Disclaimer: Fine, fine, I don't own bloody Harry Potter.
A/N: Sorry readers, I've just been having some writers' block, but no matter. I'm back on track and so here is chapter four. Enjoy. Oh, and Review. Please.
Previously:
"You…have to date Hermione Granger."
The silence was deafening.
Chapter Four
"You're joking."
"Perfectly serious." Blaise chuckled.
"Zabini, I hate you."
"Aw, man, it isn't that bad."
"Blaise, how would YOU feel if you had to date a mudblood?"
"Don't be silly, Draco. I know you don't care about blood anymore."
"Still, it's Granger. The mud…" Blaise raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, muggle-born. But it doesn't change the fact that she's the bookworm, teacher's pet, know-it-all that I've hated since first year." D
"You don't have to do it."
"Right, and lose to you? No fucking way."
Blaise grinned.
"Well, this should be good. Can't wait to see Weasel's face!" Blaise chuckled.
Draco glared.
"See you in the morning, Draco." Blaise smirked.
One day Draco was definitely going to kill Blaise.
Draco sighed and trudged all the way to his heads common room.
"Raspberries Cologne."
He collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep, dreaming of a certain brown-haired bookworm.
"Bloody Hell Granger, is that one of your muggle contraptions?"
Well, what a great start to a new day.
Hermione yawned and turned around, but her face broke into a wide smile when she saw what he was pointing at.
As soon as she found out she was Head Girl she sent a letter to Hogwarts pleading for Professor McGonagall to allow her to have a television in her Dorm.
She was extremely pleased that she agreed.
"Why thank you for noticing."
"What is it then?"
"It is called a television."
"A tele-what?"
"A television."
"And what does it do?"
"It shows programs."
"Oh really. What sort?"
"All sort of things, actually. Documentaries, Dramas, Reality shows, oh and-"
"Well, what is it doing in here?"
"I asked the Headmistress for one."
"Without my consent?"
"I don't need your consent."
"Really now. You seem to have forgotten that this is my common room too?"
"No, actually. You can decorate it however you like…as long as you have permission from the Headmistress."
"I don't want to dirty my things with your Mudblood germs."
"Fine. Be an arrogant prat."
She turned and went into her Head Girl room, leaving an annoyed Draco Malfoy staring at the so-called television.
She shut the door and sighed. That went well.
Draco sighed.
He was going to lose the bet after all.
I mean, seriously, who could take living with that the whole bloody year?
Draco sighed again and went and put on his robes.
At the Slytherin table:
"Blaise, Richard Ongeheart."
"Yeah, what about him?"
"I don't like him."
"Draco, you don't HAVE to like him."
"He thinks he's so superior."
"Well, technically he is. He's part of a royal family."
"So I see people are talking about me."
Blaise and Draco spun around to see a smug Richard Ongeheart standing behind them.
"Draco Malfoy."
Draco extended his hand and shook it roughly with Richard's.
"Blaise Zabini."
Blaise did the same, both wearing cold expressions.
"Do you like it here, in England?"
"It is alright. I liked Beauxbatons more. It is quite cold here."
"You don't seem French." Draco muttered.
Richard shrugged.
"I was educated it many different countries, I really only spent summer in France. I studied at Salem's institute in America and Gingeorg School in Germany as well as Beauxbatons."
"How long do you plan on staying at Hogwarts?"
"I'm not sure. Enough to get rid of the Mudbloods."
"You shouldn't say that here." Draco said, surprising himself.
Blaise nodded and crossed his arms.
"Everyone knows that this school is in favour of muggle-borns, not against them." Blaise added, his voice cold.
"Young Malfoy, wasn't it your family who followed the Dark Lord, believing that Purebloods like ourselves should be superior?"
Draco glared.
"Just because my family does, doesn't mean that I do. The Head Girl is a muggle-born, and of higher rank than the likes of you!"
"How dare you?! I am of Royal Blood! I deserve the highest respect." Richard Ongeheart looked affronted.
Draco scoffed.
"You won't get that here. I am the Slytherin King. Everyone on this table obeys me, and me only. Nobody cares if you're royalty or not."
Draco smirked as his now enemy digested the information.
"Enjoy your time here, Ongeheart."
Draco and Blaise pushed past him and it wasn't till he reached the doors did he realise that the Hall had gone deathly silent and everyone has overheard their conversation.
Draco glanced towards Hermione Granger, who was staring at him with her mouth open…most unladylike.
Draco scoffed again and exited the hall.
"Wow, never expected Malfoy to have it in him." Ron said, spraying bits of scrambled eggs all over the table.
"Ronald!"
"What?"
"Chew with your mouth closed."
"Sorry, 'Mione."
"I thought he would have been all chummy with Richard Ongeheart. They're both smug, rich and egotistical snobs." Harry said.
Hermione didn't say anything. She was in too much shock, because:
Draco Malfoy defended her.
Draco Malfoy defended Mudbloods.
Draco Malfoy suddenly became a whole lot more interesting.
"Mione, are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm just stressing over NEWTs."
"Already!? It's the second day of classes for Merlin's sake."
"You can never be too prepared, Harry."
"Don't worry Mione, you'll be fine. You study three times as much as me and Ron and we still did pretty good on our OWLs."
"NEWTs are harder, Harry. You really need to study more."
"Okay, okay. I'll do a bit more after Quidditch tonight. Are you coming to watch, anyway?"
"Um, I'm not sure. I think I have head girl duties. But I'll see if Malfoy's willing to let me go."
Harry scoffed.
"Not likely. Don't worry about it, just cheer for us on Saturday, kay? I'll see you in Charms!"
Harry and Ron stood up to go to astronomy, while Hermione headed off to Ancient Runes.
"Wait, Hermione!"
"Ron?"
Ron kissed her softly and Hermione smiled against his lips.
"Granger!"
Draco Malfoy's cold voice woke her from her reverie.
"He probably wants something about Head duties." Hermione murmered as she and Ron broke apart.
"Bye then." Ron grinned at her.
"Bye."
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"McGonagall gave us a roster for Head duties."
"And why couldn't this wait until after class?"
"I just wanted you to stop sucking face with weaselbee."
"Stop insulting my friends, Malfoy."
He shrugged.
"It's what I do."
Hermione sighed and thrust the roster back in his hands, cringing when her skin lightly brushed his.
"See you later, Malfoy."
"Not so fast Granger."
"What do you want now?!"
"Out of common courtesy, I was wondering whether you want to walk with me to your next class, as I have Ancient Runes as well."
"Oh, well, I…"
Draco sighed.
"Let's just go."
And so Hermione walked to Ancient Runes…with Draco Malfoy.
How…nice.
"I want two lengths of parchment on Harold Hardrada's use of Ancient Runes in the Middle Ages, and I want everyone to pay special attention to Viking Magic and why Ancient Runes was so important in Medieval Times. Due by Thursday. Dismissed."
The class groaned at the amount of homework they were given on top of what they already had.
Well, except for Hermione of course.
The class filed out and Hermione headed to History of Magic.
"Draco Malfoy is staring at you."
Parvati Patil whispered to Hermione at the start of History of Magic.
"As if, Parvati. Why would he stare at me? He must be looking at someone else. You, perhaps."
Parvati blushed.
"Yes, well, even though he's from a dark and twisted family, he is still one hunk of a guy. And the fact remains, Hermione. He's staring at you."
Hermione turned around to find that, yes indeed, he was staring at her.
She blushed, and turned back towards the front.
You have Ron, you have Ron…
He does have nice hair.
Who the fuck are you?!
Your inner self.
Oh really.
Yes.
Well, you cannot possibly be my inner self because my inner self would have never said that Malfoy has nice hair!
You just won't admit it sweetie. You have a crush on him.
I do not! I have Ron!
You do, and there's no point in arguing.
I, Hermione Granger, am not attracted to Draco Malfoy.
So this is denial, right?
No, I-
"Miss Granger!"
*silence*
"Miss Granger?!"
"What? Huh?"
Professor Binns was looking expectantly at her.
"I asked you a question."
"Sorry, could you please repeat the question?"
The class sniggered.
"In which year did Elric the Evil lead an attack on the Wizarding Village of Hippon Valley?"
"1657, sir."
"Correct, Miss Granger."
And so the lesson went on.
"Granger?"
It was nearly eleven o'clock, and he had yet to bring up Head duties.
"Oi, Granger."
"What is it, Malfoy?"
"We need to discuss the roster."
"Oh. Okay."
Hermione scooted her chair of to his.
"We have to patrol every night, but we can choose what times and give the rest to the prefects."
"What's good for you?"
"Well, I have Quidditch on Wednesday's and Fridays from 7:00 until 8:30."
"And I have Charms Club on Thursday's at 7:30 till 8:30."
"I think we should leave some time to get ready for patrol, like so that I can change after Quidditch - you know?"
"Okay. How about, since we have to patrol at least an hour, I suggest 8:45 -so you can get changed -until 10:00, for Wednesday to Friday. As for Mondays and Wednesdays…what do you think?
"Well, I want to get most of my homework done on those days, so maybe 7:45 to 9:00? Straight after dinner."
"That sounds okay. Oh, we also don't have a curfew, and can go into the restricted area and borrow without a note."
"Oh, okay."
"Well, we'll assign the rest of the prefects tomorrow, 'cause I'm really tired."
Hermione stifled a yawn.
"Okay. Goodnight, Granger."
"What?" Hermione spun around, tiredness momentarily forgotten. Had he just bade her goodnight?
"I said, Goodnight Granger."
Yes, he had indeed.
"Oh, um, Goodnight Malfoy."
Hermione walked into her room and shut the door.
He was being polite to her.
He was staring at her in class.
He was being nice to her.
She didn't understand him; he gave her so many mixed emotions, and she was so confused.
What was he trying to do?
But more importantly, what the fuck had just happened?
A/N: So, I hoped you guys liked it! Please review. : ) I need inspiration.
Alice.