Chapter 2
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"Where is she?" Draco said to himself.
It was already 7:45 and yet Granger still wasn't here. Usually, she was the one first to arrive at these meetings, the reason why he woke up so early so that he could be there early, too, and so they can chat for a while. Or rather, so that he could tease her and get her to talk to him. Shortly after Padma Patil, the Ravenclaw prefect, and Marlon Maguire, the Hufflepuff prefect arrived.
"Hey Draco," Marlon greeted. He nodded at him. He and Marlon are in good terms simply because he isn't like the other Hufflepuffs.
"Where's Hermione?" Padma asked.
"Am I her keeper?" he spat at her. He knew he shouldn't put his anger out on her but that's the way it's going to be. Besides, she was the one who brought her name up.
"It's just a question, Malfoy," Padma snapped. "Are you always this cheerful? Or is it that time of the month again?"
"None of your business, Patil," he snapped back. Who is she to talk him like that? She's just a Ravenclaw and Ravenclaws don't become know-it-ally on Malfoys. Besides, he really didn't know where Granger was. All his plans of talking to her first thing in the morning vanished because obviously she still wasn't here. Probably still with Potter. He scowled.
The door opened and McGonagall entered the room, eyeing all of them in one glance. She went in front. "Where is miss Granger?" He shrugged along with Patil and Marlon. McGonagall pursed her lips. It was clear that she wasn't impressed with Granger's tardiness. It was already 8:05 and Hermione, who was usually 30 minutes early, still wasn't there. But for some reason that wasn't the case today. So McGonagall just started the meeting without Hermione. It was just the usual thing, anyway. "Always remember your assignments. Patrol the first floor, Padma, the second, Marlon, the third, Draco and." she trailed away and pursed her lips again. The fourth floor was Hermione's assignment.
At that moment, the door burst open with a loud bang as it hit the wall and Hermione went running inside, her hair trailing after her. She stopped by her seat, panting. "I'm sorry I'm late, professor," Hermione said. "I wasn't able to sleep much last night and I woke up late."
Draco couldn't stop the smirk from creeping onto his face and saying, "I wonder why." Marlon smiled and Padma giggled at this.
"That's enough, mister Malfoy. Take your seat, miss Granger," McGonagall said. "I trust this won't happen again. Understand?" She looked Hermione squarely in the eye. Hermione nodded. "I'm really sorry, professor." McGonagall nodded and asked her to take her seat.
Hermione sat down and wiped the sweat on her forehead. Draco, who was sitting beside her, leaned towards her. "Had a nice night?" Hermione glared at him because she knew what he was talking about.
"What is it to you, Malfoy?" Hermione whispered back scathingly. "Besides, aren't you the star seeker of the moment? I assume you've had five different girls on your bed last night. Not that I care." Padma and Marlon both listened with interest at their conversation.
He glared at her. If he only knew that she was the only girl he'd ever want to get in bed with. "What are you talking about, Granger? I thought you were the topic here," he replied. "So did you give Potter a really sensual consolation prize? Because I know he's not used to losing, especially to me."
She frowned at him, but she didn't say anything. She concentrated on what McGonagall was saying (something about guiding some students who need help in their studies and setting a good example to all) and ignored Malfoy's comment. Soon, the meeting ended and Hermione gladly walked to the door to leave when Malfoy went beside her.
"What do you want this time, Malfoy?" Hermione said. "Are you going to gloat once more about winning in the match?"
"Well, no, but now that you've mentioned it, maybe I will," he said with a smirk.
"You are disgusting," she said. "I don't know why you become so happy at other people's mistakes and sadness. It makes you the worst person that I know and the lowest form of wizard that I can ever imagine." He stared back at her. Her words plunged straight into his heart, hurting him. He didn't know what to say to that but he knew that it's true. That's how he is because that was how he was brought up. She gave him one last disgust look, opened the door and left. He followed her outside and was hoping to apologize when he saw Harry and her kissing in the hall and leave holding each other's hands. He turned and walked the other way. Maybe he'd miss breakfast today. He felt like he was going to throw up.
** "How was your meeting?" Harry asked as he put his arm around her waist.
"Fine," she replied dully. She was still feeling upset about what Malfoy had said earlier. She didn't like it when he would rejoice at other people's mishaps, especially at Harry's. Harry already had many disasters in his life to last him a lifetime and she didn't want Malfoy to add any more to that. He's just jealous, she thought to herself.
"Yeah and you just failed every exam that you've taken," Harry said.
This got her attention. "What?" Harry grinned at her. "You weren't listening to a thing that I was saying, Hermione."
She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just thinking of what Professor McGonagall said earlier," she told him. "And I believe it was your fault."
Harry bowed his head and looked completely sorry. "I'm sorry about getting you late. I know that that was very important to you. I promise you that it will never happen again. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Yes," she replied with a smile. He looked up at her, his eyes full of hope. "You can shut up and kiss me," she finished.
At this, Harry stopped walking, making Hermione stop, too. (They were in front of the great hall) He smiled widely and said, "Gladly." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, making her body tingle in every single way. "I'm really sorry," Harry said as he leaned forward again to give her another kiss. She giggled. Harry felt so sorry that it seemed as if what he did was such a big thing, which it wasn't. Besides, she really enjoyed spending the night with him and nothing could make her feel bad about that.
"You're too sorry, mister Potter," she said.
"Well, I did get you late," he replied. "I'm sorry again."
She sighed. "If you say sorry one more time, I won't sleep with you again." Harry looked horrified at this. "Hermione. I'm--."
"Watch what you say," she said. "I believe you were about to say sorry once more."
He grinned. "All right." He tucked a strand of her hair behind he ear and rested his forehead on hers. "I love you."
She smiled at him and kissed him. "I love you, too."
"Oy!" they heard a voice call out from the great hall. A voice they knew only too well. "Oy!" it called again. "Will you two stop being mushy for once and get in here?" She grinned at Harry and they went in the great hall together. They sat down side by side in front of Ron.
"Sorry, Ron," she said.
"Yeah," Harry added.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure in about a couple of minutes you two will be back to being mushy again, so don't bother," Ron said. "By the way, Harry, Quidditch practice tonight."
Harry looked at him with surprise. "What?" he said. "We just had a game, Ron."
"I'm serious, Harry," Ron said, taking a bite from a pumpkin pie. "After that performance, we need to work on our plays. Besides, I'm sure Hermione won't mind being alone in bed for once."
She blushed at this. "Ron, I can't believe you said that," she said as some people near them heard this and looked their way. "But I think Harry's right. I mean you guys are still tired from yesterday. Don't you guys get some kind of rest or something?"
"After losing that way? We don't deserve rest," Ron said, standing up. "I'm done. I'll go ahead to class."
Harry looked at Hermione as Ron walked away. "It's okay," she said, reading his eyes. "I think Ron's right anyway. We've been doing it too often."
"Don't say that," Harry said. "I'll come up as soon as we get done with practice, okay?"
She smiled at him. "I can come to your practice, if I'm not busy." She forked a piece of chicken and fed it to him. Harry ate it. "That would be nice," he replied.
** "This kidney pie tastes really nice, Draco," Blaise said, offering a bite to him. Draco jerked his head away.
"No thanks," he said, glaring at Hermione as she fed Harry a piece of chicken.
Look at them, he thought to himself. They're so disgusting. I can't believe they're being so sappy in front of everyone else. Oh, right! No one would mind because they're everyone's favorite couple. Everyone is used to them being like that all the time. For some reason, this made Draco fume even more. No one would think that if I were Hermione's boyfriend. Everyone would think that she had made a mistake, in which he thought was not true. I could be the perfect boyfriend if I wanted to.
"Oh, come on, Draco," Blaise said, still offering a bite of the kidney pie. "You hardly touched your food. You need to eat something."
"I said I-," he began but stopped. Maybe he could turn this to his advantage. Maybe he could make Hermione jealous. He ate the piece of pie that Blaise was offering him with her fork. Blaise smiled sweetly. Sickeningly sweet, according to him. He looked up to see if Granger saw them, but she was already walking out of the great hall with Potter's arm around her shoulders. Great! Nice move, Draco. What's the point of making her jealous when she's so in love with the Potty? He sighed angrily, stood up and went to class.
He arrived in Charms, shortly after and immediately scanned the room. He was sitting at the very back and he could see everyone. His eyes stopped on one spot. Granger. She was sitting in between Harry, the boyfriend and Ron, the bodyguard, who looked like they were in a heated discussion. He wondered if she was ever without them. It seemed as if wherever she was, they were always there, or rather, Potter was always there. The inseparable couple. He sat back on his chair and stared at her. She flipped her pretty brown hair over her shoulder. It used to be bushy but now, it was straight and shiny. He didn't know what she did to it, but it worked for her and it made her much more attractive. He was staring at her in what seemed like forever when Hermione turned around and looked at him.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story.
"Where is she?" Draco said to himself.
It was already 7:45 and yet Granger still wasn't here. Usually, she was the one first to arrive at these meetings, the reason why he woke up so early so that he could be there early, too, and so they can chat for a while. Or rather, so that he could tease her and get her to talk to him. Shortly after Padma Patil, the Ravenclaw prefect, and Marlon Maguire, the Hufflepuff prefect arrived.
"Hey Draco," Marlon greeted. He nodded at him. He and Marlon are in good terms simply because he isn't like the other Hufflepuffs.
"Where's Hermione?" Padma asked.
"Am I her keeper?" he spat at her. He knew he shouldn't put his anger out on her but that's the way it's going to be. Besides, she was the one who brought her name up.
"It's just a question, Malfoy," Padma snapped. "Are you always this cheerful? Or is it that time of the month again?"
"None of your business, Patil," he snapped back. Who is she to talk him like that? She's just a Ravenclaw and Ravenclaws don't become know-it-ally on Malfoys. Besides, he really didn't know where Granger was. All his plans of talking to her first thing in the morning vanished because obviously she still wasn't here. Probably still with Potter. He scowled.
The door opened and McGonagall entered the room, eyeing all of them in one glance. She went in front. "Where is miss Granger?" He shrugged along with Patil and Marlon. McGonagall pursed her lips. It was clear that she wasn't impressed with Granger's tardiness. It was already 8:05 and Hermione, who was usually 30 minutes early, still wasn't there. But for some reason that wasn't the case today. So McGonagall just started the meeting without Hermione. It was just the usual thing, anyway. "Always remember your assignments. Patrol the first floor, Padma, the second, Marlon, the third, Draco and." she trailed away and pursed her lips again. The fourth floor was Hermione's assignment.
At that moment, the door burst open with a loud bang as it hit the wall and Hermione went running inside, her hair trailing after her. She stopped by her seat, panting. "I'm sorry I'm late, professor," Hermione said. "I wasn't able to sleep much last night and I woke up late."
Draco couldn't stop the smirk from creeping onto his face and saying, "I wonder why." Marlon smiled and Padma giggled at this.
"That's enough, mister Malfoy. Take your seat, miss Granger," McGonagall said. "I trust this won't happen again. Understand?" She looked Hermione squarely in the eye. Hermione nodded. "I'm really sorry, professor." McGonagall nodded and asked her to take her seat.
Hermione sat down and wiped the sweat on her forehead. Draco, who was sitting beside her, leaned towards her. "Had a nice night?" Hermione glared at him because she knew what he was talking about.
"What is it to you, Malfoy?" Hermione whispered back scathingly. "Besides, aren't you the star seeker of the moment? I assume you've had five different girls on your bed last night. Not that I care." Padma and Marlon both listened with interest at their conversation.
He glared at her. If he only knew that she was the only girl he'd ever want to get in bed with. "What are you talking about, Granger? I thought you were the topic here," he replied. "So did you give Potter a really sensual consolation prize? Because I know he's not used to losing, especially to me."
She frowned at him, but she didn't say anything. She concentrated on what McGonagall was saying (something about guiding some students who need help in their studies and setting a good example to all) and ignored Malfoy's comment. Soon, the meeting ended and Hermione gladly walked to the door to leave when Malfoy went beside her.
"What do you want this time, Malfoy?" Hermione said. "Are you going to gloat once more about winning in the match?"
"Well, no, but now that you've mentioned it, maybe I will," he said with a smirk.
"You are disgusting," she said. "I don't know why you become so happy at other people's mistakes and sadness. It makes you the worst person that I know and the lowest form of wizard that I can ever imagine." He stared back at her. Her words plunged straight into his heart, hurting him. He didn't know what to say to that but he knew that it's true. That's how he is because that was how he was brought up. She gave him one last disgust look, opened the door and left. He followed her outside and was hoping to apologize when he saw Harry and her kissing in the hall and leave holding each other's hands. He turned and walked the other way. Maybe he'd miss breakfast today. He felt like he was going to throw up.
** "How was your meeting?" Harry asked as he put his arm around her waist.
"Fine," she replied dully. She was still feeling upset about what Malfoy had said earlier. She didn't like it when he would rejoice at other people's mishaps, especially at Harry's. Harry already had many disasters in his life to last him a lifetime and she didn't want Malfoy to add any more to that. He's just jealous, she thought to herself.
"Yeah and you just failed every exam that you've taken," Harry said.
This got her attention. "What?" Harry grinned at her. "You weren't listening to a thing that I was saying, Hermione."
She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just thinking of what Professor McGonagall said earlier," she told him. "And I believe it was your fault."
Harry bowed his head and looked completely sorry. "I'm sorry about getting you late. I know that that was very important to you. I promise you that it will never happen again. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
"Yes," she replied with a smile. He looked up at her, his eyes full of hope. "You can shut up and kiss me," she finished.
At this, Harry stopped walking, making Hermione stop, too. (They were in front of the great hall) He smiled widely and said, "Gladly." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, making her body tingle in every single way. "I'm really sorry," Harry said as he leaned forward again to give her another kiss. She giggled. Harry felt so sorry that it seemed as if what he did was such a big thing, which it wasn't. Besides, she really enjoyed spending the night with him and nothing could make her feel bad about that.
"You're too sorry, mister Potter," she said.
"Well, I did get you late," he replied. "I'm sorry again."
She sighed. "If you say sorry one more time, I won't sleep with you again." Harry looked horrified at this. "Hermione. I'm--."
"Watch what you say," she said. "I believe you were about to say sorry once more."
He grinned. "All right." He tucked a strand of her hair behind he ear and rested his forehead on hers. "I love you."
She smiled at him and kissed him. "I love you, too."
"Oy!" they heard a voice call out from the great hall. A voice they knew only too well. "Oy!" it called again. "Will you two stop being mushy for once and get in here?" She grinned at Harry and they went in the great hall together. They sat down side by side in front of Ron.
"Sorry, Ron," she said.
"Yeah," Harry added.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure in about a couple of minutes you two will be back to being mushy again, so don't bother," Ron said. "By the way, Harry, Quidditch practice tonight."
Harry looked at him with surprise. "What?" he said. "We just had a game, Ron."
"I'm serious, Harry," Ron said, taking a bite from a pumpkin pie. "After that performance, we need to work on our plays. Besides, I'm sure Hermione won't mind being alone in bed for once."
She blushed at this. "Ron, I can't believe you said that," she said as some people near them heard this and looked their way. "But I think Harry's right. I mean you guys are still tired from yesterday. Don't you guys get some kind of rest or something?"
"After losing that way? We don't deserve rest," Ron said, standing up. "I'm done. I'll go ahead to class."
Harry looked at Hermione as Ron walked away. "It's okay," she said, reading his eyes. "I think Ron's right anyway. We've been doing it too often."
"Don't say that," Harry said. "I'll come up as soon as we get done with practice, okay?"
She smiled at him. "I can come to your practice, if I'm not busy." She forked a piece of chicken and fed it to him. Harry ate it. "That would be nice," he replied.
** "This kidney pie tastes really nice, Draco," Blaise said, offering a bite to him. Draco jerked his head away.
"No thanks," he said, glaring at Hermione as she fed Harry a piece of chicken.
Look at them, he thought to himself. They're so disgusting. I can't believe they're being so sappy in front of everyone else. Oh, right! No one would mind because they're everyone's favorite couple. Everyone is used to them being like that all the time. For some reason, this made Draco fume even more. No one would think that if I were Hermione's boyfriend. Everyone would think that she had made a mistake, in which he thought was not true. I could be the perfect boyfriend if I wanted to.
"Oh, come on, Draco," Blaise said, still offering a bite of the kidney pie. "You hardly touched your food. You need to eat something."
"I said I-," he began but stopped. Maybe he could turn this to his advantage. Maybe he could make Hermione jealous. He ate the piece of pie that Blaise was offering him with her fork. Blaise smiled sweetly. Sickeningly sweet, according to him. He looked up to see if Granger saw them, but she was already walking out of the great hall with Potter's arm around her shoulders. Great! Nice move, Draco. What's the point of making her jealous when she's so in love with the Potty? He sighed angrily, stood up and went to class.
He arrived in Charms, shortly after and immediately scanned the room. He was sitting at the very back and he could see everyone. His eyes stopped on one spot. Granger. She was sitting in between Harry, the boyfriend and Ron, the bodyguard, who looked like they were in a heated discussion. He wondered if she was ever without them. It seemed as if wherever she was, they were always there, or rather, Potter was always there. The inseparable couple. He sat back on his chair and stared at her. She flipped her pretty brown hair over her shoulder. It used to be bushy but now, it was straight and shiny. He didn't know what she did to it, but it worked for her and it made her much more attractive. He was staring at her in what seemed like forever when Hermione turned around and looked at him.