Expect the Unexpected

A/N: Thanks soooo much for your reviews and encourgement. I'm really tired today, I just came home from watching Hide and Seek then I remembered I needed to update my story and was on the computer for like hours, correcting and editing. Now, here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like it. Oh and I would love to respond to each of your comments but seeing that it is four something in the morning, I'm suprised what I'm writing makes sense. I will give my shout outs on the next chapter. Until then, have fun reading and reveiw!

Chapter 3

…Hermione…

Sometimes I wish that I had a lock in my room. Some people just didn't get the idea that a closed door meant 'don't walk in'! Luckily I was in my sleeping state; meaning I couldn't snap at the person who slammed my door wide open and entered my room. Since my blanket covered my entire body length, I didn't know who it was either.

"Hermione get up; you're going to be late!" A high pitch voice echoed. The voice was very familiar but I couldn't put two and two together so I moved my head away from the direction of the voice and gave a loud and inappropriate groan.

I tried to remember why I was so sleepy; something that isn't me. I usually am the first to get up. But this state of tiredness was something new and something I could get use to. I loved just lying on my bed and not wanting to get up.

"Hermione!" That same voice interrupted my thoughts and I remembered exactly who it was. Damn it! I want to snuggle up in my bed! Can't anyone leave me in peace!

"Not now Gin." I muttered and closed my eyes again, feeling myself getting drowsed into another dreamless sleep. But suddenly I felt Ginny shaking my shoulders from side to side and waking me out of my trance. I gave out another groan. Why was Ginny shaking me like this?

Oh…

Its time to get up! What the hell was I thinking sleeping in like this? Have I gone absolutely insane! As I tried to get out of bed, Ginny angrily pulled my covers and placed both her hands on her hips. "Hermione, do you have any idea what time it is!"

Unfortunately, I do. But before I was allowed to say something slick and rude because that's exactly how I felt at the moment she beat me to it, "What in the world happened to you?" She asked worriedly. I glanced at her slightly. Her eyes were wide and curious as they studied me from head to toe. But I didn't know what she was talking about. Plus every moment we talk is a moment wasted. I couldn't afford that right now. I got up, stretched my arms and walked out of the room with Ginny on my tail.

"Are you okay, Herms?" Ginny asked. I really do hate that name. Has anyone ever asked what I think of being called 'Herms'? The answer to that is no. Everyone automatically assumes it's a cute name and all that word reminds me of is hermit…which I am never planning to become. But as for the fact that Ginny cares about my well being, something must be seriously up.

"I'm fine…" I said unsurely and closed the bathroom door behind me after Ginny gave me a little shrug and left. I moved over to the sink counter to grab my toothbrush. I haven't even had the chance to look for the toothpaste when I noticed the reflection staring back at me. I stepped back from the counter and let out a gasp. The mirror image looked absolutely terrifying. I touched my tangled-beyond-help hair as I moved forward. I never slept with my hair out, for disasters such as this. But then why did it look like this. Why haven't I tied my hair back last night? What…

Oh God…

"Oh no..." I said as I remembered and my fingers came to contact with my lips.

Draco Malfoy had kissed me last night!

This was the reason why I hadn't slept peacefully last night. This was the reason why I had forgotten to tie my hair in a bun. This is the reason why I will be late! In attempt to not allow that to happen, I put the kiss in the back of my mind as I rushed myself to get ready all the while cursing like a lunatic.

For a girl, I had done a miraculous recovery in fifteen minutes. I wet my hair, added gel and tied it in a bun to keep it that way. I then dashed out of the bathroom and into my large bedroom. I pulled out my uniform and rushed it on. Not aware that some shirt buttons were not done and my tie was missing. I also hadn't realized that my knee high socks were inside out. Honestly, who would notice those things when you're in a bloody hurry!

I grabbed my school bag and my Gryfindor cloak then ran down the steps to the Portrait hole. I accidentally toppled a few students along the way to the Great Hall but I had no time to apologize. I needed to grab a bite to eat before I headed to class. With thoughts drumming in my mind telling me to run faster, I unintentionally collided with Harry right outside the Great Hall doors. He looked at me like he didn't know who I was anymore and said, "Whoa! Where have you been? Breakfast is almost done."

I had no time to give him an explanation. I needed to get to the meal before it disappeared. I rushed past him and dashed towards the long Gryfindor tables. Most of the students had left and the ones who were still lingering were getting ready to leave. Since I haven't eaten my dinner last night, I was starving. So in a desperate attempt to grab anything on the Gryffindor table I literally jumped on it.

But quickly with the snap of the Head Master's fingers, everything disappeared at that precise moment. All that hard effort went down the drain. I was going to starve! I needed nutrition to keep me in balance!

"No, no, no!" I stomped like a child who didn't get what they wanted for their birthday. I noticed that everyone was practically watching me go crazy but it didn't change the fact that I will be hungry for the rest of the morning. The bell suddenly rang reminding me classes just began. Damn it! Was there anything that was going right for me today?

I walked out of the Great Hall and along the way to class I decided to just stick this growling stomach out. It wasn't like I had a choice anyways. I sadly moved through the crowded corridors and out the back of the school when two students walked over to me while I was looking down at the ground.

"Hermione, did you get what you almost killed me for?" Harry asked jokingly. I looked up, about to answer him, when bright red hair caught my eyes. Ron just happened to be walking along side Harry and I knew that this was absolutely inevitable. It was going to happen eventually but I didn't think I would have to deal with it so soon. But what can I do? Tell Harry to stop speaking to him? I didn't think Harry would happily agree to that and plus it wasn't like we were enemies or anything. I could just suck it up and be friendly. Make it look like the very thought of him couldn't faze me.

"No, I didn't." I answered, after a minute of lingering my eyes on Ron. His face though showed a great deal of sadness, but he tried to hide it. The most emotional person of the three of us was trying his best not to look angry, sad, or even disappointed. He gave a straight face; it made me momentarily shake my head. I knew Ron too well, I just wish he could let it all out and tell me exactly what his problem was. Unfortunately, I couldn't ask him that. I needed to look absolutely normal. Like my boyfriend didn't break up with me and acting like we never dated. Like nothing in the world was wrong.

The three of us walked over to the Green House for our first class, Herbology. I absent mindedly touched my bag and realized how light it was. That's when I came to a realization. In the hurry to get to breakfast and class, I forgot about my Herbology text book.

"Oh no..." I sighed. Harry looked over at me, curiously.

"What?" He asked.

"I forgot my text book."

…Draco…

As I noticed the stupid mudblood rushing over to the Gryffindor table at breakfast, last night's events came crawling back into my mind. I tried to not put much thought into it since I've kissed girls loads of times but for some strange reason Granger's kiss was still embedded on my lips. There was an intriguing idea, the fact that I was able to kiss something as forbidden as her. And that carried on in my mind as I walked out of the school towards the worse class next to Care Of Magical Creatures.

But thinking about such things was a waste of time, since I only did it for the fun of it and to annoy her…oh and to get a reaction…oh and to see her squirm under my influence…oh and to see her confused…oh and…you get the idea.

Funny how the moment I was thinking about her lips, I see her standing at the bottom of the small muddy hill with her groupies. Instantaneously, my interest in her faded as I caught her last words.

"I forgot my text book." She whined. I wasn't one to analyze her sudden forgetfulness for a book considering she is a Bookworm but it sounded strange coming out of her mouth. Why had she forgotten her lousy book? Was she just weird out by the kiss that she just so happened to forget things? Was that why she was late for breakfast? Had I caused her the tiredness she possessed with every step?

If yes to all then I did a grand job.

So with a smirk across my face, I walked over to them with Crabbe and Goyle on either of my side. "The know-it-all Granger forgot a text book! Call the emergency, she must be going insane!" Both Crabbe and Goyle laughed like the idiots they are and I couldn't help but give that evil grin. I kept my eyes on her and only her. Indicating that I, too, know why she forgot her book. And she returned one of her man-slaughtering looks. If her looks could kill, I think I would have died a thousand deaths. Imagine, her killing? I mentally laughed at my bizarre imagination.

But slowly her glare faded, replacing one that was dazed. She stared towards my direction but not at me. It was like she was looking right through me. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Why was her face plastered like she seen a ghost? Whatever the case was, Granger quickly came back to her senses and walked over to me.

Oh shit…

What was she planning on doing? I stood there as though I wasn't unnerved and all she did was gave me a hard push while brushing past me. Stupid mudblood. I turned around to watch her walk up the small hill. And amusingly, she was having a hard time considering the slippery mud against the snow-wet grass. But no matter how hard she tried to balance herself, she tumbled down the hill.

All muddy.

The mudblood was all muddy. How ironic. Her face stifled with embarrassment and she out did Weasel's redness. The students who had entered the Green house came out to see Granger's accident. Everyone, it seemed, found it hilarious. Their laughter's died out eventually when Potty decided to grace the scene with his presences. He picked her up and started speaking to her quietly.

While all of this was occurring, I couldn't help but notice the Weasel. He didn't participate in foundling Granger like Potter was. And I know foundling when I see one. Mud wasn't dust that could be wiped off, so that didn't explain why he was touching Granger in that way. However, Weasley just stood there watching his precious mudblood but not doing anything to help her. I wonder what the reason may be. Were the two fighting?

Ha!

Who cares anyhow! Granger decides to give me one last look before she departs to clean herself up. I would have given her something to squirm about like winking at her but I decided against it. Besides, I will have her soon enough.

She will be mine. After I claim her and fuck her till she can't stand any more of it. This is sadly my golden plan and it's not because I want to separate the trio or to get something against her. Although the thought seems tempting, it was just the idea of her being illicit that appealed to me more.

She is a perfect candidate.

I found myself standing near the end of the long table where most of the Slytherins stood together. We faced against the Gryffindors who were across from us and the only thing I could do to block out the annoying professor's high squeaks was to glare at the weak little Gryffindors.

But after a minute, my mind started to wonder and my eyes fell on the Slytherin students. My eyes slowly landed on the one person I despised at the moment more then the golden trio.

Pansy giggled and tossed her wavy black hair as she listened to Blaise, who whispered words to her. She stood so intimately close to him; I'm surprised she had enough space to move her hands around the table.

I was completely disgusted watching those two that I momentarily looked away. But her little giggles had me looking back at her immediately. Something in my body began to heat up and just the sight of her with him made me snap. I was well aware that I couldn't run over there, slap her bitchy face and tell her to keep her dirty little hands to herself. I knew that would have been a bit out of line and besides that, she was no longer my girlfriend.

Thank Merlin.

Just to release my spur of the moment hatred for her I slapped my hand down on the table nearly knocking down the plant in front of me. Everyone heard it. Every eye was on me in a snap, including her. I gave a menacing look at Pansy to show her that it was meant for her, that the table should have, could have, and would have been her pug face. And she returned an intimidated one. I despised her so much that I plan to do something about that.

Somehow.

"Is something the matter, Mr. Malfoy?" The professor inquired. I shifted my gaze at the professor and shook my head. The professor gave a little downcast look and turned back to her teaching. But I didn't give a crap how she looked at me. I was too busy thinking every awful thing I could do to Pansy.

Kill her: too simple.

Attack her: too cowardly.

Threaten her: too weak.

Sabotage her things: too much work.

Spread rumors: too girly.

Damn, isn't there anything that I can do that would look good on my end? But what could get her crying in pain at the same time begging me back on her knees? Not that I ever wanted a whore like her back into my arms. I still wanted to see it happen. And in order for something like that to happen, I still needed an idea. I pondered about it as I sat through the rest of the class and on the way out.

Giving so much thought to something so little was beneath me but revenge wasn't. But I felt odd about the whole situation none the less. I didn't know why I was beginning to feel useless, jealous and angry because it was something I wanted only her to feel. I wanted her to feel my pain and my humiliation for doing that to me.

As I walked off to my next class Arithmacy with the Ravenclaw students, well-known unattainable hair caught the corner of my eye. I looked back and observed an angry Head girl who was so deep into her thoughts that she didn't notice she had walked by me and my Slytherin friends. Her determination to get to class made me smirk inwardly. Granger was probably killing herself because she missed a stupid class. And just the moment I shook my head, something hit me in the back of my head like a buldger.

Granger!

She was the answer to my problem. All I had to do was get her to agree and I can pull off a stunt leaving me with advantages. I already made the first move, the rest should be easy. Why hadn't I thought about it before? It was right in my face the entire time!