumper- Her little banter with the boy made her looking a little disheveled. "Merlin! He's despicable!" she thought to herself. Clearing her throat to ease the tension, she asked everone to take a sit so they could all get on with the meeting. The Heads are to brief the Prefects of what they would be doing when they arrive Hogsmeade. Draco sat, not planning on participating when Hermione shot him a look, "Malfoy. Why don't you stand here with me and tell everyone their duties instead of just sitting there, doing nothing." The blonde stayed sitted, pretending to hear nothing. Thinking that it's best not to start a row with Malfoy in front of everybody, she started the meeting herself. She informed everyone of their Prefect duties including to patrol the students to the castle when they reach their destination.
Not too long after the meeting ended, Hogwarts Express arrived safely at the Hogsmeade Station. Students got off the scarlet engine and were assisted by the dutiful Prefects, along with Hogwarts' Gatekeeper Rubeus Hagrid, to the castle. Hermione saw Harry, Ginny, and Ron and waved. Walking towards her friends, she silently prayed to Merlin that no one would ask her about what happened earlier in the train. "This is going to be a bloody long year..." she sighed.
A/N: Woooh! This chapter's a bit longer than the first one. I'm actually kiiiinda proud. :3 And I did this while I was slaving myself away at work. I work in an office and it was terribly busy that day I was writing this. R&R pleeeeeease?! :D
Thanks, lovelies! x