"Turn to page 261," Snape ordered the class with his usual voice that seemed to droop over the words. "Be quick about it." He scanned the room with his hawk-like eyes to see if there was a student who dared ignore his straight forward order. There was.
Ron Weasley had fallen asleep and his desk partner, Neville Longbottom, was too intently focused on Snape and his own business to notice that the person next to him had practically passed away to the dream world. It was also against Ron's luck to be sitting in an area where most of the students were Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy, who sat behind Neville and Ron, snickered. He noticed that Ron was gone a decade ago and so did an entire lot of kids. But, since it was practically law that it was all man for himself in that room, no one said a thing.
Snape walked over to his desk, snatched a sturdy book, and casually threw it with mild force at Ron's head. When the impact was made, no one knew whether the thud came from the book or Ron's head. Draco's snickered turned to absurd laughter.
"Ouch!" Ron slowly raised his head from his desk, rubbing the back of his head vigorously.
"Are you even allowed to do that?" Harry remarked, sounding annoyed and angry. "Launching objects at students as if it's perfectly acceptable?"
Snape's mouth slightly gaped, and his eyebrows arched slightly. "Potter, I suggest you get out of that fantasy of yours. This is not the muggle world where the teachers are not to harm a single hair on your petty head. If you can't take a book, you're never going to survive out in the wizarding world."
Harry clenched his hands and slightly fidgeted. "I-"
Harry was interrupted by the sudden noise of a door being pulled open and left to hit the back wall. Everyone looked up at the door near Snape's desk and as if staged, everyone seemed to let out a gasp. Hermione stood there, hair disheveled, clothes wrinkled to oblivion, and her robe sliding slowly sliding off her shoulders. Every single being in that room was probably thinking the same thing. What the hell happened to Hermione and why does she look like a train wreck? Well, all accept one person. Draco.
Draco had his own separate thought. How the hell does she make herself look so beautiful while looking like a mess?
This was it for Draco. He knew that he had to do something about his relationship with Hermione and make use of the day, like Blaise strongly suggested. But he didn't know where to begin.
"Ah, Ms. Granger…" Snape said, dragging his voice. "You're late. Was it because you thought my class was below you since you are, of course, the brightest witch of your time?"
"N-no, Professor!" Hermione was quick to repute his statement. "It's just that I-"
Snape held up his hand, indicating her to stop. "Do not give me a petty excuse, ."
"But –"
"Stop…before you further humiliate yourself. Take a seat. Now."
Hermione grimaced, but she didn't argue. "Alright," she replied. She quickly scanned the room for a seat. Ah…There was a seat available next to Astoria. What fun.
Draco looked at Hermione and turned his head back to follow her gaze. Since he, Draco Malfoy, knew his little darling so well, he knew what was going through her head. He turned to Theodore sitting next to him and nudged his elbow. "Hey, get up and go sit next to Astoria."
"What! Are you mad? No!" Theodore whispered back to Draco, looking baffled. "No way I'm sitting next to that bitc –"
"I'll give you a thousand galleons if you just do what I say," Draco offered. His eyes glanced up and saw that Hermione was walking down the aisle at a rate that meant that Theodore had to move his arse off his seat and next to Astoria's in a slit second. "Now, Nott."
Theodore let out a grunt and swiped his books off the desk he shared with Draco. "Fine." He made his way to the Aisle and intercepted Hermione. "Take that seat, Granger."
Hermione looked to wear Theodore had previously sat and then the person sitting next to there. It was Draco. What more fun. This was obviously Hermione's day. No doubt about that.
"How long does it take to find a seat…and sit down?" Snape said, drawling his voice. "Am I in some sort of mental facility where everything moves in slow, fatigued motion?"
"Sorry, professor," Hermione quietly apologized.
"She doesn't have to apologize to the prick," Ron whispered to Harry. In response, Harry gave a small nod.
Hermione took her seat without bothering to spare a glance at Draco. She didn't want to look at him or acknowledge his presence. She was going to pretend he wasn't there; that he didn't exist. This would've gone fine…If only she was not dealing with Malfoy, himself. Why? Because Draco wouldn't have it.
"Hey, there Ms. Granger," He quietly said to her when Snape turned his back around and started doing his job, which was teaching. When Hermione didn't give him a reply, though she did want to tell him to sod off, he raised a brow and smirked. He was trying to act the way he did before she made him into a fool. "You've gotten awfully rude, haven't you, sweetheart?"
"Do not call me that," Hermione viciously, yet quietly replied, turning her head to face him. "I was never that!"
"Course, you were," Draco softly said. "In fact, you still are."
Hermione turned her head back and shook her head. "Just be quiet, Draco."
"Why?" Draco asked, pushing on. "Cause you're busy listening to that crooked-nosed Snape?"
"That's a nice way to talk about your godfather, Malfoy," Hermione, grumbled.
"I could give a damn any other day Granger, but not now. Right now, you're who I'm looking at," Draco said, adamantly. "Not him. Not scarhead-Potter. Not Weasel-bee. Not anyone, but you."
"Yeah, well where was this undivided attention all those weeks I waited for you to come after me?" Hermione challenged. "Nowhere."
"Woman, are you mad?" Draco asked, scrunching his brows. "I busted my arse trying to reach you, but you're the one who kept pulling away and avoiding…I thought that you –"
"What is the world is going on back there?" Snape questioned loudly. "Mr. Malfoy, would you care to tell me?"
"Nothing, Professor. Just…just a rat we saw scurrying…" Draco said, dragging his voice as he tried to come up with some sort of wise excuse. He failed.
"A rat is it? Are you afraid of such a creature?" Snape asked, glaring at him. Draco was unaffected. He was used to it.
"Nope," Draco replied, stubbornly.
"Good. You and Granger have detention tonight, then. You'll work on finding these 'rats' and killing them," said Snape. His eyes moved back between Draco and Hermione. "That way the rodents that are obviously distracting you will be gone and you can move on with both of your piteous lives." Hermione opened her mouth to dispute, but decided against it realizing that it was pointless to try and resist.
"But Prof –" Draco stopped as he thought about it…Detention…it wouldn't be so bad. In fact it'd give him some time with Hermione. But then it dawned on him. That wasn't until that night –evening at the earliest. That felt like a lifetime away. But then again. Hermione was a once in a lifetime person. It was worth the wait, he decided. He gave Snape his biggest, brightest, smuggest smirk he'd ever given anyone. "At what time Professor?"
A/N: Dear god, when was the last time i updated, October? Im sorry. I lost inspiration. But the people from quizazz kept telling me to write. Im sorry for it being short :') I still love you all