Warnings: Mildly rude language :P
A/N: Hey everyone! Just want to say thank you to those who added this story on their Alert list! I'm really happy :)
Just wanted to remind everyone of the Hogwarts grading system!
Summary: Hermione finds that her roommate's boyfriend is none other than Draco Malfoy. He stays for a few nights only making things worse for Hermione who notices that soon she feels hippogrifs flying around in her stomach whenever she's around him. Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter : i never did. oh but i do own Grace x)
O = Outstanding
E = Exceeds Expectations
A = Acceptable
P = Poor
D = Dreadful
T = Troll
As expected of an organized O student, Hermione was up and about at six in the morning when everyone else was fast asleep. She took this advantage to hop across the room in her usual oversized t-shirt pyjamas, hopefully unnoticed. See, Hermione had her methodical ways of waking up to an ordinary morning. Coffee, toast, and book, teeth, face then shower, clothes, chapstick then off to find work. Hermione's money stash was slowly disappearing and jobs were her main priorities right now.
Sadly, this was no ordinary morning as her enemy was sleeping on her sofa, let alone in her house. But no, she wasn't going to let Draco Malfoy ruin her daily routine. Her steps across the living room were on mute today, tiptoeing cautiously and eager not to wake the dragon. Before she knew it, she was in the kitchen in front of her coffee machine and toaster with the dragon undisturbed.
"Morning," Said a husky voice. Hermione shut her eyes tight and spun on her toes she had been tiptoeing on, and then opened them to lock eyes with the familiar grey orbs. That was when her victory began crumbling to the ground in front of her. His platinum hair was damp with water, and a towel hung casually across his waist.
Hermione's eyes clamped back shut again when she realised he was half naked. Rapidly, she turned around and pretended to get busy making coffee and toast, as if it needed so much work.
"Don't I disserve a reply Granger?" He asked as he peered into the fridge.
"I didn't hear the water running. Why are you awake? When did you shower?"
Draco carefully observed a tub of yogurt, "I woke up early and took a shower."
Peering in the corner of her eye, she could see those fantastic abs flexing as he moved around. Oh God. He looked like he had been carved out by a famous Greek sculptor.
"You can look but you can't touch." He said slyly, with a clever smirk playing against his face.
Hermione smacked the mug of coffee on the counter, "I was not looking at you! God, you're so self-absorbed."
Draco chuckled, "So I suppose there will be no more hiding in laundry rooms to look at my goods then?" He edged closer to Hermione, who was dumping teaspoons of sugar frantically into her mug and he then snaked an arm between her arm and waist and leaned on his palm against the counter. He then whispered sharply into her left ear, "Like I said, you can look, but you can't touch."
A shiver swooped down her spine and she turned around to face him, later realising how big of a mistake it was. Both of his arms were blocking her from any means of escape.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Taking what should be mine." He answered without hesitation. Hermione's thoughts were all over the place and she struggled to put them back in order.
His hands grabbed the mug of coffee behind Hermione and he took a large gulp out of it.
"Thanks for the coffee, Mudblood." He chuckled and walked away.
"You're calling me a Mudblood after screwing that cheap muggle?" Hermione shouted after him, without obtaining an answer. She felt tears forming in her eyes. It was stupid, she knew so herself, that she thought the Slytherin prince was going to kiss her. Did she want him to?
After walking Tina back home and many failed attempts at finding a job, Hermione returned to an empty apartment. Draco and Grace were probably having fun elsewhere.
Throwing herself on the couch, she let out a deep sigh. Grace's insulting words kept flashing through her mind. Why was she single? Why so alone?
Was she not going out enough, not exposing herself to possibly fantastic gentlemen out there?
Hermione paused, and then suddenly stood up. This restaurant Grace was talking about; this is the ultimate hide out of fantastic men. She was going to find herself one of those starting from today.
As if time was running out, Hermione flung herself towards Grace's room in search of some clues as to where this club might be. And as if God couldn't send her signals any more obvious, a picture of Grace with a group of seemingly drunken friends was tucked neatly between a stack of magazines. Grace as usual, wore her revealing clothes, flesh exposed and all, and a few of the men looked suspiciously familiar. Right above the group of people was a sign, 'Favourites'.
It didn't look too fancy dancy from the outside, in fact it looked nothing like what she had described. Favourite restaurant? Oh yes, she could see how this place was her 'favourite' place all right, perfect-to-get-smashed-with-style restaurant. All she needed to do was to pinch a name card from Grace's card box and enter the club.
God how she wanted a man, just to prove that insolent and tacky bitch wrong! Ok so she wasn't really tacky, but hell was she easy around the men.
So Hermione began throwing around spells to loosen her tight curls. Soon, every strand became wavy. For her make up she used a spell imitation on magazine pictures of cosmetic advertisements. Last but not least, she had to find a dress and a pair of shoes. Great advantages come with living together with a soon-to-be successful model. Of course she was going to 'lend' an outfit from Grace.
Hermione grinned at herself as she came eye to eye with the closet. With one hand, she traced the many dresses and randomly drew one out. She held the red dress with both hands, feeling the texture. It was perfect and simple. Very Hermione like.
With eagerness and curiosity, Hermione threw the dress on and stood in front of the full-length mirror. It fit her like a glove, hugging her every curve and revealing a slight cleavage. Hey, she needed bait. As she stood there observing herself, she couldn't help but feel the slight tinge of pride. Of course, she was nothing compared to Grace, but...
This was the first time Hermione Granger felt like someone who should be looked at twice, and she was going to tempt fate on finding herself someone whether it liked it or not.
A/N: Hey everyone! I know I've stopped here but wait up! NOTE: Hermione is in a stage of fiery (maybe jealously) You'll never know! She ISNT READY to find someone for herself in actual fact. This is just a stage :)
Anyway You'll never guess what's in the next chapter ;D
Exciting! Very! Who knows if Hermione will hit the bottom of the bottle! Oooeeer !Hint hint!
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