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Hermione rolled over in bed the next morning, the memory of last night flooding back into her mind. The thin slivers of light shone brightly into the bedroom, illuminating it with its phosphorescent glow. She lay there, dreading the day to come. Harry and Ron would pester her incessantly about where she was last night. She couldn't tell them, she thought to herself. They would go insane, especially Ron.
After a few minutes of basking in her short-lived freedom she rolled out of bed, and grudgingly prepared for her day.
*** *** ***
The Great Hall was buzzing with conversation when she arrived. She was still receiving some interested stares at her new appearance, but not as many as last night. She walked briskly towards Harry and Ron who were sitting at the far end of Gryfindor table and sat herself down between them.
"Good morning." She said, falsely cheery, and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, which had just arrived by owl.
"Were you feeling okay last night Mione?" Harry asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah! And you didn't even bother to help me with the first years! You just disappeared." Ron chimed in, looking slightly affronted.
"Look, I had to go to the bathroom!" She lied, her cheeriness gone. " I told you I was leaving but you must have not heard me. Besides, you can walk to Gryfindor tower without help can't you? You're not that thick." She said, quite annoyed at their curiosity.
They obviously took the hint that she was not in the mood to be questioned and changed the subject to Quidditch, which they picked up quickly.
Hermione was tempted to look across the hall at the Slytherin table, but resisted. She must not let Malfoy know he had affected her in anyway. She must be strong.
But she knew he was looking at her. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't resist anymore. she had to look at him. To look into his gray eyes.
She looked up across the hall to where Malfoy was sitting and they locked eyes. He was staring at her intently with a small smile and an arched brow. She quickly broke eye contact and started to blush in spite of her self. Why did he have this effect on her? She thought angrily.
She hurried through breakfast, ignoring Harry and Ron's chatting, then when the bell rang to signify the start of classes headed out of the Great Hall.
They had Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws first, then followed by Double Potions with the Slytherins (which Hermione was dreading even more than usual) for the first half of the day.
*** *** ***
Transfiguration went by smoothly and uneventfully, Hermione mastering her disappearing spell before anyone else in the class. But Potions was another story.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron entered the dungeon and took their usual seats at the back. Hermione used all the will power she possessed to not look at Draco. To not gaze into his cold eyes and see his the ferocity that burned in them.
It seemed his very presence now made her uneasy. She could feel his stare hot on her face and she kept her head down, as if to shield herself against him.
Snape seemed not to notice the tension between Draco and herself, for he carried on in his usual snarky manner the whole lesson. Barking at students, taking points of Gryfindor.
The same thoughts kept whirring about her mind as she stirred her potion. Why had Draco taken such a sudden interest in her? Was he just fooling around with her mind? What was he going to do next?
At that moment the bell rang and they hurried up to Snape's desk to give him their finished potions.
Hermione was in no mood to eat so she decided to go to the library to start Snape's essay he assigned them. When she arrived it was deserted. She pulled out her parchment and a quill and began writing.
Her eyelids became more and more heavy as she wrote on.resisting the urge to sleep. The warm sunlight filtered in from a nearby window, warming her face and welcoming her into careless slumber.
Hermione closed her eyes and allowed the soft spinning sensation to consume her. She placed her head softly on the table and felt her quill slip from between her fingers.
*** *** ***
She awoke abruptly and looked around the darkened library. It had to be nearly eight o'clock.
"Shit!" She said aloud, while she scrambled to pick up her things and cram them into her bag.
"Where's the fire Granger?" Said a soft, drawling voice from behind her back.
She turned around abruptly to find Draco sitting at the table opposite hers, with his feet on the desk.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She said, faltering slightly.
"Oh nothing." He said casually. "Just watching you sleep."
"Whatever. I have to go." She replied, annoyed that he had seen her at her most vulnerable.
"Why are you always in such a rush Granger?" Draco said, standing up to block her from leaving.
"Because I have things to do, unlike you who sits in secret passages and waits for people to pass by!"
"I hope you're not angry about that Granger." He said, moving a few steps closer to her.
"No, I was positively thrilled by it!" She said in a voice of mock exuberance.
"What did I say about those manners Granger?" He replied, dangerously cool." They might get you into trouble some day."
"Give me a break Malfoy!" She said with a small laugh. "You don't scare me anymore! I'm not some child!"
He moved another few steps closer, to where they were almost face to face. She moved back and hit a bookshelf that was directly behind her.
"I don't scare you do I?" He replied with a malicious smile on his lips. "You certainly act as if you are."
She gave a small squeak, abandoning all courage she still possessed.
He gave a small laugh and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"You're always so stressed Granger." He said softly. "I could help you relieve some of that stress."
He gave a slight smile and nibbled softly on her neck.
She pushed him off her abruptly and he stumbled backward.
"Get the fuck off me Malfoy!" She shouted as he regained his composure.
She stormed past him and down the many rows of books that led to the exit.
"You made a big mistake Mudblood!" He shouted after her as she turned the corner and out of the library.
And she knew that she indeed had made a big mistake but she didn't care. She hurried down the corridor and through a secret passageway, and down another corridor until she finally reached Gryfindor tower. It was deserted due to the fact that everyone was still at dinner, and she thanked God for this.
She hurried up to her dormitory and threw her things on the ground, then threw herself on the bed without undressing. Her mind was once more plagued with thoughts of Malfoy. What was he doing? Why is he doing it? She began to cry with frustration.
She was filled with so many emotions. Confusion, anger, wanting and vulnerability. She buried her face in her pillow and sobbed herself to another restless night of sleep.
Hermione rolled over in bed the next morning, the memory of last night flooding back into her mind. The thin slivers of light shone brightly into the bedroom, illuminating it with its phosphorescent glow. She lay there, dreading the day to come. Harry and Ron would pester her incessantly about where she was last night. She couldn't tell them, she thought to herself. They would go insane, especially Ron.
After a few minutes of basking in her short-lived freedom she rolled out of bed, and grudgingly prepared for her day.
*** *** ***
The Great Hall was buzzing with conversation when she arrived. She was still receiving some interested stares at her new appearance, but not as many as last night. She walked briskly towards Harry and Ron who were sitting at the far end of Gryfindor table and sat herself down between them.
"Good morning." She said, falsely cheery, and picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, which had just arrived by owl.
"Were you feeling okay last night Mione?" Harry asked with a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah! And you didn't even bother to help me with the first years! You just disappeared." Ron chimed in, looking slightly affronted.
"Look, I had to go to the bathroom!" She lied, her cheeriness gone. " I told you I was leaving but you must have not heard me. Besides, you can walk to Gryfindor tower without help can't you? You're not that thick." She said, quite annoyed at their curiosity.
They obviously took the hint that she was not in the mood to be questioned and changed the subject to Quidditch, which they picked up quickly.
Hermione was tempted to look across the hall at the Slytherin table, but resisted. She must not let Malfoy know he had affected her in anyway. She must be strong.
But she knew he was looking at her. She could see him out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't resist anymore. she had to look at him. To look into his gray eyes.
She looked up across the hall to where Malfoy was sitting and they locked eyes. He was staring at her intently with a small smile and an arched brow. She quickly broke eye contact and started to blush in spite of her self. Why did he have this effect on her? She thought angrily.
She hurried through breakfast, ignoring Harry and Ron's chatting, then when the bell rang to signify the start of classes headed out of the Great Hall.
They had Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws first, then followed by Double Potions with the Slytherins (which Hermione was dreading even more than usual) for the first half of the day.
*** *** ***
Transfiguration went by smoothly and uneventfully, Hermione mastering her disappearing spell before anyone else in the class. But Potions was another story.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron entered the dungeon and took their usual seats at the back. Hermione used all the will power she possessed to not look at Draco. To not gaze into his cold eyes and see his the ferocity that burned in them.
It seemed his very presence now made her uneasy. She could feel his stare hot on her face and she kept her head down, as if to shield herself against him.
Snape seemed not to notice the tension between Draco and herself, for he carried on in his usual snarky manner the whole lesson. Barking at students, taking points of Gryfindor.
The same thoughts kept whirring about her mind as she stirred her potion. Why had Draco taken such a sudden interest in her? Was he just fooling around with her mind? What was he going to do next?
At that moment the bell rang and they hurried up to Snape's desk to give him their finished potions.
Hermione was in no mood to eat so she decided to go to the library to start Snape's essay he assigned them. When she arrived it was deserted. She pulled out her parchment and a quill and began writing.
Her eyelids became more and more heavy as she wrote on.resisting the urge to sleep. The warm sunlight filtered in from a nearby window, warming her face and welcoming her into careless slumber.
Hermione closed her eyes and allowed the soft spinning sensation to consume her. She placed her head softly on the table and felt her quill slip from between her fingers.
*** *** ***
She awoke abruptly and looked around the darkened library. It had to be nearly eight o'clock.
"Shit!" She said aloud, while she scrambled to pick up her things and cram them into her bag.
"Where's the fire Granger?" Said a soft, drawling voice from behind her back.
She turned around abruptly to find Draco sitting at the table opposite hers, with his feet on the desk.
"What are you doing here Malfoy?" She said, faltering slightly.
"Oh nothing." He said casually. "Just watching you sleep."
"Whatever. I have to go." She replied, annoyed that he had seen her at her most vulnerable.
"Why are you always in such a rush Granger?" Draco said, standing up to block her from leaving.
"Because I have things to do, unlike you who sits in secret passages and waits for people to pass by!"
"I hope you're not angry about that Granger." He said, moving a few steps closer to her.
"No, I was positively thrilled by it!" She said in a voice of mock exuberance.
"What did I say about those manners Granger?" He replied, dangerously cool." They might get you into trouble some day."
"Give me a break Malfoy!" She said with a small laugh. "You don't scare me anymore! I'm not some child!"
He moved another few steps closer, to where they were almost face to face. She moved back and hit a bookshelf that was directly behind her.
"I don't scare you do I?" He replied with a malicious smile on his lips. "You certainly act as if you are."
She gave a small squeak, abandoning all courage she still possessed.
He gave a small laugh and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.
"You're always so stressed Granger." He said softly. "I could help you relieve some of that stress."
He gave a slight smile and nibbled softly on her neck.
She pushed him off her abruptly and he stumbled backward.
"Get the fuck off me Malfoy!" She shouted as he regained his composure.
She stormed past him and down the many rows of books that led to the exit.
"You made a big mistake Mudblood!" He shouted after her as she turned the corner and out of the library.
And she knew that she indeed had made a big mistake but she didn't care. She hurried down the corridor and through a secret passageway, and down another corridor until she finally reached Gryfindor tower. It was deserted due to the fact that everyone was still at dinner, and she thanked God for this.
She hurried up to her dormitory and threw her things on the ground, then threw herself on the bed without undressing. Her mind was once more plagued with thoughts of Malfoy. What was he doing? Why is he doing it? She began to cry with frustration.
She was filled with so many emotions. Confusion, anger, wanting and vulnerability. She buried her face in her pillow and sobbed herself to another restless night of sleep.