A/n: OK hi! Sorry it took a while. Yeah, been lazy.
Chapter 4 : How hard can it be?
Hermione got up that Saturday morning and decided to go down the common room. Not surprised to see a pudgy blonde with a nice perm sitting across from another blonde who's hair was already gelled back. It was 11:00 in the morning and Hermione had just realised she had slept in. She had missed breakfast already, and she had to start working on another big assignment.
She sighed and silently groaned. "You know, you're not allowed in the Heads common room. Were you here last night too?" she rolled her eyes at Pansy Parkinson, who turned around with a gross smirk on her face. Draco looked up as though they had been interrupted during an "important" conversation.
"Jelous?." Draco smirked. Pansy put her leg up the arm chair and looked up at her.
"No thanks I'd rather burn"
"Now that's something I'd like to see," Pansy snorted.
"Well too bad you won't, because you'll be with me" Hermione grabbed her books and left the room.
"Oh c'mon, Granger, I know you want to stick around for a bit," Draco teased as Pansy giggled.
Hermione gestured her hands in front of her mouth and made funny barfing noises.
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"Hey Hermione," Ron called out when Hermione entered the Great Hall.
"What's up, Hermione?" Harry added as she sat down across from them.
"Oh not much, going to do some work afterwards." Hermione put her books down as Ron and Harry exchanged looks.
"Today? It's a Saturday."
"Since when have I not done work on a Saturday?" Hermione grabbed two scrambled eggs and some sausage.
"True, but come on, you need a break!"
"No more dancing frogs, please." Hermione started to munch on her food as her eye caught the eye of her common-room partner hand in hand with the Miss Blond and Perm. She rolled her eyes, "Malfoy with her is sickening."
"Malfoy with anyone is sickening." Ron grinned, "Surprisingly he can get someone that ho-"
"Dude, don't you dare finish that sentence!" Harry blurted out in alarm.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh, "Ron, she's way too out of your league"
"What league? I know she wasn't that easy on the eyes before but d-d-amnn-"
"Do you realise what you're saying?" Harry said in disgust, exchanging looks with Hermione now.
"Right, that's gross. I'm leaving now bye!" Hermione raised a brow, grabbed her books and headed out.
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This book's still here? Hermione eyed the large brown book sideways, still lying there untouched. Well... still lying there looking untouched.
Hermione gulped and placed her books on the table and looked around. Opening the book cover she saw the same parchment flipped over to a new entry.
It replied...
Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach. Weird...?
I'd like to see you try
Some attitude you got there, for a piece of paper I'm shocked. Have it your way then. Let's see who can be better.
Hermione read ahead but there was nothing that followed but a small blank space of nothing. "Ookay..." She flipped the page and saw....wait, there was a second page? This is getting weirder and weirder... yet "Interesting." She said.
Her eyes, they pierce me like a slender needle
Her touch, freezes my every motion, cannot move, not even a little
She spoke and captured my every whisper, like Death
My broken legs shiver and quiver as she grabbed by every breath
She held me close as I realise I am in her trap
What a way to end this stupid piece of crap
Happy? Now what's your name?
"Attractive, but waaaaayy to end it," she thought sarcastically. Deep thoughts. It's time to play with its mind, let's see how much it's worth.
This is fun.
Hermione quickly grabbed the quill and began writing.
Not bad. For a piece of paper, impressive. Deep and romantic. I like that. Although it couldn't have been better than my piece. Let's see what else you can do.
She giggled to herself. Let's see how this thing can really think ....
She closed it carefully and began to start working on her assignment.
That next day, the staff became busy. People had been caught up with last-minute homework and there had been more meetings for the new upcoming events, the start of Quidditch season, new timetables and such. People were busy, especially the Head boy and Girl.
"This blows" Draco sat on his armchair with his back slouched amd lazilly rested while he looked at the ceiling. "I need to get some sleep, Granger, so today."
Hermione, on the other hand, was pacing back and forth with a pen in her mouth trying to think of something. "I don't like it any more than you do, so shut your trap because it would be just wonderful to get this over with. I want to get my sleep too, you know."
Draco shrugged. It was already 10 at night, the two had just gotten back from supervising
the "curfew look-out-for-students...thing". They had just been asked by Dumbledore to help think of a new schedule, for new events to fit in along before Quidditch season and after try-outs.
"Oh, where's McGonagall!" Hermione looked at the time. Professor McGonagall should be arriving shortly to check up on their meeting. Professor was probably also suspicious on what goes on when it's just the two archenemies are alone.
No dirty thoughts, please.
"It would've been done minutes ago if I had someone else less-idiotic as a partner," Hermione mumbled under her breath.
"Yeah, meaning someone other than you," Draco uttered, apparantly have heard what she had said.
"You know, only if you weren't needed- I'm sorry- partiallly needed with Dumbledore as a Head Boy, I would definitley have choked you to death privatley a long time ago, Malfoy. I'd be happy to do it right here, right now." She sighed heavilly, "I don't know why you even got chosen!"
"Maybe because I'm smart- I'm sorry- smarter than you. Of course they need me because they just can't put you in for the job. They need style as well."
"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you." Hermione had slipped out her wand and muttered something that glued Malfoy's two lips together. Draco, finally realising what he was in, grabbed his wand and mumbled out something that turned out to be completley different. Hermione's hair stood up like static!
Hermione pointed her wand towards him and out of the blue, Malfoy jumped and pushed her away. Crawling on the floor, Hermione tried to search for her wand that flew to some direction. With her standing hair, she looked around quickly-- there! She grabbed it...
Too late, Malfoy's smirking foot had placed itself on her wand and he picked it up before her. With both his and her wand pointed towards Hermione, she had to think quickly and grabbed both his legs- forcing him to fall on the floor with a thud. His wand slipped out of his hands and Hermione quickly grabbed it before it fell.
Draco shook his head with disbelief, pointing at Hermione with her own wand, and Hermione with his. Suddenly, the common room painting slid open. McGonagall entered.