"You've talked to your friends?" Malfoy asked cooly.
"Yeah, and you've spoken s-l-o-w-l-y to your minions?" Hermione retorted with a smirk.
"My minions? What about your devout followers?" Malfoy sneered.
"Oh, shut it, prat." Hermione began to walk to her room, but he stepped in front of the doorway.
"What are you doing, Malfoy? I want to go to bed!" Hermione stomped her foot in annoyance.
"If you're to marry me, I should think you would be nicer to me. I haven't called you mudblood in ages, so you'd best stop insulting me." Malfoy looked at Hermione determinedly.
"Don't think you're in charge, Malfoy, because you aren't! I will do as I want, when I want! I will not be a trophy wife, obedient to you!" Hermione poked him in the chest with her finger as she spoke. He looked down at it, looked at her, and looked back at her finger. In one swift movement, he had herwrist in his hand and was smirking mischievously.
"If you wanted to touch me, Hermione, you might have asked." She stared up into his icy silver eyes, halted in fear.
"I- I- I never want to touch you! Get off me!" She stammered, and stepped back, away from Malfoy.
"Not what I think, my darling." Malfoy smirked, this time only playfully.
"Malfoy, shove off!" She was scared now; this was Malfoy, he was much stronger than she, and she didn't have her wand with her. She'd dropped it on the couch when she first came in.
"Call me Draco, Hermione. D-R-A-C-O. Say it with me, now. Dray-co." He advanced upon her, seeing the fear in her almond eyes.
"Just- just leave me be, Draco!" She cried, and he stopped moving. He'd never thought she'd call him Draco right away. She fell back into the chair and he looked at her strangely; she sat there, nearly in tears, and though he'd normally be ecstatic to have finally made Hermione cry, he wasn't. He felt… remorse?
"I'm sorry. I've been a total jerk." This, of all things, stunned her. She looked up at him, still anxious, and he moved closer. In one moment, his arms were around her, hugging her tightly.
"I didn't mean to scare you. I was just being an ass." What the hell was this? Draco Malfoy, being kind? He cared? About Hermione Granger, no less?
Hermione nearly forgot who this was as she leaned into the embrace. Her memory regain its hold on her and, with a sharp push, Malfoy fell backwards.
"Leave off, Malfoy! I'm not interested in your apologies! If I have to marry you, fine, but I refuse to become one of your many sluts!" She roared, and stomped off to her room, grabbing her wand on the way.
"That woman can't take a joke, then when I'm a dick and actually say sorry she freaks? God, Potty and Weasel must die being around her!" Malfoy said hotly to the empty room. Walking to the adjacent room that was his, he opened the door. Smirking, he knocked on the door and called out: "Good night, Hermione, darling!" in a sickly-sweet voice. Ah, this was going to be good.
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