Disclaimer: I feel like capitalizing the whole thing here... I simply don't own them!! It's a sad thing I know, so don't keep reminding me of that!!
"Harry, I'll look you up in a while." Hermione promised as she led Harry to the door and bade him goodbye.
The door shut, Hermione turned to find Draco right......
Chapter 7: With a Serpent
... in the middle of leaning close to her. In fact, he was already leaning very closely to her. He sniffed his nose, hard. 'Hmm... Lavender... How soothing.' He would've leant closer if not for the abrupt slap on his perfect acne-free face.
"What the... What do you think you are doing?" Draco ground the words through his tightly-clenched teeth.
"You are such a bastard! You ruined my supposed-to-be-wonderful first day of seventh year and now, my leisure time! Then, here you are sniffing at my perfect hair-" Draco snorted at this, "-and you have a problem with that?-" She didn't really paused for an answer though, "-how dare you even get so close to me!" Hermione was panting after releasing the anger that was pressurizing her moments ago.
Draco, who was already very red (it's red, not pink now, so, beware!) in the face, did not take in everything from Hermione. The only exception was when he noted the 'my perfect hair', verbalised by a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor. He, instead, was revising the scene of her hitting him. Each time the scene was replayed in his brain, the stinging in his cheek would go about like mad.
He balled his fist and bared his teeth, the Slytherin Serpent emerged...
A/N: This is a short chapter but please understand that it will be continued very shortly afterwards. However, I still think a little is a lot better than none! Agree?
Smile,
fionger