Chapter Four

Hermione stayed on the balcony for a few minutes, and then went back into her room. Even though she knew all the duties and privileges she got as being Head Girl, Hermione still felt nervous. She had dreamed of getting this position ever since her first year at Hogwarts. When she found out she'd been made Head Girl, she was overcome with joy, but afraid, for the first time, that she might mess up.

But then she thought of Harry, her wonderful Harry, and flashed one of her brilliant smiles. She knew that as long as she had Harry, this year would be perfect.

As Hermione slipped on her pajamas, she realized just how hungry she was. Hermione was starving, actually. She quickly put a small robe on over her pajama shorts and skin-tight black tank-top, and made her way down the staircase, looking for the kitchen. Since it was late at night, around midnight, Hermione wasn't afraid of seeing Malfoy.

As Hermione opened one of the cabinets, she was even more grateful at Dumblodore for making her Head Girl. The cabinets had been charmed to have whatever your body craved when you opened them. She would have to thank him later. When Hermione opened the cabinet, she was given a butterbeer and some muggle cereal. She found a mug and a bowl to put together her late night snack. As she busily walked around the kitchen humming her favorite muggle song, she was unaware that she was being watched.

Malfoy decided to go downstairs, as he heard a female voice humming. He quietly looked around the entrance to the kitchen, only to find Granger in the kitchen. Even though she was a mudblood, Draco thought she looked quite hot, running around the kitchen in her pajamas. After all, he was human, and a teenage boy-human at that. Who wouldn't find Hermione Granger in nothing but a tank and shorts hot? He thought of this as the perfect chance to put her off balance...again. He quietly snuck up behind her as she poured butterbeer into a mug, waiting for her to turn around. As soon as she did, Draco had gotten the reaction he had planned.

"Oh God!" Hermoine screamed, the butterbeer slipping from her hands and falling to the floor.

"Oh, I like that," Draco said to her, a smirk on his face, "Usually, girls call me a sex god, but if you want me to be your god in general, I guess I can't complain."

"Malfoy!" Hermoine yelled, trying to hide her great fear at being so close to him.

"What happened to God?" Draco sneered.

"Shut up." Hermione said, trying to get around him.

Expecting this, Draco stepped to the side, blocking her way once again.

"Going somewhere?" Draco asked her, the smirk on his face growing larger.

"Yeah, away from where you are." Hermione replied. She knew it was a stupid comeback, but she suddenly couldn't think of anything better than that.

"Think again. You're not going anywhere, at least not until we have a little... chat."

"I believe that I've had enough "chats" with you to last me until I'm 102, Malfoy." Hermione said, once again trying to reach the staircase.

"Oh really? Well that's too damn bad, huh!" Draco yelled, taking Hermione's arm and throwing her to the ground. Before she could even try to get up, Malfoy bent down and put his face close to hers, as well as his hands on either side of her head. "You better stop running around in these little...outfits you like so much...because one day it's gonna come back to you...and you aren't gonna like it, I can assure you that much. You won't like it at all....or maybe, if you're lucky, you will. You got that?" Draco said to her, his eyes on hers.

All Hermione could do was nod; she couldn't bear to look in Malfoy's cold blue eyes, which had darkened to a light gray because of something that she had an idea of what it was. Which only frightened her more. Seeing her submission, Malfoy touched her cheek, before running his hand down her body, stopping at her waist. He then swiftly left the kitchen and walked back to his room. All dignity forgotten, Hermione sat on the floor, crying.

After Hermoine cleaned up the mess she had made, she went back to her bed but couldn't find sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy, although she didn't understand why. She was in love with Harry...and Draco knew it. So why had he done what he just did? And what had happened because of it?

After mixing thoughts of stormy gray eyes and kind green ones, Hermione Granger finally found sleep.