Chapter 2
Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger
"Class is dismissed," said McGonagall in her strong, confident voice. "Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy, would you please come up to my desk?"
Moments later Hermione and Draco approached McGonagall's desk and waited to be addressed. Hermione felt a little weird about being called up with him. They didn't have anything alike, why did she have to associate them like this? They were enemies. She had despised him with all her might ever since the first time he had called her a mudblood and she was probably the only one to do so. Almost every other girl in Hogwarts drooled over him no matter where he went of what he did. Hermione just rolled her eyes at Draco as McGonagall began speaking:
"Ms. Granger, for an extra credit assignment this semester you will be tutoring Mr. Malfoy in History of Magic. Do you have any objections?"
Hermione hesitated to answer. She knew that she wanted to earn as much credit as possible but tutoring that jerk was just…disgusting. No matter what she thought the word "Yes" escaped her mouth.
"Great! You will begin your sessions this afternoon. Thank you Ms. Granger. You are free to go," she went back to her paperwork as soon as she finished talking to them. In a matter of seconds she seemed to be so absorbed in it that it was impossible to even imagine that she had been talking to them mere moments ago.
Hermione turned towards Draco as they walked out of the classroom. "Meet me in the empty classroom on the 3rd floor at 5:00 sharp. Don't be late," she said in a dark tone clearly expressing her dislike of him.
"Well who can help all these flocking admirers I have? I know I can't…" but Hermione cut him off before he could finish the sentence in a rather mean tone.
"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, it's not your looks they care about, it's your money."
"Good one, Granger. I almost believed you there for a second. Money and sexiness…a deadly combination…" he left with a smirk on his face before she had a chance to him hit back with another clever-witted comment.
Oh, what have I got myself into! Spending even an hour a day with him is too much! Even a donkey has more intellectual capabilities than he does.
Minutes later, Hermione seated herself at the Gryffindor table. She immediately looked around for Ginny, but she was nowhere to be found. She had to talk to her urgently, but maybe she wasn't down yet. While she was waiting, she engaged in a conversation with her two best friends, Harry and Ron.
"Hey guys, how is it going?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Great…what…did…McGonagall want…with you…and…Malfoy?" managed to mumble Ron in between mouthfuls.
Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "You are looking at Mr. Malfoy's new History of Magic Tutor," she said a little mockingly of McGonagall. "Well, Mr. Malfoy may kiss his ass."
"What?" Ron was very surprised since he choked on his bread as soon as he heard this and his coughing was louder than their conversation for the next few minutes.
"And you agreed?" quizzed Harry in disbelief.
"You know me! It's extra credit! I can't just not do it!"
"There is not much higher than Perfect you can get, Hermione," Harry noted sarcastically.
"Look guys, this doesn't concern you, so just forget I said anything about it."
Harry was about to open his mouth as Ginny came up to the table and sat down beside Hermione.
Hermione looked at her and nodded her head in Harry's direction demandingly. Ginny just gave her back a frightened look as if Hermione had just asked her to jump in a sea full of sharks. Her friend's response was a sharp look which brought together her eyebrows.
Ginny sat down and said "Hi Harry" while staring down at the table.
Harry responded with a "Hello Ginny" and a smile and her cheeks turned scarlet red.
During lunch Ginny didn't talk. She seemed to be preoccupied with mashing her food together, not ever taking a bite. Hermione had encouraged her to eat but Ginny had an upset stomach and even the sight of food should have made her throw up.
As they left the Great Hall after lunch, Hermione said, "Are you OK, Ginny?"
"Yes…" she responded, "I am just so nervous, you know. Every time I look at him, I go weak in the knees. My body temperature rises about 20 degrees and I become so flushed. I start perspiring like crazy! Gross!"
"Come on, Ginny," pleaded Hermione, "you need to relax. There is nothing to be nervous about! It's just Harry! You have known him for 4 yrs! Why are you so stiff around him?"
"I don't know! I get shy, embarrassed, who am I? Just poor old Ginny Weasley. He is the Famous Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. He is going to laugh at my face. This is a mistake."
"Look Ginny, if there is one thing you should have learned about Harry is that he doesn't care about that. He doesn't enjoy being "The Boy Who Lived." People look at him in a totally different way and his life is always on the news no matter what he does. He cares about the people he spends his time with and if you are his friend or girlfriend he will do anything for you, especially when he cares about you a lot."
"OK, OK, you convinced me," muttered Ginny. "What time should we meet tonight?"
"Oh, Ginny, I am so sorry, I am tutoring Malfoy tonight."
She immediately changed the expression on her face and raised one of her eyebrows suggestively.
"You know, he is really hot, Hermione…what a sex God! I can just imagine getting all up in his…"
"Ginny!" screamed Hermione excitedly. "I've never seen this side of you before! But that was too much sharing. All he is is a jerk. I don't know why people obsess about him so much. Anyways, you like Harry."
"Yeah, but when I see him, I just want to eat him!" said Ginny excitedly.
Hermione just laughed at her friend. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
"Alright, bye! Have fun 'studying'," she finished suggestively.
To Hermione it seemed that the evening had rolled around too soon. She didn't want to go and tutor Malfoy. She really couldn't imagine why people were so hung up about him. After she sat herself at one of the tables, she glanced over at her watch. 8:05. He is already late. Hermione started tapping her foot against the floor and her nails on the top of the desk out of annoyance.
Her watch showed 8:15 and she decided that she wasn't going to wait for him any longer. She got up and walked towards the door. As she opened it and walked out, she suddenly came to a halt as she collided with a warm, muscular chest hidden beneath a black shirt. Hermione could easily make out the definition in his chest. All those bulging muscles made her wish she was running her tongue over them right at this very moment. Coming back to her senses, she took a few steps back and looked into the man's face.
"Think you're going somewhere, Granger?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
Hermione rolled her eyes and shook the image of his naked chest out of her mind, "Your charm doesn't work on me, Malfoy. You are late," she said in a cold voice.
They took seats next to each other at one of the desks towards the back of the classroom. Draco shifted in his chair until he found a comfortable position with his legs spread wide open. Hermione on the other hand sat up in her chair.
"You'd be the first one to say that," he replied in a confident voice.
"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, if they knew how deep you were, they wouldn't even come near you with a stick," Hermione responded sharply. "Now, let's get to work."
Hermione sat up even straighter in her chair not noticing that this movement had caused her skirt to ride up very high on her thighs. No need to even mention where Draco's eyes darted off to that same instant. She turned her head around to face him and begin, but she detected that his eyes didn't meet hers. They were too busy focusing on…my legs!
"Pig," she said angrily and raised her hand up to slap him. He caught it in his and held it up to his face, inhaling her scent. She jerked her hand away from his and finished determinedly, "Don't ever do that again."
The following study sessions were pretty much along the same lines. Hermione knew that he kept on checking her out and all he ever thought about was sex, but there was nothing she could do to make him stop. She knew that he wanted her. Probably lust, but he still did, just to add her to his endless list of conquered women. I will never give in to him, she thought. But I do have to admit that he is kind of cute…and that strong, muscular chest…STOP! I am starting to sound like Ginny! What a great timing! Looking at her watch, she realized that she was about 10 minutes late for meeting with Ginny.
Hermione ran down the halls and into the Gryffindor common room. And there she saw her. "Gin! I am so sorry I'm late, hun!" she immediately started apologizing.
"No problem. I don't feel very good about this," she commented resentfully as she clutched a letter in her hands.
"Oh come on, we have been through this already. He will love it. By the way, let me read it!"
"I don't think you should. It's sort of…personal," said Ginny as her cheeks turned bright red.
"You know you want me to read it, Gin…just give it to me," Hermione reached out and snatched the letter from her hands. "Aha!"
Hermione's eyes grew wider as she read it. A little smirk appeared across her face. "Wow, Gin! I never knew you had it in you! He will absolutely love it! I'll go and mail it on my way to lunch today, alright?"
Later that day, Hermione was in the Owelry mailing Ginny's letter and thinking about none other than Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy…Damn! Get out of my head! But what could she do about it? He was hot, wanted, muscular, perfect, and most of all he was someone she couldn't have. This made her want him even more. Finally she let the owl go out through the window with the bright green envelope in his claws. She left the Owelry and headed for lunch.
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