Bored…let's say the dark lord is dead.

Recap:

"C'mon, you're sitting with me again. And if we have to have partners you're mines okay?" he asked. She gasped. Couldn't she make friends? Hermione was nice. Hinata didn't want to be dragged around by Draco the entire day. Maybe just maybe she didn't have to. They bumped into the trio again.

Complicated Love

Chapter 3

"Oh! Hey! Oh no! I forgot your name!" Hermione yelled and shook her head. Hinata smiled. "My name is Hyuuga Hinata," Hinata smiled. "I'll try to remember that," Hermione laughed. Hinata smiled. "So what class do you have next?" Hermione asked eagerly. "Um…" Hinata bit her bottom lip and stared at Draco. "We have Transfiguration next," he answered. "Oh…well you have the same class as me! Do you want to be partners? I mean Harry and Ron will obviously choose each other," Hermione rolled her eyes. Draco stood still and let Hinata talk to Hermione which was rather weird. He seemed relax and okay about it. Hinata glanced at him. He was waiting patiently for her to finish talking. "I kind of asked Draco if I could be his partner…" Hinata smiled hesitantly. Hermione's face fell. Did she just call him Draco "Oh….well um...good for you," she ran off.

Draco eyed Hinata. "Why'd you say that?" he asked. "W-wha?" Hinata didn't understand his question. "Why'd you tell her you asked me to be my partner? I thought you'd accept her offer," he raised an eyebrow. "Um…w-well it's just t-that you…are the only person I know. And…I have all your c-classes so being your p-partner would also help me u-understand faster." Hinata rambled. "So you're using me?" Draco asked his head tilted slightly. He had a strange amusement in his eyes. "N-no!" Hinata blushed. "Well whatever. Come on. We're going to be late for class," with that he dragged her off to class.

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"I am Professor McGonagall for those of you who are new," she glanced at Hinata. Hinata tried to smile. The Professor nodded encouragingly at her. She's nice…and her dark black hair is very pretty. She's a lot nicer than my homeroom teacher. Hinata shivered at the thought of Snape. Draco eyed Hinata. "Is something wrong?" he whispered. She shook her head vigorously. He nodded. He probably thinks I'm crazy now…Professor McGonagall announced what the class would be doing for several weeks. Learning how to transform a teacup into a living animal. "That also means it has to be able to breath and function like any other regular animal," she said. "Mr. Weasley! Mr. Potter! Are you two listening!" she suddenly had a strict face. Ron and Harry gave her mildly confused smiles. "I'd appreciate it if you two listen to me from now on," she informed them.

Harry and Ron nodded, rather red in the face. "Hermione, isn't this like the opposite from turning animals into teacups?" Harry prodded Hermione. She nodded then hushed him. "As I was saying, you will all be paired into two people per group. You will find a seat that both of you are comfortable in and stay there for the whole year. You will also have the same partner fro the whole year, so my advice would be to choose wisely. You may scatter," she announced. Draco sighed. Hinata turned to look at him. She was lazily glaring at Harry who, as it seemed, was about to come over to them.

When he reached them he muttered, "Hey, um…would you mind…er…being my partner?" Harry asked. Hinata glanced behind Harry and saw Hermione's face. She looked hopeful as to Hinata saying yes. "Um…sorry…I already asked Draco…to be my partner," Hinata whispered. "Oh…" Harry muttered rather surprised. "Is that all?" Malfoy snapped. Harry glared at him then left. Draco and Hinata watched Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry said a few things. Hermione didn't look hopeful anymore. Ron just grumbled a few words. "I'm guessing that they wanted to stick you into their trio," Malfoy assumed. Hinata blushed. "You could have gone with them. It's not like I care," Malfoy drawled. Hinata felt a small tug. I…knew that. No one ever cares about me.

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(Half an hour later)

"Hey be careful! Don't point that bloody wand at me," Malfoy snapped at Hinata. She sat still and pouted. "I don't understand how you guys use this…thing," Hinata muttered waving her wand. Draco grabbed her hand and sighed in annoyance. "I said stop waving this bloody thing!" he snarled. Hinata blushed as his hand tightened around hers. He glared at her red face. "Why are you blushing?" he asked. "Um…y-you…my…hand," she stuttered. He looked down and instantly let go of her. There was a small pale pink blush on his cheek, if she wasn't mistaken. "Don't think I like you or anything," he muttered quickly. "I know," she murmured.

Professor McGonagall wandered over to their table. "And how is Ms. Hyuuga doing?" she asked. Hinata sighed," I don't' really understand it," Hinata murmured. "Would you like to partner with Ms.Granger instead of Mr. Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall proposed. "No thank you," Hinata shook her head firmly. Professor McGonagall smiled, leaning over she whispered," It's nice that someone actually sees some good in Mar. Malfoy," she stood up and nodded approvingly. Hinata saw Hermione's expression. She looked crestfallen. Draco prodded Hinata. "What did the loony teacher ask you?" he scowled. "Um…she s-said t-that it was g-good that s-someone saw some good in you," Hinata answered quietly. He growled. "I…think I m-might ask Hermione t-to h-help me…I can't understand t-this," Hinata whispered. "No you aren't," Draco clenched her wrist firmly. She squeaked. "If you don't understand I'll explain it for you," he growled.

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"See, I told you that you would make at least some progress," Draco drawled. Hinata blushed as she ran to keep up with him. "B…but it became a rat…"she murmured. Draco sighed. "At least you made some progress," he muttered. "Hurry up, we're going to Charms. Professor Flitwick," he yelled at her small stumbling figure. "Ah! S-sorry," she gasped when she finally reached him. Is it always rowdy? I mean I was shoved here and there. How can he not get bumped into at least once? Hinata sighed. "You think too much," Malfoy muttered tugging at her hand. "The class is right here," he muttered. Hinata tried her best to ignore his hand on hers. Why do I act like such a 4 year old around guys? Especially around this scary, pale, intimidating guy. "S…so which house is P-professor Flitwick head of?" Hinata asked. "Ravenclaw," Malfoy answered simply.

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"Hello class!" small Professor Flitwick greeted happily. "Good afternoon, Professor Flitwick," the class chorused. "Yes yes, alrighty then. Today you will learn how to summon clothes," he clapped gleefully. Hermione's hand shot up into the air. "Yes Ms. Granger?" he asked. "Excuse me sir, but I though we had already learned how to summon things. Accio," Hermione said. "Yes, we have. But this is summoning clothes from nothing. I suppose I forgot to mention that. Well, that's what we will be doing today! So pick a partner. The highest you can have is three and the lowest is two, of course." the Professor climbed up onto the stack of books placed on his chair, so he could see everyone.

"This time you don't have to be my partner," Draco said. Hinata was surprised but only nodded in reply. Draco glanced around. Why the hell did I say that? I am not, I repeat, am not going to partner with Parkinson or Crabbe or Goyle!" Draco shifted when poked him. "What?" he scowled. "Um…well…I don't know anyone and well…um…since you haven't picked anyone out yet can I be yours?" Hinata whispered. "Why do you go and hang out with Potter and his group?" Draco snarled. Hinata bit her bottom lip. "Well…the highest number in a group is 3 and his group has Hermione, Ron, and himself…so I can' fit," Hinata whispered. "Fine, you can be my partner. But if I get an F it'll be your fault. Then I'll track you down and probably murder you," he threatened. Hinata chewed her bottom lip and nodded, fearfully. "Why did Tsunade send me here…but she said she'll send Sasuke-kun too…but he's almost exactly like Draco…" Hinata murmured very quietly. Draco glared icily at her. "What?" he asked, coldly. She looked up and instantly shook her head. "Nothing," she replied.

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All in all nothing really went perfect that day. Girls glared at Hinata for being near Draco. She learned that people in Slytherin called him the Slytherin Prince. Also people who weren't in Slytherin considered him a jerk, stuck-up, ferret, rich, snob, and other different names. She learned that Harry and Draco were rivals. That he always called Hermione mudblood, which Hinata didn't understand, but knew it was a bad name. Something else Hinata found out was that Draco Malfoy wasn't such a bad guy after all. When he wanted to, he could be very nice. They were allowed to go to Honeydukes that day. Draco brought Hinata along and to everyone's amazement bought her whatever she liked. So maybe just maybe the day hadn't been so bad after all.

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(NEXT DAY)

Hinata rolled over and bumped into a hard, soft object. Too sleepy to get up and investigate what it was, she just ran a hand over it. It moved and grunted. Her conclusion: Draco Malfoy. Malfoy swung an arm over Hinata's chest. "Touchy aren't we?" he whispered seductively, into her ear. It sent shivers down her spine. "S…sorry," she mumbled. Hinata tried to sit up but was pulled back down by Draco. "It's Saturday so there's no reason to get up. Especially at this time of day. It's only 5:00" Draco muttered. Hinata struggled a bit but gave up when Draco muttered," If you leave then I won't let you back in this room." He yawned. "F-fine then," Hinata murmured, reluctantly laying her head on his arm. He smirked. "Good girl," he whispered.

Hinata slept peacefully and was startled when she suddenly woke up "Sorry if I woke you," he muttered. Hinata nodded, sleepily, and yawned cutely. Draco felt a bit hard. "Damn," he muttered suddenly. "Um…d-did something h-happen?" Hinata asked innocently. Draco sighed and shook his head. "No," he answered. She smiled and because she was still drowsy and didn't really know what she was doing, she placed a light, soft kiss on his lips. It caught him by surprise but he responded and pulled her closer. Her hands searched his chest and each time she accidentally traced a bicep he would groan and hold her tighter. Eventually he had somehow managed to slip his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues fought for territory. After a while Hinata gave up. They broke apart when they needed air.

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"Hey Malfoy, why aren't you up yet?" Nott asked opening Draco's bedroom door. He nearly fainted when he saw Draco and Hinata curled up tightly against each other. Draco grunted. "What Nott?" he snapped. "Why in bloody hell are you and her wrapped in each other's arms?" Nott demanded. Draco groggily sat up. "Was that what you came for in the first place?" he asked. Hinata rolled off Draco's arm, gracefully, and onto her side of the bed. Draco stood and walked to Hinata's black trunk. He pulled out some clothes and threw them at Hinata's face. "Get dressed," he muttered, pushing her a little. Hinata moaned. "Since when did you go and get other people's clothes for them?" Theodore asked, incredulously. Draco icily glared at him. "None of your business," he snapped. "Get out Nott," Draco ordered. Theodore was about to reply but changed his mind and disappeared. "Are you going to wake up?" Draco asked Hinata. She yawned and sat up. Her hair was messed up, clothes disheveled. Yet she still looked cute.

"I'm going to change in the bathroom. Just to give you privacy," he muttered. He vaguely wondered of she remembered their little kissing session. "Hey…do you remember anything…from last night?" Draco asked Hinata, when he reached the door frame. She blushed. "Some," she answered. He nodded then left, leaving her with a little bit of peace. I can't believe I kissed him. I just can't believe it. I've barely even known the guy and something like that's already happened. Oh I hope he doesn't hate me. Wait! Didn't his friend come in? What if he spreads rumors? Numerous thoughts filled Hinata's mind as she dressed. The clothes he gave her consisted of a loose black shirt and a black pair of capris. She sighed. It would be a long day.

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"Are you going to eat today?" Draco asked as they walked together to the Great Hall. "Maybe," Hinata murmured. Draco stopped and tilted his head so that his silver-blonde hair fell into his ice cold grey-blue eyes and stared very hard at her. Hinata nervously pressed her two fingers together under his hard scrutiny. "Y-yes?" she squeaked. He stood perfectly still like a statue for a few more seconds but suddenly started walking again. "Hurry up," he muttered striding past her. She tried to quicken her pace so she could catch up with him. Unfortunately she was slow and was left behind. She sat forlorn at the bottom of a staircase. She buried her head in her arms and felt like crying. Why did Tsunade send her here? The original mission was supposed to be Hinata watching over something. But she didn't know what object she was supposed to watch. It was a very annoying and depressing mission. "Hey…are you okay? Your name is Hinata right?" a somewhat familiar voice asked. Hinata looked up, startled, and nodded. Harry beamed at her. "Um…are you hungry?" he asked hesitantly. She looked at the floor for a second then nodded. "Oh! Well I still have some bread. I saved it," he added, noticing her curious look. He grinned and pulled a loaf of bread, wrapped in a napkin, out of his backpack. "Here," he handed it to her. She refused to take it but he thrusted it into her hands.

"It's okay. So…why are you here?" he asked, sitting beside her on the staircase. Hinata momentarily stopped eating. Harry seemed to understand immediately. "So…Malfoy left you here?" he sighed as she nodded. "Well, that's him for you," Harry laughed sourly. Hinata nodded. "How about I bring you to your classes today?" Harry offered," Besides, you haven't remembered where they are all at have you?" Hinata shook her head. "I'd l-like that," Hinata smiled. Harry grinned and ruffled his messy hair.

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Draco ran a hand through his sleek blonde hair. "Stupid girl, where the hell is she?" he growled. His scowl deepened as he spotted a clump of blue hair and a clump of brown hair. "That better not be Potter," he snarled.

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