Hermione grimaced as she entered the Great Hall. The only teachers were Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. Never a good combination, either they were in trouble or… Well that was the only reason those two seemed to be together, to tell them off. She sighed, they hadn't even started classes yet.
"'Mione!" She grinned, she recognised the gruff yell of Ron coming from the Gryffindor table. She sat down next to Harry and opposite Ron. Harry pulled her into a massive hug and stroked the back of her head.
"Can't believe Dumbledore made you live with him", Ron scuffed shoving a chicken drumstick into his mouth and smacking the meat noisily.
"Ronald. Mouth shut please, it's disgusting. And how did you even get that, dinner's not for ages!" Ron tapped his nose grinning cheekily and carried on with his food. He didn't realise the chicken grease he had just spread over his nose and Harry and Hermione exchanged a look of mutual contempt.
"So how is living with Malfoy then?" Harry asked.
"Well it's only been a day, I don't have much to go on. I have the feeling it's going to get more difficult though. He seems to think everyone works for him here."
"Well tell him you don't." Ron said pointing the half eaten drumstick at hr and waving it around a little as he spoke. "Those 'pure bloods' need to get their heads out of their arses. I mean bloody hell, look at him!" Hermione and Harry turned around in time to watch Draco and friends burst into laughter.
"Thinking they're all great and stuff." Ron grunted.
"Such a way with words, almost like a poet", Harry grinned.
"Attention please", McGonagall waited until the room was quiet until she continued. "I would like to use this free time to inform you about exam regulations and the right way to study."
The talk was long, even Hermione admitted it. Professor Snape had a key part to play in McGonagall's talk which was keeping the students awake. He would patrol around the tables hitting anyone who had dropped off. Harry and Ron were hit at least a dozen times. When McGonagall concluded, the Great Hall started being flooded with other years.
"Dinner time already! How long was that witch talking?" Hermione could hear Draco moan from the other side of the room. She rolled her eyes but soon changed when looked down at the table which was now covered in food. She smiled happily and started to fill her plate. She noticed Ron was still asleep and before she could ask Harry whether they should wake him up, he shook his head.
"Wait till I fill my plate first I'm hungry!" Harry laughed, shovelling food onto his plate. He then nodded to Hermione and threw a bread roll at Ron.
"Oi!" Ron's anger soon vanished as he realised the table was now covered in food and instead focused his attention on eating. Harry rolled his eyes and turned to Hermione.
"Do you want to go for a walk later?" He half whispered. She grinned and nodded.
"Meet you at eleven outside yours", he smiled. She nodded. Finishing her food Hermione said goodbye to the boys and headed back to the common room.
He was starting to drift off on the sofa when he heard footsteps behind him. Keeping down, he slowly turned his head to see Granger walking past him and towards their door. He looked at his watch which read eleven. Surely that cannot be right, Granger sneaking out past curfew? It was unheard of. The portrait swung open and scarhead was standing there grinning like a buffoon. Hermione grabbed his arm.
"I'm so excited!" She whispered. "Are you sure no one's practising tonight?"
"The pitch closes at nine Hermione we're fine!"
The Quidditch field obviously. Is this what a Gryffindor date looked like? He scoffed. Peasants. Suddenly they disappeared and obviously it was Potter's invisibility device, whatever it was. He smirked, watching the Potter and Granger drama unfold would be a lot more interesting than staring at the fire all night. He decided to join them on their secret date and hurried to catch the time Draco had reached the field they were already there, so he sunk into the shadows and climbed up to the top of one of the stands to watch.
He was teaching her how to fly and she was awful. Her broom constantly slid out of her control and Potter would have to do a dive to catch the stupid girl. But he was smiling, laughing too. He frowned. How could he be so relaxed with her being so annoying? Draco would have left her to fall, she was useless. He watched her start to fly. It was from a distance but he could imagine her face all poised with that determined look she gets. She began to fly forward towards him and slowly took her hands off her broom and placed them on her head. After a couple of minutes flying handless she squealed in delight. Draco smirked and then instantly regretted it.
"Well done!" Potter yelled. Hermione smiled. Draco was taken aback. He had never seen her do that. Whenever it came to him her face was as stern as McGonagall's when someone forgets their charms homework, but this smile. It lit up her whole face, giving it a glow that took over her whole body. Her face was like a lamp in the dark mist of the Quidditch pitch and he was mesmerized. For a couple of minutes he simply stared at her, not taking in the conversation she was having with Potter or the little fist pump of triumph she did in delight. After a while he began to feel uncomfortably warm and so turned away. When he turned back she had her back towards him, trying again to fly straight. He relaxed and realised how tense he had been only a minute before. He needed to leave and so began to descend the stand.
"Malfoy!" He heard Potter yell. He froze and swivelled on his feet to face him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I… Well…" stuttered Draco, his face still red. He then realised who he was talking too and stood up straight. "Just thought I'd come and watch the show. Didn't expect Granger to be such a man eater. First Krum, the Weaslebee and now Potter? Who's next do tell, I do love a good soap."
"Piss off and get a life you slimy prick."
Draco smirked "Ta-ta peasants".
He couldn't stop it, a constant replay of her smiling. He could see nothing but it. He wanted to see it again. He needed to see it again. Draco opened his eyes and adjusted to the morning light. His bed was comfy and he didn't want to move. He just closed his eyes and thought about the last couple of days.
He had tried everything to see her smile again. Obviously she wasn't going to smile around him so he had to be tactical about it. He would sit closer to the trio in classes but this never worked because he was always either behind or in front of them, meaning he was unable to see her without making it obvious. Plus she never smiled in classes anyway, she was too focused for that apparently. He tried to watch her during lunch but her normal seat was with her back to him and Blaise questioned him nearly every time he stared for more than a couple of minutes. He even resorted to buying one of the stupid Weasel twins chinese dragon firework displays and setting it off anonymously to try and even get a giggle out of her. No success. She merely pouted because it ruined her potion.
"Who was that?" Snape snarled.
"Me. I'll leave. Detention tomorrow evening I know", Draco hurried out of the room leaving his confused peers behind him. He turned a corner and headed to the boys bathroom. Getting to the sink he splashed water onto his face and stared at his reflection. What looked back at him was a defeated man. He snarled at how pathetic he looked and slapped both of his cheeks hard, leaving a pinkish mark. He needed to snap out of this. She was a mudblood. A dirty mudblood. And he would not be defeated by her.
He shuddered at the thought of the last few day's attempts. Wanting to see a smile was not a sign of weakness. It definitely did not mean he was attracted to Granger. He just wanted to see her smile. That was normal, Draco reasoned. All wizards wanted to see witches smiling, that's why people made jokes. Sure, Grange was the first witch he wanted to see smile this badly but that was normal too. Did not mean anything and was not worth overthinking. At all.
He got up and stretched. Still in his boxers he wandered downstairs to get himself a drink. He noticed a lump on the sofa all curled up and realised it was Granger. A book was lying open on the floor and she was still in yesterday's school uniform. He rolled his eyes and went to his school bag to get his water. As he was about to climb his stairs he heard a weird purring. He looked around, expecting to see that ugly Crookshanks lurking about somewhere but he was no where to be seen. It took another purr for Draco to realise this noise was coming from Granger. He walked over to the sofa she was sleeping on and sat down a couple of feet away, afraid to get too close. He stared at her frowning for a couple of seconds before she smiled. Draco dropped his water and cursed, afraid she would wake up but she did not stir. The smile only later a couple of seconds before she took a heavy breath in and this time she moaned loudly.
Granger was having a sex dream. Draco smirked. He never thought she would think about this kind of thing, considering it was obvious she wasn't getting any with Weaselbee. She smiled again and Draco's thoughts stopped. He smiled back. mesmerized once again.
"Ron.." she purred. Draco frowned and stood up. After a minute of thinking in a frowned silence, he smirked. How do you fuck with a Granger? Mess with the one thing she trusts the most, her head.
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