Months passed by without seeing Malfoy, Hermione found it to be completely relaxing. The sight, the smell, even the mere presence of the spoiled blonde man made her sick. He was completely revolting.
Hermione walked up to her owl in the tower, she carried a note for Harry and Ginny in her hand. The last note that they sent informed her that Ginny was pregnant. A smile formed across her lips at the thought of it, "What's the smirk for Granger? Are you that happy to see me?"
Hermione's head snapped up and she saw Malfoy standing there sealing an envelope with the flick of his tongue he then handed it to his brown and white speckled owl. "It was genuine smile Malfoy, but then again you wouldn't know what that was if it hit you in the face." Her hands found her hips and she stood there glaring at him, what a pig.
She saw him roll his eyes, which in turn made her roll her eyes right back. "I do know what a 'genuine smile' is," Draco made the motion of quotes. "It happens every time I see you," he said it so smoothly Hermione almost didn't catch the little compliment. He sailed past her, but Hermione reached her arm hand out and grabbed his arm, lightly pulled him back to face her.
"Bloody hell Malfoy, what are you talking about? We hate each other."
"Why does it have to be like that?" His eyes were pleading and it took every ounce of Hermione's strength to not roll hers.
"You're joking right? Malfoy, you made my life a living hell. Half of the time I felt like killing you."
"Honestly, I wouldn't blame you if you did," he said with a chuckle.
"Stop Malfoy! Stop being sweet! This is when you are supposed to tell me to shut up and call me a Mudblood."
She expected him to roll his eyes then punch her, telling her to calm down, that this was all a big joke. But he didn't, he leaned in and kissed her. His tongue flicked her lips, just as she saw him do moments earlier, and she instantly felt jealous of that envelope.
Hermione's eyes widened and she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back away from her. He looked at her, his eyebrows rose up in question, "Wh-," he couldn't finish because her hand found his cheek, with a loud "slap!"
"How dare you Malfoy! You don't just get to kiss me! I hate you Malfoy, I hate you. What do you not understand?"
"Hermione…"
"No, you can't call me that. It's Granger to you and nothing else," and with that she stalked out of the tower leaving Malfoy standing there with his jaw dropped.
Draco stood there his hand ran through his white blonde hair and silently cursed to himself. He kissed her, Draco Malfoy kissed Hermione Granger. He didn't know what had come over him, but when she looked at him with her milk chocolate eyes he just melted inside. Then she touched him, goose bumps ran down his spine. Draco closed his icy blue eyes and thought of all the ways to now avoid Hermione.
But then he realized… he didn't want to avoid Granger. Not one bit. Draco opened his eyes and reached up to fix his tie, and then he walked down the stone stair case. Students loitered in the hallway, talking, passing hacky sacks, and whispering as he walked by. Draco had thought that by the first two months the gossip about him and his new job would be over, but it wasn't, and it was silly of Draco to think that it would be.
He made his way back to his dormitory and when he opened the door he saw his mother sitting on his bed folding his cloak. "Mum?"
A smile spread across her face and she stood up spreading her arms out, "Oh Draco, look at you!" She walked over and wrapped her arms around his tall frame. Draco chuckled and rubbed her back softly, "What are you doing here?"
"Well you didn't tell me you were a professor at Hogwarts Draco Malfoy. I heard the news through many people, when it finally came to me it was from a friend of your Aunt Bellitrix." Draco stepped back and sucked in a breath of air. "Exactly Draco, as you can imagine that didn't go over well, and it got a million times worse when she mentioned you were teaching Muggle Studies."
Draco ran his hand through his white blond hair and sighed, "Mum I know what I'm doing."
"I have no doubt that you do. I want you to know that you don't need to do this to make up for what your father and I did. We can handle it Draco." Her arm stretched up so her hand rested on his cheek softly.
Draco looked down, causing her hand to drop from his face. "I'm not doing this because of you, dad, Aunt Bellitrix, or anyone else. I'm doing this for me mum. Me. This is the first time in my life I got to make my own decision."
"Okay Draco I trust that you know what you are doing, but don't expect your father to be so understanding. Speaking of which, I must be going dear." She reached up and gave him another hug before disapparating.
Hermione walked into her first year class the next day and smiled as her students all said good morning to her. "Okay everyone I have a special class planned today." All of the young students perked up after hearing that, they all sat up straight look eager to see what would come next.
"I expect all of you know Harry Potter." A bunch of excited whispers broke out across the room. There were whispers about the hero that saved the whole wizarding world, and whispers from girls about the attractive, dreamy hero.
"Of course they know me Hermione. After all, my new claim to fame is being the best friend to Hogwarts' fantastic new potions master." The door in the back of the room slammed shut and Harry walked in with a carefree grin plastered on his face.
"Hello Harry," A grin formed on her lips and she gave him a hug when he finally reached her at the front of the classroom. All of the students sat at their desks with their jaws hanging open.
Harry turned to face the class and he spread his arms out wide, "Hello guys, are you ready to learn some awesome potions I learned from the best potions professor ever."
A hand rose and Harry pointed to him, "What's your questions sir?"
"Isn't Professor Granger the best potions Professor ever?"
Harry chuckled and gave Hermione a pat on my back. "Not yet."
The rest of the day passed quickly thanks to Harry. He taught the students potions tricks that he had learned when he had the Half Blood Prince's book. Before Hermione knew it, it was time to head to The Great Hall for dinner. She hoped to god that Harry would be seated between her and Malfoy, she didn't want to see him. He was a little weasel that shouldn't see the light of day.
When they reached the Great Hall, Hermione's smile faded as she noticed that Malfoy would still be sitting right next to her. She groaned and walked with Harry up to the large table facing the students.
Draco didn't even notice Harry, if he did he didn't say anything, he only stared at Hermione. "Is Malfoy staring at you?" Harry reached in to whisper in her ear.
"I have a lot to fill you in on." She walked to her seat, not meeting Draco's gaze.
"Potter is that you? What the bloody hell are you doing here? Don't you have a ginger girl to run home to?" Draco glared at the Harry's hand that rested lightly on Hermione's arm.
"Charming as ever Malfoy," Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione stifled a laugh. Hermione then turned her back on Draco and faced Harry. Harry leaned in to Hermione's ear, "Dear, I think Draco Malfoy has a little crush on you."
"A crush? That's rubbish Harry, everyone knows it," but even as the words escaped her mouth she knew she was lying to herself.