Chapter 3: The Solution
Jenny and Hermione stay like that for what seems like an eternity until Hermione pulls away and looks at her with a look of acceptance on her face.
"I won't let him treat me like this. He thinks he can have me and yet treat me like the common Slytherin whore. I refuse to put up with it. I think he needs someone to just tell him to fuck off."
"Are you sure that's the best idea. He's already pretty fragile, do you think it's wise to try and break him?"
"Well, what else am I suppose to do?"
Jenny just looks at her and realizes she can't talk her out of it. With an unspoken agreement to disagree, they silently walk to defense against the dark arts.
Hermoine sits in a seat away from everyone else. Harry's with Jenny and Ron's with Fleur, so they barely realize her absence. Hermione doesn't care. She's on a mission. She will ignore Draco to the best of her extent.
Speak of the devil. Draco walks in the room 5 minutes late. Snape turns to him and Draco just goes, "I was in the bathroom." Of course Snape couldn't care less if Draco was late to his class and cares even less what he was doing, so he just replies, "Of course Draco, just find an empty seat and sit down."
Draco looks around and finds a seat next to Hermione, the girl he loves to hate. A smirk spreads across his face and Hermione realizes what he's about to do. He sets his stuff down and sits too close for comfort to her.
"Okay class, we'll be taking notes on the muggle herb, sage, today for it can be incredibly useful when being poisoned. So everyone take out a quill and parchment and write what appears on the board as I talk." Snape ordered the class.
Hermione obediently got out her parchment and quill, all the while completely ignoring Draco's piercing stare.
Draco stares at Hermione with fascination. 'She still looks way too perfect. She has her hair pencil straight and wrapped up in a tight bun, her skin's a milky white, yet sun kissed from the days she'd do her homework outside, and she's sitting with almost perfect posture.' Then he remembers the way she looked only an hour ago. The way her face was twisted into pleasure and her face stained with her red. He would give anything to get her like that again.
Hermione starts writing the notes appearing on the board, until she felt a hand on her thigh. She pauses for a second, before violently pushing his hand away from her and getting back to what she was doing.
Draco looks at her pretty shocked and almost insulted. He tries again, this time a bit more forceful, digging his nails into her soft skin. Her face flinches with pain and for a brief second, she looks less than perfect but still beautiful. Then he whispers in her ear, "I can still smell you on my fingers." She turns to him and stares him directly in the eyes with anger tainting the beautiful almond color. However, his smile doesn't fade. He actually likes the sparkle in her eye. That is until she leaned over and growled in his ear, "Get your fucking hand off my thigh unless you want to fucking lose it."
He reluctantly removes his hand and stares at her. 'I'll get her later,' he decides.
Hermione walks through the hall feeling way more than just proud of herself. She comes up to the portrait and walks through to the common room where she found, guess who, Draco.
She barely spares him a look and heads for her bedroom. Draco watches her walk across the room and through her door. He decides to have some fun and walks to her door. He knocks three times before she finally answers.
When she opens the door she finds him leaning against the doorway with that evil smirk on his face.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
Draco just smirked and replied, "You."
He walks in the room and pulls her into a forceful kiss, which she quickly breaks off and slaps him. He looks at her with anger and shock lingering in her eyes.
"You don't get to do this, do you understand. You can't grab me and kiss me, then leave or call me something horrible. If you really wanted me, you need to treat me like a lady, not some whore you can just slap around. You need to treat me with respect. Now get out of my room and don't come back until you're ready to be a real man."
With that, she pushes him out of her room and locks the door.
Draco stands outside her room and asks himself, "What the fuck just happened?"