Hermione's eyelids fluttered. She was grateful that they were
there to hide her eyes from the bright sunlight that poured thickly into
the room. She sat straight up and yawned. She found herself in the common
room of the Head Boy and Girl. Strange, she couldn't remember what had
conspired the night before. No matter, she told herself, it was just a
morning daze. She would remember soon enough. Her eyes, still bleary with
sleep, widened as she saw that she was covered in a familiar green blanket.
*Draco* She thought to herself. A small smile played upon her lips. She
would have to thank him, but first, a shower was definitely in order.
Hermione stepped out of the shower. Water cascaded in droplets down her steaming form. She sighed with content and proceeded to her room, but ran into a very startled and very sleepy Slytherin Prince. The two bumped bodies and fell to the floor. Hermione's towel flew off and she was left very nude and completely embarrassed. Draco stared at her naked form but it only lasted for a second because almost immediately, Hermione's body was covered with silvery gold scales. She was quite red and flushed. She stood up and Draco had no choice but to look her over involuntarily because the scales fit her as a second skin. His eyes trailed over every aspect of her body before he realized what he was doing. His eyes filled with amusement but his mouth twisted into a familiar scowl.
"Watch where you're going mudblood! If I didn't know better, I would think you wanted me to see you in the buff." He smirked. "Although I must say, the view was exquisite. Who would've known you had THAT nice of a body Granger? I mean, I knew you were beautiful, but I didn't know you were amazing." he blushed and trailed off, realizing that he had been rambling about Hermione's beauty. He didn't know what had come over him. Hermione almost laughed at this compliment, coming from Draco.
"Well Malfoy, that sounded unbelievingly like a compliment. I suppose I heard wrong." She grinned from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. "Thank you Malfoy, it's nice to know that you've been checking me out." She stood up and offered her hand to Draco, but he swatted it away and got up on his own. She just ignored that and proceeded to walk away. Then it dawned on her that this is a great opportunity to thank him for not letting her freeze last night.
"Oh by the way Malfoy," she turned around. Draco stopped in his tracks to face her. "Thank you for giving me your blanket last night." She said with a smile.
"What?? I did no such thing! I wouldn't let your filthy hands touch my possessions!" he panicked, trying to cover up the nature of his good deed. "I just thought that it would be hard to explain if the Head Girl wound up dead in the morning." He stammered.
Hermione grinned. "Sureeeee, whatever you say Draco." She walked away. *Did she just call me Draco? * He shook his head and walked into the bathroom. He couldn't get Hermione's glistening figure out of his mind. He had meant what he said, she was beautiful, more so than he had ever imagined, and he didn't even realize it. That is, until now.
Draco sauntered into their common room with his completely sexy yet completely arrogant swagger. He found Hermione sitting in an oversized armchair that seemed to almost swallow her, scribbling furiously on a parchment. He came up behind her and muttered his greeting to her in an almost breathy whisper.
"Hello Granger." Hermione felt a warm breath on the back of her neck. The hairs on her spine prickled up. She breathed in a familiar scent. There was that soapy spicy sweet aroma again. She whirled around and in the process, spilled the ink she had been using all over her robes.
"Bloody hell!" she cursed under her breath. Draco chuckled and took this as a perfect opportunity to insult her as a way of redeeming himself for spilling about her awesome beauty. *Awesome beauty! Hell! What am I saying, this is Granger I'm talking about here. A mudblood!* Draco had been struggling mentally for quite a while now. He didn't realize that Hermione was just staring at him with her now forest green eyes. Draco shuddered. She reminded him of Potter.
"Too bad that wasn't the acidic ink." He spat. "It would probably do you good to be missing half a leg. Actually it would do us all good, maybe you'd fall in the dark forest and some creature would take this as a chance to rip you limb from limb. Then the world would finally be rid of one more mudblood. The mudblood whore queen! On second thought, I don't think any creature of the forest would lay their paws on something so.. dirty." he cruelly hissed the last part. Then Draco made the mistake of looking up once more.
Hermione stared at him, mouth agape, a bit distraught at his sudden outburst of pure hatred. Yes, that's what it was, hatred, plain and simple. She had an intense look of pain in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the venomous look and she hoped mirrored Draco's as he gazed sardonically at her.
"Damn you Draco Malfoy. Damn you for making me think that you might be human after all. You're just a cold, slimy git who can't do anything out of the kindness of his heart." She said coldly, voice full of hurt and pain. "You don't have a heart." She said, looking him square in his icy storm gray eyes. For the first time in his life, Draco felt regret. He regretted saying something so cruel and terrible to Hermione. And there was something else; another emotion. She had hit a nerve with her comment. He flinched visibly and then pushed her roughly away.
Hermione stumbled to the ground and quickly snapped up.
"Don't you dare touch me like that ever again, Malfoy." She said in a dangerously low tone. Draco turned around to face her.
"Don't ever tell me what to do mudblood! I am Malfoy! I do as I please! And come to think of it, you're not worth my time! You're not worth anything, Granger, so just leave me the fuck alone and go screw the other bloody Gryfindors because that's all you're good for!" He said in a rage and then hastily swept into his room. Hermione laughed insanely under her breath. Didn't he realize that she couldn't leave? Neither of them could leave. Yes she was stuck with Draco Malfoy for 8 weeks. Well, Draco Malfoy could take his attitude and shove it up his arse! *We'll see who cracks first, Malfoy. And it sure as hell won't be me.*
Hermione stepped out of the shower. Water cascaded in droplets down her steaming form. She sighed with content and proceeded to her room, but ran into a very startled and very sleepy Slytherin Prince. The two bumped bodies and fell to the floor. Hermione's towel flew off and she was left very nude and completely embarrassed. Draco stared at her naked form but it only lasted for a second because almost immediately, Hermione's body was covered with silvery gold scales. She was quite red and flushed. She stood up and Draco had no choice but to look her over involuntarily because the scales fit her as a second skin. His eyes trailed over every aspect of her body before he realized what he was doing. His eyes filled with amusement but his mouth twisted into a familiar scowl.
"Watch where you're going mudblood! If I didn't know better, I would think you wanted me to see you in the buff." He smirked. "Although I must say, the view was exquisite. Who would've known you had THAT nice of a body Granger? I mean, I knew you were beautiful, but I didn't know you were amazing." he blushed and trailed off, realizing that he had been rambling about Hermione's beauty. He didn't know what had come over him. Hermione almost laughed at this compliment, coming from Draco.
"Well Malfoy, that sounded unbelievingly like a compliment. I suppose I heard wrong." She grinned from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. "Thank you Malfoy, it's nice to know that you've been checking me out." She stood up and offered her hand to Draco, but he swatted it away and got up on his own. She just ignored that and proceeded to walk away. Then it dawned on her that this is a great opportunity to thank him for not letting her freeze last night.
"Oh by the way Malfoy," she turned around. Draco stopped in his tracks to face her. "Thank you for giving me your blanket last night." She said with a smile.
"What?? I did no such thing! I wouldn't let your filthy hands touch my possessions!" he panicked, trying to cover up the nature of his good deed. "I just thought that it would be hard to explain if the Head Girl wound up dead in the morning." He stammered.
Hermione grinned. "Sureeeee, whatever you say Draco." She walked away. *Did she just call me Draco? * He shook his head and walked into the bathroom. He couldn't get Hermione's glistening figure out of his mind. He had meant what he said, she was beautiful, more so than he had ever imagined, and he didn't even realize it. That is, until now.
Draco sauntered into their common room with his completely sexy yet completely arrogant swagger. He found Hermione sitting in an oversized armchair that seemed to almost swallow her, scribbling furiously on a parchment. He came up behind her and muttered his greeting to her in an almost breathy whisper.
"Hello Granger." Hermione felt a warm breath on the back of her neck. The hairs on her spine prickled up. She breathed in a familiar scent. There was that soapy spicy sweet aroma again. She whirled around and in the process, spilled the ink she had been using all over her robes.
"Bloody hell!" she cursed under her breath. Draco chuckled and took this as a perfect opportunity to insult her as a way of redeeming himself for spilling about her awesome beauty. *Awesome beauty! Hell! What am I saying, this is Granger I'm talking about here. A mudblood!* Draco had been struggling mentally for quite a while now. He didn't realize that Hermione was just staring at him with her now forest green eyes. Draco shuddered. She reminded him of Potter.
"Too bad that wasn't the acidic ink." He spat. "It would probably do you good to be missing half a leg. Actually it would do us all good, maybe you'd fall in the dark forest and some creature would take this as a chance to rip you limb from limb. Then the world would finally be rid of one more mudblood. The mudblood whore queen! On second thought, I don't think any creature of the forest would lay their paws on something so.. dirty." he cruelly hissed the last part. Then Draco made the mistake of looking up once more.
Hermione stared at him, mouth agape, a bit distraught at his sudden outburst of pure hatred. Yes, that's what it was, hatred, plain and simple. She had an intense look of pain in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the venomous look and she hoped mirrored Draco's as he gazed sardonically at her.
"Damn you Draco Malfoy. Damn you for making me think that you might be human after all. You're just a cold, slimy git who can't do anything out of the kindness of his heart." She said coldly, voice full of hurt and pain. "You don't have a heart." She said, looking him square in his icy storm gray eyes. For the first time in his life, Draco felt regret. He regretted saying something so cruel and terrible to Hermione. And there was something else; another emotion. She had hit a nerve with her comment. He flinched visibly and then pushed her roughly away.
Hermione stumbled to the ground and quickly snapped up.
"Don't you dare touch me like that ever again, Malfoy." She said in a dangerously low tone. Draco turned around to face her.
"Don't ever tell me what to do mudblood! I am Malfoy! I do as I please! And come to think of it, you're not worth my time! You're not worth anything, Granger, so just leave me the fuck alone and go screw the other bloody Gryfindors because that's all you're good for!" He said in a rage and then hastily swept into his room. Hermione laughed insanely under her breath. Didn't he realize that she couldn't leave? Neither of them could leave. Yes she was stuck with Draco Malfoy for 8 weeks. Well, Draco Malfoy could take his attitude and shove it up his arse! *We'll see who cracks first, Malfoy. And it sure as hell won't be me.*