Each house slowly made their back to their dormitories. All the Gryffindors made their way up the staircases, while Hermione went in the opposite direction. Ron grabbed her arm. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm Head Girl, remember. Justin Finch-Fletchey's the other Head Boy. We have our own dormitories. Ron reluctantly let go of her arm and Hermione went on her way. (A/N: This isn't gonna be Ron/Hermione, don't worry.) Justin and Hermione entered their dormitories through a portrait of a serpent. Inside there were two comfy red couches, some chairs and tables, and a fireplace. There were two other paintings in the room. One was of Godric Gryffindor and the other, Helga Hufflepuff. Hermione went into her room and was pulled into a deep sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The next day, Hermione woke up to the sunlight streaming through her window, but the reason she woke up was because there was some loud, very bad singing coming from outside her room. She walked out, still in her nightgown, and saw steam coming from under the bathroom door. "Justin's singing in the shower. How cute." Hermione thought to herself. She went into the bathroom (A/N: You can't see into the shower) and turned the cold water knob on the sink. A high pitched yelp came from the shower. "At least the singing stopped." She thought.
Hermione's first class of the day was…"Potions," she mumbled to herself, unable to keep the tone of disgust out of her voice. She wrapped her robes tighter around her as the cold air from the dungeons started to surround her. She was about to enter, when an arm braced itself across the door frame. A lean, muscular body positioned itself in front of Hermione, blocking the entrance to the classrooms. Draco pushed his body up against hers, causing her to cling to his robes for support.
"You'll do well to remember that I can do anything I want around these dungeons. They're my home away from home." Draco sneered. He backed off of her and circled around her.
"I'm not scared of you, Malfoy." Hermione mumbled, through clenched teeth. She realized that she sounded like she was reassuring herself of that.
"For the cleverest witch in Hogwarts," he leaned down, his lips grazing her ear with every word spoken, "you really are a fool." She swallowed as his lips opened and closed on her ear and his warm breath played along it. She felt a blush rising on her cheeks, when it all suddenly stopped. Ron and Harry had Draco up against the wall.
"Ron let's just go." Hermione sighed. Draco smirked at the two boys. Ron may have been taller than him, but Draco had more muscle from years of Quidditch. The only one that could've given him a good fight was Potter. Draco brushed off his robes as if he'd just been touched by something filthy. Nothing could have prepared them for Potions that day.
"Today, class, we will be making a higher grade of veratiserum. Not only will it make the drinker tell the truth, but it will also expose future truths that they would've kept lies." Snape said. He glanced around at the class that looked frightened at the thought of some of their secrets being revealed. The class worked on their potions, each of them trying to mess up so that they wouldn't have to reveal anything they didn't want others to know. With Snape circling each pair, messing up was almost impossible. He knew what they were trying to do. Unfotunately for Hermione, she was stuck with Malfoy. After the class had finished their potions. They had to test it on one another. Hermione tested Draco first.
"What's your first name?" she asked.
"Draco." He answered.
Do you actually like Snape?"
"No." Hermione laughed to herself. She considered recording the conversation.
"Would you like to see him in a thong?"
"Yes, in the best sense. It'd make a hilarious picture." She had to agree with that. They only got to ask three questions each, and now it was Draco's turn. He didn't even want to know what information he'd given to Hermione, so he just hurried along. He started with normal questions.
"Do you have any pets?" He asked her.
"Yes, a cat." She answered.
"What's your favorite food?"
"Fried chicken." Hermione answered.
Then, Draco got mischievious.
"Now, last question," he started, "Do you like it when I do this?"
He wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned forward. He wasn't going to let her off that easy. His lips were inches from hers…then…he stopped. What was he doing? Was he insane? She's a mudblood. It's ok to tease, but to actually touch the lips of something so filthy. For a moment, he had forgotten Hermione was there. He remembered when he heard a soft "yes" from in front of him.