Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot
The trio was walking towards the dungeons for their first potions class of the year the next day. The silence between them was deafening, neither Harry nor Ron knew what happened with Hermione the day before. They had just waited for her to come down the girls' dormitory that morning and they walked out of the common room together without a word.
Harry cleared his throat, "Is there anything wrong Hermione?" both Ron and Hermione looked at him surprised.
"No, why would there be anything wrong with me?" she answered.
"You've been acting strangely," he replied.
Hermione tried to avoid eye contact with him, "I've just been tired lately that's all."
Harry stopped walking and approached Hermione forcing her to look him in the eyes, "You're lying. You've been acting strangely ever since you came back into the compartment Saturday morning with that bruise on your wrist. Then you tell us that you got it caught in a fence. Now I hear you've been screaming in your sleep. What's going on?" he asked rather aggressively.
"Where did you heart that, about me screaming in my sleep?" she demanded to know.
"Parvati and Lavender, they told us yesterday after we asked them to go look for you in the dormitory," Ron answered her. He felt like he was taking a risk to be communicating with her after their argument the day before.
"It's none of your business what I do in my sleep," Hermione said hotly.
"Fine, have it your way," Harry hissed at her then stormed into the potions class. Ron gave her an agonizing look then turned around and followed Harry.
Hermione stayed glued to her spot where the boys had left her. Harry was only trying to help her. She felt awful and she didn't want to start the year off this way. 'I need to apologize' she said to herself and hurried into the potions class. She took her usual seat next to Neville behind Harry and Ron. "Harry I –," she started but just then Snape glided into the classroom and stood in front of the class scanning the students. His glare fell upon Hermione.
"Oh no, not this year Ms. Granger. You will no longer be assisting Mr. Longbottom in this potions class," he continued scanning the class then looked back at Hermione, "Pick up your things and take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy," he barked.
She stood up and picked up her book bag, she looked up to the ceiling as if asking it why? She turned to Harry and Ron; they both gave her sympathetic looks. It was reassuring enough and she felt quite relieved they weren't angry enough to ignore her in a moment of desperation. She took a deep breath then walked over to the smirking Malfoy.
She sat down next to him very stiffly, while he slouched on his chair, "How's the wrist Granger?" he whispered while Snape started explaining in a drawling voice about what was expected of them that year.
She tightened her hand into a fist and flashed her wrist in front of Malfoy's nose. He nodded slightly and smirked at her. She turned around disgusted by him and tried listening to Snape, but it didn't work. She was soon distracted by Malfoy breathing.
She looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was still slouched on his chair with one arm on the table behind them and his elbow propped up on theirs. He was resting his head against his middle finger, slightly frowning watching Snape intently through his cold grey eyes. Her eyes drifted up and down his relaxed figure. Hermione bit her lip, 'What exactly are you doing? Checking Malfoy out?' she thought to herself. Just then Snape bellowed causing Hermione to tune back into what he was saying.
He tapped the blackboard with his wand and instructions started to scribble themselves on the smooth black surface, "Let's see what skills you have kept over the summer. Work in partners," he growled.
She turned to Malfoy again and he was still in the exact same position, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get the ingredients," he ordered. Hermione glared at him then got up to retrieve the ingredients.
"Here, take these ingredients and start cutting them up, I'm going to get the cauldron brewing," she said when she got back. He stared at her from his seat and lifted his eyebrow. "I mean it Malfoy!" she hissed.
He got up looking extremely bored and grabbed the ingredients and started slicing them perfectly. When Hermione was satisfied with his work she started a fire under the cauldron.
They worked silently for a few minutes until Malfoy stretched his arm over the cauldron and dropped the prepared ingredients. Hermione had caught a strange design creeping from under his sleeve.
"What's that on your arm...under your sleeve?" she asked casually while grabbing some ingredients to chop herself.
He stopped working and looked at her straight in the eyes. She felt his deadly grey eyes piercing into her soul. She was convinced he was about to attack her but instead he rolled his sleeve down to cover his arm completely and smirked at her. "I'd be pleased to show you what's under my shirt Mudblood...if you show me what's under yours," he said devilishly.
She was taken aback from his comment. She thought she must have been hearing things but then she remembered what Ron had told her in the carriage ride two days previously. "He lures girls in his trap, Hermione, makes them believe he loves them then uses them for some fun and throws them away like garbage." That was exactly what Malfoy was doing, playing around with her mind. 'Well two can play at that game,' she thought to herself.
"I'm tempted to find out what that can lead to, but I'm afraid you can't satisfy my needs Malfoy," she said coyly.
He lifted his eyebrow again at her. He smirked and just as she was about to drop her ingredients into the cauldron he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him so that his lips were merely centimeters away from her ear. "I can prove you wrong."
Hermione jerked away and snorted then resumed slicing her ingredients. 'Worthless piece of blonde fluff,' she said to herself.
The trio was walking towards the dungeons for their first potions class of the year the next day. The silence between them was deafening, neither Harry nor Ron knew what happened with Hermione the day before. They had just waited for her to come down the girls' dormitory that morning and they walked out of the common room together without a word.
Harry cleared his throat, "Is there anything wrong Hermione?" both Ron and Hermione looked at him surprised.
"No, why would there be anything wrong with me?" she answered.
"You've been acting strangely," he replied.
Hermione tried to avoid eye contact with him, "I've just been tired lately that's all."
Harry stopped walking and approached Hermione forcing her to look him in the eyes, "You're lying. You've been acting strangely ever since you came back into the compartment Saturday morning with that bruise on your wrist. Then you tell us that you got it caught in a fence. Now I hear you've been screaming in your sleep. What's going on?" he asked rather aggressively.
"Where did you heart that, about me screaming in my sleep?" she demanded to know.
"Parvati and Lavender, they told us yesterday after we asked them to go look for you in the dormitory," Ron answered her. He felt like he was taking a risk to be communicating with her after their argument the day before.
"It's none of your business what I do in my sleep," Hermione said hotly.
"Fine, have it your way," Harry hissed at her then stormed into the potions class. Ron gave her an agonizing look then turned around and followed Harry.
Hermione stayed glued to her spot where the boys had left her. Harry was only trying to help her. She felt awful and she didn't want to start the year off this way. 'I need to apologize' she said to herself and hurried into the potions class. She took her usual seat next to Neville behind Harry and Ron. "Harry I –," she started but just then Snape glided into the classroom and stood in front of the class scanning the students. His glare fell upon Hermione.
"Oh no, not this year Ms. Granger. You will no longer be assisting Mr. Longbottom in this potions class," he continued scanning the class then looked back at Hermione, "Pick up your things and take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy," he barked.
She stood up and picked up her book bag, she looked up to the ceiling as if asking it why? She turned to Harry and Ron; they both gave her sympathetic looks. It was reassuring enough and she felt quite relieved they weren't angry enough to ignore her in a moment of desperation. She took a deep breath then walked over to the smirking Malfoy.
She sat down next to him very stiffly, while he slouched on his chair, "How's the wrist Granger?" he whispered while Snape started explaining in a drawling voice about what was expected of them that year.
She tightened her hand into a fist and flashed her wrist in front of Malfoy's nose. He nodded slightly and smirked at her. She turned around disgusted by him and tried listening to Snape, but it didn't work. She was soon distracted by Malfoy breathing.
She looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was still slouched on his chair with one arm on the table behind them and his elbow propped up on theirs. He was resting his head against his middle finger, slightly frowning watching Snape intently through his cold grey eyes. Her eyes drifted up and down his relaxed figure. Hermione bit her lip, 'What exactly are you doing? Checking Malfoy out?' she thought to herself. Just then Snape bellowed causing Hermione to tune back into what he was saying.
He tapped the blackboard with his wand and instructions started to scribble themselves on the smooth black surface, "Let's see what skills you have kept over the summer. Work in partners," he growled.
She turned to Malfoy again and he was still in the exact same position, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get the ingredients," he ordered. Hermione glared at him then got up to retrieve the ingredients.
"Here, take these ingredients and start cutting them up, I'm going to get the cauldron brewing," she said when she got back. He stared at her from his seat and lifted his eyebrow. "I mean it Malfoy!" she hissed.
He got up looking extremely bored and grabbed the ingredients and started slicing them perfectly. When Hermione was satisfied with his work she started a fire under the cauldron.
They worked silently for a few minutes until Malfoy stretched his arm over the cauldron and dropped the prepared ingredients. Hermione had caught a strange design creeping from under his sleeve.
"What's that on your arm...under your sleeve?" she asked casually while grabbing some ingredients to chop herself.
He stopped working and looked at her straight in the eyes. She felt his deadly grey eyes piercing into her soul. She was convinced he was about to attack her but instead he rolled his sleeve down to cover his arm completely and smirked at her. "I'd be pleased to show you what's under my shirt Mudblood...if you show me what's under yours," he said devilishly.
She was taken aback from his comment. She thought she must have been hearing things but then she remembered what Ron had told her in the carriage ride two days previously. "He lures girls in his trap, Hermione, makes them believe he loves them then uses them for some fun and throws them away like garbage." That was exactly what Malfoy was doing, playing around with her mind. 'Well two can play at that game,' she thought to herself.
"I'm tempted to find out what that can lead to, but I'm afraid you can't satisfy my needs Malfoy," she said coyly.
He lifted his eyebrow again at her. He smirked and just as she was about to drop her ingredients into the cauldron he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him so that his lips were merely centimeters away from her ear. "I can prove you wrong."
Hermione jerked away and snorted then resumed slicing her ingredients. 'Worthless piece of blonde fluff,' she said to herself.