Disclaimer: Not my characters!!!
A/N: K, this chapter should be explaining how and why Hermione and Malfoy got together, but don't quote me on that!
Hermione sat in the library studying as per usual. The table at which she sat was covered with books that contained many spells and incantations. The extremely large book that happened to be sitting in front of her was opened at a page of spells that were used in the practise of dark magic. She had been engrossed in that book for hours, researching the use of such spells for an essay that was for the defence against the dark arts, a subject that she had a high appreciation. The particular book that she had in front of her contained the deadliest spells known in the wizarding world, spells that if used got you a one way trip to Azkaban.
She was flicking through the pages when a shadow covered the table. As she looked up, the book was slammed shut and taken from the table.
"What the hell are you playing at?" Hermione shouted, turning to see Malfoy standing by her chair.
"I need this book." Malfoy drawled, a one sided grin plastered on his face.
"I'm not finished with it, give it back."
"You have plenty of other books! Use them!"
"Give it back Malfoy!"
"Why? What are you going to do if I don't?"
"Maybe I'll take a leaf out of your book and tell daddy." Hermione mocked, anger filling her entire being. "Now give me the damn book back."
"Look! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. I don't study, I don't work in the library and I don't do bonding with Gryffindor know-it-alls. All I want to do is sit anywhere that isn't near you, but seen as I can't do that, it looks like I'm going to have to study and I need this book."
"Like hell you do!" Hermione shouted, grabbing the book from his hands. "The spell says that we have to stick together, not work together, or speak with each other, so fuck off!"
"Oooh! Temper, temper!" Malfoy mocked as he walked away…without the book. Grumpily he plonked himself into a chair over at the other side of the library. "This is so boring." He huffed quietly to himself.
"Here." Hermione now stood over him, she placed the book down on the table then walked away, not saying another word to him.
"Thanks."
Hermione turned around receiving a small smile from Malfoy. "Not a problem." She smiled back, a fake, yet friendly, smile.
Day one was almost over, only another thirty to go; maybe they could come to tolerate one another. Hermione found it very unlikely, however, Malfoy was looking forward to it. The amount of fun he could have with that one, taunting and teasing, getting the ultimate revenge that anyone had ever gotten on their enemy, and he had perfect access through the pathetic mud blood, things couldn't have worked out better.