The Littlest Things DxH

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Author's Note – So, do you guys like the story? I hope so. I appreciate whoever is reading this story; it gives me confidence that people actually want to read what I write. Thank you! Thank you especially to ChasingStarlight, who gave me my first review :).

Prologue:

Hello, fellow readers. I'm quite sure that you know who I am by now. If not, I'm the narrator. (But I have absolute faith that you already knew that.) Well, it looks like we found out whether Draco truly likes Hermione or not. (He doesn't, but I have absolute faith that you knew that too.) I wonder what this bet could be. Draco did seem a bit jumpy about it, hmm? I thought Malfoys didn't get jumpy. Well, whatever. I'm sure we all, me included, want to see what clever Draco will do next.

Ch. 4:

Hermione returned to the cabin where her friends were waiting. What got into me back there?

"Hey, Hermione, how did the meeting go?" said Harry. Then he saw her face. His own frowned. "Hermione, what is the matter? You look flustered."

"Oh, I'm okay considering the fact that Malfoy is Head Boy." There. The bomb. She looked around the cabin. Looks like it blew everyone's mind, no pun intended.

"WHAT??? Are you serious, Herms?" replied Ron. He looked like he was going to blow his red head right off.

"Unfortunately, I am." Hermione sighed. She put her head in her hands and stared at the nicely polished cabin floor. "This is not turning out the way I wanted it to. Not even close."

"Whatever happens, Hermione, we both are here for you. That's a promise," said Ron. Harry vigorously nodded his agreement. Thank God I have them. I would have been halfway to St. Mungo's by now if they weren't here.

"Thanks, you two," she said. "Right now I need to rest. Those prefects were more like infants." Harry and Ron smiled: Hermione was back to normal.

Should I have told them about Draco's not-so-subtle hitting on me? No, they would freak out and threaten to mutilate him. The last thing I need is the murder of the Head Boy over my head on my first day. She continued debating with herself. If Draco tries anything else, I'll be ready. I'm pretty good at his game, much to his chagrin. She smiled. He really didn't know what hit him back there.

As Hermione was dozing off in the cabin, Draco was pacing back and forth in his own. His thoughts were flying helter-skelter after his encounter with Hermione. He still did not know what to make of it. How did Granger cause me to freeze up like that? That never happens to me. Ever. Little priss. I'll get her for that. She'll rue the day she ever stood up to the Slytherin Prince.

He looked down at the floor as though his eyes were going to spurt lasers and cut out part of the cabin floor. He probably already wore the floor down with his incessant pacing. He sat down on the cushioned seat. This whole thing was getting out of hand. If Granger can throw me off that fast that soon, I'm going to have to rethink my game plan.

Hermione woke up. She felt that the train was not moving anymore, so she figured that they were at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron were standing up and stretching. "Sorry about that, guys, I didn't mean to sleep." Hermione felt embarrassed that her first meeting with the prefects tired her out that much.

"It's okay, Herms," said Ron. "Handling all those infants must have been tough."

Hermione blushed, but then she laughed. "Thanks for understanding, guys."

"No problem, Hermione," said Harry. "Now let's get going before we miss the Sorting Ceremony!" Hermione nodded. No way was she missing that. They got off the train and headed for the thestral carriages. As Hermione descended from the carriage, she caught a glimpse of platinum blonde hair in the crowd. Whoa, Hermione, since when were you on the lookout for Malfoy? Get a grip. Forget about the whole thing; it was probably a fluke. Somehow she couldn't convince herself completely.

Malfoy knew where Hermione was. He planned on intercepting her before she got to the Great Hall. She won't know what hit her. No way am I letting her win round two. This time it's my turn to make her squirm.

Hermione entered the two huge front doors and said goodbye to Harry and Ron. She had to go get ready for the Sorting Ceremony since Dumbledore would call both her and Malfoy up. She didn't want to look like she had just slept in a train car, which she had just done.

She had just reached the girls' bathroom where Moaning Myrtle roamed. As she put her hand on the door handle, another hand covered it. Before she could scream, another strong hand clamped down on her mouth. She was whipped into the girls' bathroom before she even processed what was going on. What the hell!? Who the hell is attacking me? Oh man, he or she is in for one mean Bat-Bogey hex.

"What the-" Hermione yelped as she was roughly released. She looked back at her attacker only to see that infamous smirk she knew and hated so well. "Malfoy, fancy seeing you in a girls' bathroom."

In a flash Hermione was up against the wall, Malfoy's body pressing against hers and his hands on either side on the wall. I'm not going to even THINK about how awkward and uncomfortable this is. Okay, Hermione, you're the brightest witch of your age, calm down. You can curse Malfoy so silly he won't be to sit for a week without wincing. Calm down, calm down, CALM DOWN!

Malfoy smirked again. Oh, how I want to wipe that smirk off his face. "Granger, fancy seeing you here as well."

"Well, duh, I am a girl and I was in the need of a bathroom, so obviously I came to use the GIRLS' BATHROOM," Hermione deadpanned. Gee, sarcasm was not lost on this girl. Alright, Malfoy, let her have it. He pushed his body into Hermione, making her feel more uncomfortable and inadvertently giving her stomach butterflies. Hey, why am I getting stomach butterflies from Malfoy? Stomach, I would greatly appreciate it if you would stop now.

"I don't appreciate how you embarrassed me during our last conversation," Malfoy began. Hermione smirked; she was glad he hadn't forgotten how she totally whupped his butt. I totally whupped your sorry butt, Malfoy.

"I don't think I would have appreciated having my butt whupped by a girl either," Hermione said. Oops, wrong thing to say. Malfoy looked at her with venom. If looks could kill, I would have been dead two seconds ago. Draco suddenly pulled her face to within a centimeter of hers.

"You're quite right, Granger. I didn't appreciate it." Draco's voice dropped dangerously. "I didn't appreciate it at all."

Author's PS – Cliffhanger! Sorry, readers. You'll find out what happens soon enough. Reviews and constructive criticism welcomed.