Hermione leapt out of bed at Malfoy's scream in her head.
She figured that if Pansy was going to attack Malfoy all night, then there was absolutely no way she would be able to get the sleep she so desperately needed. There was, therefore, only one course of action, and that was to stop the Slytherin girl herself.
She practically dashed out of the Gryffindor common room in her haste to stop Malfoy from bothering her, and only when she skidded to a stop outside the Slytherin dungeons did she realize she had no idea what their password was.
And, it was just Hermione's luck that at that particular moment, a lost first year finally found his common room and came stumbling toward her.
"What's the password?" she demanded without thinking. She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to take away points for breaking curfew, but there were more important things on her mind at the moment.
The first year boy gave her a suspicious look. "Why should I tell you?" he asked, arrogantly, and his eyes widened as he recognized her. "I know who you are! You're that Gryffindor know-it-all!"
Hermione sighed. "Listen, I have urgent business with the Head Boy," she said urgently, "Mal - er, Draco Malfoy. I'm the Head Girl, if you didn't know."
It was probably a stupid thing to say, because the first year snorted. "Of course I know who you are! Practically every Slytherin knows! You're the one who's always giving Draco trouble!"
More like it's the other way around, thought Hermione, but she didn't dare say it out loud in case it made things worse than it already was. "Er, well, can you tell me the password? I really have to ask him something," she said.
He glared at her. "How about...no?"
Typical Slytherin.
"Come on!" she begged, becoming more and more desperate by the second. She was losing sleep, and it was all Malfoy and Pansy's fault! "If you don't, I'll - I'll - take away twenty points for disobeying the Head Girl!"
Didn't know you had it in you to threaten first years, Granger, Malfoy drawled in her head.
Wait a minute. She had completely forgotten about Malfoy! Since he was in her head, and he obviously knew what the Slytherin password was, he could tell her!
How about...no? Malfoy echoed the first year's words. Hermione groaned inwardly.
"Well," Hermione said to the boy triumphantly as a lightbulb went ding! in her head, "If you won't tell me, I'll just wait here until you enter the room, and then I'll follow you in! So it's either that, or we'll both wait out here for the rest of the night!"
What's a lightbulb, Granger?
Of course you wouldn't know! It's a Muggle lighting device - hey, now isn't the time for that! Hermione grinned at the look of horror that was slowly dawning on the first year boy's face as he realized that she was right.
You do realize how un-Gryffindor that was, Granger?
Oh, shut up, Malfoy! Who's doing the rescuing here, huh? Quit complaining and just let the rescuer rescue the rescuee!
I never asked to be rescued, you know!
"Oh, fine," the first year agreed, extremely reluctantly, and he hissed the password to the door-knocker so Hermione wouldn't overhear. She didn't even wait for him before she hurried into the Slytherin common room.
So this is what it looks like! Back in second year, it was Harry and Ron who had came in here to interrogate Malfoy while Hermione had been stuck in the Hospital Wing.
What! No wonder Crabbe and Goyle were acting weird!
Uh-huh, Hermione mumbled, trying to figure out which side led to the boys' dormitory. She watched as the first year boy slinked off to the left, and deciding that that must be the way, followed him.
"DRACO MALFOY!" she screamed to nobody in particular as she marched up the stairs and flung the door open. The first year scampered away, leaving her to take in the scene in front of her.
Draco was half-sitting, half-lying on his bed. He was shirtless.
For a moment, Hermione could only stare at his chest. It had muscles in all the right places from too much Quidditch - NO! HERMIONE, STOP! NOW! No doubt her face was heating up by the second, and the smirk he was giving her clearly said that he knew exactly what she had been thinking.
Hermione shook her head quickly and slapped her cheeks to stop herself from daydreaming. She had a more serious matter at hand, which involved a certain Pansy Parkinson making advances on Malfoy -
Hold on.
Pansy was nowhere to be found.
Draco burst out laughing at the stunned look on Hermione's face as she finally fit the pieces together. Malfoy...why...you! Don't tell me you did that on purpose!
"What's so funny, mate? I'm trying to sleep here," Blaise grumbled from the bed next to Draco's. "Merlin's pants! What's Granger doing here?" he yelled loudly as he spotted Hermione by the door.
Hermione was dying from embarrassment. She couldn't believe him, making her come all this way just for nothing! In a fit of rage, she let out a scream and lunged herself right at Malfoy.
This, of course, didn't turn out as well as she had hoped. She tried to hit him in the shoulder, but just then another figure entered the doorway.
Snape coughed loudly as he saw the scene in front of him. "As much as you like Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, I will not accept this sort of behavior from the Head Boy and Girl!"
"It's not what it looks like!" Hermione and Draco protested at the same time, which just made it even more suspicious.
Snape clearly didn't believe them.
"Granger woke me up, Professor," Blaise complained.
"She bullied me just to get the password, Professor!" the first year piped up, who had came over to see what the commotion was about.
"She almost killed me, Professor!" Draco added so he wouldn't be missing out.
Hermione pointed a finger accusingly at Draco. They were all putting the blame on her! "He threw me at Ron in Transfiguration, Professor! I had Transfigured myself into a rock, which he used to hit Ron with! It was awful!"
"Is this true, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape asked, turning to stare at Draco.
It was so worth it, though, Draco mused in Hermione's mind. She glared at him.
"Well," Snape said with a sigh, "since you're begging for it, I'm afraid I will have to give Mr. Malfoy a detention. He will be joining you, Miss Granger, on Saturday morning in my office."
Draco's eyes widened as he suddenly realized something. "No, Professor! The Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch game is that afternoon, not to mention I'm both Captain and Seeker!"
Quidditch, shmidditch, Hermione thought, what's with boys and Quidditch? Ugh!
What are you talking about, Granger? Have you even been to a Quidditch game? Quidditch is the best thing ever!
Well...of course I have! I cheer on Harry and Ron all the time! Hermione defended herself.
Snape interrupted their little argument with another cough. "Well, I suggest you work quickly then, Draco, so you can finish before the game." Of course Snape remembered the game. He obviously didn't want his own House to loose!
Draco nodded to show that he had heard Snape.
"And, Miss Granger, kindly return to your own dormitory before I have to assign you another detention," Snape warned as he swept out of their room, making Hermione blush furiously.
"Look what she did, Blaise! She landed me in detention!" Draco said to the other Slytherin as soon as Snape had left. "This is all her fault!"
"I feel sorry for you, mate," Blaise agreed with a dramatic sigh, and then his eyes suddenly lit up evilly. "Why don't we make her watch the game on Saturday as payback?"
"Y-You wouldn't!" Hermione said, backing slowly to the door. She didn't like where this was going.
Draco smirked at her before turning to Blaise. "Oh yes we would," he drawled slowly. He wasn't speaking directly to her, so the silence spell Dumbledore had bestowed upon them wouldn't affect their conversation.
"Not to mention that you woke me up just when I was having this superb dream," Blaise added wistfully. "You'll be there on Saturday, Granger, or else..."
He didn't complete the sentence, but Hermione had a feeling she knew what would happen. Something really, really, really bad. Something only Slytherins would think of...
"You...you...you snakes!" Hermione blurted out, unable to think of a witty enough comeback.
Draco and Blaise exchanged a satisfied grin, knowing that they had her. "Well, you're the lion in a den of snakes," Blaise said with a shrug, "what else did you expect? Well, I suppose I'll go back to sleep, so kindly return to your own dormitory before I have to assign you another detention," he mocked Snape's earlier words.
Hermione glowered at them heatedly. Oh, she was not going to forgive them so easily, especially Malfoy for rudely interrupting her own sleep! "Just you two wait," she threatened.
"Was that supposed to sound scary?" Draco asked Blaise.
"To a Hufflepuff, maybe," Blaise replied, and the two burst out laughing at that.
"Ohh," Hermione huffed, and turned to stalk out of the room.
Before she could get very far, however, she heard Malfoy's voice call out, "And by the way, Granger...nice pajamas!"
They were so going to be dead.
A/n: Due to popular demand, this story will continue!
I solemnly swear that I will complete this story before working on anything else! but only if it's interesting enough to continue - so please review? I noticed that I have been getting less reviews each chapter, which to me means that you're not as interested as before. But if you want me to continue, leave a review!
Also, I need ideas for an upcoming chapter! I won't tell you the details, but it has something to do with Draco 'torturing' Harry. If anyone has ideas on ways he could make Harry suffer, let me know with a review? I would be forever grateful!
