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Chapter Five:
Draco loosened his grip on Hermione's shoulders. This was her chance. Hermione raised her other hand and hit Draco square on his nose. Wham, that punch sent Draco flying, well, actually he just stumbled back a few steps clutching his nose which was bleeding pretty hard. Hermione flipped onto her feet, jumped over the bed and out of the room faster than she knew she could run. She paused at the door and smirked.
"As stupid as you can be, I really didn't think you'd fall for that one. But that's the price you pay for insulting me and my family." Hermione said coolly then walked out of the room.
For the rest of the day Hermione, concentrated with all she had, avoiding Malfoy. So far she was doing a good job considering they're living in the same house. Hermione still couldn't believe what she had done to him, never in her life had she done something as outrageous as that. Draco was going to kill her for sure. What scares her more than what Draco might do to her was what she did with him.
'Urgh,' Hermione thought in frustration, 'why did I touch him. Stupid, stupid, stupid, now he'll never let me lives that down, even though I was fooling him, or was I." At that point Hermione started banging her head on the wall repeatedly, 'I was fooling him and that's all, get of grip on yourself girl.'
Hermione took a deep, deep breath and walked back into the kitchen. Miss McKinley was busy brewing tea and arranging tea cups and sandwiches.
"I see you finally came back, make yourself useful and take this tray to the master Draco's room."
"M-master Draco's room?" Hermione said in disbelief, "But, I have to um..."
"Shut up, and get going already or I'll hex you."
Normally Hermione could probably defend herself, but since she's still underage she can't use magic outside of school. Hermione picked up the tray and noticed that there was two cups on the dish; she assumed that Draco had some company. Hermione advanced up the stairs turning to the door of Draco's room. She opened it as softly as she can, hoping he won't notice her, which was quite easy for him. It seems that Cho Chang has come to visit him, currently they're sitting on his bed slobbering over each other, well Cho was doing most of the slobbering, and Draco just sat there and let her do what she pleased.
Hermione sat the tea down on a table, and tip-toed back to the door. Just when she thought she got away, Cho became aware of her.
"Granger don't you ever touch my little icky Drakie ever again," Cho said in what her would be serious voice.
"Excuse you, but I wouldn't come near him with a ten foot pole coated with poison," Hermione seriously.
To her surprise Cho grinned, "You don't have to pretend any more, my Drakins told me everything."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "And what exactly did he tell you?"
"Just how you tried to seduce him and when he objected you tried to hurt him. Honestly, I never expected a mudblood like you to be so low, even though my Drakie is irresistible."
"I've seen pigs more irresistible than him," Hermione spat, "I did not try to seduce him. I wouldn't seduce him if he was the last wizard alive."
Hermione was stunned, not mentioning furious. She knew that he was a slimy git, but how could he make up something as absurd as that. Without saying anything more Hermione left the room. She wanted to cry or better yet strangle Malfoy. Over the years he had teased her about her hair, teeth and her parentage, but never has he done something so low, but Hermione couldn't say that she was surprised. If he wants to mess with her dignity, then she'll fight fire with fire.
Before she realized it, she was by the gates of the garden. Hermione opened the iron-rot gates and stepped into the blooming canopy of the trees. Flowers sprung up along the winding path. It was so calm and peaceful; nothing in the world could interfere with this. Hermione sat down on a bench under a willow tree. She walked the bright sun slowly sank into the horizon. She knew she should get back soon, but she didn't want to face all the gossip yet.
Rustle, someone or something was coming. A figure popped out of the trees, it was him again, and no doubt he came to annoy her. To her surprise he walked over to a cherry tree and leaned against it, observing to water.
'Why is he here,' Hermione though, 'no way could he have been worried about me,' Hermione snorted at the thought of that, 'that is as close to happening as him being nice.'
"Granger I've been thinking. I know how hot I must seem to you, but I'm already taken so unless you want to be my mistress I don't see how it can happen," he said in mock seriousness, snapping Hermione out of her reverie.
"No one wants to be your mistress, dung face. And by the way, you really need some mint, cuz your breath smells."
"At least I don't have birds nesting in my hair."
"At least I don't have an ego that's bigger than my brain and I don't fall for it when someone tells me 'I love you'," Hermione smirked.
Draco's face was getting redder, he had stopped leaning against the tree.
"I didn't believe for a second. Even if I did, I don't have time for someone whose face is as ugly as their butt."
"So you've been checking out my butt!"
His face continues to turn different shades of red and he was now advancing on her.
"Look, mudblood, your face scares me enough alone, I don't need to go looking at the rest of your body."
Hermione stood up at this insult. After all her body wasn't that bad. Both of them were glaring at each other with utmost hatred. Hermione started to walk towards Malfoy, and slowly taking off her coat like the way they did in movies when the people were about to make out.
"What are you doing, I don't need to see you naked," he sounded sarcastic, but his eyes were twitching.
"I'm going to show you what I'm all about."
Hermione continues walking towards him, taking off one garment at a time. She reached him by now...she looked up at his eyes...her hands were on his chest...
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Chapter Five:
Draco loosened his grip on Hermione's shoulders. This was her chance. Hermione raised her other hand and hit Draco square on his nose. Wham, that punch sent Draco flying, well, actually he just stumbled back a few steps clutching his nose which was bleeding pretty hard. Hermione flipped onto her feet, jumped over the bed and out of the room faster than she knew she could run. She paused at the door and smirked.
"As stupid as you can be, I really didn't think you'd fall for that one. But that's the price you pay for insulting me and my family." Hermione said coolly then walked out of the room.
For the rest of the day Hermione, concentrated with all she had, avoiding Malfoy. So far she was doing a good job considering they're living in the same house. Hermione still couldn't believe what she had done to him, never in her life had she done something as outrageous as that. Draco was going to kill her for sure. What scares her more than what Draco might do to her was what she did with him.
'Urgh,' Hermione thought in frustration, 'why did I touch him. Stupid, stupid, stupid, now he'll never let me lives that down, even though I was fooling him, or was I." At that point Hermione started banging her head on the wall repeatedly, 'I was fooling him and that's all, get of grip on yourself girl.'
Hermione took a deep, deep breath and walked back into the kitchen. Miss McKinley was busy brewing tea and arranging tea cups and sandwiches.
"I see you finally came back, make yourself useful and take this tray to the master Draco's room."
"M-master Draco's room?" Hermione said in disbelief, "But, I have to um..."
"Shut up, and get going already or I'll hex you."
Normally Hermione could probably defend herself, but since she's still underage she can't use magic outside of school. Hermione picked up the tray and noticed that there was two cups on the dish; she assumed that Draco had some company. Hermione advanced up the stairs turning to the door of Draco's room. She opened it as softly as she can, hoping he won't notice her, which was quite easy for him. It seems that Cho Chang has come to visit him, currently they're sitting on his bed slobbering over each other, well Cho was doing most of the slobbering, and Draco just sat there and let her do what she pleased.
Hermione sat the tea down on a table, and tip-toed back to the door. Just when she thought she got away, Cho became aware of her.
"Granger don't you ever touch my little icky Drakie ever again," Cho said in what her would be serious voice.
"Excuse you, but I wouldn't come near him with a ten foot pole coated with poison," Hermione seriously.
To her surprise Cho grinned, "You don't have to pretend any more, my Drakins told me everything."
Hermione narrowed her eyes, "And what exactly did he tell you?"
"Just how you tried to seduce him and when he objected you tried to hurt him. Honestly, I never expected a mudblood like you to be so low, even though my Drakie is irresistible."
"I've seen pigs more irresistible than him," Hermione spat, "I did not try to seduce him. I wouldn't seduce him if he was the last wizard alive."
Hermione was stunned, not mentioning furious. She knew that he was a slimy git, but how could he make up something as absurd as that. Without saying anything more Hermione left the room. She wanted to cry or better yet strangle Malfoy. Over the years he had teased her about her hair, teeth and her parentage, but never has he done something so low, but Hermione couldn't say that she was surprised. If he wants to mess with her dignity, then she'll fight fire with fire.
Before she realized it, she was by the gates of the garden. Hermione opened the iron-rot gates and stepped into the blooming canopy of the trees. Flowers sprung up along the winding path. It was so calm and peaceful; nothing in the world could interfere with this. Hermione sat down on a bench under a willow tree. She walked the bright sun slowly sank into the horizon. She knew she should get back soon, but she didn't want to face all the gossip yet.
Rustle, someone or something was coming. A figure popped out of the trees, it was him again, and no doubt he came to annoy her. To her surprise he walked over to a cherry tree and leaned against it, observing to water.
'Why is he here,' Hermione though, 'no way could he have been worried about me,' Hermione snorted at the thought of that, 'that is as close to happening as him being nice.'
"Granger I've been thinking. I know how hot I must seem to you, but I'm already taken so unless you want to be my mistress I don't see how it can happen," he said in mock seriousness, snapping Hermione out of her reverie.
"No one wants to be your mistress, dung face. And by the way, you really need some mint, cuz your breath smells."
"At least I don't have birds nesting in my hair."
"At least I don't have an ego that's bigger than my brain and I don't fall for it when someone tells me 'I love you'," Hermione smirked.
Draco's face was getting redder, he had stopped leaning against the tree.
"I didn't believe for a second. Even if I did, I don't have time for someone whose face is as ugly as their butt."
"So you've been checking out my butt!"
His face continues to turn different shades of red and he was now advancing on her.
"Look, mudblood, your face scares me enough alone, I don't need to go looking at the rest of your body."
Hermione stood up at this insult. After all her body wasn't that bad. Both of them were glaring at each other with utmost hatred. Hermione started to walk towards Malfoy, and slowly taking off her coat like the way they did in movies when the people were about to make out.
"What are you doing, I don't need to see you naked," he sounded sarcastic, but his eyes were twitching.
"I'm going to show you what I'm all about."
Hermione continues walking towards him, taking off one garment at a time. She reached him by now...she looked up at his eyes...her hands were on his chest...
A/N HEHEHEH, love them cliffs, review if you want more! LOL