Hermione fumed all the way up to the castle, cursing Malfoy over and over again. He was such a lecher, harassing her like that. What made her even angrier was the fact that he had been her first. She continued to boil with rage. Harry and Ron looked on half-fearfully, unsure of what to say or do. She looked like she might bite their heads off if they got too close.
Heavy drops of rain began to fall as they left the carriages, causing them to run for cover. Just as she dashed inside, she tripped over someone's leg and fell. However, instead of skidding to a halt on the hard wet ground she found herself falling softly into a pair of strong gentle arms. She looked up thankfully but her relief instantly turned to disgust as she realized it was Malfoy. She tried to push herself up, but he wouldn't let go of her once she was standing.
"Let me go perv," she demanded.
"Say thank you Draco," he said. She stubbornly stayed silent. He tightened his grip on her wrists. Finally she let out a gasp of pain.
"Say it," he said haughtily.
"Thank you," she spat.
"Thank you Draco," he corrected.
"thank you Malfoy," she sighed.
"DRACO," he demanded.
Suddenly Harry and Ron appeared. Draco released her wrists and she stumbled backward into Harry. Ron glared at Malfoy before he followed Mione and Harry into the great hall.

Hermione sighed and flopped down on her bed. Nothing had happened during dinner thankfully, and she had made it back to her dorm without too much ado. She was glad that Harry and Ron were back to normal, but Malfoy. Malfoy.
She woke up the next morning to the sound of her roommates' voices and realized that she'd never changed into her pajamas last night. She quickly changed into clean clothes and hurried down to breakfast before Lavender could ask her any stupid questions about the messiness of her tresses.
She met Harry and Ron halfway there and they walked leisurely down to breakfast. Hearty porridge and English muffins quickly sated their hunger and they sat back so they could receive their schedules. She skimmed over it quickly.
"Fuck," she said under her breath. Double potions with Slytherin. She groaned inwardly, wishing she could sink into the table like the vanished food. Slowly she got up from the table, gathering her books from the table where she had had them propped against various items so that she could read. Harry and Ron had been called over by Fred and George, so Hermione walked to potions by herself. She did not want to be late for her first class. Suddenly, she felt a familiar wave of cold pass over her. Her nipples protruded from under her shirt and her bra was missing again. Fuck you Malfoy, she thought. She ran for her dorm. There was no way she going to potions without her bra.

By the time she reached the dungeon she was late. She swore under breath as she raced into the classroom.
"Late, Ms. Granger? Tsk, tsk. Report to my office for detention at seven o'clock tonight," Snape sneered. She sighed in exasperation. "Shall me make it a week then? Whatever you wish."
She sat down in a huff. She could hear Malfoy snickering with Crabbe and Goyle. By the end of class she was so indignant that she tipped her cauldron over, spilling her already atrocious potion.
"Two weeks Granger," Snape snapped. Hermione accepted silently, knowing there was nothing she could do.