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Dramione
Quickly Hermione started to edge along the railing, but the snake seemed to be trying to push her back towards the water.
Frantically she looked around. No one was in site.
She shouted at the advancing snake.
"What are you?"
Suddenly the snake stopped, and Hermione scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the serpent intently.
It slowly started to morph, and Hermione was shocked to see it turn into Draco. She glared.
"What are you?" She repeated.
He smirked and ran his hand through his hair.
"I'm Draco Malfoy. I'm a Deatheater, as you now know, and I'm an animagus. Does that answer your question?"
Hermione's nails were cutting into her palms. She took a deep breath and walked past him. She didn't care, this was getting old.
As she started up the staircase towards the Heads Dorms, she froze unwilling. She turned to glare at Draco. She was fuming. He was grinning, and she snapped.
"God damn it Malfoy! Just leave me be and get on with your pathetic life! Why am I so special to you?"
As she finished her small tirade, her last words echoed off the walls.
She looked back at Draco. He grin was replaced by a smirk. He started towards Hermione. She gulped. He laughed.
"Hermione Granger, what makes you think you're special to me? Truth be told, it was I that spelled the flood waters in the halls below, I was trying to kill you, but no, you being the clever witch you are, found a way out." He stopped as he reached her, and reached out a hand to caress her cheek.
Hermione snarled at him and slapped his hand away. He licked his lips, slightly self-conscious.
"And so…. Feisty…" His grin returned.
She glared at him and got as close to his face as she could stand.
"Draco Malfoy if you get near me, talk to me or even look at me for too long, I'm going to curse you into oblivion!"
Hermione took in a deep breath and backed away slightly.
"Do you understand me?" She asked, searching his face for signs of emotion.
Draco had a half smile playing at his lips. "Yes, Mudblood I understand you. Go, go act like you're free, but underneath all of it, you will know that I control you."
He turned away from her, not taunting her, not even waiting to see her last emotion. Hermione scrunched her eyebrows and turned away also. Draco had taken the route to the Head's dorms. That meant that if she wanted to avoid him, she would have to continue her rounds.
She walked towards the library.
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Hermione woke up at the sound of something scratching onto… something…
She lifted her head with a feeble yawn and found herself looking at a very angry Madam Pince.
She gasped.
Instantly she tried to explain herself.
"Um, when I was doing rounds I stopped in here for a short rest, and I fell asleep! I'm so sorry Madam! Please, please forgive me!"
Surprisingly, to both Hermione and Madam Pince, Madam Pince's eyes softened and she smiled.
"It's alright dear, go on, be on your way. You're late for class."
Hurriedly she stood and ran towards the Head's dorms.
Upon entering them, she rushed around the common area, gathered her books from her trunk. Everything she needed was downstairs.
Before she left for Potions class, she performed a cleaning spell on herself, and she was surprised at it's results. Her hair was a tad bit less frizzier. She pushed thoughts of "cosmetics" out of her mind and hurried out of the portrait.
On her way down to the dungeons she saw that last night's flood was still lingering slightly, and Professor Flitwick and Filch were cleaning up it's "after-effects."
When she rushed into the potion's classroom, Snape stopped his morning lecture and his lips curled into a luminous snarl.
"It's a pleasure to see that you've decided to join us after all. Take a seat, and ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione hadn't even had a chance to spot Harry and Ron, but she thankfully found them inhabiting their usual table. She slid into the corner seat, trying to conceal herself in the shadows.
"What took you so long?" Ron whispered. "Lavender told us that you hadn't been in the lavatory this morning."
Hermione decided not to lie, they would understand.
"Oh well, last night Malfoy and I had a "argument", and I decided to avoid him as long as possible, so I stayed up patrolling the halls later than I should have. While taking a rest in the library, I dozed off. I ended up sleeping there all night. Luckily, Madam Pince was understanding and she let me off." Hermione whispered back frantically.
As she finished, she looked up at Snape, worried that he had heard every word. Thankfully he hadn't, and under the words "Veratism", it had all the necessary ingredients. Snape looked around the room and grinned very un-characteristically.
"You may get to work." He said, and sounds of knifes and cauldrons scraping around the table were heard throughout the classroom.