Draco's soft lips pressed up against hers in a chaste kiss instead of what
should have being long and passionate. Eventually, all that was achieved
was Draco half lying, half sitting on Hermione, both strangely positioned,
entangled with each other, lips touching. But that was all.
Both of them suddenly realised what idiots and they were being and pulled away. Hermione rolled over and Draco stood up, now damp from Hermione's dripping robes.
"Sleep well, mudblood." The same sharp tone had returned to his voice, he turned to leave.
"You don't mean that-" she whispered to herself, intending for him to hear.
"Excuse me?" He stopped and looked down at her.
"That's right, you don't mean that." She sat up from her position and leaned on the backboard, her voice annoyed yet also amused at his reaction.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he crossed his arms, waiting for her response. Hermione stood up, put one hand on her hip and walked casually over to Draco. All the fear from the event that took place only minutes ago was gone, and all she wanted to concentrate on finding why Draco was a cold, bitter, bastard who couldn't even show affection for 5 minuets.
"It means Malfoy." she walked right up to his ear, "You..Don't..MEAN..IT!" she shouted and he jumped away, putting his hand to his ear. She raised her voice, and did the whole 'girl power' thing. " You put on the whole I hate mudblood shit now, but when you have one on the bed, ready for the taking they're just as good as any pureblood. Isn't that right, Malfoy? But wait there has to be some affection in you, other wise I'd still be on the bathroom floor. Lose the act Malfoy! You may come from a cruel, bitch of a family; but that doesn't mean you have to act like it." She walked passed him, pushing her shoulder against his aggressively as she went, and left her own room.
She walked down the stairs feeling confidant, and sat on the couch, watching the golden flames of the fire.
Draco, still facing Hermione's bed sniggered to himself, he acted like it wasn't true, but secretly he knew there was some truth in Hermione's words. He walked out of her room and across the banister to his own room. He looked down at Hermione to glare at her before he made his retreat for the night, only to find when he looked down; two deep brown eyes were already glaring at him. He turned, "Fucking bitch." He muttered and slammed his door and returned to his bed.
Hermione smiled to herself, "That'll show him to mess with me."
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"8.30, shit!" Hermione had spent the night on the couch, not daring to return to the room, where "it" might still be. She jumped up off the couch, and grabbed her book and quickly ran to the downstairs bathroom to brush her hair. "Damn Malfoy for not waking me!" She could picture his face as he walked passed her that morning; no doubt he had that infamous smirk of his plastered to his face. She flung open the door, grabbed her brush and began to battle the bush of knotty curls.
"Stuff it." she thought.
"Renifer Lurc" she said and instantly her hair was perfect. She smiled to her self, grabbed her lip-gloss, and ran for her dairy.
"Nooo!" she groaned, not a Snape subject, anything but a Snape subject. She sighed and rushed through the porthole.
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"Nice of you to join us Miss Granger, would you mind taking a seat?"
Lavender moved her books over and waved to Hermione, who was searching for a seat. Hermione sat down and smiled at Lavender, she shuffled through her papers. All of a sudden, Snape whacked his wand down on the desk she was sitting at, she gasped.
"I'll see you after class, Miss Granger." Snape sniggered returning to his blackboard. Malfoy smirked and rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself.
"Malfoy"
"Yes, Sir?"
" You find me amusing, boy?" Snape asked.
"No, of course not, sir." Malfoy shook his head.
"Well then, see me after class." He turned and continued writing. Hermione caught Draco's eye and this time, she was the one smirking. He frowned and retuned to his books.
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Both of them suddenly realised what idiots and they were being and pulled away. Hermione rolled over and Draco stood up, now damp from Hermione's dripping robes.
"Sleep well, mudblood." The same sharp tone had returned to his voice, he turned to leave.
"You don't mean that-" she whispered to herself, intending for him to hear.
"Excuse me?" He stopped and looked down at her.
"That's right, you don't mean that." She sat up from her position and leaned on the backboard, her voice annoyed yet also amused at his reaction.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he crossed his arms, waiting for her response. Hermione stood up, put one hand on her hip and walked casually over to Draco. All the fear from the event that took place only minutes ago was gone, and all she wanted to concentrate on finding why Draco was a cold, bitter, bastard who couldn't even show affection for 5 minuets.
"It means Malfoy." she walked right up to his ear, "You..Don't..MEAN..IT!" she shouted and he jumped away, putting his hand to his ear. She raised her voice, and did the whole 'girl power' thing. " You put on the whole I hate mudblood shit now, but when you have one on the bed, ready for the taking they're just as good as any pureblood. Isn't that right, Malfoy? But wait there has to be some affection in you, other wise I'd still be on the bathroom floor. Lose the act Malfoy! You may come from a cruel, bitch of a family; but that doesn't mean you have to act like it." She walked passed him, pushing her shoulder against his aggressively as she went, and left her own room.
She walked down the stairs feeling confidant, and sat on the couch, watching the golden flames of the fire.
Draco, still facing Hermione's bed sniggered to himself, he acted like it wasn't true, but secretly he knew there was some truth in Hermione's words. He walked out of her room and across the banister to his own room. He looked down at Hermione to glare at her before he made his retreat for the night, only to find when he looked down; two deep brown eyes were already glaring at him. He turned, "Fucking bitch." He muttered and slammed his door and returned to his bed.
Hermione smiled to herself, "That'll show him to mess with me."
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"8.30, shit!" Hermione had spent the night on the couch, not daring to return to the room, where "it" might still be. She jumped up off the couch, and grabbed her book and quickly ran to the downstairs bathroom to brush her hair. "Damn Malfoy for not waking me!" She could picture his face as he walked passed her that morning; no doubt he had that infamous smirk of his plastered to his face. She flung open the door, grabbed her brush and began to battle the bush of knotty curls.
"Stuff it." she thought.
"Renifer Lurc" she said and instantly her hair was perfect. She smiled to her self, grabbed her lip-gloss, and ran for her dairy.
"Nooo!" she groaned, not a Snape subject, anything but a Snape subject. She sighed and rushed through the porthole.
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"Nice of you to join us Miss Granger, would you mind taking a seat?"
Lavender moved her books over and waved to Hermione, who was searching for a seat. Hermione sat down and smiled at Lavender, she shuffled through her papers. All of a sudden, Snape whacked his wand down on the desk she was sitting at, she gasped.
"I'll see you after class, Miss Granger." Snape sniggered returning to his blackboard. Malfoy smirked and rolled his eyes, chuckling to himself.
"Malfoy"
"Yes, Sir?"
" You find me amusing, boy?" Snape asked.
"No, of course not, sir." Malfoy shook his head.
"Well then, see me after class." He turned and continued writing. Hermione caught Draco's eye and this time, she was the one smirking. He frowned and retuned to his books.
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