Yay! I'm continuing it! I've got the last chapter almost completely written up. This would have been posted yesterday, but my internet died.
"Smooth move Malfoy." Draco mumbled to himself as he watch Hermione angrily storm off. "You've made Granger mad at you again." He turned back to the table and noticed that Hermione had forgotten to pick up her scrolls of parchment. "What's this?" He picked up and examined the pile. "Oh, it's her homework. I should get this back to her." Draco left the library and climbed the ungodly amount of stairs it took to reach the Gryffindor common room. He waited around the corner from the Fat Lady, out of sight of the people coming in and out of the common room. "How in Salazar's name am I supposed to bring this to Granger? I can't just waltz in there and hand her the homework back."
Soon there was a lull in the flow of traffic and the doorway was clear. Draco quickly dropped the parchment at the portrait's base and ran back to his hiding spot to wait for someone to come and collect Granger's homework. Soon enough a familiar Gryffindor picked them up. "What's this doing on the floor?" He looked at the name carefully written at the top of each page. "I can't believe Hermione would drop her homework like that." Draco smiled, while he wasn't a fan of Longbottom, Draco knew that he would give her homework back to her in one piece.
With his job done Draco left Gryffindor Tower and went to the library to finish the work he was doing before his Gryffindor caught his eye. After he had sloughed through his homework, which wasn't as much fun when he couldn't look over at Granger, he returned to his room for bed.
The next morning Draco could see the Golden Trio having a conversation about what Draco assumed was her homework, well Granger was talking to Potter while Weasel stuffed his idiotic gob. "Draco, if you're going to stare can you at least pretend to glare at them." Blaise said with a grin as he nudged Draco in the ribs.
"Knock off Zabini. I was just thinking." Draco said as he glared down at his breakfast plate.
"Just thinking about the Mudblood." Blaise said with a snicker.
Pansy screwed up her face in disgust. "Why someone would be thinking about her is beyond me. She's just the swotty Gryffindor Princess."
Blaise laughed and wagged his eyebrows at the group. "Well I can't say I haven't thought about if she'd be any good in the sack."
Pansy let out an obnoxious groan. "How gross! She's such a prude and she's probably still a virgin."
Draco used all of his self-control to not yell at his friends. How dare they talk about his Gryffindor like that! Draco's gaze drifted back over to the Golden Trio and he watched in disgust when Weasel spewed food out of his mouth when he finally decided to join in on Granger and Potter's discussion.
Granger's eyes wandered over to the Slytherin table as she wiped food off of her robes. Their gazes locked for a second before she blushed and her robes suddenly became very interesting. Potter noticed her sudden movement and looked over in confusion.
When he spotted Draco he glared and Draco returned his glare with the full force of the Slytherin table shooting him dirty looks as well. "Well looks like Potter's got a stick up his ass this morning, as usual." Blaise said with a snort.
Draco laughed half-heartedly at the joke before mumbling about having to finish an essay for class. Blaise and Pansy were the only ones who noticed him leaving; Pansy with a giggle and a wave goodbye and Blaise with a confused nod, he was aware Draco stayed late last night in the library to complete all his homework.
Draco went to the Come and Go Room. He was about to leave when the door materialized and he opened with a huff. "Thank Merlin this ruddy room-what the bloody hell is this?" The room looked normal enough, with a grouping of chairs and fireplace in one corner, but Draco's eyes were drawn to the bed on the other side.
"Thanks room, but I sure as hell don't need that right now. I do plan on going back to my room tonight." He sat down on one of the chairs and thought about this morning. "Being that bloody possessive over Granger is ridiculous! I mean just because she's smart, kind, and pretty- bloody fucking hell this is bad."
Draco paled. "I can't like Granger! She's a Mudblood!" He flinched slightly at the phrase. "The stupid part is, if she was a pureblood everyone would be thrilled that I liked her, hell my parents would have tried to get us arranged to be married before our diplomas dried."
Draco stood up and warmed his hands by the fire place. "Well I need do a better job than I'm doing now about not looking like I like Granger because Zabini caught me not glaring at their table." Draco said to himself as he nodded his head and walked towards the door.
He froze momentarily as the doorknob turned ever-so-slowly before he jumped behind a chair just in time for the last person he wanted to see, enter the room. "Fuck." Draco whispered in panic when he realized that she was not alone.