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...Should I help him? He didn't even say thank you. All I got out of it the last time was a 'thunks' and a 'you smell nice'. Pervert. Disgusting pervert. Disgusting pervert that you fancy. What? No I don't...Wait... Who's that? Hehehe, I'm your conscience, silly head! Uh-uh. No way, oh my, NO way...I can't possibly have a ditzy conscience! Oh that's so sick and wrong! Blech... Hehehe, oh, you're so funny. Of course I'm your conscience! And what's wrong with showing a little femininity? It's what being a girl is all about! Well yeah, that's what I thought before I met Andy. That whore...NOW what're you giggling about? Hehe, I'm giggling at your usage of insults. You do realize that you implied Andy is a girl by calling him the 'w' word right? Yes I do, because he is a little girl. He didn't even have the guts to confront me about it! I had to track that baby down and break it off myself! Is that why you're so different now? So much colder than you were meant to be? Yeah, I suppose...Hey! Why are you asking me this? Shouldn't you know? You're my conscience! You're a part of my mind too! Er...um...yeah, so I'll be talking to you later about your crush on Draco. Ta-ta! Kisses! What? Get back here! Hey! Come back here NOW! Get your thoughts back here THIS IN-STANT! Thought a furious Hermione.
"Augghhh! Damn this world!" Hermione fumed. She was about to vent some more, when she was cut off by an 'ahem'. Her head whipped to the side and saw a very confused and pained Draco.
"Look Granger, you don't like me. I know that. You wouldn't want to be near me for more than twenty seconds, and the same goes for me. But unfortunately, we've already broken that record, and we're not getting out of here until someone comes to get us. As much as I hate to admit it, I need your help. I can't move on my own just yet, so I'd appreciate it if you could at least get me onto the bed." Draco said, making it seem like he was reciting a speech.
Hermione was in awe. "Wow, a whole six sentences and not one insult. That's got to be another record you've broken, eh Malfoy?" she snickered, but she saw the serious face that clouded Draco's features and went into a serious state herself.
"So are you helping me or not, Granger?"
"Hah, tough luck Malfoy. I helped you the first time, and what do I get? A crappy attitude and a face in my chest. Help yourself." Hermione snapped.
There was silence once more for the who-knows-how-many-th time on the second day of school, and like almost every other time, Draco shattered the awkward stillness in the room.
"I didn't know you could be so cold, mudblood." Was all Draco stated, before he attempted to get himself up. This time, his blood had boiled to such an extent, that his anger gave him the strength to hold his wobbly knees in place.
God she's pissing me off. Can't even help a temporarily almost disabled guy. What a fierce little girl, yes she is. I can't believe she's in Gryffindor. With that type of attitude, she should've been placed in Slytherin with the rest of us. Superior. The greatest of the greatest. Oh wait. She's a mudblood. Oh, just thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies. How disgusting...Dirty blood...Ugh, I'd scoff if I could, but she might think I'm insane. Well, she's a little screwed in the brain herself. Who laughs to themselves, anyhow? She is one weird chick. Draco mused. She really isn't the same goody-goody as she was first year. Haha, maybe O.W.L.S. finally cracked her up. Delayed effect from stress, maybe? I must say though, she's intriguing.
After those thoughts, the thoughts 'I think it's time to find out what makes her tick...The Malfoy game has commenced. Muahahahahahahaha! MUahahahahahahahahaha! MOO-ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!' followed.
"My God, you have problems...Jeeze, and I'm living in your head? I have a sad, sad life..." mocked Draco's conscience.
One step at a time, Draco made his way over to an un-caring and un-noticing Hermione.
Finally, after a few struggling steps, he towered over Hermione, who was now sitting cross-legged on the bed.
Gently, he placed his hand on her soft, delicate cheek, and stroked the side of her face with his thumb. She gasped at his touch, and was wide-eyed, but she made no move to stop him. He turned her face so that she was staring deep into his eyes, and rested his forehead against hers.
"There's something different about you, Granger. You've changed." He murmured tenderly.
"Well, everyone does." She whispered back, just as quiet as Draco.
"But you're different. You make yourself seem dangerous. You may still have a heart of gold, but you're hiding that from the world. Did you know every guy you passed by on the train was staring at you? Hermione Granger you are one of a kind." He softly countered.
He's playing with my feelings. What a jerk. It's so obvious. Ugh, if you continue like this, it's only a one-way trip to a slap in the face, Malfoy! Hermione raged silently to herself. Well... she considered, well, I guess it couldn't hurt to play along. He does need a little taste of his own medicine... she told herself. Those were her last thoughts before another unexpected event came to surprise her.
Draco snaked his hands on Hermione's tiny waist and pulled her body closer to his. Hermione reacted quickly and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her chest into Draco's, making him suddenly feel very...charged. One of Draco's hands moved itself to her face and pulled forward, towards his lips.
He closed his eyes.
She closed her eyes.
Their lips were only half an inch apart now...
All the while, a set of eyes were still watching their interactions with each other...
All the while, schemes were developing...
All the while, relationships were changing...
...And all the while, some people were subconsciously enjoying their "touchy-feely" time together...
How much more demented can the world get?
