Authors Notes: Here is the second chapter! When I first put the story on, I accidentally put in my first 4 chapters! Then I fixed it! Phew! Anyway! On with the show!
Chapter 2- Fraternizing with the Enemy
Hermione got out of bed the next morning, full of life and happiness. She had kissed Ron! Hermione Granger! Bookwarm extroadinair! She quickly got dressed, and decided very thoughtfully, that she did not wish to wear her robes. She glanced in the mirror, and had finally noticed for the first time, how much she had changed. She glanced down at her pajamas, and the memory of last night came back, and hit her with a such a force that she began to blush. Ron had touched her….she let her hand run over her calve remembering his soft touch on her skin. She shivered, and took in her changed body that she had, unintentionally shown to Harry and Ron.
She quickly got out of her pajamas, carefully putting them away. Her roommates were still asleep, but she wanted to take a quick shower before she got dressed. And how very quick it was, she washed her hair, using her vanilla scented shampoo which Pavarti had sent her during the summer in Bulgaria.
She grabbed a silver tank top and the traditional Hogwarts skirt. She changed quietly, and brushed her hair. She didn't even need to put a spell or her old gel in it. It simply dried in ringlets on it's on. She preferred it like that anyway. For some reason, she didn't feel like wearing her black robe which covered up so much. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she didn't seem to really care. She felt lighthearted and everything seemed to be going wonderfully. She took out some lip gloss, and placed some on her lips. She didn't wear any make up at all, but today she decided to put on a faint touch of silver eye shadow. The silver in her shirt, matched the gray patterns in her skirt. She took her hogwarts sweater, and tied it around her neck. She looked like one of those private school girls in the muggle world. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and ran down the stairs only to be greeted by a flushed looking Ron, and a quiet looking Harry.
They didn't notice her yet, they were whispering quietly by the couches. She caught her name every so often in their hushed conversation.
"Harry, honestly, you're mad, the Yule Ball isn't for a while, what's the point in asking her now?"
"Ron you git, she could find a date before you get to ask her!"
"So soon?" Ron practically yelled.
"You were there last night Ron, you saw how..." Harry paused. "Good she looked."
Ron reddened even more. He nodded, and happened to glance Hermione's way, and his jaw went slack.
"What the-" Harry began before he followed Ron's direction and it landed on Hermione. She was leaning against the wall, smiling coyly. Harry thought she looked delicious and mentally slapped himself for having yet another thought about Hermione's….physical appearance.
She walked over to them and her smile turned into that of an innocent girl.
"Morning Boys." She cooed, and linked her arms through theirs, as she led them through the portrait hole. Ron was looking at Hermione, his eyes wide. She was blushing under his intent gaze.
"Hey." She said softly.
"Hey." He whispered back.
They walked down the stairs together, arm in arm. They really were the dream team through and through, and when they reached the great hall, never had the three of them seen so much contempt thrown their way. All jealous glances were thrown at Hermione from the girls, and murderous stares at Harry and Ron from the boys. It was typical really to the three. They didn't even bother with them. They sat down at their usual spots at the Gryffindor table and began chatting away merrily. Hermione had been made a prefect that year, and she was so excited with her duities.
Across the great hall, at the Slytherin table, a pug-faced girl was going off about the three people who had just entered the great hall.
"That mudblood is so not pretty; who does she think she is? Flouncing around like she's a pureblood like us! Isn't that right Drakie poo? Drakie poo?" Pansy Parkinson was sitting beside Draco Malfoy, a platinum blond-haired and extremely attractive Slytherin boy. He was neither listening, nor did he care about what Pansy had to say about that.
He was too busy staring at the girl across the room with the silver tank top on, laughing with the Weasel and Potter. The mudblood was hot. Hell, she was drop dead gorgeous. She had changed a lot since since the previous year. He had seen her at the Yule Ball, and thought her to be quite…attractive. God he was NOT going to do this now. The dream team was sitting at the edge of the table, and he watched as Granger had bent down to pick up a napkin that had fallen onto the floor. He was greeted with a nice view of her chest. Oh he was in for it now. As though she had felt eyes on her, her gaze lifted, and he was met by her chocolate brown eyes. Before he could stop himself, he let his eyes drag over her body, and he winked at her. She blushed furiously as she sat upright again, and resumed talking to Potter and Weasel.
Pansy had snapped him out of his disgusting thoughts when she began to play footsies with him under the table. He was so tired of Pansy coming onto him. He abruptly pushed her away, and she fell off the bench and screamed as she hit the cold floor. Everyone in great hall stopped and looked over to where he was. He stood up and without a backwards glance at Pansy; he headed for the exit of the great hall. Hermione's eyes had followed his retreating figure.
After breakfast, the three of them headed to their first class. Ron groaned as they entered the dungeons. They had double potions with Snape now. Ron continued to complain the whole way down.
"We just ate! I don't want to have to sit through the entire morning watching Snape's greasy head the whole time!" Ron fumed as they waited outside the Potions classroom door. Hermione smiled up at Ron. She thought him to be incredible at times, no matter how big of a git he was.
"Look who it is, Potter, Weasel and Mudblood." drawled Draco Malfoy as he appeared from his hiding place amongst the shadows. Ron immediately stepped in front of Hermione, shielding her from Draco's view, much to Draco's disappointment. Harry took a step towards Draco, and hissed:
"Malfoy." Draco looked at Harry then and smirked his familiar Malfoy smirk.
"Potter." He acknowledged lazily. His attention turned back to Ron however, who was glaring at Draco with such open hostility, it made Draco stop smirking, but only for a fraction of an instant.
"Protecting your mudblood girlfriend Weasley?" Draco asked. Ron growled, and took a step forward, but Hermione grabbed onto him instantly and held him back. Hermione, who had decided she no longer needed Ron to shield her, stepped in front of him and moved closer to Draco.
"Leave us alone, ferret." She spat icily. She was glaring at him, but it didn't faze him at all. Her tilted his head to the side, and raked his eyes over her again, just like he had done in the great hall. But this time, she did not flinch nor look away. She stared directly at him, and said bluntly,
"See something you like?" Shock registered on his features, and Harry choked back a laugh, as he and Ron both stood beside Hermione. Ron only continued to glower at him.
A thousand thoughts were going through Draco's mind. He knew what he wanted. He always got what he wanted. That's just the way things were. He smiled lazily at Hermione and lifted his hand to her face, and ran his finger lightly over her jaw. She stiffened, and swatted his hand away. A flush was rising from her throat and Harry had to grip Ron very tightly to keep him from lunging at Draco. Hermione stood her ground and lifted her chin. She could almost swear that she saw admiration flicker in his eyes.
He didn't like the feeling that she was giving him. Not one bit. It made him feel weak and powerless, but the stupid mudblood would pay dearly for awakening these new feelings within him….yes….quite dearly.
Then an idea hit him so suddenly, and with such abruptness, that he grinned evily at her, and bent down and brushed his lips over hers, and then bit down on her bottom lip. Hermione was so incredibly shocked that her hand shot backwards and whipped back towards him, slapping him brutally across the face. Ron managed to get free of Harry's tight grasp them and launched himself onto Malfoy. Then out of nowhere, Hermione bent down and grabbed Ron's robes, and hurled him backwards and she punched Malfoy so hard on his nose that it broke instantly and blood poured down the front of his robes.
All the students were crowded around them then; Ron was staring up at Hermione with a half lustful half crazed expression on his face, while Harry looked on in awe at Hermione. Then Draco had whispered a spell under his breath, and the blood had vanished, and his nose seemed to be straight once again. His hand shot upwards and grabbed Hermione and pulled her down, on top of him. He grunted quietly, and then twisted his body over so hers lay flattened underneath his. Ron was up and about again ready to tear Draco to shreds, then a overlarge looking Crabbe and Goyle blocked his path, and Harry and Ron had begun to fight them, trying to get to Hermione.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted over the jeering of the Slytherin's and the burst of outrage from the Gryffindor's. Hermione shouted back that it was alright, but then she couldn't breathe for Draco had grounded his body against her and her breath had caught in her throat. She didn't know if it had been from pain or pleasure.
He looked down into her eyes and they were wide and alive with fear and disgust. He swore then he's make her moan his name in ecstasy before the year was out. He bent his head and crushed his lips against her and she screamed against him in protest. Her lips began to bleed from the pressure that he was applying, her arms were flaying in the air wildly hitting his back hard, and her legs were kicking him, and he was sure that he would find bruises later. He managed to still her legs by locking them with his own, but her arms still bashed at him and he was too caught up with her mouth to care. But then a hand grabbed his robes and yanked him off of her, and he had never felt so much disappointment in his entire life when his mouth was yanked from hers. It was Ron.
Every Gryffindor was holding him back now; his face was as red as his hair and his arms reached for Draco desperately wanting to rip his face off and beat the hell out of him. Hermione's blood was still on Draco's lips. Ron looked down and saw that Hermione's lips were bleeding, her eyes were closed and she was whimpering, she finally managed to sit up, and then eventually she stood with help from Pavarti and Lavender.
Ron turned back to face Draco, and his face contorted as he watched, repulsion overcoming him, Draco lick his lips and smiled a predators smile that chilled Ron to the bone.
"She tastes sweet surprisingly Weasley….considering she's a filthy mudblood." Draco spat the words at Ron, and Ron leapt forwards out of his fellow Gryffindor's hands, and tackled Draco to the ground where Hermione had lain. Harry managed to grab Ron and pull him off Draco, who stood up and was leering at Hermione who was leaning against the wall. Ron ran over to her and embraced her tightly, then jumping away as a
silence rippled over the students as Professor Snape came out of his classroom and glared at them all. He pointed to Hermione and Draco.
"You two stay out here. The rest of you…GET INTO THIS CLASSROOM IMMEDIATELY!" Snape screamed, but Ron and Harry would not leave Hermione's side. Snape didn't see them still standing there, the rest of the Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's were making quite a scene, which distracted Snape for the time being.
The trio and the ferret were talking quietly.
"What the hell is your problem you perverted bastard?" Hermione hissed at Draco, regaining her composure, and staring the blond down. All three boys were shocked by her use of language. Draco smirked. Apparently he brought out the worst in her.
He dared to take a step closer to her, he saw Ron scowl, and Harry's eyes narrow, but Hermione did not flinch. He was inches away from her face, but she did something which threw him completely off guard. She ran her hand down over his chest, and it was getting hazardously low as she continued to drag it down. Draco's eyes widened and Ron chocked on his surprise. Harry didn't take his eyes off Malfoy.
"Don't ever mess with me you slimy, disgusting, ferret." Her hand reached the destination, but he couldn't help but smirk at the surprise in her own eyes when she felt him hard beneath her grasp. Ron's eyes bulged out of their sockets, but Harry knew exactly what Hermione was going to do. She grabbed him so hard through his robes, that Draco cried out in agony and sick pleasure.
He knew it hurt like hell, he'd be sore for days, but that didn't take the smirk off his face when Hermione shoved him away from her. The four of them were silent, until they heard Snape shout,
"I SAID GET INTO THE CLASSROOM! 5 POINTS FROM GYFFINDOR! SEAMUS FINNIGAN IF YOU EVER THREATEN A STUDENT LIKE THAT AGAIN, I SHALL HAVE YOU PERMANETLY EXPELLED!" The students hurried into the Potions classroom as quickly as they could; Harry smiled at Seamus who blushed furiously as Snape glared at him.
"Copy the notes from the board and SIT DOWN!" Snape yelled into his potions classroom. "Potter. Weasley. Get in there before I deduct more points from Gryffindor."
Harry looked back and glared at Malfoy, and Hermione smiled weakly at him. He mouthed 'It will be alright' before entering the classroom. Ron gave Hermione a longing yet somewhat angry look before he stormed into the classroom. Hermione sighed inwardly. Ron was jealous.
She thought it humorous though, considering she had nearly ripped Malfoy's balls off.
"The bloody git deserved it." She thought coldly as her gaze rested on Snape, refusing to look at Malfoy.
Once Snape shut the door, he turned to Hermione and Draco and noticed that Draco's smirk was not one of a grimace or sarcastic. He almost looked…satisfied. Snape did find it odd, and when he looked at Hermione, his eyes almost widened in surprise. She was not wearing her robes, but instead, the hogwarts skirt and it showed off her shapely legs, and her silver tank top which let him get a glance at her…Snape gulped and looked away. This wasn't the Hermione he knew.
"Miss Granger, what happened?" Snape asked coolly, trying very hard to look at her face and not her body. It wasn't that he was perverted, but he found the change in her so shocking he couldn't really help but admire her beauty. She was indeed beautiful. To his surprise, she did not answer.
"Miss Granger, did you hear me?" She looked pained.
"Yes Professor. Malfoy kissed me." She said it bluntly, and he watched as her cheeks turned red, yet she still locked her eyes on his. He did admire her, though he would never admit it. Of course, the news did not shock him in the least, the look on Weasley's face had told him as much. Even the teachers knew of his affection for Granger. Snape could see why.
"Is this true, Mister Malfoy?" Snape asked, looking at the boy. Malfoy nearly nodded, and purposely let his eyes rake over Hermione again. Hermione could not help it, and looked away.
Oh Draco knew perfectly well he was now going to be after Hermione for quite some time. He wanted her. Perhaps it was because she was forbidden, and was Harry Potter and Ron Weasley's best friend. He didn't know, and he certainly didn't care. He would get her. He thought it odd that he felt this way about her though; he never looked at any other girl and felt the same stirrings. And he had, had his share of good looking girls. Yet Hermione was different. Draco would eventually discover why.
"Mister Malfoy, do you understand that I could deduct 50 points from your house. Our house. I think I should…perhaps you could learn a lesson on how to treat a woman." Snape was even shocked by his own words, though he did not show it, and Draco, who seemed slightly perplexed for an instant, turned completely to Hermione.
"Mud-Granger." He began sarcastically. Hermione cut him off; she decided that what she did to his manhood would be enough embarrassment for the day.
"Professor, I'd like to go inside now, if you don't mind." Snape found it odd that Hermione left it at that, he would have thought she would press the matter further and be furious at him for not taking point off. But he decided he better, in case word got around. He turned back to Malfoy, who was watching Hermione's retreating figure.
"I will take 50 points Mister Malfoy, so you bloody well better earn them back at the next Quidditch match." Snape opened the door to his room, and looked at the boy one last time, before entering. Draco stood there, uncaring. He couldn't get the thought of Hermione's body, when it had been pressed against his, out of his head.
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That evening, when classes had ended, the trio had sat in silence in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione had gotten into her pajamas. This outfit was completely different from the first. It was a nightgown, dark green. Hermione had commented quietly that she had bought it because it reminded her of Harry's eyes. Harry's heart fluttered when he heard the comment, he was slightly confused when he did not see Ron get angry.
Hermione was thinking along the same lines as Harry, except she knew Ron wouldn't get mad. She saw his eyes were hazed over, and she thought with sinking gilt that he was replaying what happened earlier that day over in his mind. She would most definitely have to make it up to him. With one quick glance at Harry, he got the signal and quickly stood up and went to bed. Ron didn't even acknowledge he was gone.
Hermione had gotten off her usual chair, with Crookshanks on her lap, and let him go. The cat ran up the stairs leaving Hermione and Ron completely alone. She sat down beside him, and placed her hand gently on his thigh. Ron jumped and turned quickly to see Hermione. His cheeks flushed in spite of himself.
"Ron…" She began carefully. How was she supposed to say this? He shouldn't be jealous that she almost ripped of Malfoy's privates instead of his? Honestly, Ron could get overly dramatic at times, but she still needed to get it across that it didn't mean a damn thing. He had to know that.
"Ron, why are you being like this? I hurt Malfoy painfully, you can't honestly say you're jealous can you?" Hermione sighed exasperatedly and looked into Ron's eyes. Ron jumped off the couch and was shaking with rage.
"You…you…touched him! Hermione you were bloody well…." He groped for something to say. Before he couldn't even recall where this would lead to, he screamed,
"You were bloody well fraternizing with the enemy!" He gazed down at her with cold fury written all over his features. He blinked. Now he had really put his foot in it this time. Fourth year had come rushing back to him. The triwizard tournament: The time he discovered how he felt about Hermione.
He wished he could take it back, but she was up and glaring at him with those eyes that had haunted his dreams for so long now he couldn't remember a time when that wasn't the only thing on his mind.
"Ronald Weasley! How dare you accuse me of such a….disgusting thing?" She was mad. Hell he knew he was in for it, but suddenly he didn't care if she was mad. So what if he was jealous? He knew he was so in love with Hermione that he couldn't think straight!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! In love??!!! Ok, now he knew he was smitten. Head over heals, yah the usual romance mushy stuff. He groaned inwardly. This was not a good day.
"I saw it with my own eyes Hermione!" He was beginning to turn purple, yet he didn't stop yelling. "I can't believe you'd do this! With HIM! How could you?"
"I didn't do a THING, RON! You're just upset I don't touch YOU like that!" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. His features were so dark now. He looked like he was going to explode, and she was blushing like a cherry, yet she remained standing in front of him, with her legs slightly apart, and her hands on her hips.
His lips were trembling and he could not find a reply. He waved his hand in front of her face, and marched up the stairs, and she heard a loud slam, letting her know he had entered his room. She winched and walked quietly through a portrait hole that led to her own prefect's dormitory. She normally never slept there, getting lonely most of the time, but tonight she thought it best as she slipped into bed.
She did not want to be around the following morning when Ron was ready to begin another argument. She was still trying to deal with this one. She finally drifted to sleep, feeling somewhat flattered from all this attention. But she still hated the ferret.
I'll post the next chapter soon! Read and review everyone!