"Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?"
Hermione looked up from her Arithmancy textbook to see Draco Malfoy looming
over her with a huge grin on his face.
"Not now Malfoy. I have to do Arithmancy; this number chart is killing me."
She closed her books and began to pack up so she could leave but Draco
blocked her way, not allowing her to get out of the chair. He stooped down
so that he was eye level with Hermione.
"So you need help with your numbers huh? Can I be your math tutor for the
night? We can add a bed.... Subtract your clothes.... Divide your legs....
And multiply."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears! The nerve of that boy!
"Draco Malfoy, get away from me! Just what are you trying to do?!"
Malfoy smirked and answered in his usual drawl.
"I don't know. Something tells me you're sweet. Can I have a sample?"
Draco knew he was making Hermione uncomfortable and loved the way she looked when she was angry. However, he knew when enough was enough and with a signature smirk and a wink, he left; leaving a very shaken and confused Hermione behind.
****** "Where have you been?"
Harry plopped down next to Ron on one of the many scarlet colored couches that adorned the Gryffindor common room. He had just come back from his "chat" with Malfoy and was feeling particularly empowered.
"Nowhere, I just thought I'd take a walk."
Ron nodded, "Alright then. Funny, I thought you'd been to see Malfoy. I've been thinking and I don't believe that it's a very good idea for you to accept his twisted proposition. Who knows what he really plans on doing to Hermione... you know his reputation with girls. I'd feel bad knowing that was what was going on with Herm. You know?"
'Ron always has to be the sensitive one,' thought Harry. Becoming nervous, he began to play with a piece of thread that had come loose from his sweater.
"Yeah, I was thinking that too. You're right, there's no way I could do that to Hermione."
As he told that lie, Harry felt a twinge of guilt tug at him but he brushed it off and stood eagerly.
"How about breakfast? They should be serving by now? It's nearly ten."
Ron shook his head in agreement.
"Sounds good. What are we going to do today? You and I both know we aren't going to do any homework."
Harry thought about that for a second.
"Well, we haven't been to see Hagrid in a while. How about after breakfast we go and see him?"
As the two boys walked out of the common room, they discussed their plans for the day. Ron, who always had and always would trust Harry, had completely pushed the previous question of Hermione and Draco out of his mind. Harry however, couldn't help sensing a nagging feeling in his stomach like he'd just done something he would forever regret.
****** Draco scanned the Gryffindor table, searching for Hermione. To his disappointment, she wasn't there. He went back to eating his bagel until Pansy Parkinson and her clique came and sat down next to him.
"Hey Draco. It's been a while."
Draco looked at Pansy. The girl was gorgeous. But sadly, that was about it. Her long blonde hair was wavy and soft and her bright hazel eyes held just the right touch of innocence before melting away into a hard grey, much like the color of his own. She had curves in all the right places and when she walked. Let's just say, no guy didn't watch.
"Pansy."
Pansy grabbed an apple out of the bowl in front of her and began to toss if up and down.
"The girls and I were thinking of having a little party tonight. You know? Like always."
Draco did know. The Slytherin were the party house of the school. On the weekends and sometimes on the weekdays, they would throw parties in one of the deserted dungeons in the lowest level of the school. People from all the houses were invited but only those who had a certain "air" about them actually found their way to the party. There was always good food, fun, and on occasion, muggle music. Snape knew about these parties but because Slytherin was his house, he'd never tell or make them stop. Draco attended most of these parties and there was no way he'd pass up an opportunity to check out the female population of Hogwarts when they weren't under those restraining black robes.
"Yeah I know, I've heard. I'll be there, just tell me the time and the place."
Pansy set the apple down on the table.
"I'll get back to you by lunch. See ya around?"
Draco smiled and looked at her, ignoring the lustful stares her received from her brain-dead cronies.
"You know it. And if you're not busy, maybe we can get together before the party."
Pansy didn't satisfy Draco with and answer; opting to simply saunter out the Great Hall, with her sidekicks in tow.
"Draco Malfoy, get away from me! Just what are you trying to do?!"
Malfoy smirked and answered in his usual drawl.
"I don't know. Something tells me you're sweet. Can I have a sample?"
Draco knew he was making Hermione uncomfortable and loved the way she looked when she was angry. However, he knew when enough was enough and with a signature smirk and a wink, he left; leaving a very shaken and confused Hermione behind.
****** "Where have you been?"
Harry plopped down next to Ron on one of the many scarlet colored couches that adorned the Gryffindor common room. He had just come back from his "chat" with Malfoy and was feeling particularly empowered.
"Nowhere, I just thought I'd take a walk."
Ron nodded, "Alright then. Funny, I thought you'd been to see Malfoy. I've been thinking and I don't believe that it's a very good idea for you to accept his twisted proposition. Who knows what he really plans on doing to Hermione... you know his reputation with girls. I'd feel bad knowing that was what was going on with Herm. You know?"
'Ron always has to be the sensitive one,' thought Harry. Becoming nervous, he began to play with a piece of thread that had come loose from his sweater.
"Yeah, I was thinking that too. You're right, there's no way I could do that to Hermione."
As he told that lie, Harry felt a twinge of guilt tug at him but he brushed it off and stood eagerly.
"How about breakfast? They should be serving by now? It's nearly ten."
Ron shook his head in agreement.
"Sounds good. What are we going to do today? You and I both know we aren't going to do any homework."
Harry thought about that for a second.
"Well, we haven't been to see Hagrid in a while. How about after breakfast we go and see him?"
As the two boys walked out of the common room, they discussed their plans for the day. Ron, who always had and always would trust Harry, had completely pushed the previous question of Hermione and Draco out of his mind. Harry however, couldn't help sensing a nagging feeling in his stomach like he'd just done something he would forever regret.
****** Draco scanned the Gryffindor table, searching for Hermione. To his disappointment, she wasn't there. He went back to eating his bagel until Pansy Parkinson and her clique came and sat down next to him.
"Hey Draco. It's been a while."
Draco looked at Pansy. The girl was gorgeous. But sadly, that was about it. Her long blonde hair was wavy and soft and her bright hazel eyes held just the right touch of innocence before melting away into a hard grey, much like the color of his own. She had curves in all the right places and when she walked. Let's just say, no guy didn't watch.
"Pansy."
Pansy grabbed an apple out of the bowl in front of her and began to toss if up and down.
"The girls and I were thinking of having a little party tonight. You know? Like always."
Draco did know. The Slytherin were the party house of the school. On the weekends and sometimes on the weekdays, they would throw parties in one of the deserted dungeons in the lowest level of the school. People from all the houses were invited but only those who had a certain "air" about them actually found their way to the party. There was always good food, fun, and on occasion, muggle music. Snape knew about these parties but because Slytherin was his house, he'd never tell or make them stop. Draco attended most of these parties and there was no way he'd pass up an opportunity to check out the female population of Hogwarts when they weren't under those restraining black robes.
"Yeah I know, I've heard. I'll be there, just tell me the time and the place."
Pansy set the apple down on the table.
"I'll get back to you by lunch. See ya around?"
Draco smiled and looked at her, ignoring the lustful stares her received from her brain-dead cronies.
"You know it. And if you're not busy, maybe we can get together before the party."
Pansy didn't satisfy Draco with and answer; opting to simply saunter out the Great Hall, with her sidekicks in tow.