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A/N: Heya guys, I noticed some spelling mistakes last chapter, sorry about that. I'm out looking for a beta, but none have caught my eye. If anyone has any suggestions for one, or someone wants to be mine, I'd like for you to tell me, I'd be extremely thankful. Also I wanted to give a big thank you to everyone who was reviewed, and added me to their subscription list. I'm ecstatic that people like my horrendous work :D Well here's the next go for ya.
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Sitting up with a groan, Hermione rose from her bed and set her feet down on the cold ground. Looking around, she has found that she does miss Gryffindor Tower a bit, but has come to like her new home. It has a homey feel to it. Looking at her clock, she saw she has only an hour until breakfast starts, and with the possibility that she has to share a bathroom with Draco, she needs all the time she can get. Honestly, she didn't even check out the bathrooms last night, she just plopped onto her bed and fell asleep. She shuffled over to her trunk and sifted through it in search of that days outfit. The bright side of being a seventh year is that you don't have to wear the uniform if you choose not to. You just have to sport the cloak with the Hogwarts crest on it.
She took out a pair of navy blue lace knickers and a matching push up bra for underneath her clothing. This year is supposed to be different right? So why not push things to the limit? Taking a risk like this wasn't exactly a Hermione Granger thing to do, but she wanted to be viewed as fun, dangerous, different. Not boring, dull and a bookworm. Albeit she is still going to get top marks, and still be know-it-all-Granger, but why not add some sex appeal? Making a little noise of agreeing at the back of her throat, she picked out her plaid uniform skirt, in the Gryffindor colors, of course, which was shortened considerable and came to rest in the middle of her thigh, and simple black V-neck tee. It was just low enough to get people thinking.
Grabbing her clothes, she travelled to the second door in her room, and knocks on the door. "Draco? Hello? Draco, are you in there?" No reply, so she just shrugged to herself and opened the door. But instead of meeting the familiar visual of a bathroom, she met the visual of a hard, muscular, white chest. Instead of looking him up in the eyes, like she knew she should, she continued to stare at the expanse of chest that he was presenting her with. Hermione, look up. Stop staring! I know it's tempting, oh god, hun I think you're drooling. Say something you dumbass! Come on, coherent sentences. You don't want to be like that disgusting pug whore Pansy, do you?
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Draco just stared down at the beautiful vision before him, completely in tune and informed on what her internal debate was about. Draco Malfoy was different this year, he knew it. But no one else did. Blood status didn't matter to him anymore, since what had happened over the summer. He knew that if love is love, there's nothing you can do about it. Now, he wasn't saying that he was in love with Hermione, but he found her sexy as hell. Physically, he meant. Nothing more or less. Her curves made all of his blood rush south, and those round breasts made the river towards downstream turn into a waterfall. But that's about it, get her talking and he just wants to make a mute button for her, or stick a sock down her throat. She will always be a know-it-all. But stuck up nerd or not, he wanted to shag the life out of her. He just had to figure out how. See the things some people do not understand is saying someone's sexy as hell, is different than liking them. There was no emotion except lust when it came to her.
Hermione was still waging her mental war, so Draco decided to put her out of her sudden embarrassment . . . and make it worse. "Excuse me Hermione, but you seem to be salivating on me. Not that I don't like that type of thing, but if you really wanted me, you should have come last night. We have classes soon and I really don't fancy being late for my first day of classes." By seeing how quickly the color drained from her face, his own look of feigned innocence was almost replaced by side splitting laughter. Almost is the word, as he barely let a smile ghost past his lips.
"I . . . uhh. Sorry." She mumbled as she pushed him out of the way, trying to hide her now bright red cheeks. She shut the door behind her, and immediately turned on the shower full blast. God damn it! Hermione, what are you thinking? What happened to cool, calm and collected? And now you just blew it, by not even retorting? I mean come on! Snark is your absolute forte babe, you have to work on it, she thought as she mentally scolded herself for being so stupid. Sighing to herself, she stripped out of her clothes, and hopped into the shower. After about ten minutes, she jumped right back out, and look in the mirror. Okay just breathe, he's just a guy, you never act like this! Just get it together. God I'm talking to myself again! And then again, jeez, okay stopping now!
She magically dried her hair so it hung in loose curls down her back, and took a barrette, so it swept her side bangs out of her face. She applied minimal makeup, because that's all she needed, got dressed and walked out of the bathroom with her head held high. She had a feeling that she was going to get teased relentlessly by Draco because of the bathroom incident. Surprisingly, he didn't look up from his position on the couch at all. He seemed to be immersed in a letter he had just received from a regal looking black owl. Hooting, the owl set flight out the window, and Hermione wandered over to Draco, wondering what the letter could say. Sensing her presence, Draco quickly shoved the letter into his pocket and looked up with a glare. The glare was so . . . mean looking, she actually took a step back.
"Draco, are you okay? What did the letter say?" She stuttered out and she played with the hem of her skirt, as she looked at him hesitantly.
Sneering her replied, "What's it to you Granger? Stay out of my life, and I won't ruin yours, now go run along and fuck around with Pot Head and Weasel Bee."
"Oh so we're now back to a last name basis? What is your damage Malfoy? What the hell has gotten into your ferrety little head?" She retorted, as she started to feel her blood simmer.
"Yes last name basis, I only call people who I like by their first names. And my damage is you. You come out here, trying to figure out my life, and trying to get in my head! But I won't let you, to hell I won't!" His eyes had narrowed to slits and his fist clenched. "Like I said, stay out of my life, and I won't ruin yours, mudblood." And with that, he stormed out of the common room in a swirl of teen angst, and frustration.
Mudblood, mudblood, mudblood, mudblood. That one word seemed to bounce off every crevice in her head, and seemed to grow louder with every occurrence. Had he actually just said that to her, after him being all nice and polite, he hurls this insult at her? What did she do to deserve it though? She just asked if he was okay, and he blew up when she laid her eyes upon the letter he was reading. Blinking back tears, she took in a shaky breath and smoothed her hair. Fine, if that's how he wants to play it then that's how the games going to go. I just hope he's ready.
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The day was uneventful, until double potions with Slytherin. She entered the classroom and sat in between Harry and Ron, flashing them both a quick smile. Snape entered the dungeons in a great swirl of black cloak, and black, greasy hair. Tapping the board, he began to speak, and the chalk magically copied down what he was saying. "The first day of a new term, and the day that I will see which twats did not study the assigned chapters over the summer. To do so, we will be brewing the very difficult, Veritaserum and therefore enjoyable for me, since I get to watch you dimwitted children fail. Not only are you brewing this complicated potion, but I will choose the partners." The whole class, both Gryffindor and Slytherin groaned in unison, and quickly glared at each other, appalled that they actually agreed on something. At this sound, Snape's eyes shown like a little boy on Christmas, all giddy for St. Nicholas and presents, but all Snape was giddy for was taking house points from Gryffindor and awarding them to his precious Slytherin.
He then proceeded to call off the names of the students in the class. Hermione had zoned out for most of it until, "And our Head Boy and Head Girl! How lucky for you Granger, that you have Draco as a supervisor, or you would surely mess this up." Most of Slytherin sniggered, but she just ignored the. Sighing, she gets up and grudgingly trudges over to where the biggest arse in the world was sitting. Silence ensued, no greeting, or acknowledgement of either had happened, so Hermione went to gather the supplies. After brewing the potion, they still had fifteen minutes to spare. Now was her time to strike, she thought.
Speaking loud enough for most of the class to hear, but did not reach the ears of one Severus Snape, she said, "Oh Draco, you know that proposition you came to me with. You know, where you asked me to persuade you?" As she said this, she gently trailed one finger down his covered chest, and he audibly gulped. Purring she said, "Well after some time I came to the decision that," quick as a flash her voice changed from seductive to menacing, dripping with venom. "That I would never touch a disgusting, judgmental, spoiled little brat like yourself. So, sorry, I guess I can't 'persuade' you." She put air quotes around persuade for effect, and the whole class had turned to stare. A few were sniggering, while the rest were mute, with their jaws looking like they were unhinged from their faces.
Draco had now turned a bright red, and looked like he wanted to strangle her. But instead of a murder, he cooled off, and replied smoothly, "Oh? Well that's not what you seemed to be thinking today when you were drooling all over me, after 'accidently' walking in on my shower this morning." He put quotes around accidently to mock her, and he smirked as wide as the Cheshire Cat.
Now not only had the class's jaws gone slack, so had Hermione's. And then suddenly, a thought popped into her head. Sweetly she laid a hand on his arm, and took on a look of sympathy, "Oh dear Draco, that was acting. You think I would actually drool over a ferret like yourself?" Shaking her head, she tried not to laugh, "I was only doing this to test my newest theory."
"And what theory is that mudblood?" He growls through clenched teeth.
"That no matter who the girl is, if she looks at you a certain way, you make sure you have her. You're just a dumb prick looking for a random shag with no strings attached, since you know no one would ever love a cold hearted bastard like you." Hermione's last comment hung in the air like a giant red balloon. Suddenly the bell rang, and with a quick smirk over her shoulder, she left Draco fuming and stunned in the middle of the potions room, to go visit her friends for dinner.
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A/N: Okay guys that's about wrapping up this chapter. Review as usual! You guys make me muy happy! I hope you guys enjoyed this addition to the story. I have break this whole week, so I'm going to try to upload a chapter a day. Well tah tah for now.
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