A/N: Since everyone seems to like this story so much, I felt that I had to update it before I went away on vacation. So here is the fourth hour. I hope it lives up the to expectation of fReDaNdGeOrGeWeAsLeYaReGoDs! You two rock and I love you both! Lol! You two really should see the movie! It is awesome! ~ Nev
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The Fourth HourTime passed slowly. It was as if every minute was snailing across the room before the second hand would tick the mangy sixty seconds it took for it to pass on the clock. Draco sat in his seat, shooting miniature balls of fire at his shoes, allowing the tip to burn until his foot felt the dangerous heat, then he would put it out, only to start it over again. Harry was running a finger over the tape on his glasses. Ginny was all but asleep. Cho was holding a picture of Cedric so close to her eyes, one would have thought she was trying to paste it to her forehead. And (surprise, surprise) Hermione was avidly reading once again.
Of course, good things can only last so long. Slowly, everyone became increasingly bored. Ginny fell asleep, then Harry, who was sitting right next to her. Cho's head dropped down next to the picture of Cedric. Draco stopped burning his shoe, realizing that no matter how many times he did it, his foot would get warm. Eventually he settled back in his chair, eyes drooping shut. Last was Hermione, who tried desperately to fight off the fatigue, but with little success.
It was only when Professor Snape came in that anyone stirred. He took one glance at those who were in the room, before shouting, "Wake up! Who has to go to the lavatory?" Everyone raised their hands, feeling a great need to relieve themselves.
When they all returned, Snape grumbled something and left. Everyone took this as a sign to go about doing whatever. Hermione resumed reading, Cho stared longingly at her picture of Cedirc, and Ginny was busy applying more make-up. Harry started to stretch for his Qudditch game which was the following day. While they all did their mindless tasks half-heartedly, Draco ventured over to the Potion Master's bookshelf. Grabbing a random book off the shelf, he brought it back over to his seat and began tearing pages out.
"Oh that's real intelligent," Harry commented.
"You're right, Potter. It's wrong to destroy literature." He continued to rip the pages right from their binding, not noticing the horrified gaze Hermione was giving him. "It's such fun to read and," he glanced down at the author of the book, "Randomeel really pumps my nads."
"It's Randomyl," Hermione corrected, pronouncing the author's name correctly. "I love his work. Have you read any of it?"
Draco answered her by throwing what remained of the book at her. It landed in her lap and he smirked. She glared at him, moving her legs so it dropped to the floor. "Big deal, Granger. There's nothing to do when you're locked up in a vacancy as displeasing as this place."
"Speak for yourself, Malfoy," Harry grumbled, stopping his stretching. He looked over at Ginny. She was too busy putting on mascara to see where his eyes were lingering. He walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, do you think McGonagell is going to keep us all in check tonight?"
"I don't see why," she shrugged. "None of us have ever been in detention before, besides him," she pointed absently at Draco who shot her a disgusted face.
"There's going to be a huge party behind the equipment shed down by the Quidditch pitch. A bunch of perfects are on the teams, so they are all going to turn the other way. Should be pretty wicked," he grinned, showing off those dazzling green gems.
"Yeah?" Ginny sounded pretty excited.
"Yep, wanna go?" Harry asked, looking earnest for her answer. Behind him, Draco was making kissy faces. Hermione caught sight of this and had to stifle a giggle, as Draco started to pretend to shag some unknown person. He looked ridiculous.
"I don't think I can," Ginny's happy face turned into a frown.
"Why?"
"Well because if I do go, then it's because Fred told me I could when George told me I couldn't," she stated with a sigh added for extra dramatic effect. "They are always fighting over who has the right to look after me as a brother. Since Percy, Charlie, and Bill left they are the oldest. Fred was born first, but George was always the more mature one. It's a big deal because they make it out to be," she shrugged again.
"Who do you like better?" Hermione asked, looking up from her book.
"What?" Ginny asked back, surprised that Hermione would speak to her after what she had done.
"Do you like Fred more than George or the other way around?"
"I don't know. I probably like Bill more. He was always the one who paid the most attention to me. The others just used me as leverage when they wanted something from mum. They would pretend to look after me until they had their own way, or they did it just so one of the others would look bad. No one really cares about me."
"HA!" Cho screamed, looking rather pleased with herself.
"Shut up!" Ginny snapped back, glaring dangerously.
"You're just feeling sorry for yourself," Draco stated, jumping off his desk and heading over to Hermione's.
"Well if I didn't, no one would do it for me," Ginny growled.
"Awww, you're breaking my heart, baby," he replied mockingly.
"Shut up!" Harry approached Draco. "Leave her alone."
"Potter? Do you get along with your family?" Draco asked.
"Well if I say yes I'm an idiot, right?"
"You're an idiot either way," he told him, causing Hermione to laugh. Draco smiled over at her. At least someone appreciated his sense of humor. "But if you say yes than you're an idiot and a liar," he finished. With that, he kept walking over to Hermione's desk.
"You know," Harry yelled, pushing Draco backwards, "if we weren't in here right now, I'd curse you into oblivion."
"Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that so? Well," he chuckled, pointing his middle finger at the floor, "the you might want to have a look at this." Draco gave Harry the middle finger, shoving it right up in his face. "How do you like those cookies, Pothead?"
Hermione, sensing a fight coming over the two, rushed over, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. "Guys, let's be logical about this," she started, trying to pry them apart. Harry shoved her back, but Draco's hand shot out, catching her by the arm and steadying her. "I don't like my parents all the time either. I don't always get along with them. Their entire mental projection of parental compassion is screwed up," she finished.
"Hermione," Harry shook his head. "You're parents love you and you love them. Out of all of us, you probably have the best relationship with them."
"Well, well…," she tried hard to think of a great insult, then she said, "well at least I'm not a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie, like you."
For a moment there was absolute silence, then Draco burst out laughing, clapping a hand around Hermione's waist. "That's a good name for you, Potter. I like it even more than Pothead and Scarhead," Draco continued to laugh, holding Hermione around the waist.
"Why do you have to do that? Why do you have to insult everyone?" Harry inquired.
"It's called being honest asshole," Draco shouted, feeling quite angry. He loosened his grip on Hermione, letting his hand drop naturally off of her. As it fell, it touched her butt. Hermione yelped, and turned around, smacking Draco across the face. "What was that for? It was only an accident. I would never touch a Mudblood." She returned his insult by giving him the finger. "Oh! I'm seeing such obscene finger gestures from such a pristine Head Girl."
"I'm not that pristine," she snapped.
Draco came extremely close to her, getting his face inches from her own. He wouldn't let her back up. His arm had snaked around her lower back to hold her in place. "Are you a virgin?" he whispered, his lips hovering over her own. She didn't answer him. She just continued to stare into his cold, steel gray eyes. "I bet you a million galleons that you are," he smirked evilly. "Let's end the suspense…is it going to be a white wedding, Hermione?"
"Don't you ever shut up?" she retorted, trying to turn away, but he stopped her, gripping her wrists to hold her in place.
"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth?" Pause. No answer. "Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, hoping to God that a Professor doesn't enter the empty classroom you're in?" His gaze was extremely intense.
"Do you want me to puke?" she asked timidly, before swallowing the lump in her throat.
"Over the panties," Draco continued, ignoring her question. "No bra, blouse tossed on the floor, shirt in a ball nearby, past curfew only a few steps down the hall from the Headmaster's office?"
"Leave her alone!" Harry shouted, coming over, and tearing Draco off of Hermione. "I said leave her alone."
"Are you going to make me?" Draco asked, his eyes lingering on Hermione.
She shuddered, moving behind Harry. No matter where she stood that pair of steel eyes followed her, watching her every move. Draco licked his lips as he watched her become more and more uncomfortable. She shivered. What was that heated feeling she was experiencing below her skirt? Draco seemed to know what was going on and grinned like the devil.
"Yeah," Harry stepped forward, putting more distance in between Hermione and Draco.
"You and how many of your pathetic little Quidditch friends?"
"Just me and you. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor." Somehow the tiny speech had sounded better in his head then it had when he had said it out loud, but Harry didn't care. He wasn't about to let Draco hold anything over his ex-girlfriend. "Anytime you're ready."
"I really don't want to get into this with you, Potter," sneered the Malfoy.
"Why not?"
"Because I'd kill you," shrugged Draco as he placed his wand in a visible area. "You know who my father is. Do you honestly think he hasn't trained me well?" Seeing the face Harry was giving him, Draco chuckled. "You'd never get a chance to touch me. I'd hex you so fast you wouldn't know what hit you until you met up with your precious Mudblood mother."
"Besides, once I killed you, the Ministry of Magic would have a cow. The Weasley's love you so much they'd probably sue me and even though I could easily take them to the cleaners," here he bowed his head to Ginny, "you just aren't worth the time. I don't want to make the Weasley's any poorer than they already are."
"You bastard!" Ginny screeched, jumping from her seat. Harry had to grab her around the waist so she didn't claw out Draco's eyes.
"Your fucking with me," Harry stated, when he had gotten his new girlfriend under control.
Draco switched out his athame and stabbed it three inches deep into the nearest desk, which happened to be Hermione's. The whole room got silent. Hermione's eyes were hooked to the blade. She grabbed onto the hilt and gave it several hard yanks before it came loose.
"Let's end this right now!" Harry commanded. "You don't talk to Ginny or Hermione, you don't think about them, you don't look at them, and you certainly don't touch them. Understand me?"
"I was only trying to help her," Draco shrugged.
Hermione watches him carefully as he returns to his seat. Eventually, everyone goes back to sitting. Finally another hour is past, but not one of the students are anywhere near closer to finishing their scroll, or coming to conclusions about who they really are.