Chapter 4
"Damn Snape. Stupid git." Harry muttered. I looked up from my dry sandwich. Me and Harry had been forced to eat alone, alienated from the rest of Hogwarts. Not that I was complaining. The food wasn't great, but the company was excellent. "Hermione, I'm so sorry I put you through this. It wasn't your fault." he said, looking at me as if he was begging for forgiveness.
"Oh, Harry, it's as much my fault as it was yours. I didn't have to write in the damn parchment." I said, smiling. Harry opened his mouth to protest, but I shook my head.
"Enough about that. I wish I knew what was on that piece of paper." I mused. Must have been pretty bad, to make Snape swear in front of us all. Harry grinned.
"Oh, I bewitched my quill to write on it's own under the table and said exactly what was on my mind." he said happily.
"And what was that my friend?"
"Oh something along the lines of,'Hell no, you stupid, foul, greasy haired bastard. Get your hideous face away from me, your breath is wilting my edges.' Nothing over the top." Harry answered, his eyes twinkling merrily. My innocent Harry. No danger in his eyes. Just harmless mischief... Damn Draco Malfoy! Get out of my bloody thoughts.
"Granger, Weasley, it's time for your detention." Snape said unpleasantly, appearing at the doorway of the deserted room we were eating in. Harry looked at him coldly and got up. I rose too and followed them out of the room, to a small room that looked completely covered in dust, and was extremely warm. Harry and I shrugged off our blazers in an attempt to cool down.
"You to will be cleaning out this entire room, without magic." Snape said, relishing the word "without". Harry looked at him boredly.
"Will that be all?" he said coolly. Snape's eyes widened in surprise.
"I don't like your tone, Potter. Ten points." he said. "I would love to be able to watch your desperate attempts at house cleaning, but I unfortunetly, have work to do. Mister Malfoy will surpervise in my stead." he said. He waved his wand, a bunch of cleaning supplies appeared.
"I would have had you clean the great hall using only toothbrushes, but the headmaster intervened." he said coldly. Harry's face remained emotionless, but I was glaring unrestrainedly.
"Save it Granger. I do not welcome hostility from lesser beings." he sneered. Harry's fist clenched at his sides, and he opened his mouth, but luckily, Malfoy walked into the room.
"Sorry I'm late Professor." he said calmly. Snape merely nodded and left the room with a final sneer. I glared at his retreating back, knowing that if a Gryffindor had been late, it would have been detention.
Malfoy looked over at me and Harry, a smirk on his face.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get to work!" he said, conjuring a very comfortable looking loveseat. Green velvet of course. Harry shook his head and got to work silently. I looked at him in astonishment, expecting some sort of comeback or something, but Harry just began to scrub the grimy walls. Malfoy looked on, a expression of superiority on his face.
"Well? Your screwed up boyfriend is following directions for once, you should too." he said lazily, lounging back on his sofa. Harry turned red, but didn't say a word, much to my surprise.
"Shut up about Harry. He's more stable than you. Anyways, he's not my boyfriend." I said angrily. Malfoy smirked.
"That's not a surprise. An ugly mudblood like you would have trouble finding a guy. Now Emily. That's a fine specimen of what a witch should be. Pure-blood and hot." he said, enjoying the anger apparent on my face. Harry was practically steaming at the ears, but he was still silent. What the hell was going on? And did Malfoy just call me ugly?
"Malfoy, you jackass, the mudblood thing is getting old. It's not even insulting anymore. And don't talk about my friend, you're soiling her name." I said, eyes narrowed. He shrugged.
I glared at him and grabbed a soft white cloth. Obviously, Dumbledore had requested good supplies, otherwise we would be scrubbing with ragged scraps of cloth. I walked over to a wall that had a bunch of grimy windows.
"I can't reach the bloody windows. Harry, could you give me a hand here?" I said, turning to him. Harry started towards me, but Malfoy rose too, pulling off his robes to reveal his wide chest and strong arms. I looked away hurriedly. It was one thing to stare at Harry, but Malfoy? No, no, no! I'm so glad that Harry doesn't use such flattering shirts, otherwise I would be a complete mess, all the time.
"Get back to scrubbing the walls Potter." he said. Malfoy conjured a finely carved ladder and carried it effortlessly over, the muscles in his arms barely flexing. I looked away so he wouldn't see me blush.
I turned around after a minute, and my eyes were on his chest which outlined defined pectoral muscles.
"It's not polite to stare Mudblood." he said, his voice deep and husky. I shivered and took a step backwards, my eyes narrowed.
"You didn't give me much of a choice, did you, you bloody idiot." I said defiantly. He shrugged his broad shoulders and set the ladder against the wall.
"Get going." he said, gesturing to the ladder, leaning casually against the wall.
"Oh no. The ladder is gonna slide." I said, shaking my head. Malfoy stood up straight and held the ladder firmly.
"Oh, just get up Mudblood." he said impatiently. Casting him a glare, I climbed up on the ladder, trying to keep my skirt wrapped around my legs, regretting that I was still wearing my uniform.
"Keep your perverted eyes down, Malfoy!" I hissed, after catching him looking upwards. He smirked cheekily and kept his face upwards.
"Then how will I know that you're not falling down?" he said.
"Gee Malfoy, I didn't know you cared." I said sarcastically. He didn't reply, but continued to look up.
"Oh, let go of the bloody ladder, you horny bastard!" I snapped.
"If you say so Mudblood." he shrugged and let go. Suddenly I was falling...falling...falling...
"Fuckin' berk!" I screeched from the floor, my bottom throbbing, I having landed on it so hard. Malfoy was standing there calmly, looking smug. Harry ran over and pulled me to my feet.
"Are you alright?" he asked, searching my eyes. I nodded, glaring over his shoulder at the pale skinned bastard behind him. Harry turned to face Malfoy.
"You know, I promised McGonagall that I wouldn't hex you, but she didn't say anything about physical maiming." Harry said quietly. Realization dawned on me. Harry wasn't supposed to be fighting with Malfoy, that's why he was pretending that he didn't hear anything that the dumbass was saying.
"Oh, bring it Potter." Malfoy said, advancing on Harry. I quickly stepped between him and Harry, wincing at the pain.
"Oh, grow up and stop acting like macho idiots. The sooner we get this bloody job done, the sooner we all can go. And I sure none of us is enjoying being stuck here with each other." I said, looking at them both. Harry shook his head and went back to work, leaving Malfoy looking like a pathetic, dejected bully. He muttered something, wand in hand, and the ladder stood without any assistance.
"There, problem solved, okay?" he said gruffly, then went back to his chair.
I climbed up, and began to scrub away at the grimy windows. Luckily, the cleaner that was provded was very effective, Magical Mess Cleaner, and the windows were clean and leeting in the moonlight in no time.
All that work that made me very hot indeed, and I unbuttoned the two more buttons from the first two that were always opened, praying that Malfoy wouldn't take it as a come-on. I cracked open the window and a cool breeze played with the damp curls on my forehead. The rest of my hair was held up in a large claw clip, but I shook it loose, with a little more enthusiasm than necessary, knowing that it would bother Malfoy. I didn't know why I was trying to provoke his temper. The breeze ruffled through my hair almost lovingly.
"Hey, Mudblood, you still have work to do down here." Malfoy said, from his chair. I rolled my eyes and re-clipped my hair.
"Whatever Ferret." I muttered. Harry had cleaned all the walls, and was now scrubbing off the fireplace mantle and assorted pieces of furniture.
"The floors need scrubbing Mudblood." Malfoy called boredly. I sighed and grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a fresh cloth, scrubbing as far away from the chavaunistic pig as possible. He was smirking lazily at the sight of both me and Harry doing manual labour while he lounged on a cushioned couch.
The room was silent, save for the sounds of sloshing water, and I stole a couple of glances at the two guys in the room with me. Both were undeniably attractive, Harry in a more innocent, charming sort of way. Malfoy with his bastard attitude, stormy eyes, muscular body, and total disregard for anyone's feelings... though that was part of what made me feel attracted to him. Attracted? Did I just think that?
"Ah, another girl at my feet. It's a curse to be perfect." Malfoy sighed. I looked up in surprise and found that I was already in front of the blond bastard. He was smirking down at me, his robes in his lap, arms behind his head. I instantly wished that I hadn't unbuttoned my shirt. I may not have much to show, but Malfoy was likely to have a very good view of what little I had.
I stood up, Harry watching me at the corner of his eye.
"I refuse to wash the floor at your feet. It's degrading." I said defiantly. Malfoy shook his head.
"Then I guess that I'll have to tell Professor Snape that you used magic to clean the room." he said nonchalently.
"We did not!" I said.
"And who is he going to believe? A pair of Gryffindors, or his favourite student?" he said simply. I groaned. He was right of course.
"Fine, you hateful scum." I said, trying to wash the floor without have to get down.
"Hands and knees Mudblood." he said, a look of half enjoyment and half malice on his face. Without a word I attempted to button up my blouse. Malfoy's large hands were suddenly wrapped around mine. I pulled them away as if they were burned.
"Don't touch me." I spat, ice dripping from every letter. He smirked, yet again.
"Then don't touch your shirt, unless it's to take it off." he said.
"Are you stoned? I'm not taking off my shirt, I'm going to button it up. If you try to stop me, or touch me again, I will tell McGonagall that you were sexually harrassing me." I shot back. He looked shocked, and didn't reply, so I buttoned my shirt up all the way.
I got down on my damn hands and knees and scrubbed the rest of the floor as quickly as I could. I was done soon, and I stood up without a word and started to walk away, to the supplies.
"Sit down for a minute Mudblood." Malfoy said. My eyes narrowed suspicously.
"Look, unless you want to sit in my lap, which I also wouldn't mind, you should sit down, as I can imagine that your large rear is in pain."
"Shut the fuck up!" I said, walking gingerly over to the chair and sitting as far away as possible from him. "Don't talk about my arse for Merlin's sake." I muttered. He smiled evilly.
"Why not? It's lovely really. A nice change from all the flat arsed girls that I've been with. It doesn't even seem to be droopy. And-"
"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING SCREWHEAD! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said angrily. He laughed.
"Ah, a girl with a temper. Intriguing." he said, arching an eyebrow.
"I am not going to be one of your fucking weekly conquests, you fucking jackass." I hissed, and stood up, my arse still throbbing painfully. Malfoy smirked.
"Is that so?" he answered lazily.
I stood up abruptly and walked over to the bundle of clothes on the floor. I gathered mine and picked up my wand.
"I'm sorry Harry. I just can't stay in the same room as this bloody idiot. I'll make it up to you somehow." I said apologetically, giving him a one armed hug, before storming out. Gods, I've never said "fuck" so much in my life!
Chapter 5
I woke up the next day, and groaned, remembering last night. Stupid dumbass, what's his problem? I hadn't slept well last night, and I almost considered skipping classes today for a nice long lie-in, but my logical side forced me out of bed.
It said, "Now, now Hermione, you know you have to go to classes! It's NEWT's this year!" I groaned and dragged myself groggily to my private bathroom. I took a quick shower, wishing I could just stay in there for the rest of the day, since I knew that the water would never run cold, but I emerged finally, feeling slightly more alert. I dressed wuickly, still cursing Emily for screwing up my skirt. And just my luck, all my friends wore their skirts shorter than me, whose else skirt could I borrow?
By the time I went into the common room, it was completely deserted. Everyone must have gone down for breakfast. I climbed out of the portrait hole and half-ran down to the great hall. Everyone was just finishing up breakfast, so I guess I was later than I thought.
"Morning." I breathed as I sat down, stuffing a piece of toast unceremoniously into my mouth. I sighed in pleasure as I ate, eggs, bacon, pancakes...
"Whoa. Hermione, why are you eating so much?" Bianca asked.
"Stress." I said simply, taking a swig of orange juice. Harry laughed.
"After last night, I can understand." he said. I suddenly stopped eating like a pig, feeling a bit embarrassed for stuffing myself the way I had been in front of Harry.
"Merlin, I'm so sorry that I ditched last night! It's just Malfoy got me so mad..." I started, but he shushed me.
"S'alright. The room was almost done anyways." he said simply, and I beamed at him. What a wonderful man...
"I can't believe that Malfoy hit on you! You are so lucky!" Emily squealed. Damn, stupid, wonderful Harry! Why did he tell what had happened? If Maria knew, soon the rest of the school would!
"Lucky? LUCKY! How the hell am I lucky? Gods, he's terrible!" I raged, glaring at the Slytherin table, specifically at the blond. He caught me and winked roguishly. I felt myself go a bit pink, but I don't think anyone noticed.
"Yes, he's terrible. He's terribly HOT!" she said dreamily. I shook my head in wonder. What about Ron?
"Well, he really is. I wouldn't mind if he flirted with me." Bianca giggled, and Dean flushed. Seamus was laughing at the lot of us, handfeeding Ginny in a nauseatingly sweet way.
"Oh, Hermione. You know he's hot. Stop denying it." she said airily. I chose to ignore that statement.
"Hermione, are you sure you didn't enjoy it?" Harry asked in a fake innocent way. I made a noise of disgust and stood up.
"Why would I enjoy being insulted? How does that equate to attractive?" I said angrily, louder than I meant to. Heads turned to look in my direction curiously.
"I'll see you in Care of Magical Creatures." I muttered, and left without a backwards glance. Honestly, enjoy it? What was he talking about? I most definetly did not enjoy it. Right? Oh bugger.
"Well, that was fun!" Bianca exclaimed. I nodded in agreement.
"Ooh, When we get back to London I am so asking Mum for a Puffskein!" Emily said, beaming. I sighed in content. Today's lesson had been used as a free class, where we could catch up on homework and such, since Hagrid's order of Jarvey's wouldn't arrive until next class. And if you had no homework, or in Harry and the rest of the boy's case, if you had no desire to do homework, Hagird had brought in a special treat, puffskeins. They were adorable balls of soft custard-hued fur, that didn't mind being thrown around. All they Gryffindor boys played a game of volleyball until Hagrid intervened after a particularly brutal spike, from Neville no less.
"I-I- I'm sorry!" he stuttered, pale faced. Hagrid laughed gruffly, looking shaggier than ever.
"S'alrigh'. Perserverin' little critters." he had said, much to Neville's relief.
So now were walking back to school, feeling warm and contented, the warm part coming from one of the last days of real sunshine until spring.
We parted, I headed off to Arithmancy, the rest of them going to their respective classes. Now I was alone, walking to the opposite side of the school. I was a corridor away from my destination, passing by a gap in the wall, when I felt a pair of hands pull me into it.
"What the-" I shouted, but the hands went over my mouth. Strong hands.
"Don't scream." a husky voice said in my ear. My heart started beating again, ten times faster than earlier.
"Malfoy." I spat when he removed his hand.
"What, not happy to see me?" he said, and surprise, surprise, he was smirking.
"What do you think?" I shot back, trying to escape, but he had me pinned against the wall.
"I think that you are, no matter how much you try to convince yourself that you're not." he said smugly. My breath caught in my throat. I think he was right. No! He was wrong! WRONG!
"Let me go." I said, glaring at him poisonously. He laughed softly.
"Now you don't want that, do you?" he said, barely above whisper. He was too close. Much too close. Malfoy's face should never be that close...
His lips were nearing mine, and I was almost thinking, what the hell, he's hot! But seven years of abuse stopped me. I turned my head just as his lips touched, so that he kissed my cheek. I was thinking that the gesture would discourage him, but I was wrong.
His lips went from my cheek to my ears, which he nipped playfully, then to my neck, gently biting and kissing and sucking the tender skin. I gasped, biting my lip.
"Thought so." He whispered, taking my lips with his. It was my first kiss. My first kiss was with Malfoy. Oh Merlin, my first kiss was with Malfoy! It was supposed to be with Harry! This was wrong! But it felt so right... Oh what the hell.
I pulled his head towards me, tangling my fingers into his silky blond hair, deepening the kiss. He smirked against my lips, and I groaned, pulling away.
"Don't be such an ass." I moaned, then pulled him back, kissing him with an intensity that didn't usually extend past my studies. I felt his tongue touch my lips, and without thinking, I opened my mouth. Suddenly, his tongue was clashing with mine, and shocks were running through my body. His hands were on the back of my head, but then they sild down my sides, to my waist, then my hips, pulling me closer to him. Then suddenly, his hands were on my ass, cupping it and forcing me even more foreward, squeezing and massaging the part of me that was so tender since yesterday. It felt wonderful, but I pulled away, gasping.
"What the hell are you doing?" I said, trying to catch my breath.
"Well, you took quite a fall yesterday, and I'm just trying to massage it and make it all better." he said cheekily.
I made a small noise, halfway between disgust and a moan.
"If you prefer, I could kiss it." he said, raising his eyebrows.
"NO!" I said angrily. I couldn't believe that I had kissed him!
Malfoy looked at me, now just one eyebrow arched. I silent question. I looked at him, willing myself to catch my breath in a less obvious manner.
"Believe me, I've had better Malfoy. Excuse me, I need to get to class." I said coldly, pushing past him and arranging my skirt. But I didn't go to Arithmancy. Screw class, I need a day off!
A/N: That's all I got so far. I'll take suggestions if you have any!
