A/N: That was a looong break, sorry. Don't know if anyone even remembers
me, but I'm back. Thanks so much Dracoluver2009, fireangel-the-HP-fan, and
pandagrrl for reviewing. I really appreciate it. (pandagrrl - I fixed some
of the points you made in Chapter 1...I never thought about Hagrid when I
first started writing, but I'll see what I can do to tangle him into the
plot a little.) Anyway, here goes Chapter 3...
Chapter 3 – Potions and Chemistry – in more ways that one.
"I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to stare." Malfoy said with a sly smile. Close up, her face was beautiful. Flawless skin and bright brown eyes...rosy cheeks as she took in what he was saying and blushed.
"I was admiring the picture behind you, Malfoy. Don't get your hopes up."
Hermione picked up the paper Snape left on the desk...the Polyjuice Potion, eh? She knew about this and smiled as she recalled her skin sprouting fur...God, it was disgusting.
"What are you so happy about?" Malfoy demanded. He was starting to get mad at himself again for thinking so...positively of her. He tried to think of her bad points, but there were none he could think of at the moment.
"Nothing." She said quickly, "Do you want to get the ingredients out of the cabinet, or shall I have to do the whole thing by myself?"
"Nobody gives me orders, Granger." He glared into her eyes, but regretted it at once, for he was entranced again by here mere stare. It made him feel nervous and a bit clammy...I've been with tons of other girls...why should Granger make me feel this way? He thought to himself.
"Fine. Just sit there then, but don't get in the way."
"You think you're so much better than me? Let me remind you that I am in this class with you, and we are both equals, except for the fact that you are a mud-"
"Can it."
"I said not to give me orders." He flamed. How dare she order him around like a house elf? He was a Malfoy.
"I'll give orders to whoever needs them." He's kind of scaring me...she thought.
"What's that?" he pushed her against the wall.
"Are you having hearing issues? I said, I'll give orders to whoever needs them." She replied stubbornly, forgetting that Malfoy was twice as strong as her.
"And tell me, Granger...or, Hermione...would you like to be beat up?"
"You're so uncivilized. I didn't know pure-bloods got their way by muggle-fighting. I'm going to have a lot to tell the rest of the Slytherins..." she taunted him, but couldn't help enjoying the warmth of his body and his steely stare. He was hot. Immediately, she scolded herself for thinking that way. Malfoy isn't my type anyway, he goes for the sluts, not the decent people.
"Don't look at me like that!" Malfoy said suddenly.
"Like what?"
"It's...you're..."
"What the hell is your problem?"
"I can't help it."
"Apparently!"
"Stop!"
"I'm not...nnh..."
Hermione felt Draco's smooth lips on her own giving her a warm, tingling sensation...and she immediately felt light-headed...why am I feeling this way...oh well, it feels magical...fuck! I'm kissing Malfoy. Ugh, time to face reality here...
She shoved him away hard, ripping his lips off of hers.
"What the fuck was that?"
Malfoy smirked, "Aren't you happy? Your first kiss was with the hottest guy you'll ever meet."
"Ugh...what did I do to deserve this?"
"What? Any girl would kill to have had that happen Hermione...guess we're on a first name basis now, that kiss bringing us so close, eh?"
"Hell no! You-"
"Stop flirting with me, I know I'm all that, but Hermione, we really should get to work on our potion."
Hermione's jaw dropped open, her face in a state of disbelief. What the hell, he was the one...oh well, know what? I'm just gonna do the potion, pretend this never happened. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up to find that it was a dream.
As Hermione and Malfoy finished the potion in silence, Malfoy relived the past few moments. Hermione's stare had entranced him once again and turned him to perverted mode. He couldn't help kissing her, and when he did, he had felt so complete, so full of life again...he felt that life never had anything missing. The kiss was an adventure, it was magic, it was everything he wanted from his life. It wasn't just lust and hormones, seriously, he knew the difference from being with so many people...he relived the moment again and again...even when he was just in her presence. Her words and her voice, her expressions...interested him and delighted himto the fullest extent...and...
"Klutz!" Hermione said when Draco had absentmindedly dropped the bottle of whatever he had been holding-he didn't know.
Draco glared and Hermione fell silent. The silence rang loudly in both their ears for the rest of the period. Besides the occasional shuffle, handing of flasks, and...the sneaking glances, Hermione and Draco made no contact.
Professor Snape strode into the room as the bell rang. When he saw the potion perfectly completed on the table, he turned to Malfoy.
"A good day's work Mr. Malfoy. Ten points to Slytherin." And he strode out.
Hermione had a look of disbelief on her face.
"What the hell was that?" she said.
"What, are you thinking about how hot I am again?"
"No, you perv. If you didn't notice...Ugh, never mind! I'm out." And she turned to leave.
"Without saying bye to me?" he said slyly, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
"Don't touch me!" she shoved him off.
"Trying to be tough, as always...but you know you love me." He called out as she walked out the door. "Those stubborn Gryffindors...hot stuff." He muttered to himself with a smile.
Chapter 3 – Potions and Chemistry – in more ways that one.
"I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to stare." Malfoy said with a sly smile. Close up, her face was beautiful. Flawless skin and bright brown eyes...rosy cheeks as she took in what he was saying and blushed.
"I was admiring the picture behind you, Malfoy. Don't get your hopes up."
Hermione picked up the paper Snape left on the desk...the Polyjuice Potion, eh? She knew about this and smiled as she recalled her skin sprouting fur...God, it was disgusting.
"What are you so happy about?" Malfoy demanded. He was starting to get mad at himself again for thinking so...positively of her. He tried to think of her bad points, but there were none he could think of at the moment.
"Nothing." She said quickly, "Do you want to get the ingredients out of the cabinet, or shall I have to do the whole thing by myself?"
"Nobody gives me orders, Granger." He glared into her eyes, but regretted it at once, for he was entranced again by here mere stare. It made him feel nervous and a bit clammy...I've been with tons of other girls...why should Granger make me feel this way? He thought to himself.
"Fine. Just sit there then, but don't get in the way."
"You think you're so much better than me? Let me remind you that I am in this class with you, and we are both equals, except for the fact that you are a mud-"
"Can it."
"I said not to give me orders." He flamed. How dare she order him around like a house elf? He was a Malfoy.
"I'll give orders to whoever needs them." He's kind of scaring me...she thought.
"What's that?" he pushed her against the wall.
"Are you having hearing issues? I said, I'll give orders to whoever needs them." She replied stubbornly, forgetting that Malfoy was twice as strong as her.
"And tell me, Granger...or, Hermione...would you like to be beat up?"
"You're so uncivilized. I didn't know pure-bloods got their way by muggle-fighting. I'm going to have a lot to tell the rest of the Slytherins..." she taunted him, but couldn't help enjoying the warmth of his body and his steely stare. He was hot. Immediately, she scolded herself for thinking that way. Malfoy isn't my type anyway, he goes for the sluts, not the decent people.
"Don't look at me like that!" Malfoy said suddenly.
"Like what?"
"It's...you're..."
"What the hell is your problem?"
"I can't help it."
"Apparently!"
"Stop!"
"I'm not...nnh..."
Hermione felt Draco's smooth lips on her own giving her a warm, tingling sensation...and she immediately felt light-headed...why am I feeling this way...oh well, it feels magical...fuck! I'm kissing Malfoy. Ugh, time to face reality here...
She shoved him away hard, ripping his lips off of hers.
"What the fuck was that?"
Malfoy smirked, "Aren't you happy? Your first kiss was with the hottest guy you'll ever meet."
"Ugh...what did I do to deserve this?"
"What? Any girl would kill to have had that happen Hermione...guess we're on a first name basis now, that kiss bringing us so close, eh?"
"Hell no! You-"
"Stop flirting with me, I know I'm all that, but Hermione, we really should get to work on our potion."
Hermione's jaw dropped open, her face in a state of disbelief. What the hell, he was the one...oh well, know what? I'm just gonna do the potion, pretend this never happened. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up to find that it was a dream.
As Hermione and Malfoy finished the potion in silence, Malfoy relived the past few moments. Hermione's stare had entranced him once again and turned him to perverted mode. He couldn't help kissing her, and when he did, he had felt so complete, so full of life again...he felt that life never had anything missing. The kiss was an adventure, it was magic, it was everything he wanted from his life. It wasn't just lust and hormones, seriously, he knew the difference from being with so many people...he relived the moment again and again...even when he was just in her presence. Her words and her voice, her expressions...interested him and delighted himto the fullest extent...and...
"Klutz!" Hermione said when Draco had absentmindedly dropped the bottle of whatever he had been holding-he didn't know.
Draco glared and Hermione fell silent. The silence rang loudly in both their ears for the rest of the period. Besides the occasional shuffle, handing of flasks, and...the sneaking glances, Hermione and Draco made no contact.
Professor Snape strode into the room as the bell rang. When he saw the potion perfectly completed on the table, he turned to Malfoy.
"A good day's work Mr. Malfoy. Ten points to Slytherin." And he strode out.
Hermione had a look of disbelief on her face.
"What the hell was that?" she said.
"What, are you thinking about how hot I am again?"
"No, you perv. If you didn't notice...Ugh, never mind! I'm out." And she turned to leave.
"Without saying bye to me?" he said slyly, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
"Don't touch me!" she shoved him off.
"Trying to be tough, as always...but you know you love me." He called out as she walked out the door. "Those stubborn Gryffindors...hot stuff." He muttered to himself with a smile.