She flinched when somebody dropped down next to her in Potions – giving her an instant heart attack that is. When she looked to the side she didn't even try to muster surprise on her face. It was the only and unforgettable Draco Malfoy. Really, who else?
Nodding to him in greetings, she looked back to the end of the classroom – the other Slytherins lounging in the very back, and secluded from other students. No other Draco Malfoy beside them. Huh, eerie.
A tipsy Pansy Parkinson guffawed on a clearly pissed Blaise Zabini's shoulder who struggled not to fall under their table. Theodore Nott was nowhere to be seen – probably the only sensible one as he didn't risk being caught drunk in the middle of their first school day. And despite all that, here he was, Draco Malfoy who rather chose her company over his friends'.
There was definitely something going on.
Just when she opened her mouth to ask, the hard liquor's scent hit her head like a club, "Are you drunk too?" she hissed, her disapproving gaze drilling holes through his skull with its intensity, though he didn't seem to mind.
"Tsch...," he mumbled back, his tongue getting tangled even though he hadn't even said any real words, yet. "We had some frun yest— yerday..."
Her fingers squeezed around the quill. Oh, he had the gall!
"Frun that last until daybreak?" He nodded, his eyes dilated and unfocused. "Oh gosh, Malfoy, you're deputy Head! Do you plan on embarrassing us furthermore?"
He tilted his head to the side dumbly while his plain blonde brows knotted in thought, thick, blonde locks falling over his eyes, "Don't use words hard, Granger," he asked her with the eyes of an abandoned puppy.
Even though it was barely coherent, Hermione managed to understand his slurred speech – thanks to the consequences of being a Gryffindor she was kind of used to translating the drunkards' words into something understandable during the parties. She had just never thought she would use that skill of hers on outsiders like Malfoy.
"Why sitting in the first row then, Malfoy?" she questioned swiftly, looking at the clock. They had three minutes to chat before the lesson started.
She leaned back to their bench, dropping her hawk quill in exasperation and her eyes locked with his. She realized – they were even more beautiful now, they were shining like polished grey diamonds. Then came the shocking thought - she liked them.
"Got a bet with Zambi— bini goin' on. He thought I can't shurvive Sluggher," he tried to articulate but failed miserably, not that it would have disturbed him anyway. His gaze dropped down and he was unable to hold her stare hence his head fell forward. "Hey what ya' got 'ere, Grangers!" he smirked, his big hand tugging at the hem of her skirt, "You have tanra—lizing thighs."
She slapped his shameless fingers.
"If you do keep going on, you won't need Slughorn to lose that bet."
"Oh, got new tattoo 'ere!" he enthused, ignoring her words as he was a way too focused on her legs. He managed to get their whole class' attention.
Not that they weren't looking beforehand, per say – they just threw caution to the midair and openly stared at the weird pair in the front row by now.
"Show me!" he demanded and his fingers were back, tugging and doing the finger-man, stalking up and down on the top of her skin, rolling up her skirt as more of the ink became visible.
She shivered from the unfamiliar sense – it was new and enticing, even though she was afraid to confess it to herself.
"Scorpius now?" he asked with squinting eyes while intensively studying the pattern.
Hermione nodded, extremely embarrassed as she slipped away from him, to the other edge of the bench, her right thigh barely on the wood. She needed to keep her distance!
However her efforts meant little as somehow Malfoy was – yet again! – straight next to her at the end of the lesson, undisturbed and delusional, lounging comfortably in his drunken stupor.
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