The Enemy
A/N: Thanks to all...what, four of you, that reviewed. Argh. I wish I could get loads of reviews!! I LOVE MY FOUR REVIEWERS TO BITS AND PIECES!!! Also, * asterisks mean italics since I can't get those to work.*
Chapter 2
I walked back to my common room, exhausted after working for three hours with *Malfoy* on that stupid potion. I was annoyed at him. We had worked in silence, but throughout it all, he kept sending me pointed stares, which were all to easy to interpret. I didn't know what he was playing at, but it was really annoying. Did he really expect me to fall for him after, what, six years of torture? He was insane. Malfoy was the last person in the entire school who was dateworthy; he played girls and everyone knew it. But there were enough bubbleheads in the school that supplied him with a new girlfriend every two weeks. It was crazy. He bedded them and then threw them out.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry called as I entered the common room. He and Ron were playing wizard's chess.
"Hey, Harry," I said.
"What did Snape want to see you and ferret boy for?" Ron asked, although he never once looked up from the set.
"Oh, that. God, boys---will you believe that four months of my precious seventh year are going to be wasted with *him*? Snape wants us to make a Firehorn potion, and it takes four months. Why, I have no clue at all. I bet he just wants to torture me; he knows I can't stand Malfoy.*especially* because he teases me about not being Head Girl...oh, I could kill him!" I balled my hands into fists, truly annoyed at Ferret Boy. He knew the right strings to pull when it came to hurting feelings. He knew how much this whole---goddamit, Hannah Abbot being made Head Girl thing--- really annoyed me, and he couldn't shut up about it during the entire time I had to spend with him. What made it worse was that Ron was Head Boy.
"Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "Head Girl isn't everything. And it could be a lot worse, honestly. What if, say, *he* had been Head Boy and you were Head Girl? That would've been a nightmare." I nodded.
"True," I muttered. "But still, he doesn't have to keep bringing it up."
"Trust me, Hermione," Ron cut in, "being Head Boy sucks. It's so much work. I feel like that git Percy now." I laughed, and then sobered up again, remembering how Percy had disconnected himself from his family. Percy was really something else.
"Well, boys," I said, glancing at the clock that adorned the left wall, "I am really exhausted after that stupid potion. I'm going up to bed. G'night."
"G'night," they called back as I spiraled up the stairs. I really was unbelievably tired. I dropped myself onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
* "Mudblood, mudblood," someone was calling. I spun around only to see a shock of pale blonde hair and silver eyes. I ignored the calling, until he came closer and closer and the word Mudblood was a constant.
"Shut up," I said to him. "Don't call me that!" I noticed that he had a sword in his hand. "Oh, mud blood," he said softly, almost provocatively. He lowered his lips to meet mine, and before I could taste the sweet kiss the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I heard a smirk and then saw a flash of bright silver. The blade cut into my skin easily and I lay there, bleeding, the word mudblood ringing in my ears. The world was going black, and I knew it was all over....*
I woke up from the dream, sweating profusely. The stench of sweat was in the air. Gross, I thought, but I could not shake the eerie feel of the dream. Had I just dreamt that Malfoy was going to kiss me, and then murder me? I shook my head as if to rid myself from the thought. No, this would never happen. I noticed that my heart was pumping rapidly and my blood was shot with adrenaline. Shaking, I walked towards the shower. It was all a dream. Only a dream. Only a dream.
------------------- My brain ached with too much knowledge. I had so badly wanted a carefree life, and here I was, stuck as a Death Eater's son on the verge of becoming a death eater himself. Granger's image had flitted across my mind all night, until I had fallen into a fitful sleep and dreamt a horrifying dream about killing Granger. As soon as it was six, I got up and showered, hoping that the new day would let me forget about my horrible task. I knew that the moment I completed it, my father would give me the dark mark that bonded me to a life of hell.
I walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. My ex-girlfriend, Blaise, sidled up to me slyly. "Hey, Draco," she said coldly.
"Hello," I said stonily, staring ahead. Blaise, although very different from Pansy (Oh, Drakie!) was still a bubblehead. She was probably the prettiest girl in the entire school and I had been thrilled to date her, but I realized that after three months, I was absolutely starved for intellectual conversation. Blaise was the type of girl that enjoyed seeing people get hurt---sadistic to the bone. I had always thought that I was the most sadistic person in the school, but Blaise was far more. After three months, I had seriously considered breaking up with her, but I hadn't until I caught her snogging *Crabbe* of all people. I realized then that Blaise was the type of girl that only went for hot. I was utterly disgusted because I had been replaced by an idiot. Anyhow, even though we were no longer an 'item' as Pansy had once dubbed us (I dated her a little before I'd dated Blaise and Pansy had been jealous...ahh, my good looks can do that to anyone), Blaise and I still remained---acquaintances. Slytherins don't have friends.
"I need you to do me a favor," Blaise said. Right to the point. She always had been.
"Depends," I said casually. I never showed my emotions if I could help it.
"Well, I hate Hannah Abbot."
"Good for you," I said, shrugging.
"I want you to well---screw her---and then screw her over." I stared at Blaise incredulously.
"Blaise, I thought we cleared this up last year. We don't do those favors anymore, okay? They're stupid and pointless."
"What the hell? Only last week we had this discussion and you wanted me to screw over *Potter*, bastard!"
"Well, you refused, didn't you?" I said coolly. Blaise, you are not going to win, I thought. "The thought of sleeping with Miss Head Girl, Hufflepuff loser is revolting. I'd rather sleep with Granger," I snarled at Blaise after she didn't answer.
"Haha. Try as you might, you'd never get Granger," Blaise said, smirking. "Anyway, I'd never sleep with Potter. He's---ugh. No."
"The only reason you wouldn't do it is because you knew just as well as me that Potter has morals. He wouldn't go and do it with a Slytherin slut. He does it for 'love'," I said. Blaise and I had a good laugh. The concept of love made us forget our argument. Love was really for total idiots. -----------------------------------
FOUR MONTHS LATER:
I had succeeded. It had taken me four months of incredible effort, but I had snared Granger. The first month, she had nothing to do with me. But, thanks to Prof. Snape and the Firehorn potion, we had slowly become friends, and now, here I was in the fourth month, snogging her in the empty Potions classroom at night. It was the first time I had attempted to kiss her, and to my half-pleasant, half-aching surprise, she didn't push away. As we broke apart, she did question me.
"What was that about, Ma---Draco, I guess?" I stared at her, not knowing exactly what to say. The kiss wasn't part of the plan. All I had to do was befriend her enough for her to trust me. Romance didn't have to be part of the plan. Why had I done it, then? I convinced myself it was for an extra bit of trust.
"I don't know," I told her, honestly enough. "Sorry," I added as an afterthought. I didn't even bother to realize that I was apologizing to a mudblood. It didn't matter. Now that this had happened---and I cursed myself---her life was over.
"It's okay. I---I don't mind," she said breathlessly. My stomach dropped. Why didn't she mind? Why didn't she push me away? Why did she want to see me again? I had actually hoped---well, a part of me had, at least--- that she would be revolted by my kiss and never trust me enough for me to kill her. No such luck.
Before I really knew what was happening, she pulled me towards her and we were once again caught in a kiss. The kiss before death.
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A/N: Thanks to all...what, four of you, that reviewed. Argh. I wish I could get loads of reviews!! I LOVE MY FOUR REVIEWERS TO BITS AND PIECES!!! Also, * asterisks mean italics since I can't get those to work.*
Chapter 2
I walked back to my common room, exhausted after working for three hours with *Malfoy* on that stupid potion. I was annoyed at him. We had worked in silence, but throughout it all, he kept sending me pointed stares, which were all to easy to interpret. I didn't know what he was playing at, but it was really annoying. Did he really expect me to fall for him after, what, six years of torture? He was insane. Malfoy was the last person in the entire school who was dateworthy; he played girls and everyone knew it. But there were enough bubbleheads in the school that supplied him with a new girlfriend every two weeks. It was crazy. He bedded them and then threw them out.
"Hey, Hermione," Harry called as I entered the common room. He and Ron were playing wizard's chess.
"Hey, Harry," I said.
"What did Snape want to see you and ferret boy for?" Ron asked, although he never once looked up from the set.
"Oh, that. God, boys---will you believe that four months of my precious seventh year are going to be wasted with *him*? Snape wants us to make a Firehorn potion, and it takes four months. Why, I have no clue at all. I bet he just wants to torture me; he knows I can't stand Malfoy.*especially* because he teases me about not being Head Girl...oh, I could kill him!" I balled my hands into fists, truly annoyed at Ferret Boy. He knew the right strings to pull when it came to hurting feelings. He knew how much this whole---goddamit, Hannah Abbot being made Head Girl thing--- really annoyed me, and he couldn't shut up about it during the entire time I had to spend with him. What made it worse was that Ron was Head Boy.
"Hermione," Harry said soothingly. "Head Girl isn't everything. And it could be a lot worse, honestly. What if, say, *he* had been Head Boy and you were Head Girl? That would've been a nightmare." I nodded.
"True," I muttered. "But still, he doesn't have to keep bringing it up."
"Trust me, Hermione," Ron cut in, "being Head Boy sucks. It's so much work. I feel like that git Percy now." I laughed, and then sobered up again, remembering how Percy had disconnected himself from his family. Percy was really something else.
"Well, boys," I said, glancing at the clock that adorned the left wall, "I am really exhausted after that stupid potion. I'm going up to bed. G'night."
"G'night," they called back as I spiraled up the stairs. I really was unbelievably tired. I dropped myself onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
* "Mudblood, mudblood," someone was calling. I spun around only to see a shock of pale blonde hair and silver eyes. I ignored the calling, until he came closer and closer and the word Mudblood was a constant.
"Shut up," I said to him. "Don't call me that!" I noticed that he had a sword in his hand. "Oh, mud blood," he said softly, almost provocatively. He lowered his lips to meet mine, and before I could taste the sweet kiss the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I heard a smirk and then saw a flash of bright silver. The blade cut into my skin easily and I lay there, bleeding, the word mudblood ringing in my ears. The world was going black, and I knew it was all over....*
I woke up from the dream, sweating profusely. The stench of sweat was in the air. Gross, I thought, but I could not shake the eerie feel of the dream. Had I just dreamt that Malfoy was going to kiss me, and then murder me? I shook my head as if to rid myself from the thought. No, this would never happen. I noticed that my heart was pumping rapidly and my blood was shot with adrenaline. Shaking, I walked towards the shower. It was all a dream. Only a dream. Only a dream.
------------------- My brain ached with too much knowledge. I had so badly wanted a carefree life, and here I was, stuck as a Death Eater's son on the verge of becoming a death eater himself. Granger's image had flitted across my mind all night, until I had fallen into a fitful sleep and dreamt a horrifying dream about killing Granger. As soon as it was six, I got up and showered, hoping that the new day would let me forget about my horrible task. I knew that the moment I completed it, my father would give me the dark mark that bonded me to a life of hell.
I walked down to the Great Hall for breakfast. My ex-girlfriend, Blaise, sidled up to me slyly. "Hey, Draco," she said coldly.
"Hello," I said stonily, staring ahead. Blaise, although very different from Pansy (Oh, Drakie!) was still a bubblehead. She was probably the prettiest girl in the entire school and I had been thrilled to date her, but I realized that after three months, I was absolutely starved for intellectual conversation. Blaise was the type of girl that enjoyed seeing people get hurt---sadistic to the bone. I had always thought that I was the most sadistic person in the school, but Blaise was far more. After three months, I had seriously considered breaking up with her, but I hadn't until I caught her snogging *Crabbe* of all people. I realized then that Blaise was the type of girl that only went for hot. I was utterly disgusted because I had been replaced by an idiot. Anyhow, even though we were no longer an 'item' as Pansy had once dubbed us (I dated her a little before I'd dated Blaise and Pansy had been jealous...ahh, my good looks can do that to anyone), Blaise and I still remained---acquaintances. Slytherins don't have friends.
"I need you to do me a favor," Blaise said. Right to the point. She always had been.
"Depends," I said casually. I never showed my emotions if I could help it.
"Well, I hate Hannah Abbot."
"Good for you," I said, shrugging.
"I want you to well---screw her---and then screw her over." I stared at Blaise incredulously.
"Blaise, I thought we cleared this up last year. We don't do those favors anymore, okay? They're stupid and pointless."
"What the hell? Only last week we had this discussion and you wanted me to screw over *Potter*, bastard!"
"Well, you refused, didn't you?" I said coolly. Blaise, you are not going to win, I thought. "The thought of sleeping with Miss Head Girl, Hufflepuff loser is revolting. I'd rather sleep with Granger," I snarled at Blaise after she didn't answer.
"Haha. Try as you might, you'd never get Granger," Blaise said, smirking. "Anyway, I'd never sleep with Potter. He's---ugh. No."
"The only reason you wouldn't do it is because you knew just as well as me that Potter has morals. He wouldn't go and do it with a Slytherin slut. He does it for 'love'," I said. Blaise and I had a good laugh. The concept of love made us forget our argument. Love was really for total idiots. -----------------------------------
FOUR MONTHS LATER:
I had succeeded. It had taken me four months of incredible effort, but I had snared Granger. The first month, she had nothing to do with me. But, thanks to Prof. Snape and the Firehorn potion, we had slowly become friends, and now, here I was in the fourth month, snogging her in the empty Potions classroom at night. It was the first time I had attempted to kiss her, and to my half-pleasant, half-aching surprise, she didn't push away. As we broke apart, she did question me.
"What was that about, Ma---Draco, I guess?" I stared at her, not knowing exactly what to say. The kiss wasn't part of the plan. All I had to do was befriend her enough for her to trust me. Romance didn't have to be part of the plan. Why had I done it, then? I convinced myself it was for an extra bit of trust.
"I don't know," I told her, honestly enough. "Sorry," I added as an afterthought. I didn't even bother to realize that I was apologizing to a mudblood. It didn't matter. Now that this had happened---and I cursed myself---her life was over.
"It's okay. I---I don't mind," she said breathlessly. My stomach dropped. Why didn't she mind? Why didn't she push me away? Why did she want to see me again? I had actually hoped---well, a part of me had, at least--- that she would be revolted by my kiss and never trust me enough for me to kill her. No such luck.
Before I really knew what was happening, she pulled me towards her and we were once again caught in a kiss. The kiss before death.
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