by squidward
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter and Kareshi Kanojyo no Jijyou (Kare-Kano for short, His and Her Circumstances in English). JK Rowling and GAINAX do though…
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HIS AND HER CIRCUMSTANCESFreak's Slave, Love Saved?
Hermione was sitting in the deserted Charms room. She was clutching the parchments Draco Malfoy gave her yesterday. And she was eyeing it with immense loathing.
It was 6:55 on her watch. Hermione hadn't had the appetite and the energy to eat dinner. Now, she was regretting it. She could hear the grumbling of her stomach. But she couldn't go down now. In five minutes time Malfoy would be entering the room. And she desperately needed to talk to him. She had to settle this matter – tonight.
She clutched the parchments tighter but she was still careful not to tear it. What did Malfoy want from her? From what she had comprehended on the last night's events it was obvious that it was a blatant blackmail but Hermione was still hoping that it wasn't. Malfoy was very freaky last night, it wasn't the usual him. She was hoping that Malfoy was just having a bad day and unconsciously did that. She was still wishing that he would come up there apologizing for his rude attitude.
But then, she still did the work. She didn't know why. Maybe because she was so scared. When Malfoy left her she ran back to the dormitory, tense and sweaty. She was so afraid that that information would leak she absently grabbed her quill from her bag and started the essays. She looked like a refugee of Vietnam War when she finished it.
Ten seconds, nine, eight, seven… Hermione's heart was beating at the same rate as the tick of her watch. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination but she could hear footsteps approaching. Four, three, two, one… The door went open and Hermione gasped.
"Oh, you're already here," Malfoy said. He was wearing a leer. That made Hermione uncomfortable but she didn't even fidget.
"I was looking for you at dinner but you were not there," he said, taking the seat in front of Hermione and peeking at the parchments, "Wow, you've already finished it! I know you're really great!" His eyes were shining with admiration.
Hermione looked straight at his eyes, trying hard to restrain herself from giving Malfoy's face a right straight. "Why are you doing this?!" Her voice was shaking and she was clenching her fists.
Malfoy was taken aback for a moment but he smirked after. He leaned closer to her and crossed his arms on Hermione's desk. "You're pretty good at acting you know, even I was deceived. But I understand," he sneered maliciously, "that your true personality is better hidden. And I suppose you don't want me spreading that news…"
Hermione stared at him as if he was the most unbelievable being in the whole world. Malfoy, however, just continued to sneer. Hermione's rage was reaching an alarming proportion that her eyes flickered and her cheeks flushed.
"But this is blackmail!" Hermione bellowed, slamming her fist on the desk. Before she knew it she already got onto her feet. But Malfoy was still smirking and sitting calmly before her.
"Horribly sweet temper we are having," he muttered, waving his hand teasingly. He leaned on the desk and rested his chin on the back of his hands. He was staring at Hermione amusedly, who was glaring angrily at him. "If you want to settle this matter peacefully I suggest you take your seat."
Hermione sat reluctantly, her eyes still on Malfoy. "That's better," Malfoy smiled.
"Let's just get this straight okay!" snapped Hermione. Malfoy let out a hearty laugh.
"I perceive you already understand the situation."
"BUT WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO ME?!"
"Because I've already grasped your weakness," Malfoy said dramatically.
"You don't have to say it bluntly!" Hermione yelled. It was bad enough without Malfoy joking about it. "I will not do these for you, schemer!"
"Tut, tut," Malfoy piped, "but oh well," he arranged his face into what looked like sad and compassionate, "if you really don't want to do this, fine."
Hermione's eyes shined. "R-really?"
Malfoy nodded. "A sensational story wouldn't hurt anyway," he gave her a significant wink, shattering Hermione into pieces.
"The whole school will be talking about it for years," he continued, his smirk growing wider. Hermione looked at Malfoy with utter disbelief. "I guess we should end it here, I don't have the entire night you know," he stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Hermione grabbed his wrist. Malfoy smiled. "I-I'll do it," she sighed in defeat. Her eyes were still glowering in fury. Draco sat back and moved closer to her, "That's good. You must remember to behave yourself, okay?" then, to Hermione's annoyance, he patted her head gently.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow here then, same time," he began, "to help me with my homeworks." He gave her a sly smirk before sweeping out of the room. Hermione watched him with narrowed eyes and slammed the desk when he was out of sight.
"Jerk! That stupid slimy schemer! How dare he!" she continued to mumble under her breath as she stormed back to the Gryffindor tower. Her cheeks were flustered and her ears were red. She went up to the girl's dormitory hastily, ignoring the constant grumbling of her stomach.
She collapsed on her bed after shutting the curtains of her four-poster, nearly ripping it. She gazed furiously at the space. She was Malfoy's slave now! She was surprise that he had that freaky concealed side too but she couldn't threaten him back for it. She had to protect her image first before messing that of the other's.
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Short, isn't it? I'm really sorry if it looked pointless. I'll do better next chap. Again, thanks for the reviews: Poetic-Mind, Ashley (this fic will be short, I'll end it the same way episode 4 ended, but I'll include a scene from episode 8), KaranaBelle, and MysticalSpirits (I can't tell if Harry likes her too, let's just see…).
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