(May 5th, 2011)
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CHAPTER 2
At the Sorting Ceremony Hermione sat next to Harry positively livid. How dare he threaten her? No that was supposed to be her line. After Voldemort died and things were starting to patch up at the ministry she decided that should finish her final year and damn it if it wasn't going to go perfect after the year she had last year. She vowed to herself she wouldn't necessarily change, but she would change the way people treated her. With respect. Starting with none other than Malfoy and his clan of cronies. She didn't expect it to be easy. No, in fact she figured it would be more difficult than trying to teach Ronald how to make a Draught of Living Death. So she tried to threaten Malfoy and clearly he didn't take that too well, his threats were much more menacing. Also she had noticed that he had looked at her in a funny way when she had him against the wall. He licked his lips and hovered his gaze over her body. A hungry look one might say. Nonsense. It was his usual condescending smirk.
Not that she was denying that she was getting some attention from boys that she didn't get before when she walked into the great hall. Heads turned and whispers echoed across the room as they took in tanned skin and dark tamed waves. She had spent the summer in Australia looking for her parents to reverse the memory spell. It had taken two months before she realised she was out of her league. Reluctantly she had returned to England a week before classes began, in time for George and Angelica's wedding. She had come back a bit of an emotional wreck so Fleur and Ginny decided to play Barbie doll with her. At the time she was so upset she didn't even argue when they magically dyed her hair a rich chocolate colour with a gold and red tint. They did all the girly things she hated like painting her nails and (god forbid) waxing. All the painful bits too.
But she had to admit the torture she had looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. A new look to go with a new outlook. Hermione drew herself back to the busy table around her as she saw a hand wave in front of her.
"Hello? Earth to Hermione?" It was the bubbling redheaded girl otherwise known as Ginny, her best girlfriend. She was smiling at her as the others chuckled around her. "Off in la-la-land again?"
"You could say something like that." Hermione gave a bright smile as she looked down at the food in front of her, she reached over to grab an apple when her sleeve pulled back and exposed an angry scar running up her wrist. Hastily she shoved the sleeve down and grabbed her fork, putting food in her mouth. She practically died at the wonderful taste of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. In her travels and her worry for her parents she hadn't had time to eat a lot of food, let alone good food.
For the next forty minutes everyone eat and chatted away, asking everyone about their summers until McGonagall stood up and cleared her throat. Everyone put his or her cutlery down, waiting for her to speak. Like she had told the prefects, she explained the new rules, not without some outbursts from various houses. Then she announced Head girl and Head boy. Hermione had received a roar of cheering; whistling and whooping while Malfoy only had the Syltherins approval and the forced polite applause from the others. McGonagall introduced the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher as Professor Whitshire, a plump brown haired woman that reminded Hermione of Mrs. Weasley.
Then they were all dismissed for the evening. As head girl Hermione helped Harry, Ron and Ginny lead the first years to the Gryffindor common room, laying down the rules of curfew and forbidden corridors. She chuckled at some of the questions she received from the young ones and thought back to her first day here. A lump formed in her throat as she realized this would be her last first day at Hogwarts. After she had explained everything she sat down to chat with Harry, Ron and Ginny. She was there for a few hours, enjoying the laughter and she glanced down at her watch to realize it was past ten thirty. Despite their protests she excused herself to go get settled into her new dorms. Walking down to the sixth floor she grew increasingly nervous, would Malfoy listen to her and leave her alone? She reached the painting of beautiful woman on a white horse, surrounded by dark forest.
"Knuggut noyances." The woman bowed in her saddle and the door flung open to reveal a few steps going down. She walked down them to a spacious common area tastefully decorated with gold, red, silver and emerald. There was a roaring fire in a black marble fireplace and above it was the tapestries of Gryffindor and Slytherin. At the far left and right corners of the room where stair ascending to two doors; the right corner was her dorm and the left corner was Malfoy's. On the right hand wall a few stairs went up to reveal the kitchen and on the opposing wall was the bathroom they would share. In the washroom there was a tub that rivalled the prefects tub on the fifth floor with a beautiful marble shower surrounded by glass. She opened a cupboard above one of the sinks to see her things already put away. She smiled to herself; maybe having my own dorm isn't such a bad thing after all. Hermione was walking over to her dorm when the portrait door opened with a bang. She looked over to see a struggling mass shuffling into the common room. She saw a glimpse of blonde and dark hair before they fell onto the plush leather couch. There was a female breathy moan of "Draco" which could only be one girl, Pansy Parkinson. Hermione crossed her arms, looking disgusted. She gave several Umbridge-like coughs with no success. At this point they were down to their underwear and Hermione was fuming.
"Excuse me!" She yelled and Draco looked up, cocking his head to the side.
"I already told you Granger I like my women pure so no, you can't join in." Hermione glared at him and walked over to the couch yanking the blanket off so the two of them tumbled off. They hit the floor with a gasp and both jumped to their feet. "What the hell was that for?"
"That was for not listening to me!" She turned to Pansy and pointed to the door. "Out." Pansy just stood there in her undergarments staring at her.
"Drakie she can't—" Hermione cut her off.
"Yes I can. This is my dorm as well so when I tell you to get out, I mean get the hell out!" Malfoy just gave Pansy a look and she left, picking up her clothes. When the door shut he turned to her. He was just in jeans, his blonde hair was tousled and for once there was a tinge of colour in his cheeks.
"Okay what the hell is your problem Granger?"
"My problem? My problem is that this dorm isn't meant for your sexual conquests. That's what your private room is for!" She pointed to the stairs in the left corner. "I don't want to walk in on you and whoever you're banging on the same couch I'll be studying on an hour later." He just stared at her, not in the angry way he usually did, but in that way he did before… that gaze that sent a blush to her cheeks. It was then she noticed his naked chest, chiselled in a six-pack from countless quidditch practices. There is no way that I, Hermione Granger, think Malfoy the muggleborn hater is attractive. No. She gulped and looked away still waiting for his response. He just smirked at her, as he watched her gaze and sauntered forward leaving only a few feet between them.
"What's the matter? Jealous of Pansy?" Hermione sputtered in protest but no words came out. "Just because everyone's not a prude like you doesn't mean people can't have some fun."
"I-I-am not a prude!" She managed to get out and he just laughed, his steel eyes glinting.
"Everyone know you're as innocent as a child when it comes to sex, or even just boys in general." Hermione's was outraged, not just because he was provoking her because she knew as well as he did that he was spot on.
"You're getting off topic! The point is you have to respect the fact that we share this space together. I just want to get through the year, so for once can we just come to a truce?" His stormy eyes flashed and his grin disappeared.
"A truce? What are you suggesting?" She sighed in exasperation.
"Well just one rule really. That way we can avoid talking to each other at all costs." Malfoy waved his hand and shrugged. She took that as a yes. "Alright, no fraternizing in the common areas kept it in the private bedrooms. Any questions?" She raised her eyebrow at him.
"No everything's just dandy." He spat at her. "Now if you don't mind I have business to finish." And with that he headed to his room and slammed the door. Hermione gave a sigh of relief and took a book from the shelf to read in the bathtub.
The first day of classes flew by quickly. The work was piling up but everyone's mind was still on vacation. Other than the head girl. She cooped herself into her common room when classes had ended and had stayed there until Malfoy came into the room.
"About time you showed up." She spat at him as the grandfather clock chimed eight o'clock and the book that was in her hand disappeared with a 'pop' as well as every object in the room on the final stroke of the clock, leaving just the plush leather couch in front of the fireplace.
"A full hour of quality time with the Hogwarts Mudblood. Everyday until God knows when. Fan-fucking-tastic"." He threw himself onto the couch beside her giving Hermione a dirty look. "I have better things to do you know. I can't believe you got us into this crap!" She glared at him, tucking her legs onto the couch.
"Well maybe if you left me alone we wouldn't have to have had that conversation. It's just as much of your fault as is it mine. As far as how long we'll have to do this for, McGonagall said it's until we can get along." She saw him sneer at the thought. "So that means we'll be here everyday until we graduate. Or we kill each other. Whichever comes first." She sighed and placed her elbow on the chair arm, running her fingers through her hair. She started mumbling under her breath. "God this is not how I wanted to start out my year. It was suppose to be a good year. The best year. Now I have to be stuck everyday with an obnoxious prick. Just great." Malfoy scoffed at her.
"Could you for once just not talk?" She said nothing and just stared at the wall. The hour passed by slowly, neither of them talked. They shifted on the couch every once and a while, careful not to brush against each other. When the clock stuck nine everything reappeared with a 'pop' and Malfoy sprung up from the couch immediately and stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. Hermione gave a huff and rolled her eyes.
"Way to be mature Ferret." She grabbed her book and started to finish the chapter she had started before she was interrupted.
The next day she was sitting at breakfast watching Ron stuff his face full of bacon and eggs. Hermione daintily picked at her food, repulsed by the way Ron was shoving his face. Harry leaned over from his place beside her, noticing her fidgeting.
"Alright there?" She nodded absentmindedly. A moment past before a hand waved in front of her. "Hello? Hermione?" Her head snapped up to his piercing green eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Hmmm nothing's wrong." She murmured but Harry wasn't convinced.
"You only fiddle with your food around exam period and when something's picking away at your brain. Now tell me." Hermione sighed and put down her fork looking up.
"I guess I had just hoped that I wouldn't have to deal with the arrogant asshole. But now I have to deal with it twenty-four hours seven days a week. Because I live with him." She sneered in disgust. "I have to live with him. God what did I do wrong to deserve this?" At this point Ron had looked up, listening to her speaking.
"Iwf he hwurts you Herm-wio-nee I'll kwuck his awss!" She couldn't help but laugh at his overly stuffed mouth. She glanced over to where Malfoy was sitting with his friends to notice him staring at her. She quickly looked away.
"Thanks Ron, but I think I need to handle this on my own. But if it gets really bad I'll let you guys know." Harry rubbed her back gently and tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear. Hermione gave him a smile and looked down at her watch. "Looks like it's time for classes. I'll see you guys in potions after Ancient Runes." Harry groaned.
"Great, double-potions with the snakes. Can't wait." She ruffled his hair lightly as she got up and waved goodbye before heading out of the Great Hall. She looked back to see that even though McGonagall had insisted that students mingle, not much had changed. There were dots of purple, yellow and red within the first three tables but the fourth was a solid green. It's too bad some people can't be more flexible. Stupid Slytherins. With that thought she turned and headed for her first class.
Hermione's mind was buzzing by the time she had left her Runes class; she had forgotten how hard the class could be. I already have so much to catch-up on! She vowed to take dinner in her common room tonight to get started early on reviewing. She entered the dungeons and saw Harry waving her over to their table. They chatted as the classroom slowly filled up; Slytherins on one side of the room and Gryffindors on the other. Slughorn emerged from his office scanning the room before waving his hands for silence.
"Silence please! Yes, yes. Good morning students and welcome to Advanced Potions. Before I begin the lesson I would like to remind all of you of professor McGonagall's words yesterday about school unity. Therefore this divide that I see if not acceptable. Now since nobody wants to move from their comfort zone I will be assigning your new partner." Everyone groaned as he started to pair people up. "Miss Weasley with Mr. Zabini, Mr. Potter with Mr. Nott, Mr. Weasley with Miss Parkinson, Miss granger with Mr. Malfoy…." He kept rambling off random couples but Hermione didn't listen. Really? I am always going to be stuck with him? Just because we're Head Boy and Head Girl. Honestly I wish teachers were more creative sometimes. Clearly Malfoy wasn't going to move so she reluctantly picked up her bag and moved across the room to the vacant seat next to him. They sat in silence as Slughorn explained which potion they were to do and where to find the ingredients in the storage room. When he finished Hermione got up and fetched the items needed for hair-growing potion while Malfoy set up the cauldron.
"Alright you boil the goat's milk and I'll chop the pruned root. Make sure it doesn't burn."
"Jesus Granger stop being a bossy boots will you? I read the same recipe that you did." Malfoy snapped at her, stirring the milk.
"Look I'm not happy about this either but could we, just for once, be pleasant to each other? I just want to get this done." She looked up at his sneering face and lowering her voice, added the one word she hated to use. "Please?" The look on his face was shock mixed with bewilderment. He just stared at her with his mouth slightly ajar. A few seconds later he realized what he was doing and clamped his mouth shut.
"I think I can manage that if you can." Malfoy's voice was so quiet she wasn't even sure she heard him right. She gave him a small smile in return and they both continued with the recipe. The lesson flew by quickly; the two worked diligently together and made the most progress out of all the pairs. It didn't go unnoticed by their professor.
"Well look here everyone! Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger proved that with co-operation and hard work that anything is possible! Well done! Twenty-five points for each of your houses." He beamed at them just as the bell for lunch rang. Everyone gathered their things, leaving as fast as they could. Soon it was just the two of them in the classroom, Malfoy turned to Hermione just as she reached the door.
"Umm anyways I guess I'll see you tonight." He surprised her with his neutral tone. She nodded and watched as he strode out of the room. She stepped out the dungeon door to see Harry and Ron were waiting for her.
"God what a horrible lesson! I have to be stuck with pug-face Parkison until Christmas. God I don't know if I can manage her stupid remarks for that long." He rolled his eyes and looked at Hermione. "How was Ferret boy? He didn't do anything I should know about?"
"Ah, actually it was fine." The boys looked at her surprised.
"What? Malfoy? Fine? No he must be up to something." Harry mused and Ron joined in. Hermione's brain went into overdrive as she thought about it. Maybe he is up to something. Or maybe he's finally maturing. I bet it was just a momentary lapse. Everything will be back to normal before we know it. With that she sat down for lunch and tried to get the blond haired boy out of her head.
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