Chapter 2
Hermione stood there for a few more minutes, still in a state of shock. Breathe in…breathe out…concentrate on your breathing...try to forget everything else…
Suddenly a familiar drawling voice interrupted her concentration.
"Well, well. Did Potty dump you? Has he made the poor widdle Mudblood cry?
Awww, poor widdle Granger, no one loves her."
Hermione didn't open her eyes. Why bother? "Get the fuck out of my face Malfoy."
Malfoy laughed. "Why should I, when I'm having so much fun?" He circled her, looking for all the world like a tiger circling its prey. "C'mon, you couldn't honestly have believed that the Potter loved you, did you? Especially after all that time he spent in the library…making out with Ginny Weasley."
When she opened her eyes and glared at him even he was surprised at the vehemence in the look she gave him. "I warned you once, Malfoy. Get…out….of….my…face!"
Malfoy looked taken aback for a second, then his face slid back into his usual expressionless stone mask. Only his slate grey eyes betrayed his anger. "Granger, you don't want to mess with me!"
"Don't I?" Hermione smirked. "I've stopped caring if I get hurt or not. I'm warning you again, get out of my face and walk away. I know hexes you haven't even dreamed of."
He just stood there. She glared once more and swept pass him. Angry, Malfoy aimed one parting shot at her back.
"Don't worry, Granger. I'm sure Potter'll still let you fuck him if you asked nicely!"
She stopped dead in her tracks, and Malfoy realized that for once he'd gone a bit too far. She walked back and raised her hand to slap him. But Malfoy grabbed her wrist and when she tried to raise the other arm he grabbed that one as well. They stood there for a few seconds, glaring. Then a strange look came over Malfoy's face and he bent his head down….