A/N: SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! Thanks so much to my ever-so-patient reviewers: Riku's Heartless Angel, Pigwidgeon188, Dracoisahottie13, Luna Gypsy, Alanpatty07, Criminally-Insane, and DragonSpirit7037.
And here we go...
Draco's POV
I sat there in Potions, getting more annoyed by the second at my "partner" who I KNEW was the one who messed up the potion (god forbid, it could never be ME), making the substance turn an lumpy brownish color, instead of the clear aquamarine color that it was supposed to form.
I snatched the stirrer from her and started mixing it for myself. "We're going to fail this, all because of YOU." I growled, and then scowled at her.
"You're being a idiotic pain in the ass, and how do you know it's MY FAULT?" She said it in such a matter of fact way, clenching her teeth, I noted to myself. The bell rang at the exact moment she finished, so it wasn't like I had time to come up with a sharp retort, or something like that. I watched as she swiftly crammed the fluid into the glass sample bottle and slammed it on Snape's desk with a lot more than a little vehemence and charged out the door, with me following closely behind her.
"Stupid witch," I muttered glaring at her as we walked to the same class.
"Excuse me?" She whipped her head around and stared at me, hair flying in all directions. I proceeded to walk ahead of her, but she clenched my wrist. I knew I was definitely able to wrench my wrist from her grasp, but I allowed myself to stop, now definitely angry. "AGAIN, YOU'RE BEING IMMATURE, AND A YOUR USUAL NAME-CALLING, BLAMING, ASSHOLISH SELF." The words stung quite a lot, I must say. I seethed through my teeth, "And YOU are a DAMNED, STUCK-UP, COLD, PRUDE, DIRTY-BLOODED EXCUSE FOR A WITCH."
She didn't say anything, or give any clue to what she was going to do next. In a mere millisecond, she had her wand out pointed right at the hollow in my throat, touching it lightly, though her eyes gave away the fact that she was, indeed in a mad rage.
Hermione's POV
I didn't realize the fact that Malfoy had taken his wand out and pressed the tip against the side of my forehead, until a second later and a slight pressure was felt. We were quite a sight, I mean, with me pointing my wand at the center of his throat while his head tipped awkwardly backwards, and him with his wand aimed directly at the side of my forehead causing my head to lean slightly to the right. His eyes blazed cold, gray fire, and I'm pretty sure mines did too. We stood there for at least ten seconds and locked eyes. I got a tingly feeling down my spine, as I wondered how possibly someone could get such gorgeous gray eyes locked with such hard, unfeeling emotion.
"You wouldn't dare." I muttered, barely opening my mouth to get the words out.
He shook his head, the slightest movement. "But you never know, do you?" His voice, gravelly and low, sounded tremendously sexy. I breathed out of my mouth. I swear, had I no self control, I would of jumped him right there in the middle of the hallway.
"MS. GRANGER AND MR. MALFOY!! PUT DOWN YOUR WANDS!!" I recognized the snapping, yet immensely worried voice of Professor McGonagall. Our heads moved the slightest quarter of an inch, yet our eyes remained locked.
"But..." He continued on, as if the professor had not spoken at all. "The question is, would you hurt me?"
I stayed quiet, refusing myself to answer.
"I didn't think so." His patient sneer gave away everything.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Someone shouted, and we were disarmed, wands flying over our heads and into the professor's hands. Malfoy's hands dropped coolly into his pockets and I folded my arms, still not looking at the professor and only regarding him in a careful, wary look.
"COME." Our transfiguration teacher seemed at a lost for words. On her right side, her fingers gripped Malfoy's forearm as if he were five years old and needed to be held by the hand in case he wandered off and caused trouble. She did the same to me. She stomped us off down the headmistress probably, amongst the hushed onlookers whose heads were probably wondering the ways to pass the news on, and how to achieve the goal of letting the whole damned school know by eight o'clock tonight.
As we approached the headmistress' office, Professor McGonagall practically shoved us through the double doors. We stumbled in, and met up face to face with the headmistress who looked like she had just burst an artery.
Obviously, she had probably been informed on what just happened.
"SIT." We sat.
She stood behind her desk, hands clamped tightly around the edge and screamed, "Are you two INSANE?"
She had quite a voice for such a small person.
"OR are you just UNCIVILIZED?"
I watched as Malfoy raised his eyebrows in calm question, most likely accustomed to being yelled in such a way, always being in trouble.
Unfortunately, she still seemed to think she had the duty of continuing to try and make us deaf. "Because you do REALIZE that only FEW PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD ARE BARBARIC enough to feel the need to BLOW SOMEONE'S HEAD OFF WHENEVER THEY GET TICKED OFF." Her hair was a mass of tangled blackness as she yanked it backwards. "PERHAPS, both of you have TEMPERAMENT ISSUES?" She said with emphatic sarcasm. "Or MAYBE we're just being IMMATURE AND STUPID. STUPID ENOUGH TO GET US EXPELLED!!"
My eyes widened. Since I was so trained at Malfoy, I hadn't thought about the consequences or anything else for that matter.
If I got expelled, I would shear his head off with a chainsaw. I swear it.
Draco's POV
Expelled?? I pushed it to the back of my mind for the moment. That subject had been threatened many times, though no professor ever acted upon it. I sat there, head lolling off my hand in complete boredom as she continued giving most obvious hints implying about how idiotic and brain-dead we are, and how when we grew up, were going to become complete fags if we kept this up. I silently laughed to myself. She was certainly the most creative yeller I have ever encountered in my life. I stole a glance over at Granger and noticed how this was having a humongous effect on her, and how she probably even believed the fact that she was going to become a bum on the side of the road, shaking a paper cup.
How sexy she looked at the moment though, with her hair a wild tangled, curly mass, probably from running her hands through it so much. Professor Rue finished yelling approximately fifteen minutes later, from the looks of the clock on her wall. She finally calmed down a bit, sitting behind her desk in a kind of defeated flop. "And from you two, of all people. Former prefects, and top students in your house? HONESTLY." She continued on, lecturing now. "Apparently, we have some... well, SOMETHING between you two that seems a BIT... unbridled."
Just a BIT unbridled, eh? I guess you could put it that way. I mean if trying to cause physical lasting damage to someone is up there with accidentally ripping a page in a textbook, then I guess, yeah.
"I won't expel you." I swear I saw Granger grow about two inches in her seat. "BUT there IS, of course, a need of some kind of punishment, or reform I prefer to call it, to help you remember that maiming someone permanently is NOT THE WAY TO GO." She sighed and tapped her fingers on the desk. "I have proposed a plan, that MIGHT help you get along." She rolled her eyes. "God, at least I hope it will." She muttered to herself, softly, yet loud enough for us to hear.
"Anyways, what do you think about spending the rest of the year, sharing a common room, sharing a bathroom, and having to sleep in separate bedrooms that are ATTACHED to that shared common room, therefore you MUST get along since it'll be complete hell if you don't?"
I was just about to tell her how shitty her plan was, just like how messed up her fucking brain was to actually do this to me, when she spoke up again. "Actually, you have no choice! Let's start moving your things this afternoon so you get settled by this evening. I hope this promotes some social skills between you two." She casually shrugged and smiled haughtily at us. "Now your excused, so have a nice day." She ushered us out, and as soon as the door was closed behind us, Granger spoke up giving me a look that could freeze ice. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!!" She shrieked, gazing up at me with a horrified look. "I think I'd rather be expelled." I growled back in exchange.
"CHILDREN." A shrill voice came from within the room that we just exited. "More fighting, and perhaps I'll just join you by the hip. How's that?" I stomped off in the opposite direction.
We didn't talk for the rest of the day, I can tell you that.
Professor Rue's POV
I was finally settled in my seat, blowing my jet-black hair from my face, exhausted from raising my voice to such an extent. Not long after, Professor Snape walked in, an amused smirk of a smile on his face.
"Bravo." He clapped his hands slowly, and said, "I had no idea you could make such a lecture so interesting. Nice touches here and there." He raised an eyebrow.
"You were listening?" I intoned.
"Yes." The expression on his face gave away the fact that he probably thought only the most insane people would've not invaded someone else's privacy and eavesdropped.
I shook my head and rubbed my face. "I have no idea whether you're complimenting me or being sarcastic."
"A bit of both, I presume. A sarcastic compliment it can probably be called."
I laughed and got up, clapping his shoulder. "God, your weird as hell."
Had I been drinking a margarita at the moment, it would've come squirting out of my nose at the look on his face.
I was going to really enjoy this year.
A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to write! The next one will be longer and better, I swear it!