Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters in this story. Wish I did though.
-I know Hermione's been acting a little weird...sorry bout that! I'll try and maker her normal in this chapter-
Chapter Four
Twit
'Let's just get this over with,' Hermione snapped, shrugging off her robes and tossing them over an oak chair by the door. She was actually sort of surprised he had showed up, and wondered what the catch of all this was. It wasn't like Malfoy to act civil, which was what he appeared to be doing.
'Sit over there, now,' he commanded, pointing viciously at a pile of cushions on the floor. Well, as civil as a Malfoy could get, at least.
'Don't tell me what to do,' Hermione barked back, but nonetheless she did what he told her to. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this. Even if he was sexy, he was still obviously a git. Harry wasn't too bad looking himself, but she still didn't lose her head and force herself to do stupid things for him. Like modeling, which was a despicable career. Modeling was for bimbos and beautiful people, and she knew she wasn't either.
'No, no, not like that, Granger,' Draco sneered as she settled down into a comfortable position. 'Move your leg, no, the other way, oh c'mon, how thick are you'-
'Shut up Malfoy!' Hermione yelled. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and the only thing to be heard was their angry, raspy panting. Draco had turned so crimson he looked like he should have been in Gryffindor, and before Hermione could stop herself she started laughing.
'What's so funny, mudblood?' he scoffed, toning down a bit.
'You look...like...a beetroot,' she grinned. 'A beetroot with white hair.' Draco didn't laugh with her, even after glancing in a mirror out of the corner of his eye. He didn't even smirk. He just frowned and told her to be still.
She did try to stay still for him, for the first hour. But after that he really started to bug her. It was always, move this way, that way isn't right, you look horrible in those clothes bring something else tomorrow...she was fed up with it. When he was concentrating on his sketch, she moved her head a little to see if he'd notice.
'I told you to stay still, Granger,' he said icily.
'Next time can you sketch me reading? This is bloody boring,' she muttered. She wasn't sure if she meant him to hear it or not
'I told you to be still,' Malfoy drawled. 'And yeah, I guess so,' he added as an afterthought. So he did hear her. 'I'm almost done anyways, I just need to shade. Have this.' He lazily tossed her a gigantic book that would have knocked her clean out had she not ducked.
'That's it, I'm out of here,' she shouted at him, standing up and strewing pillows everywhere. She grabbed her cloak and slammed the door after her, leaving Draco wondering exactly what he'd done.
'I was just trying to be nice!' he roared after her, slamming his quill down. But she was long gone by then.
'What were you doing, posing for Malfoy?' Ron asked, shocked, at breakfast the next day.
'Because...he seemed nicer,' Hermione shrugged. She had decided to tell them the whole thing after they jokingly asked where she'd been last night. Except for the part with the towel, of course. 'But I guess Malfoy can never stop being a little...' she continued, searching for the right word. She was within hearing range of the teachers, though, and decided not to use language she wanted to. 'Twit,' she settled for. Hermione paused dramatically and twisted in her seat to give the Slitherin table a heated stare.
'Yeah, and it took you only...' Harry pretended to count on his fingers. 'Only six years to notice?'
'I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, Hermione,' Ron said. He smiled at her, letting a little bit of jelly dribble down his chin.
'Ron, you're disgusting,' Hermione commented, leaning over the platter of black pudding to wipe it off.
'Ugh, quit it Hermione, you're not my mother,' Ron said, cocking an eyebrow. It was a recently acquired talent that he was very proud of. Hermione stared at him a minute, thinking of how happy it would maker her to fling a fried egg at him. But she was a Prefect; that would be a bad example for the first years. She already had enough trouble with food fights, without adding to it herself.
'I'll see you later, I have to go to the library,' she said quickly. It was true, she needed to write her history of magic essay, but she said that mostly to get away from Ron. She didn't think she could stand any more of him at the moment.
'Cheers, Hermione,' Harry said as he waved goodbye. She scurried out of the hall and down to the library, trying to ignore Madam Prince's evil look. Hermione wondered where the book she needed would be. Definitely not in the restricted section, so that ruled out almost a fourth of the library. If only she could just go to the Room of Requirement, this would be so much easier. She stared hopelessly at the thousands upon thousands of heavy books, and finally gave up. She felt so lost it made her dizzy.
'Madam Prince,' she said, almost in a whisper. The librarian's head snapped up from the book she'd been poring over.
'What?' Madam Prince asked irritably.
'Er...I was wondering if you have a book in the library...and...'
'Well, obviously.'
'Yes, well, I was looking for How Love Changed History,' Hermione finished quickly. 'Binns, sixth year?' the librarian asked throatily. Hermione nodded, glad she was finally getting somewhere. Madam Prince was one of those people who had the talent to make everyone else around them feel like an idiot. Sort of like Malfoy, Hermione realized. She smirked at the thought of what those two would look like on a date.
'Follow me,' Madame Prince said, frowning at Hermione's rude simpering. The librarian led her to the shelving labeled History: Romance. Hermione had never seen such a section. The library was larger than she'd realized. It frustrated her a little to find out she didn't know everything about the place she spent the better part of her time at. She wondered if the sections sometimes moved around overnight like the staircases did.
'Fresh out,' Madame Prince told her, skimming through the sea of book spines. 'Popular, that one.'
'Thanks,' Hermione whispered, and waited for the librarian to leave. Fat help that had been. She eyed the piles of books towering over her and wondered if there was another one she could use. But before she could go through the trouble to look, someone tapped her on the shoulder with the very book she needed. She spun around to see Malfoy offering it to her.
'Looking for this?' he smirked. Hermione smiled at him and took it with a small 'thanks.' And then, just for a second, his fingertips brushed against hers.
-I know Hermione's been acting a little weird...sorry bout that! I'll try and maker her normal in this chapter-
Chapter Four
Twit
'Let's just get this over with,' Hermione snapped, shrugging off her robes and tossing them over an oak chair by the door. She was actually sort of surprised he had showed up, and wondered what the catch of all this was. It wasn't like Malfoy to act civil, which was what he appeared to be doing.
'Sit over there, now,' he commanded, pointing viciously at a pile of cushions on the floor. Well, as civil as a Malfoy could get, at least.
'Don't tell me what to do,' Hermione barked back, but nonetheless she did what he told her to. She was beginning to have second thoughts about this. Even if he was sexy, he was still obviously a git. Harry wasn't too bad looking himself, but she still didn't lose her head and force herself to do stupid things for him. Like modeling, which was a despicable career. Modeling was for bimbos and beautiful people, and she knew she wasn't either.
'No, no, not like that, Granger,' Draco sneered as she settled down into a comfortable position. 'Move your leg, no, the other way, oh c'mon, how thick are you'-
'Shut up Malfoy!' Hermione yelled. They stared at each other for a few minutes, and the only thing to be heard was their angry, raspy panting. Draco had turned so crimson he looked like he should have been in Gryffindor, and before Hermione could stop herself she started laughing.
'What's so funny, mudblood?' he scoffed, toning down a bit.
'You look...like...a beetroot,' she grinned. 'A beetroot with white hair.' Draco didn't laugh with her, even after glancing in a mirror out of the corner of his eye. He didn't even smirk. He just frowned and told her to be still.
She did try to stay still for him, for the first hour. But after that he really started to bug her. It was always, move this way, that way isn't right, you look horrible in those clothes bring something else tomorrow...she was fed up with it. When he was concentrating on his sketch, she moved her head a little to see if he'd notice.
'I told you to stay still, Granger,' he said icily.
'Next time can you sketch me reading? This is bloody boring,' she muttered. She wasn't sure if she meant him to hear it or not
'I told you to be still,' Malfoy drawled. 'And yeah, I guess so,' he added as an afterthought. So he did hear her. 'I'm almost done anyways, I just need to shade. Have this.' He lazily tossed her a gigantic book that would have knocked her clean out had she not ducked.
'That's it, I'm out of here,' she shouted at him, standing up and strewing pillows everywhere. She grabbed her cloak and slammed the door after her, leaving Draco wondering exactly what he'd done.
'I was just trying to be nice!' he roared after her, slamming his quill down. But she was long gone by then.
'What were you doing, posing for Malfoy?' Ron asked, shocked, at breakfast the next day.
'Because...he seemed nicer,' Hermione shrugged. She had decided to tell them the whole thing after they jokingly asked where she'd been last night. Except for the part with the towel, of course. 'But I guess Malfoy can never stop being a little...' she continued, searching for the right word. She was within hearing range of the teachers, though, and decided not to use language she wanted to. 'Twit,' she settled for. Hermione paused dramatically and twisted in her seat to give the Slitherin table a heated stare.
'Yeah, and it took you only...' Harry pretended to count on his fingers. 'Only six years to notice?'
'I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, Hermione,' Ron said. He smiled at her, letting a little bit of jelly dribble down his chin.
'Ron, you're disgusting,' Hermione commented, leaning over the platter of black pudding to wipe it off.
'Ugh, quit it Hermione, you're not my mother,' Ron said, cocking an eyebrow. It was a recently acquired talent that he was very proud of. Hermione stared at him a minute, thinking of how happy it would maker her to fling a fried egg at him. But she was a Prefect; that would be a bad example for the first years. She already had enough trouble with food fights, without adding to it herself.
'I'll see you later, I have to go to the library,' she said quickly. It was true, she needed to write her history of magic essay, but she said that mostly to get away from Ron. She didn't think she could stand any more of him at the moment.
'Cheers, Hermione,' Harry said as he waved goodbye. She scurried out of the hall and down to the library, trying to ignore Madam Prince's evil look. Hermione wondered where the book she needed would be. Definitely not in the restricted section, so that ruled out almost a fourth of the library. If only she could just go to the Room of Requirement, this would be so much easier. She stared hopelessly at the thousands upon thousands of heavy books, and finally gave up. She felt so lost it made her dizzy.
'Madam Prince,' she said, almost in a whisper. The librarian's head snapped up from the book she'd been poring over.
'What?' Madam Prince asked irritably.
'Er...I was wondering if you have a book in the library...and...'
'Well, obviously.'
'Yes, well, I was looking for How Love Changed History,' Hermione finished quickly. 'Binns, sixth year?' the librarian asked throatily. Hermione nodded, glad she was finally getting somewhere. Madam Prince was one of those people who had the talent to make everyone else around them feel like an idiot. Sort of like Malfoy, Hermione realized. She smirked at the thought of what those two would look like on a date.
'Follow me,' Madame Prince said, frowning at Hermione's rude simpering. The librarian led her to the shelving labeled History: Romance. Hermione had never seen such a section. The library was larger than she'd realized. It frustrated her a little to find out she didn't know everything about the place she spent the better part of her time at. She wondered if the sections sometimes moved around overnight like the staircases did.
'Fresh out,' Madame Prince told her, skimming through the sea of book spines. 'Popular, that one.'
'Thanks,' Hermione whispered, and waited for the librarian to leave. Fat help that had been. She eyed the piles of books towering over her and wondered if there was another one she could use. But before she could go through the trouble to look, someone tapped her on the shoulder with the very book she needed. She spun around to see Malfoy offering it to her.
'Looking for this?' he smirked. Hermione smiled at him and took it with a small 'thanks.' And then, just for a second, his fingertips brushed against hers.