It Wasn't Supposed to Happen.
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Chapter Two: Granger Danger!
"Don't you give me that!" Hermione snapped gratingly, her brown eyes glaring into his own with an anger he hadn't seen since she broke his nose in third year.
He didn't know what she was yelling at him for, there are quite a few things he could have been in trouble for. Just because he was more of a lone wolf nowadays didn't mean he'd given up his old ways. Although, he had to admit, he'd cut down a lot on making people's lives torture.
"I'm sorry, my dearest Head Girl, is it wrong of me to politely say hello after you so rudely barged into my bedchambers?" Draco drawled tiredly, sitting up slowly, his muscles protesting against the action fiercely.
Since McGonagall had kicked him off the Quidditch team, he had been laying about a lot more than he used to. His muscles, which used to be taught and firm to the touch, were weakened and beginning to soften. No matter how much he tried to work-out, push-ups just weren't cutting it.
Hermione ignored his sarcastic remark and sucked in a deep breath before closing her eyes, and letting the breath out. "Why did you drop your position as Head Boy?" She breathed, sounding a lot calmer than she had a few moments ago.
"McGonagall said it was for the best," Draco said, and it was mostly the truth. McGonagall had hinted that he should give the position up, seeing as he was having trouble in his studies.
"Malfoy, is this about your marks? I can help you, you know," Hermione said without thinking. Her brown eyes flashed with apprehension the moment the words flew off that sharp tongue of hers, but she made no move to take them back.
Draco stared at her in shock, then covered it up with a sneer, "I don't need your help, Granger, nor do I want it. You couldn't help me anyway."
Draco inwardly cursed himself for that last line. Telling Hermione Granger that she couldn't do something was a death wish. He literally saw a fire light itself in her eyes.
"You got kicked off the Quidditch team, correct?" Hermione inquired, and he cursed himself to the eighth layer of Hell. Her gears were turning, he could see it. For Merlin's sake he could smell her determination.
"Say I did, what's it to you?" He raised a skeptical brow, and he swore he saw an evil little Hermione Granger in her brain, rubbing her hands together and cackling. He shook his head, and focused on Hermione again.
"Listen here, Malfoy. I'm going to help you get your grades up, therefore allowing you back on the quidditch team and sacking that horrible new seeker they've acquired." Hermione nearly beamed at her genius.
Draco smelled a catch, "what's in it for you?" He again asked skeptically. He saw her smile a bit and then she was speaking again. Although he'd been holding up well for most of the conversation, he was starting to feel lightheaded and nauseas again. Not even Hermione, the girl who'd always been able to make him forget even his last name, just by walking by, couldn't keep the feelings away.
"What's in it for me, you ask? I just ask that you quietly take back your Head Boy position. I'll even put in a good word for you, and evidence that I've been helping you." Her crossed arms set her firm point, and he really didn't have a choice. He was suddenly too tired to argue.
Hermione must have seen the defeat in his eyes because her face lit up and she clapped her hands together happily. Draco fought against the lazy smirk attempting to ruin his somewhat disappointed façade.
"Great, so after classes tomorrow, meet me in the library. We'll have about two hours to get some work done before dinner, alright?" Hermione chirped, and he nodded.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm rather tired." Draco said, purposely rude and gesturing to the door. Hermione rolled her eyes and made to leave, but suddenly stopped and glanced at him over her shoulder.
He was suddenly weary of her peering, she seemed to look into his mind. And then he realized she did look into his mind. He had forgotten she was an experienced Legilimens. She turned around fully to face him. He stared into her hard amber eyes.
She reached into her little bag that was hanging undetected until now from her shoulder. She seemed to dig a lot deeper than the purse was capable of holding. Draco realized a second later than he would've if he was fully awake that it was magically altered.
She soon pulled out a large bag of apples. She opened it and tossed him a ripe red one. He raised a brow at her, but her back was already turned. He noticed she left the bag of fruit near his bed.
Bang.
His door slammed shut and he waited a few minutes before biting into the apple. It was sweet, unnatural for an apple, but he supposed it was a certain kind.
It reminded him of her. You'd think she was sour and tart like most girls of her appearance, but she was really sweet on the inside, and soft as well. He finished his apple gratefully, and then ate two more due to his hunger. Once he was finished, his head hit the pillow heavily and a little golden ball bounced next to him. He engulfed the snitch in his hand and soon after, he fell asleep.
A/N: I feel like it's been ages more than just a week. Perhaps it's just my eagerness to post this next chapter. xD It's been patiently waiting for a few days, and I couldn't handle the wait for tomorrow, so I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to everyone for reviewing and such, I love you all!
Keeping the chapters short and sweet, alright?
