Title: Written On My Heart
Author name: SoulTattoo
Category: Romance/Humour/Angst
Summary: With all these 'Hate' and 'Dark Arts' advancing in the wizarding world, Hogwarts has decided tp set up and experiment with a new enrichment course for all Gryffindor and Slytherin students to experience and learn the meaning of 'Love'. In this story, it shows how the relationship between a certain Gryffindor Prefect and Slytherin Prefect progress during the short six months. A Draco/Hermione story.
DISCLAIMER: Hers, not mine. Hers, not mine. Just keep repeating that in my head and everything will go perfectly fine.
Author's Note: Thanks to all who reviewed! All reviews are greatly appreciated. But, like I said before, when I wrote the 2nd chapter, I had not completely read finish the fifth book yet, so please excuse me for the mistakes I made in the previous chapter, because, now that I'm finally done with it, I realized that prefects ain't suppose to take away points from houses. As usual, being so blur, I didn't know. Now.. As requested, a new chapter..
Chapter 3
Hermione stomped down the hallways, obviously hurt and angered by what Malfoy had said. This had not been the first time that those words had came out from his mouth, but Hermione had enough of Malfoy's taunts and insults. So what if I am a damn filthy mudblood? So what? At least I'm smarter than you, loser!
She sneaked a glance over a shoulder. Thank goodness he was not trailing after her.
Now that she was alone, with the parchment in her trembling hands, she slowly cooled herself down, and blinked away those tears. After all, what Malfoy said was not true, she rationaled, he just said it to make himself feel better and superior. Feeling satisfied for only a few seonds, however, another worry flashed across her mind.
Now what? She sighed. With Malfoy gone, the hunt could not be completed, and if the hunt was not completed, let alone started, Professor Love would not give them a good report, which would later on affect her NEWTs!
As NEWTs crossed her mind, Hermione's brow furrowed in frustration. Where the hell is he? As though answering her thoughts, he suddenly appeared from behind the shadows, sneering with a look of satisfaction painted on his face.
"Yes, I'm here Granger," He said in a somewhat haughty manner, waving his hands as though he was dismissing a house elf, "But the reason why I followed you is not to apologize to you, but is regarding the report you told me that was to be included in the NEWTs-"
"- Therefore it would be pleasantly better for us to learn how to communicate and compromise together properly." He finished with a smug look on his face.
"Okay. Whatever." Hermione muttered, "Like I said before, the first item is found in the Astronomy Tower, where the second clue is yet to be found. So, hurry up."
Draco made a grunting noise, and stuffed both his hands into his pockets, his voice showing traces of boredom as he yawned loudly, "Go on, lead the way."
"Can you at least walk faster, Malfoy?" Hermione huffed. With Malfoy strolling at this speed, they would probably finish the hunt after dawn. Then, something in her head lit up, "Remember, if we were the first team, we could have a good report..."
That got Draco to move his legs faster.
"Ah-hah! There it is, Malfoy!" Hermione announced gleefully, pointing at the pot and box that was situated in the middle of the Astronomy Tower.
"Yes, Granger. I noticed," He snorted, "You're making a fool out of me."
Conjuring up a small chest with her wand, Hermione picked up a snake skin and placed it slowly and carefully into the chest, choosing to ignore Draco's snide remark. Slippery and icky, she scrunched up her nose, stinks too, reminds me of someone familiar... someone by the name of Draco Malfoy.
"Mobiliarbus!" Hermione whispered, and the chest floated beside her. Satisfied that her spell had worked, she opened up the box and scooped out the next clue.
As she read the riddle, she felt Draco slowly walking up beside her, his chest pressing lightly against her back softly, and his warm breath felt at the side of her neck, giving her a tingling sensation.
"The Quidditch Field," he declared when he saw Hermione's puzzled look, "It figures." Then, he blinked again in shock as the words disappeared, forming a new sentence, find the boomslang skin.
"I'll take the chest," Draco offered suddenly, as he swiftly caught it in his hands, and turned around, heels clicking softly as he walked down the hallway. Hermione just followed him, skipping a few steps to catch up with his fast footsteps.
Alas, Draco and Hermione strolled back into the classroom after they had completed the treasure hunt, a look of horror both casted upon their faces. Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson had beat them to it!
Draco was speechless for moment, then turned to an equally surprised Hermione, "What's the meaning of this, Granger? I thought that you were very confident of us clinching first place in this hunt?" He whispered dangerously.
"I didn't exactly say that, Malfoy!" Hermione spoke defensively, "Besides, second place is not too bad, especially since we were forced to figure out those riddles together!" Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest. She never ever would have thought that Ron and Pansy would actually beat her to it!
"Malfoys. Don't. Settle. For. Second. Place. My dear mudblood," Draco growled under his breath.
"Well, it's time you Malfoys did," She retorted, "After all, ever since everyone knew that Lucius Malfoy was a Death Eater and thrown into Azkaban, it's time you've learnt that your family name is ruined... destroyed."
Red suffused into Draco's cheeks as the words Hermione had said replayed in his head. Fighting to keep back the emotions that was trying to surge out of him, he licked his lips viciously and with a darkened expression on his face, leered directly into her face, "Never mention my father's or family name in front of me again, or I may do something you'll regret forever, mudblood."
"Whatever," Hermione replied placidly. Though Malfoy's words had mentally affected her, she refused to show any visible reactions that might please him.
Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, kindly place your cage on my table.
Both of them desultorily walked towards the teacher's table and dumped the cage forcefully, before dragging their feet toward their seats. Hermione was busy doing anything that would Draco's eyes, while the Draco, on the other hand, had a sinister look on his face, deep in his thoughts while he stared stoically into space.
Before Hermione plopped herself onto the stool, she made sure that her seat was pushed slightly further away her partner. At the exact same moment, someone tapped onto her shoulder from behind.
"What?!" Hermione jumped on her seat suddenly as she turned around, "Oh, Ron!"
"You'll never believe my luck, Hermione." Ron said sulkily, biting his lip as he spoke, "You know the prize that the Professor Love told us if we managed to complete the hunt as first place?"
Hermione had a puzzled look, but she nodded her head and asked Ron to continue.
"Well, I have to spend this weekend with Pansy Parkinson in Hogsmeade." He sighed dejectedly, and shoved a piece of parchment into her hands, "Here, read it."
To Mr. Ron Weasley and Ms. Pansy Parkinson,
Congratulations in making first place in this treasure hunt! As an appreciation for participating in this game so enthusiastically, I have decided to reward both of you by giving you a treat at the Three Broomsticks on this coming Saturday, where everything is on the house! I really hope that this would further improve on your friendship and getting to know of each other.
Signed by,
Adeline Amour
Hermione reread the letter before handing it back to him, "Is she for real? You are forced to spend one whole long Saturday with that Parkinson girl? Ron, that's terrible!"
"You can say that again, Hermione," Ron grumbled.
Hermione glanced over at Pansy Parksinson's direction, where she was busy admiring her gothic black nails, "How did you manage to work -"
Before she could complete her sentence, a lazy drawl was calling out to her, "Granger."
Hermione deftly turned around and shot a death glare at the owner of the voice, "What, Malfoy? Got any manners left in you? Can't you see that I'm talking to Ron?"
"You might want to see what the professor had to say." He spoke languidly, adding, "Don't get your filthy hands all over the piece of parchment, unless you would perhaps decide to keep it." Smiling sweetly at her, he turned his attention back to Pansy Parkinson.
To Mr. Draco Malfoy and Ms. Hermione Granger,
Great job doing the hunt. Hope that you had a great time! [Yeah right, Hermione rolled her eyes.] Congratulations for making it second, and I sincerely do know that you and your partner could have done better than this. Please stay back after this.
Adeline Amour
After Hermione had read finish the letter to Ron, several pairs had entered the classroom. And most of their faces were either contorted into fury and disgust, or were still quarrelling among each other. Only Harry, Crabbe and Goyle were not bickering among each other. Harry was visibly worn out, while Crabbe and Goyle had perplexed expressions fixated on their faces.
"Looks like Harry also didn't have the time of his life either," Ron whispered over Hermione's shoulder.
After every student had returned back to the classroom (Seamus and Blaise were the last team to arrive) and their items inspected by Professor Love, they quickly grabbed their books from the table and hurried out of the classroom. Each in their mind, thinking joyously, finally.. I'm Slytherin/Gryffindor-free! Those two hours really sucked big time.
While Hermione waved Harry and Ron to go off to their next lessons first, Draco was glaring at her with the corner of his eye. Crabbe and Goyle were to busy picking up their scrolls and parchment that they had accidentally dropped onto the floor, that they did not notice that he was standing beside them.
As both Draco and Hermione approached the teacher's table, a stern voice from above spoke.
I assume that as Prefects, you should by now know that keeping the noise level down and showing a good example to your peers is something that should ought to be done. However, both of you have put on a disappointing behaviour today, and I'm terribly shocked by this. Words such as 'mudblood' and badmouthing of family names are profanities in my opinion. Therefore, I sincerely hope that such things would not ever happen again. Thank you. However, both of you have kindly volunteered to tutor the second years of Slytherin and Gryffindor in Potions and Transfiguration for two hours during the next two months. You can start tomorrow at the Great Hall at eight in the evening.
Hermione tilted her head down shamefully, and nodded solemnly. Draco, however, scowled at teacher's table in disgust, muttering something like '... Wait to I tell Father...' under his breath. Draco, 'being the perfect gentleman', allowed Hermione to walk out of the classroom first, as he trailed slowly behind, a weary expression loomed over his face. One hand carrying his schoolbag, while the other one held the time table for the week. Next lesson – Transfiguration with Hufflepuffs. Oh great!
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