Disclaimer: Most of the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I own the plot and a few of the characters. Don't sue me. I don't have any money anyway.
A/N: Usually I start off with a conversation between Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, but this chapter is different. One of my reviewers wanted to know a little more about the prophecy so I'll talk about it later and I'll include part of it (like I always do). Writing the sections of the prophecy is really difficult because it's hard to make it make sense and rhyme.
"Yes," Hermione said, sticking her chin out. "He kissed me. Got a problem with it Ron?"
"Actually," Ron replied, his face turning red. "I do have a problem! Why would you kiss Malfoy!"
"He kissed me."
"Whatever! Answer the question!"
"I didn't enjoy the kiss Ron. It was totally disgusting and a spur of the moment thing. I assure you, it won't happen again."
Harry looked a bit disappointed. "You were supposed to curse him, not kiss him!"
"Well, I wasn't quite in the mood to curse anyone because I had been sitting in the rain for awhile. Malfoy locked the door and he wouldn't open it for me!"
"Why would he do that?" Ron inquired.
Hermione sighed, exasperated. "Because he wanted to get me mad, Ron! He did a fairly good job too..."
"I still don't get why you didn't curse him Hermione!" Harry said.
"You two are impossible!" Hermione stood up from the table. "I'm leaving!" She stormed out of the Great Hall, not seeing a certain Slytherin get up and move to the Gryffindor table.
"So," Draco sneered at Harry and Ron. "What poison was the mudblood telling you?"
"Just that you kissed her!" Ron shouted at him, disgusted.
Draco's face hardened. "She's spreading that around, is she?"
"What do you care?" Harry retorted. "You're the one that kissed her!"
"Shut your face Potter!"
"Who's gonna make me?"
Draco answered by picking up a pitcher of orange juice and tossed it towards Harry. Harry, whose reflexes (thanks to Quidditch) were excellent, dodged the orange juice and it splattered on a second year Hufflepuff girl who happened to be passing by. She screeched and aimlessly grabbed for a chocolate donut and hurled it at Draco.
It hit Draco right in the face, leaving a smudge of chocolate on his nose. Not caring about how he looked, Draco lunged for some ripe strawberries and started chucking them at random Gryffindors.
A first year Ravenclaw student jumped up and shouted, "FOOD FIGHT!"
Suddenly, everything broke loose. Students grabbed for anything on the table, throwing them at any random person. Professor Dumbledore was busy telling Professor Sprout a joke and did not notice the chaos. Luckily, Professor McGonagall did.
"SILENCE!" Professor McGonagall shouted. Everyone in the Great Hall froze. They had all forgotten about the teachers.
She gazed around and saw Harry trying to wipe porridge off his glasses while Ron was busy cleaning jelly off his robe.
"I am disgusted with all of you!" Professor McGonagall fumed. "Never, in all my years at Hogwarts, have I seen students behave so badly! Fifty points will be taken from each House. You are lucky I don't give you all a detention!"
Students opened their mouth to object to the deduction of house points, but thought better of it. They glared at Professor McGonagall as if she was the one who started the food fight.
"Which student," Professor McGonagall said, her nostrils white, "Thought it would be fun to start a food fight?"
Silence. Nobody moved until Harry and Ron, grinning slightly, pointed at Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy," she said, her lips tight, "Report to my office after breakfast. Well? What are the rest of you looking at! Get to work cleaning this mess up!"
Draco dragged himself into Professor McGonagall's office and was surprised to see Hermione sitting there, discussing her grade with McGonagall.
"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed.
"It just so happens," Hermione replied, sticking her chin out slightly, "That you will be serving your detention with me."
Draco's mouth dropped open. He mouthed something wordlessly and turned to McGonagall. "You're kidding, right?"
"I felt like your detention would be better served improving your Transfiguration grade, so I asked Hermione if she would tutor you for the evening."
"Give me ANYTHING else," Draco begged, acting very unlike himself. "Anything besides serving detention with that mudblood..."
"TEN POINTS OF SLYTHERIN!" Professor McGonagall said coldly. "You would do well to learn not to call Ms. Granger a mudblood."
"I'll call her whatever I please!" Draco shouted, his eyes snapping with fury.
Professor McGonagall rose from her chair and glared at Draco, "Do not take that tone with me, Mr. Mafoy. You will be spending two hours studying Transfiguration with Ms. Granger. You are dismissed."
The two students exited the room, Draco looking livid. Once in the corridor, Hermione turned to walk away but Draco reached out and tightly gripped her arm, his fingers digging in her skin.
"Ouch!" Hermione squeaked, trying to shake Draco off. "Let me go!"
"I bet you planned that, didn't you? Thought it would be a good way to torture me?" Draco pulled Hermione closer, his grip still hard as iron.
Hermione winced and retorted, "I'd rather eat dung than spend two hours with you!"
"Then we both feel the same!"
"Let me go," Hermione said, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Or I will inform Professor McGonagall of this! You are on my last nerve Malfoy, and one more mishap on your part and you may be walking around with antlers on your head! You're lucky I –!"
Draco pressed his lips on hers and Hermione closed her mouth. Good thing he's holding my arm, Hermione thought to herself. Otherwise I might fall down!
Draco lifted his head up and his cold eyes glared at Hermione. "That was to shut you up." And he walked away.
Hermione looked after him, her eyes bulging. Another kiss from Draco! That made two. She lifted her fingers to her lips, remembering the sweet taste of the kiss.
"Is it possible he likes me?" Hermione muttered quietly to herself. Flashbacks of all the cruel, obnoxious things Malfoy had said to her flickered in her mind. Hermione laughed silently. "Of course not. What was I thinking?
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, waving his hand in Hermione's face. "Earth to 'Mione."
Startled, Hermione stared at Ron. "If you don't get your bloody fingers out of my face, I'll bite them off," she told him bitterly.
"Wow! Touchy, touchy!" Ron said, laughing slightly. "What's a matter?"
"Nothing." Hermione replied miserably.
Harry made a sound of disbelieving. "Like we believe that. You've been acting weird for the past few days."
Hermione shot him a glare. "It's nothing important. And if it were important, I wouldn't tell you lot anyway. All you care about is the latest Quidditch game and what desserts they'll be serving at dinner."
She collected her books and stomped out of the common room, leaving Harry and Ron with their mouths open.
"Well," Ron said, eating a chocolate frog. "I reckon it's that time of month."
"You would know Ron, you would know..." Harry mumbled.
Once out of the common room, Hermione sighed and ran a hand through her bushy hair. Contrary to what Ron and Harry believed, it wasn't her menstrual cycle that was bugging her. It was a certain sexy Slytherin with deep, gray eyes, slicked back blonde hair, and who also happened to be an excellent kisser.
"Stop thinking about him!" Hermione muttered to herself, scurrying down the hall.
She almost cried out in relief at the sight of the library. Everyone was pestering her, she was so confused about Draco, and all she wanted to do was be alone and study. She burst through the library door, and left out a sigh of relief. She was alone.
Hermione sat down in a chair and dropped her books on the table. Surprisingly enough, the table didn't break under the weight of all the books.
She randomly grabbed any book, and flipped through all the pages, not even reading the text. She felt too worked up to study, but there was nothing she could do to get rid of the feeling.
Hermione sighed and leaned back in her chair. She glanced around the empty library, wondering where everyone was.
"I guess everyone has better things to do than be in the library," she muttered to herself.
Suddenly, the library door opened. Hermione looked over in surprise, and was even more surprised to see Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. Hermione's heart skipped a beat, the last thing she needed was to be stuck in an empty room with Draco.
"Malfoy," Hermione said, trying to make her voice sound cold and disgusted.
"Granger! Strange to see you here. Oh wait; this is where you basically live, isn't it? Such a teacher's pet...spending all your time in the library."
"Shut up," Hermione snapped, collecting her books.
"Who's going to make me Granger?"
"Me!" Hermione spat bitterly. "I could take you any day, Malfoy. I know spells that could make your head explode!"
Draco smirked. "There's a spell for exploding someone's head?"
Hermione flushed slightly. "I could think one up."
"Good luck with that!"
Hermione sighed loudly. "You are infuriating Draco. I don't even know why I bother talking to you. You can't even carry on a civilized conversation."
Draco grinned at her. "You talk to me because you think I'm hot."
A dull blush crept onto Hermione's cheeks. "How are things on planet 'You Wish', Malfoy?"
Draco made a tutting sound with his tongue. "Granger, Granger. It's pointless to deny it. We both know it's true."
He sauntered over to the table where Hermione had her books strewn about. "I thought the two of us should make more of an effort to get along."
Hermione slammed her Transfiguration book shut and laughed. "Us, get along? I think you had a bit too much to drink." She rose from her chair and hurriedly collected her books.
Draco followed Hermione to the door. "I'll have you know that I only drank on weekends."
Hermione made a face at him. "Oh, of course. Drinking on weekends is the only time it's acceptable," she remarked sarcastically. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to do and people to see."
"Be my guest," Draco said, backing up. "Just remember our date tomorrow. After Potions."
The word date caused Hermione to quickly spin around. "Sorry, I must have heard wrong. I could have sworn you just said we have a date tomorrow."
Draco grinned. "We do."
"I can't believe you had the audacity to assume that I would go on a date with you. You're disgusting."
Draco reached out and ran his fingers gently across Hermione's cheek. "I know for a fact you'll be there Granger. Because if you aren't, you just might lose your position as Head Girl."
A/N: -rises from the dead- My loyal readers! I have returned! Sort of...kind of...not really? XD I'm going to start a new Draco/Hermione fanfic because I can't remember where I was going with this one. If you have ANY ideas for a plot, please email me. And as for why I haven't updated in over a year...blame it on life. But now I'm back and I'm gonna stay! Hopefully. Oh, and the reason I posted this chapter is because it has been bugging me for the past year and I just had to finish it before I went insane. Love you all.
