Author's note: If you have a problem with me, I am sorry. I don't know what I've done, but whatever is wrong, I apologize. I do ask for reviews because I am NEW to this site, and I need to know if my writing corresponds with the characters or is good enough. I would prefer that you didn't air your complaints in a review. I honestly have no clue what is wrong with asking for reviews. I don't want them to get human interaction, as stated on a review. I will stop holding stories hostage once I am confident in my writing and have written more fanfiction. So if you don't like me, just DON'T READ IT. And, for those who are awesome and nice and considerate about public embarassment, I thank you for listening to my rant. And I don't bloody well own Harry Potter. Maybe in wonderland...
Which then turned into a quiet word.
McGonagall took her iPod to enchant it, as she'd need a few hours to perform the spell. It would, the Professor said, allow a small bubble around her iPod to be considered off of the grounds.
After all her classes, one of which was with Professor Slughorn (for whom there was no love lost) who doted on her and Malfoy. She was getting very tired of it, though it was only their first day back. Then, there was the annoyance of the other kids that she was the "Teachers pet,". She couldn't help but despise the fact, though she was much less sensetive than she was in first year.
She was in the head's common room, fiddling with the headphones of her iPod, too exited to get them untangled. She had her textbooks off to the side, on the table next to the sofa. She finally untangled the headphones, and jammed them into her ears and pressed play, and her favorite song blasted on. She couldn't help but get up and dance around, forgetting who lived quite near her, and sang.
"Shot through the heart,
And you're to blame,
Darlin' you give loooove
A bad na-"
And then Malfoy came in, and she turned as red as a tomato, stopped mid-dance. She was in quite the compromising position. He simply smirked and raised his eyebrows.
She took the earphones out of her ears quickly, turned off her iPod, and started wrapping the earphones around it. Just as she was about to put them away and go back to her room, Malfoy stole it and held it high above her head.
"Give it here, Malfoy!"
Hermione refused to jump for her music.
"Give me a second, Granger, I want to know what this is."
Hermione raised her eyebrows, then remembered what he'd caught her doing, and immediately blushed. Again.
Malfoy must've noticed her red face, as he let out a loud laugh, then chomped his mouth shut, as if he hadn't meant to let that out of his mouth. He refused to ask her what the iPod was, though she could tell he had no clue. She answered what he refused to ask.
"Malfoy, it's called an iPod. It's a muggle contraption that plays music. I was listening to my favorite song when you..." She trailed off.
"Wait, Granger, this is able to play music on the grounds? But I thought-"
Hermione cut him off. "It has been specially enchanted so that a small space around it will be apart from the grounds. And please give it back, Malfoy."
He jammed the earphones into his ears, seeing her before. He pressed buttons and managed to get a lucky hit on the power button. Music immediately started blaring. He looked confused, and the look it gave him...Hermione couldn't help but collapse in a fit of giggles.
"Your...your face..." She was bent over double, trying to get her laughter under control.
Malfoy stood a minute, staring at her, then cracked a smile. He cocked his head, obviously still listening to the music.
"This...this is muggle music? It's so much better than the Weird Sisters or Christina Warbeck."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Malfoy, pretty much everything is better than Christina Warbeck. And I'm glad you're not entirely repulsed by something muggle-related."
Malfoy flashed a cheeky grin, showing his teeth.
"Hermione, do I give love a bad name?"
She abruptly stopped breathing and went entirely red. She still managed to give a satisfactory answer.
"No, though the sound of it sounds nauseating."
Malfoy gave her a strange look and started unconciously nodding his head to the beat. He really did surprise her sometimes.
"What is this group called?"
"Bon Jovi, it's an eighties group, which means it was made in the 1980s."
Malfoy scoffed. "I'm not so out of touch with muggles that I don't know the years, Granger."
She smiled a bit, and he sucked in his cheeks, as if about to force himself to say something.
"You know, Granger, you really aren't that bad."
Hermione smirked. "And how many points did that statement take away from your ego, Mr. Malfoy?"
Draco...Malfoy shook his head in mock sadness.
"Only a hundred or so, Hermione."
Yes, I think I will call him Draco, now, she thought.
As he went to bed that night, he realized a few things. He enjoyed it when he made Hermione laugh, he enjoyed it when he caused her to smile. She was starting to grow on him. He'd never admit it to her, though. He was the only one in the dorm allowed to have an egotistical mind. He started to drift off, then that song came to the forefront of his mind. He cursed, realizing that he had it stuck in his head. Then he sighed, resigned. Well, it wasn't as bad as Christina Warbeck.
