The Reason I Became a Wtich

Time, in a way, moved in a fast, singly motion, yet in a warp sense, it moved in lagging features. Hermione noticed Draco in and out of class, keeping a distant eye on him as she had promised Dumbledore. To be honest with herself, she hadn't been taking the assigned job so seriously or as seriously as a third person would've liked, but Hermione paid no mind. Though she seemed like she could give a shit about the well-being of the ghost himself, she silently admitted to herself that she had somewhat of a heart.

Hermione knew that the happenings of tonight were and is inevitable. Despite the tight restrictions and limitations of privileges and duties that year, night patrol had come. Course, the last few she had accompanied two prefects, both on different nights, and showed them the ropes in patrolling. Draco had done the same—or he supposedly did so, but in either case, Hermione couldn't fathom how well the unlucky few had fared.

Waiting in their common room seemed to stretch on to forever and Hermione was growing ever so weary. She dreaded the moment when Draco would finally step out and have his presence in the room, but like the night, it was inevitable.

Draco finally appeared out of his room with his wand typically in the placement of his hand. Without a thought, he did a miniature flick as he walked away from his room, shutting the door without using physical force. "I would've thought you'd left already," he yawned, momentarily closing his careless piercing blue eyes.

Hermione found her blood rushing. "So is that why you've kept me waiting? You were waiting for me to leave, were you?"

Draco fixed the cuffs of his shirt and then the collar before sliding with casual ease into his robes. "Mind I remind you that I never said anything about having to wait that pretty little ass of yours for me?" Draco scoffed after seeing the look on Hermione's face before rolling his eyes. "Never mind, that was beside the point. Point being is that you are early, Granger."

Hermione scowled at him. "I was early ten minutes ago."

"I don't care for how Muggles count time."

"You don't really care for anything at all," Hermione said before turning away from Draco and start to head out the door.

He followed shortly behind. Once out the door, they casted the spell that enabled their wands to cast light. Hermione was honest to herself. It was disturbingly silent; too silent to even shrug off.

There was absolutely no point in making small talk. There was nothing to talk about. Talk about class? Talk about the past? No, it was out of the question. Solution is to not speak a word.

Malfoy found the night patrol utterly boring, but for tonight he'd have some fun. The normal kid he was paired up with bailed on him or as he said –"Have detention I can't skip"—which was all fine to Malfoy because for some unknown reason, he was glad to have Granger as the kid's replacement. Malfoy whistled a slow tune as he walked behind Hermione, dragging his wand on the stone walls as he swayed along.

"You're going to break that thing," Hermione warned in a tone. "There's not a shop like Olivanders around here."

Malfoy laughed. "You think I need to be in walking distance to Olivanders to receive a new wand?" He grinned. "Mudblood, there's this thing called money and magic. Two of which you haven't been acquainted with all your life."

Hermione scowled at him, which was magnified by the lack of light other than the one emanating from her wand. "Malfoy, you shut up! I'm sick and tired of you petty little insults!"

"Petty? If they're so petty then why the fuck are you getting so worked up, mudblood?" He was still grinning, looking as smug as ever, and that bother the hell out of Hermione. As for why, she didn't know.

"It's because they're coming from you," she answered.

"Coming from me…" he said, slowly. Then he pointed to his lips. "…but originating from here."

"Ugh, you mean those disgusting fish lips?" Hermione turned her back around and started walking once again. "It fits, though. You say the most…informal, innapropriate things a person could ever say."

"But you love it," he replied, walking at his full potential and fell into step with her. "You love my lips and the things I say. Why else would you get so damn crazy over all this?"

Hermione gave a dry laugh. "You make it sound as if I like you."

"Yeah," he said, shrugging. "You—along with the rest of my sexy-as-hell harem girls, of course."

"Oh how blessed I must feel!" Hermione cried. "If I actually did liked you. So that hypothetical statement of yours, Malfoy, it was just that. Hypothetical."

"Doesn't have to be," he said intentionally bumping his shoulder with hers.

She patted her shoulder as if to rid herself of a disease. "Don't—do that again," she warned. "Or I'll blow your bloody face off."

"I'd rather have you blow something else, mudblood," he whispered in her ear. Hermione fought the urged to turn her head towards him; the only reason being was because of the color of her face. Blood red. Before she could retort, he turned his face back up front. "But, eh, what would an inexperienced woman like you know."

"You're right, Malfoy. I have no god damn idea what the hell you're going on about," she said through gritted teeth.

"Well in that case, want me to help you with that?" he asked, grinning. "We could have our own little way of motivating you ,too. You like points, don't you, Granger? Well we go start off with 10 points for your lovely Gryffindor self. 5 extra for having a nice ass to begin with. We could work with that. In fact, we could physically work out a lot—"

Then and finally, Malfoy's ongoing harassment ended when Hermione elbowed his gut, causing him to bend forward and giving Hermione the opportunity of hitting the bottom of his chin with her palm, sending his upper body backwards.

"Like I said, utterly disgusting!" she cried before lightly jogging away from Malfoy while he stayed in the same spot he was attacked in. Grimacing at the mediocre, but still hurtful attacks, Malfoy glared at the little mudblood as she made her way away from him.

"God-fucking mudblood," he growled with his head down. They he lifted his head revealing a smirk. "I'm going to fucking get you."

Authors Note:
Hi hi! Here's another update. It falls short from my goal by 200 words and im sorry! But I hope you like it anyways? Please? Lol.

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