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(A/N: Another chapter. Here we go! It's probably cack, oh dear my no! Lol.)
That One Day Where Things Happen…By The Redundant Goddess!
The Obligatory Library Scene: Challenge And A Half!
Hermione groaned as she heard the footsteps of her impending doom approach her private, quiet little area of the library. Wishing that a spider would appear, which she could transfigure into something that could be used to kill Malfoy, but no such luck for her. For as soon as she had come up with the perfect murder weapon to use, the death eater wannabe's face popped round the corner, with a huge demented grin on it.
"Well, hullo there my little mudblood." Malfoy grinned manically as he approached our poor Griffyndor witch. "What are you doing here? Oh wait, let me guess… is it studying by any chance?" He let out a fake gasp of surprise as Hermione just rolled her soft brown eyes in annoyed fashion.
"Sod off Malfoy". She hissed, not looking up at the seemingly insane spawn of an elite death eater. My books far more interesting than anything that ferret faced gimp boy has to offer…
But to her dismay, Malfoy just continued his inane smile as he placed himself directly behind Hermione and began to peer over her shoulder at the page she was silently reading. The urge to kill was still rising in Hermione's blood as she felt the sneaky Slytherins breathe upon her neck. Great, now this. It's turning out like a porn movie! Not that I watch porn movies or anything… ahem… His cold eyes quickly scanned the page and let his smile broaden once he had finished.
"Having a bad day my little mudblood? Poor you…"
"Sod. Off. Malfoy!" Hermione hissed again, only this time with more force and a hint of spite. I am really not in the mood…
Yet again, Malfoy just stood there with his grin still firmly planted on his face.
"There, there my little mudblood. It can't be all that bad? I mean I'm here!"
She let out a humoured snort.
" That's exactly why this is a bad day." Hermione whispered under her breath so that Malfoy couldn't hear, which of course he didn't because he was to busy trying to annoy her. Which at the moment he is doing very well…
Malfoy let out a loud and exaggerated sigh as he plopped himself in the seat next Hermione. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the girl who was trying really hard not to throttle him with all the strength she could muster. He raised a thin blonde eyebrow and asked her a small question.
"Why do you study so hard? You're always in here working and reading, but why do you do it? I mean it's not like your grades are slipping or anything. So why do you do it my little mudblood?"
There was a low growling sound before Hermione closed the book silently and calmly before turning her head to meet her annoyance. Her brown eyes narrowed dangerously as she frowned at the annoying little twit.
"I study to be at the best of my ability, unlike some people I could mention." She replied, trying hard not to sound too pissed off or concerned by his question. Although her hands were now gripping the poor book with such force Malfoy feared for it's safety. "I Study hard to prove to myself and others that I am intelligent and above all else I study very very very hard, harder than anyone else in fact, so that I can show ARSEHOLES, like you, that I can beat all of you hands down. Muggle-born or not!" She let the last few words linger in the air before she gave the blonde a triumphant smirk, while batting her eyelids slightly. There… that shut him up!
Needless to say Malfoy was left speechless… for a bit a minute mind, before he smiled at her and put his hands behind his head in a relaxed way.
"Well, that certainly told me! My, little Mud…" A severely annoyed bushy haired girl cut his mocking voice short.
"Don't call me that!" Hermione snarled. " You can call me anything you like. Just NOT THAT!"
Yet again, Malfoy was slightly startled before he started grinning like a Cheshire cat on speed, again. Very, very scary indeed, yet for some reason, rather funny…
"Really?" he asked, looking a bit like a child about to be let lose in a sweet shop with no one to stop him.
Which, in turn, gave Hermione the shivers and the feeling she was about to do something completely wrong, but who cares as long as he stops saying that DAMNED name! She nodded her head, her eyes still semi glaring at the idiot like Malfoy. Suddenly his cold steely eyes lit up with mock excitement as he clapped his hands together, which caused Hermione to suppress a smile that threatened to form. He really does look like a child now… so funny!
"Oh goody goody!" The pale looking boy cried with glee. Hermione felt her heart sink; she knew this wasn't a good thing. Yet her facial muscles seemed to really want to create a smile. "Now let me see what can I call you? Granger? No that's far too formal. We've known each other for such a long time we're practically the best of chums!"
Hermione rolled her eyes yet again and a soft inaudible chuckle escaped her lips. Best of chums… yeah right Malfoy… But the now thoughtful looking Malfoy, was continuing his train of thought.
"… Hmmmmmmmm lets see. Bushy? Na'h. Bucktooth? Nope, can't use that one any more can I? You ought to be thanking me for that one!" Grrrrrrrrrr… "…Er…"
Hermione smirked. Finally feeling as though she had gotten one over on the irritating ferret.
"Give it up Malfoy, Granger is the best one you've had so far and to be honest it sounds incredibly annoying when YOU say it…"
However, the last sentence she uttered was to be her doom, or rather make her laugh her arse off. Yet again, his already sparkley, bluey grey eyes sparkled some more. An Idea had just popped into his head that very second.
"Ah ha! I know just the name for you! If annoying is what you want than annoying is what you shall have! My little Her-my-O- ninny." Smirked Malfoy, who was trying to do his best Belgium accent he could. Of course we all know Hermione's reaction.
The 6th year Griffyndor was silent for a minute. Looking at Malfoys smiling steely eyes. However she wasn't silent for long, because, even in spite of her self, she couldn't help laughing at the silly looking boy in front of her. She laughed her self to the point where she couldn't breathe properly. While trying to regain her breathe she could see Malfoy looking pleased with himself except he was pouting slightly, still very much looking like a child. Kinda makes me think this whole Valentine mess isn't that bad after all. It's not like he'll care…
"What was wrong with that then?" The blonde asked in a silly childish voice, pretending to be hurt by her happy outburst.
"Well," Croaked the bushy haired one. " That was the worst Viktor impression I have ever heard! Ron's one is better than yours and that's saying something because he is completely crap at impersonating people." She giggled slightly as she saw a small frown appear on the pale boy's face.
"Geez, thanks. I have always wanted to be compared to Weasley that way…" he muttered. But she went on.
" Plus the fact the way you are acting is making me inclined to think that you are on drugs. Pick whichever one you want. Blimey even I can do a better impression of Viktor than you! It's "Herm-own-ninny". That's how he said it!"
She couldn't help but smile. All day nearly she had been in a bad mood, but for some reason this conversation was making her smile. Although she had to admit it was slightly freaky that something Malfoy had said was making her laugh. Of course something was bound to go wrong. It always does. It's one of those days. I've read about it… Of course that something was about to happen.
The blonde smirked slightly and let his eyes stare into Hermiones. A stand of hair fell over one of his eyes before his smirk became more sadistic. Uh oh. Here it comes…
"So?" Malfoy spoke his usual drawling tone. " You think that your better than me and that's your reason for studying so hard?"
Hermione looked confused but decided to play along. Perhaps I really will get one over him this time. HA! She gave a nod, which caused the blonde to raise an eyebrow once again.
"In every aspect of life?"
She nodded again, smirking as she went.
"You sure? Potions?"
She nodded.
" Transfiguration?"
Yet again she nodded.
"Flying on a broom stick?"
"Taking lessons, but I am better than you, make no mistake!" She lied.
"Fighting?" He asked suddenly his eyes showing an understanding of what her answer would be. She smirked.
"Do I need to remind you of our 4th year?"
He shook his head.
"Good point." He grinned sheepishly.
Hermione sighed as she got up off her chair and went to the bookshelf to replace the book she had been reading, while Malfoy fired off more random questions.
" Muggle Football?"
"Yes, my cousins taught me and they are on the under 21 squad for Man U." She replied with no sign of interest.
"Er… music?"
"Play the flute like an angel."
"Hmmmmmmm there must be something your better than me at…"
She rolled her eyes again. He really is failing to get a rise out of me. Poor Malfoy must be on drugs… Unfortunately, Malfoy was about to ask a rather… evil question, which would ultimately end up with Hermione being more pissed off than she was in the first place.
"You mean you're really better than me in everything?" He asked again in a rather coy fashion, which Hermione didn't really take any notice of at that point in time, since she was trying to find the place where she had found the book in the first place.
"Yes, Malfoy. Everything!"
He smirked.
"Really? So you telling me your better at… I don't know… say… kissing for instance?"
Miss Granger suddenly stopped dead. She blinked as she looked back over at the ferret fiend who was sitting on his seat looking very happy with himself. Thinking that he has hit a sore spot no doubt… Which in actual fact he had. Which was probably the reason why Hermione responded with.
"Naturally."
Malfoy's smirk grew in size and evilness.
"Really? That's going to be hard to prove you know?"
Hermione felt a headache making it's way through her brain.
"What are you on about Malfoy?"
Suddenly Malfoy raised himself from his chair and walked slowly toward her.
"Well I mean, how do I know if you are? I could ask Krum, but I am sure he wouldn't have anything thing good to say. You know… the whole "Break up" thing." He drawled. His eye's gleaming with glee.
The Griffyndor brain box felt her heckles rise. The annoyed homicidal feeling was starting to pump through her body again.
"Excuse me!" She growled, throwing her hands to hips with her eyes yet again narrowed looking for the easiest possible way to kill that annoying ferret. "I am pretty damn sure I rocked Viktor's socks when I kissed him!" Which could have been true if it wasn't for the fact that Krum had only kissed her once and that was a pretty crappy one at best.
The young man raised an eyebrow again.
"Really?"
"HELL YEAH!"
"Still, I don't think your better than me. Nope not one bit." Said Malfoy as he edged closer to her, trying to look as daunting as possible.
"Pfft, I could kiss better than you any day of the week you indignant little ferret!" Hermione smirked. She crossed her arms and glared at him. Little shit, thinking he is better than me. Pfft. Just you wait… But unfortunately our poor Miss Granger was playing right into the hands of the ever-annoying Malfoy.
"That sounds like a challenge to me, My little Herm-own-ninny." His smirk grew even wider once he saw Hermione's jaw drop to the floor.
Suddenly a sense of fear flushed through her heart and soul. What the f…? Malfoy was closing in and for some reason, in her panicked state; her mind became flooded with all things Ginny had told her. Images of the Vampire Lestat coming towards her in a Hogwarts robe suddenly sprang to mind. Holy shit! Ginny was right. Damn! I liked that Vampire as well! Oh crap!
"Er…" She stuttered, her eyes wide with well not fear, but it was verging on it. "Er… are you sure your not on drugs Malfoy? I mean, your not acting your usual self. Your too happy to be…"
Malfoy just tutted.
"Are you trying to back down from your own challenge? I thought Griffyndors were supposed to be brave?"
Hermione "Hmmpffed."
"I am brave!" She fumed.
He just smirked.
"Well that's good, because I don't back down from anyone's challenge. Not even yours."
The brown-eyed girl gave a large gulp and shook her head. Oh buggery bolloks. Looks like I am done for. Grrrrrrrr, stupid RANDOM-ATOR 4000, Stupid Ginny. Stupid Malfoy, who looks like that Vampire I like who is played by Tom Cruise. ARGH!
He was getting closer and closer. Hermione could feel her self back away from Malfoy until she hit something. She had backed into a corner of bookshelves. Dang…No escape for me then.
Malfoy was, practically, on top of her now. Not in the porn sense! Yet again she could feel his breath against her skin, her heart rate had rocketed. So would yours if you were this close to Malfoy! Basically she wasn't having a good time, although for some reason Malfoy seemed to be.
"Now come on Granger, you can't be that bad?" He smirked that all too "Malfoy"ish smirk, which of course caused Hermione's blood to boil look nobodies business.
"Pucker up ferret boy and prepare to enter orbit!" She snapped.
He gave her a grin before she saw his icy eyes shut behind his eyelids and saw him leaning in. So she did what any girl would do in her situation. She shut her eyes and thought of England. Well not exactly.
Great, isn't this typical? On the same day I get his name given to me by that infernal machine to send him a Valentines card, I end up in some dark corner of the Library with him about to kiss me over some stupid talk, which was freaky to begin with. Knowing my luck he'll snog my brains out and run round the school telling everyone I was crap! Grrrrrrrr. Well I'll just show him what's what! I wonder if he is any good? Argh! Don't think like that. BEAT THE FERRET!
So with that, Hermione waited with anticipation for the "Dreaded" Moment to arrive. Of course, that didn't actually happen. Instead she felt a small pat on her head, which In turn caused her to open her eyes. She found a, not sadistic, looking Malfoy giving her a small smile before he turned his back on her and walked off. Leaving a somewhat puzzled Miss Granger behind. There was a short silence before.
"YOU BASTARD!"
"MISS GRANGER!" Shouted Madame Pince.
(A/N: Wheeeeeeeee end of chapter 4. hehehe. What was Malfoy up to eh? Why is Hermione turning into a complete anger management wannbe? When are the valentines cards gonna be sent? When does the real fun begin? WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS FIC? Who knows, but it's bloody fun writing it. So until next time feel free to review. PIES! P.S HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAZ!)