Ü chapter 2 the Beginning Ü
Hermione screamed. But before she could break the glass windows of the inn, the muscular man put on a Silencing Charm in the room.
"Silencio!" uttered the man.
Hermione recognized the voice. It was the voice that she heard when she was called "mudblood". It was the same voice that caused the Hogwarts students to have insufferable censures on the trio. That voice belonged to Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?!" a bit of shock and anger on her voice. "What the fuck are you dong in my room?!" she was now standing. She didn't realize that the first three buttons of her top flew open, exposing her enormous boobs (but then, she still has her bra on! [sigh!]), and miles and miles of long, flawless legs.
"You're room, mudblood?!" he asked. While his eyes focused on her breasts.
"This is room number nine, you stupid git!" she said looking at Draco's pale blue eyes.
"Nine? Don't you know how to read?" he said still staring at her breasts. "You might get your brains checked, Granger!"
"What?!" she stammered but before she could say another word, she noticed Draco's eyes glued on her chest. She slapped him on the face (just like in their 3rd year). "Better take your eyes off my breasts, Malfoy."
"Don't read too much of it, Granger."
"Right. Now, get out of my room or else I'll go call Tom!"
"I told you, this is not room nine!" he said while massaging the cheek that Hermione slapped. "Go check it out!"
Without hesitation, she opened the door. She saw the huge number 9 in front of her. To her surprise, the door she was holding was room ten. She realized she went to the room across her own. The room Draco Malfoy occupied. She felt a rush of blood flowing out of her face. She was so embarrassed she took all of her clothes from the floor, and stormed out the room.
"God Granger! You hit like a man!"
She muttered "sorry" and quickly ran to the room across Malfoy's. She slammed the door shut and sank to the ground when she entered the room. 'How could I be so stupid?!' she thought.
After a few swears to herself, she fell asleep on the floor, forgetting to lock the door.
'She is remarkably—hot!' Draco thought while lying on his bed. 'If that's what's under her thick robes,' He shifted to the other side. 'Delicious!'
When morning came, Draco rushed out of his room, wearing jogging pants and a white tee that fit perfectly around his biceps. His curious mind began to activate. He wanted to see Hermione in broad daylight so he waited in his room for any signs of her. But to his dismay, after 2 hours of waiting, she never came out.
Being the spoiled brat that he is, he crept to room number 9, turned the knob slowly, and was seized by something that blocked the way. His eyes landed on a very beautiful Hermione, lying on the floor. His visions of her last night were magnified a million times better as he saw the reality with much light around them.
'Wow! Wow! Wow!' he thought as he eyed on Hermione's flawless skin. He raised her from the ground. 'She's as light as a feather.'
Hermione moved a bit in Draco's strong arms. She muttered something that sounded like "complete hottie". Halfway through the room, Hermione suddenly moved a bit to the side, facing Draco's right breast. He snuggled close to Draco and inhaled deeply.
"Oh kiss me, Joshie!" she muttered in her sleep.
Draco chuckled. He never knew Hermione was a tiger in her dreams. Wondering who the "hottie" was, he placed Hermione on her bed and pulled up the blanket up to her collar bones. 'What an endangered specie' he thought.
As he stared at her spotless face, he felt the urge to touch her. Never realizing what he was doing, he touched Hermione's soft hair, which smelled like strawberry extracts. It was so comforting that he closed his eyes for a few minutes. His daydreaming was cut short when Hermione tried to flutter her eyes. Disappointed and dumbstruck, he quickly ran out of the room.
Hermione sat up. 'I dreamt of him. I dreamt of Draco Malfoy.' She thought as she refreshed her mind from the dream she had. Visions of Draco ran through her mind.
She was crying. She didn't know why, but she burst into tears. The next thing she knew, she stood face to face with Malfoy. He was the most debonair guy she saw. He was so strong and his body was a hundred times better built than any other macho guy she ever met. His pale blue misty eyes were so hypnotizing. Suddenly, she felt a sudden rush of blood. She leaned closer to Draco. Closer and closer until their lips met. They kissed feverishly for a few seconds. His tongue parted her lips and came in contact with hers and they strangled inside their mouths. Draco began to slip his fingers on her thong's waistband. But before he could take her panties out completely, someone shook her. And she woke up, breaking the blissful dream. The mere presence of Draco in Hermione's fantasy was already intoxicating to her.
"Too bad, it was just a dream," she said as she grabbed her towel and went in the bathroom. 'Heavenly evil indeed!' she thought.
After 2 hours in the bathroom, she got up, dried herself up and went through her stuff. She took out a black mini and a gray sleeveless off- shoulders blouse. After dressing up, she put on her high-heeled boots that rested just below her knees. She grabbed her long Dolce coat and her purse, and went out of the room. But as she walked out the door, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. It was a letter. Addressed to her, with a Hogwarts seal on it. She opened it and read the letter silently.
Miss Granger,
Please meet me in the Wizard's Shack at exactly 2:30 pm. Thank you.
Albus Dumbledore
'Great. Just great,' she thought as she went out the door.
She was walking through the street when she spotted a very beautiful dress displayed on a wizard boutique shop. It was a white halter gown, which flowed down the ground. At the back of it, thin pieces of cloth came crisscrossing, attaching the sides of the dress. The hole at the back landed at top of the mannequin's butt.
She went in the shop and asked the saleslady if she could try it on. The saleslady examined Hermione. Realizing that she had the perfect size, she undressed the mannequin and gave the gown to her.
After trying it on, she went out of the dressing room. The saleslady was amazed when she looked at Hermione. It was a perfect fit. The gown hugged tightly around her body, giving it a great revelation.
Just as she was turning around, spinning like a goddess, Draco Malfoy peered through the glass window. Suddenly, everything surrounding him spun very fast; except for Hermione (just like in the movies. Sorry, but I felt like writing it.). He thought he was insane, thinking about the "mudblood" that way. He was about to enter the shop when—
"DRACKIE! My Drackie!" cried a girl with a pug-like face. She had very straight, silver-blonde hair up to her shoulders. Together with her was a tall guy with brunette hair and gray eyes.
"I missed you!" shrieked the girl, wrapping her fingers around Draco's neck and giving him a very passionate or rather disgusting kiss.
"Pansy," he began, breaking the kiss. "Everybody's looking!"
"So what? I can't go PDA-ing with my boyfriend?"
"Ex—boyfriend."
"Don't be silly. I was just playing with that Ravenclaw guy," she said, while flapping her eyelashes. "You are still my baby, Baby. Right Blaise?"
"Blaise?"
"Oh my Merlin!" the brunette stammered, staring at the glass window of the shop, spotting Hermione, who was now examining the clothes on the rack. She was still on her gown. "Is that Granger?! Bloody hell! SHE'S HOT!"
"Come, let's go talk in the Shack," Draco said, trembling, afraid that Blaise might fall completely for Hermione. 'No man by the name of Blaise Zabini is going to steal that sexy mudblood from me' he thought. "It's cold out here," he blurted out.
Craning his neck to see a good view of the "sexy mudblood", Zabini was pulled by Draco, signaling that they should get going.
Still dazed from the sight, Blaise drank his butterbeer. "I-I-it was Gr-gr- gran-granger," he stuttered. "Di-di-did you see her, Malfoy? She was transformed!"
"Liposuction and implants," interrupted Pansy. "Surely." But she was still ignored.
"She's still the big toothed mudblood that we know," Draco lied, hoping that Blaise would go with his untruthful criticisms. "And I heard she's going out with some dork in her muddy muggle world."
"Too bad," faltered Blaise. "I was beginning to think she'd go out with me."
'Yeah right, Zabini.' Draco thought. 'Why would that babe go out with you when a certain Draco Malfoy exists?'
"Oh, Blaise! I can't believe you'd sink that low and fall for that bitch," Pansy snorted out.
"Oh just shut up, Parkinson. Just because you're wide-hipped, you'd go bitchy over someone who's twice as--," muttered Blaise with a crooked eyebrow but was interrupted as Hermione went through the doors of the Wizard's Shack with a boy, hand in hand. "What the—holy shit."
"You shit head!" Pansy cried. Blaise, who now stood up, spilled his butterbeer on her.
Draco, too, got up from his seat. He eyed Hermione with a guy, 6 feet, well built, neatly clothed, and with slick-back, dark hair. Thick eyebrows covered his brown eyes.
"Ooohh... fresh meat," said Pansy. "Sorry, Blaise. Seems like she's taken."
Both Blaise and Draco were speechless. Fury fogged up Draco's senses. He couldn't believe what he saw. He went ballistic as he raged through the newly entered couple.
"What the hell are you doing with this dumbass?!" Draco questioned, pointing his index finger to the guy. "Why didn't you tell me about this— this—shit?!"
Hermione was surprised with Draco's sudden outburst. "Excuse me, Malfoy, but who are you to insult Viktor?" Hermione asked with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. "And what is it with you if I'm with my friend?"
"Friend? You—you—mean you're not—" Draco stuttered.
"No," Viktor said. "Vere juz friends, Draco. Herm-own-ninny and I, vere juz friends."
Draco completely turned red. He just embarrassed himself in front of her dream girl and the Bulgarian team's best seeker.
"Why? You've got a problem with that, Malfoy?" asked Hermione who was now blushing because of the sudden scene.
"No—I mean, I don't even care," said Malfoy. "I was just—trying to—" he was now very wobbly, trying to explain things using hand gestures, but he failed to say anything with sense.
"Right," said Hermione in a very cynical way. "You were just being the normal, egotistic, arrogant pest, as usual." She clutched on Viktor's arm and went to a table near the counter, leaving a dumbfounded Draco standing in the middle of the crowded shack.
"Herm-own-ninny, vy vas that Malfoy guy so," Viktor began. "So into you?"
"Oh don't be silly, Viktor. He's not even my friend," she said. "As I have told you earlier, he's just being a nosy jerk."
"Oooh... honestly, Herm-own-ninny, vat I see is a very veird connection," Viktor teased.
"Connection?! Are you serious?" Hermione shrieked. "The only connection between me and the Superferret is a subway ticket from China to Brazil."
"Vat?"
"It means we have no connection. Period. And besides, he's not my type."
Viktor chuckled. "Is that so?" he looked at Hermione's face sternly. "It that vy you are burning red now, Herm-own-ninny?"
"What? Oh, allergies," she lied. She looked at Viktor who was sneering. She was so pissed off with the lights since it didn't hide her face that was blushing very hard. 'Stupid lights.'
"Vat incredible allergies!" Viktor said. "You have allergies when you see your—not type. Now I get it."
"Shut up!" said Hermione. "He's. Not. My. Type."
"But Herm-own-ninny, he looks a lot like Alex Band. Wasn't he your type?"
Recently, Hermione just found out that Viktor's grandmother was a muggle. And so, they met in a bar owned by Viktor's uncle during the summer where Hermione's band played every Friday night back at home. Both of them shared the same likes in music. Actually, they kind of dated a little but since they both didn't want to cause any trouble (Viktor's career and Hermione's studies), they decided it would be better if they remained friends.
"Yeah," she said. "Alex Band's butt and Malfoy's face looks a lot like each other."
"Oh really?" replied Viktor. "You alvays thought Alex's ass vas sexy!"
He laughed at the poker-faced Hermione. She tried to speak but no words came out.
"You think Malfoy's sexy!" cried Viktor.
"No! I was just—I was—I was—"
But before she could talk the talk, the door burst open and in came Professor Dumbledore.
"You're here!" the old wizard said in an aged voice. "Very well, Ms. Granger, I'll be waiting for you in the V.I.P. room."
"Head girl duty calls," said Hermione. "Drop by Leaky Cauldron later, all right?"
"Vatever you say, Herm-own-ninny."
"I'll get back with you later."
Upon entering the secluded room, she almost stumbled down a step, which wasn't that evident. She saw Draco Malfoy sitting comfortably on the black leather couch. 'Please don't tell me he's—'
"Head boy, Granger," spoke Draco with a very haughty expression on his face. "Lost?"
"Kiss my ass, Malfoy. I'm Head Girl," Hermione replied. Though she was unsure if she liked this news.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger," greeted Professor Dumbledore, causing their heads to turn to the old man's direction. They gazed at his hypnotizing eyes under his half-moon spectacles. "I believe, you know why you're here," he added in a very cool tone.
"Are you serious, Professor?" Hermione inquired. "This—is—Head Boy?"
"Now, now, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy has all the right to be one of the model students of Hogwarts. After all, he has showed us such astounding skills with his magic."
Hermione didn't know how to respond to this. All the while, Draco just gave Hermione his ever-so-famous smirk.
"I'm sorry," Hermione muttered.
"This, is a map of the school," said Dumbledore, taking out an old parchment, which appears to be another copy of the Marauder's Map, only it didn't contain the secret passages to Hogsmeade. "And I trust you two to get along with each other and work harmoniously. After all, you'll be spending the whole year sharing the same dormitory. Good day, and I will see you on the 1st day of September." And with one blink of an eye, he disapparated.
"Looking forward to work with you, Granger," Draco said, still wearing the Malfoy smirk.
Hermione just scoffed at Draco and dashed out of the room.
'Hmm... playing hard-to-get...' he thought. 'We'll see about that.'
Hermione screamed. But before she could break the glass windows of the inn, the muscular man put on a Silencing Charm in the room.
"Silencio!" uttered the man.
Hermione recognized the voice. It was the voice that she heard when she was called "mudblood". It was the same voice that caused the Hogwarts students to have insufferable censures on the trio. That voice belonged to Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?!" a bit of shock and anger on her voice. "What the fuck are you dong in my room?!" she was now standing. She didn't realize that the first three buttons of her top flew open, exposing her enormous boobs (but then, she still has her bra on! [sigh!]), and miles and miles of long, flawless legs.
"You're room, mudblood?!" he asked. While his eyes focused on her breasts.
"This is room number nine, you stupid git!" she said looking at Draco's pale blue eyes.
"Nine? Don't you know how to read?" he said still staring at her breasts. "You might get your brains checked, Granger!"
"What?!" she stammered but before she could say another word, she noticed Draco's eyes glued on her chest. She slapped him on the face (just like in their 3rd year). "Better take your eyes off my breasts, Malfoy."
"Don't read too much of it, Granger."
"Right. Now, get out of my room or else I'll go call Tom!"
"I told you, this is not room nine!" he said while massaging the cheek that Hermione slapped. "Go check it out!"
Without hesitation, she opened the door. She saw the huge number 9 in front of her. To her surprise, the door she was holding was room ten. She realized she went to the room across her own. The room Draco Malfoy occupied. She felt a rush of blood flowing out of her face. She was so embarrassed she took all of her clothes from the floor, and stormed out the room.
"God Granger! You hit like a man!"
She muttered "sorry" and quickly ran to the room across Malfoy's. She slammed the door shut and sank to the ground when she entered the room. 'How could I be so stupid?!' she thought.
After a few swears to herself, she fell asleep on the floor, forgetting to lock the door.
'She is remarkably—hot!' Draco thought while lying on his bed. 'If that's what's under her thick robes,' He shifted to the other side. 'Delicious!'
When morning came, Draco rushed out of his room, wearing jogging pants and a white tee that fit perfectly around his biceps. His curious mind began to activate. He wanted to see Hermione in broad daylight so he waited in his room for any signs of her. But to his dismay, after 2 hours of waiting, she never came out.
Being the spoiled brat that he is, he crept to room number 9, turned the knob slowly, and was seized by something that blocked the way. His eyes landed on a very beautiful Hermione, lying on the floor. His visions of her last night were magnified a million times better as he saw the reality with much light around them.
'Wow! Wow! Wow!' he thought as he eyed on Hermione's flawless skin. He raised her from the ground. 'She's as light as a feather.'
Hermione moved a bit in Draco's strong arms. She muttered something that sounded like "complete hottie". Halfway through the room, Hermione suddenly moved a bit to the side, facing Draco's right breast. He snuggled close to Draco and inhaled deeply.
"Oh kiss me, Joshie!" she muttered in her sleep.
Draco chuckled. He never knew Hermione was a tiger in her dreams. Wondering who the "hottie" was, he placed Hermione on her bed and pulled up the blanket up to her collar bones. 'What an endangered specie' he thought.
As he stared at her spotless face, he felt the urge to touch her. Never realizing what he was doing, he touched Hermione's soft hair, which smelled like strawberry extracts. It was so comforting that he closed his eyes for a few minutes. His daydreaming was cut short when Hermione tried to flutter her eyes. Disappointed and dumbstruck, he quickly ran out of the room.
Hermione sat up. 'I dreamt of him. I dreamt of Draco Malfoy.' She thought as she refreshed her mind from the dream she had. Visions of Draco ran through her mind.
She was crying. She didn't know why, but she burst into tears. The next thing she knew, she stood face to face with Malfoy. He was the most debonair guy she saw. He was so strong and his body was a hundred times better built than any other macho guy she ever met. His pale blue misty eyes were so hypnotizing. Suddenly, she felt a sudden rush of blood. She leaned closer to Draco. Closer and closer until their lips met. They kissed feverishly for a few seconds. His tongue parted her lips and came in contact with hers and they strangled inside their mouths. Draco began to slip his fingers on her thong's waistband. But before he could take her panties out completely, someone shook her. And she woke up, breaking the blissful dream. The mere presence of Draco in Hermione's fantasy was already intoxicating to her.
"Too bad, it was just a dream," she said as she grabbed her towel and went in the bathroom. 'Heavenly evil indeed!' she thought.
After 2 hours in the bathroom, she got up, dried herself up and went through her stuff. She took out a black mini and a gray sleeveless off- shoulders blouse. After dressing up, she put on her high-heeled boots that rested just below her knees. She grabbed her long Dolce coat and her purse, and went out of the room. But as she walked out the door, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. It was a letter. Addressed to her, with a Hogwarts seal on it. She opened it and read the letter silently.
Miss Granger,
Please meet me in the Wizard's Shack at exactly 2:30 pm. Thank you.
Albus Dumbledore
'Great. Just great,' she thought as she went out the door.
She was walking through the street when she spotted a very beautiful dress displayed on a wizard boutique shop. It was a white halter gown, which flowed down the ground. At the back of it, thin pieces of cloth came crisscrossing, attaching the sides of the dress. The hole at the back landed at top of the mannequin's butt.
She went in the shop and asked the saleslady if she could try it on. The saleslady examined Hermione. Realizing that she had the perfect size, she undressed the mannequin and gave the gown to her.
After trying it on, she went out of the dressing room. The saleslady was amazed when she looked at Hermione. It was a perfect fit. The gown hugged tightly around her body, giving it a great revelation.
Just as she was turning around, spinning like a goddess, Draco Malfoy peered through the glass window. Suddenly, everything surrounding him spun very fast; except for Hermione (just like in the movies. Sorry, but I felt like writing it.). He thought he was insane, thinking about the "mudblood" that way. He was about to enter the shop when—
"DRACKIE! My Drackie!" cried a girl with a pug-like face. She had very straight, silver-blonde hair up to her shoulders. Together with her was a tall guy with brunette hair and gray eyes.
"I missed you!" shrieked the girl, wrapping her fingers around Draco's neck and giving him a very passionate or rather disgusting kiss.
"Pansy," he began, breaking the kiss. "Everybody's looking!"
"So what? I can't go PDA-ing with my boyfriend?"
"Ex—boyfriend."
"Don't be silly. I was just playing with that Ravenclaw guy," she said, while flapping her eyelashes. "You are still my baby, Baby. Right Blaise?"
"Blaise?"
"Oh my Merlin!" the brunette stammered, staring at the glass window of the shop, spotting Hermione, who was now examining the clothes on the rack. She was still on her gown. "Is that Granger?! Bloody hell! SHE'S HOT!"
"Come, let's go talk in the Shack," Draco said, trembling, afraid that Blaise might fall completely for Hermione. 'No man by the name of Blaise Zabini is going to steal that sexy mudblood from me' he thought. "It's cold out here," he blurted out.
Craning his neck to see a good view of the "sexy mudblood", Zabini was pulled by Draco, signaling that they should get going.
Still dazed from the sight, Blaise drank his butterbeer. "I-I-it was Gr-gr- gran-granger," he stuttered. "Di-di-did you see her, Malfoy? She was transformed!"
"Liposuction and implants," interrupted Pansy. "Surely." But she was still ignored.
"She's still the big toothed mudblood that we know," Draco lied, hoping that Blaise would go with his untruthful criticisms. "And I heard she's going out with some dork in her muddy muggle world."
"Too bad," faltered Blaise. "I was beginning to think she'd go out with me."
'Yeah right, Zabini.' Draco thought. 'Why would that babe go out with you when a certain Draco Malfoy exists?'
"Oh, Blaise! I can't believe you'd sink that low and fall for that bitch," Pansy snorted out.
"Oh just shut up, Parkinson. Just because you're wide-hipped, you'd go bitchy over someone who's twice as--," muttered Blaise with a crooked eyebrow but was interrupted as Hermione went through the doors of the Wizard's Shack with a boy, hand in hand. "What the—holy shit."
"You shit head!" Pansy cried. Blaise, who now stood up, spilled his butterbeer on her.
Draco, too, got up from his seat. He eyed Hermione with a guy, 6 feet, well built, neatly clothed, and with slick-back, dark hair. Thick eyebrows covered his brown eyes.
"Ooohh... fresh meat," said Pansy. "Sorry, Blaise. Seems like she's taken."
Both Blaise and Draco were speechless. Fury fogged up Draco's senses. He couldn't believe what he saw. He went ballistic as he raged through the newly entered couple.
"What the hell are you doing with this dumbass?!" Draco questioned, pointing his index finger to the guy. "Why didn't you tell me about this— this—shit?!"
Hermione was surprised with Draco's sudden outburst. "Excuse me, Malfoy, but who are you to insult Viktor?" Hermione asked with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow. "And what is it with you if I'm with my friend?"
"Friend? You—you—mean you're not—" Draco stuttered.
"No," Viktor said. "Vere juz friends, Draco. Herm-own-ninny and I, vere juz friends."
Draco completely turned red. He just embarrassed himself in front of her dream girl and the Bulgarian team's best seeker.
"Why? You've got a problem with that, Malfoy?" asked Hermione who was now blushing because of the sudden scene.
"No—I mean, I don't even care," said Malfoy. "I was just—trying to—" he was now very wobbly, trying to explain things using hand gestures, but he failed to say anything with sense.
"Right," said Hermione in a very cynical way. "You were just being the normal, egotistic, arrogant pest, as usual." She clutched on Viktor's arm and went to a table near the counter, leaving a dumbfounded Draco standing in the middle of the crowded shack.
"Herm-own-ninny, vy vas that Malfoy guy so," Viktor began. "So into you?"
"Oh don't be silly, Viktor. He's not even my friend," she said. "As I have told you earlier, he's just being a nosy jerk."
"Oooh... honestly, Herm-own-ninny, vat I see is a very veird connection," Viktor teased.
"Connection?! Are you serious?" Hermione shrieked. "The only connection between me and the Superferret is a subway ticket from China to Brazil."
"Vat?"
"It means we have no connection. Period. And besides, he's not my type."
Viktor chuckled. "Is that so?" he looked at Hermione's face sternly. "It that vy you are burning red now, Herm-own-ninny?"
"What? Oh, allergies," she lied. She looked at Viktor who was sneering. She was so pissed off with the lights since it didn't hide her face that was blushing very hard. 'Stupid lights.'
"Vat incredible allergies!" Viktor said. "You have allergies when you see your—not type. Now I get it."
"Shut up!" said Hermione. "He's. Not. My. Type."
"But Herm-own-ninny, he looks a lot like Alex Band. Wasn't he your type?"
Recently, Hermione just found out that Viktor's grandmother was a muggle. And so, they met in a bar owned by Viktor's uncle during the summer where Hermione's band played every Friday night back at home. Both of them shared the same likes in music. Actually, they kind of dated a little but since they both didn't want to cause any trouble (Viktor's career and Hermione's studies), they decided it would be better if they remained friends.
"Yeah," she said. "Alex Band's butt and Malfoy's face looks a lot like each other."
"Oh really?" replied Viktor. "You alvays thought Alex's ass vas sexy!"
He laughed at the poker-faced Hermione. She tried to speak but no words came out.
"You think Malfoy's sexy!" cried Viktor.
"No! I was just—I was—I was—"
But before she could talk the talk, the door burst open and in came Professor Dumbledore.
"You're here!" the old wizard said in an aged voice. "Very well, Ms. Granger, I'll be waiting for you in the V.I.P. room."
"Head girl duty calls," said Hermione. "Drop by Leaky Cauldron later, all right?"
"Vatever you say, Herm-own-ninny."
"I'll get back with you later."
Upon entering the secluded room, she almost stumbled down a step, which wasn't that evident. She saw Draco Malfoy sitting comfortably on the black leather couch. 'Please don't tell me he's—'
"Head boy, Granger," spoke Draco with a very haughty expression on his face. "Lost?"
"Kiss my ass, Malfoy. I'm Head Girl," Hermione replied. Though she was unsure if she liked this news.
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger," greeted Professor Dumbledore, causing their heads to turn to the old man's direction. They gazed at his hypnotizing eyes under his half-moon spectacles. "I believe, you know why you're here," he added in a very cool tone.
"Are you serious, Professor?" Hermione inquired. "This—is—Head Boy?"
"Now, now, Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy has all the right to be one of the model students of Hogwarts. After all, he has showed us such astounding skills with his magic."
Hermione didn't know how to respond to this. All the while, Draco just gave Hermione his ever-so-famous smirk.
"I'm sorry," Hermione muttered.
"This, is a map of the school," said Dumbledore, taking out an old parchment, which appears to be another copy of the Marauder's Map, only it didn't contain the secret passages to Hogsmeade. "And I trust you two to get along with each other and work harmoniously. After all, you'll be spending the whole year sharing the same dormitory. Good day, and I will see you on the 1st day of September." And with one blink of an eye, he disapparated.
"Looking forward to work with you, Granger," Draco said, still wearing the Malfoy smirk.
Hermione just scoffed at Draco and dashed out of the room.
'Hmm... playing hard-to-get...' he thought. 'We'll see about that.'