Revenge: Chapter Two

Summary: Hermione is denied her precious Head Girl position, so she turns over a new leaf, a different leaf. A bad leaf. Harry and Ron find that weird; wait until Hermione gets her revenge on everyone who held her back, and with the help of Draco Malfoy himself. But does their truce end at revenge? And is it still a truce?

Warnings: OOC (Multiple characters), possible language, and probably more things which I'll add in future warnings.

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Chapter Two: Reasons.

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Hermione entered the Great Hall that morning to find herself in the morning rush of students, who had woken late and were scurrying to their House Tables to quickly eat before the bell rang for first class.

As she was about to pass the Slytherin Table, someone 'accidentally' bumped into her. She was about to turn around to go off at them when she felt a piece of parchment being slipped into her hand.

Tilting her head slightly, she noticed it was Draco. She closed her hand around the paper tighter and continued to the Gryffindor Table, taking a seat by herself and helping herself to a bowl of cereal.

Harry and Ron gave her a confused look from the other end of the table, she chose to ignore them and opened Draco's letter.

Granger,

Meet me tonight, in the Library: Ancient Spells Section.

-Malfoy.

She looked up at the Slytherin Table. Draco had re-taken his seat, which was facing hers directly. He was reading a book, but she noticed his eyes glance up at hers every now and again.

She took off her watch and tapped it as though it wasn't working. Draco noticed, and knew what she meant exactly. What time?

She glanced up at him again from a moment and noticed he now held his book with seven fingers. She gave a slight nod and went back to eating.

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Draco leant against the main bookshelf of the Ancient Spells Section at five to seven, waiting for Hermione to turn up. For some strange reason he didn't want to be late for her again, he didn't have a clue why.

He slowly plucked a large book from the shelf, holding the heavy object with ease. He knew it would look weird if someone came along when Hermione got here. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy both actually standing in the same section of the Library at the same time, let alone the Ancient Spells Section at the same time. But what could he do?

Hermione turned up a few minutes after seven, though Draco didn't grill her; he almost admitted to himself that he liked the fact that she seemed human, just slightly less perfect.

Hermione raised an eyebrow when she saw him there, she had obviously expected him to be late again, and that wasn't a good start.

"I see you're actually on time," she muttered, more to herself than him.

Draco let this remark slide, not wanting to have an argument with her at this moment, them getting chunked out of the Library was not part of his plan.

"Hello to you too," Draco said, placing the book back on the shelf.

"So, let's get to the point, Draco. Why did you ask me here now? I thought we were going to meet tomorrow?" Hermione asked, although she was looking at the books and not at him, which peeved him more than her earlier comment.

"I need to know why you're getting revenge?" he said, folding his arms across him chest.

"Why? You never told me why you're helping me."

"I have my reasons," Draco muttered.

"Which are?"

"You'll know one day," he told her.

"Really now?"

"Hermione!"

Hermione seemed taken aback by this. "That's the first time you've ever said my name."

"Well, if you can say my name, I don't see how I can't call you by yours."

"Fine," Hermione said, folding her arms, trying to drop the subject, she hadn't meant to be shocked the first time he'd said her name, but she couldn't take it back now. It just felt so... different.

"So answer my question," Draco said.

"Is that an order?"

"Look, I just need to know."

"Draco, you have your reasons, and I have mine. Let's leave it that."

Draco sighed, trying to keep down his anger. She was so infuriating. No-one made him as angry as she did.

Turning away he told her, "See you tomorrow then."

"Whatever," Hermione muttered, walking away in the opposite direction.

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That night, Hermione lay down on her bed, resting her eyes after dinner. It had taken all her strength not to stare at Draco. What had happened to him? He hadn't called her Mudblood at all in their last meeting. Was he feeling okay? Why was he being so nice to her?

The one thing that was really wicking her was the fact that he wouldn't tell her why he was helping her. He had his reasons, just what were they? And why wouldn't he tell her? That boy sure had gotten weird lately.

And how was she supposed to explain to him why she wanted to get revenge? She hadn't even explained who she was getting revenge on, but he still wanted to help her. And she just couldn't tell him, it wasn't as easy as it seemed. You can't just tell someone that and expect them to understand, if only the world were that simple.

Her two best friends didn't understand, she doubted Draco would. Bu he had been denied Head Boy position, maybe he'd understand a little better, but what demons did a perfect guy like Draco have to handle?

Maybe she'd know... one day...

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End Chapter...

Very short, as usual. I haven't been writing very long chapters at the moment so you'll have to give me a break okay.

I'd like to thank all my reviewers, I'm glad you guys all gave it a good rap. Remember, don't be afraid to be honest with me, I completely welcome it.

Until next chapter,

-Jnari, xx.