CHAPTER 8
Hey people, what's up? Wow, it has been so long, and I had to take out two of my chapters for technical reasons…so sorry people. I have written a few chapters, and although they go in a slightly different direction, I hope you all still like the plot. Thanks so much for waiting so long…love you all lots.
"Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy - We want to congratulate you for being so willing at your positions of head girl and boy. Dumbledore believes you two are fulfilling everything perfectly. The main thing is to put aside old grudges and work together. Both of you are intelligent and were chosen for different reasons. When you come together you will work better. Your new duty will be to conduct dorm checks every night. Make sure all students are in their rooms and not out past hours. Please come to me with further questions.
Sincerely,
Prof. Minevera Mc Gonagall
Hermione looked up from the note, laughing slightly at the wording as she looked at her watch, which now read 12:45 am. She glanced at the portrait and looked back at the letter. "I guess I had to do a very late dorm check by myself." She said to herself softly, standing up slowly. Her cloak was in her room and she was too lazy to go get it. She looked down at herself. Earlier she had changed into a pair of boy briefs that had spongebob, a muggle cartoon, on it and wore a plain white tank top with big fuzzy white slippers. The chances of running into someone were slim to none, so she grabbed her wand and headed out. First was Hufflepuff. She opened the portrait and glanced in - it was empty.
As she went lower in the building it got colder, causing her to quicken her pace. When she got to the Ravenclaw door she opened it, peeked in and left.
Next, Slytherin in the dungeons. She went down the last flight of stairs and walked down a cold dark hallway. A large door was at the end of it with a giant serpent painting. Typical. As she said the password the portrait swung open catching her by surprise, causing her to fall over. A tall figure grabbed her roughly by the arms and yanked her up.
"Granger you shouldn't have come looking for me because you were worried" a silky voice filled her ears.
"You asshole you scared the shit out of me" she said, shaking her head.
"Wow that's twice...today must be my lucky day" he smirked.
"I've been up all night doing OUR job as head boy and girl and I was just coming to check on the nasty serpents and make sure they're in bed" as she said this, Draco laughed lightly to himself. "The nasty slytherins, huh? Well how about the nasty potter? You should go and check that dorm. "I'm sure there'll be a present for you."
"What the fuck do you mean Malfoy?" she snapped towards him.
"Never mind…" he said, "If you must know, just go and check the dorm."
She turned around and walked towards the stairs. She was worried already, and then, heard Malfoy's footsteps behind her. She walked up the 3 flights of stairs without looking back when suddenly the stair case moved.
"Dammit" She muttered and leaned against the side.
"Calm down mudblood its not like you have someplace to go…except to Potter." Malfoy snickered. She eyed him and flipped him off.
"Ouch" he said rolling his eyes. "Your asking for it walking around wearing that" he said and swept his eyes over her, as usual.
"Asking for what?" she asked, challenging him once again.
"Some one to grab you and take you into a dark hallway and do things your little mind cant even imagine" he answered. She glared at him. "Tell me Granger are you cold?" he asked.
"What?" She asked him, confused. He answered by looking at her chest. Of course, just her luck…the cold had affected her in more ways than one. She crossed her arms quickly, causing Draco to laugh. "Shut up" She snapped, turning around and walked up the last staircase. She looked around and saw 3 dark hallways none of them which she recognized. Turning, she looked towards Malfoy – he didn't seem bothered – all he was doing was staring at her knickers.
"Well I think were lost" She sighed.
"In a dark hallway" he said smirking. "I should teach you a lesson" he whispered.
"Your scaring me" She said, backing away.
"That's the point" he said stepping closer.
"Stop"
"No"
"Malfoy your insane" She stated.
"I know"
"Well then we best be off" he said, and turned to walk down the hallway.
"Malfoy you're an impossible dimwit" she said through gritted teeth.
"Thanks" he said and strolled past her down the hallway. "Keep up Granger we don't have all night" he turned and looked at her. Looking down, she kept following him.
"Maybe if I wasn't so fucking cold I wouldn't be lagging behind" Hermione muttered under my breath. Draco whipped around., causing her to stop walking.
"Cold, are you?" he raised his eyebrow.
"No I'm fine, thanks" she replied sarcastically. His facial expression changed and he seemed to be thinking.Hermione bither lip and leaned against the wall. He stood there, studying herfor a moment and then moved and stood in front of me
"Yes?"she asked. He moved closer and pushed his body on hers. "What are you doing?"she gasped.
"Your cold" he whispered making his breath tickle my cheek. The sudden contact with his body sent tingles up my spine. He rubbed up and down my arms softly.
"Malfoy"she said more in a moan than intended.Her eyes fluttered closed. Stopping, he looked at her as she opened her eyes.
"You're such a tease" he pulled away.
"Excuse me I am not. And anyways, I have a wonderful boyfriend."Hermione said, brushing herselfoff.
"I should be the one cleaning myself granger god knows what kind of diseases mudblood carry" he made a smirk on his face at the last statement. "Yes… he's…wonderful, isn't he?"
"You came on to me, and he is."She threwher hands in the air, more frustrated than she had been in awhile. Not to mention confused.
"I only did it so you would stop whining about being cold. And whatever. You'll learn soon enough, mudblood." he spat back.
"Whatever"She muttered, pushinghim out of the way. Catching a glimpse of herreflection in a large mirror in the hallway, she noticed how revealing herclothes actually were.The tank top was short and tight, showing a lot of midriff, andher knickers were low and dangerously cut aroundthe bottom. Blushinga bit, shekept walking with Malfoy close behind.
"Where are you going?" he called out.
"To the gryffindor dorm. Where else?" was thereply.
"Granger… I was just joking about the Harry thing… lets go back to our dorm. You can see Harry in the morning. He's probably fast asleep…" Draco's sudden change of attitude confused her, and the look of pity on his face did nothing to help her either.She turned to face him.
"You've got to be kidding me. Somethings wrong, and I'm going to figure it out." With that, she turned, running towards the Gryffindor common room.
Before sheeven reached the portrait, voices were heard, as well as a familiar laugh. Harry. Pushing the door open with a smile, shecould hardlyregister what was happening before her very eyes. It was dimly lit soshe tiptoed into the commons.Hearinga sudden moan come from the couch, shesnapped herhead around towards the noise.
"Oh Harry.."Hermione gasped, puttingher hands over her mouth.
"Baby don't stop…" this time, it was Harry's voice. Turning, she flicked herwand, seeing the sight in front of her.
Harry, on the couch. Pansy Parkinson underneath him, moaning loudly. Harry turned quickly when the light turned on.
The girl flew off of Harry's half naked body and landed on the floor with a loud thud.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Pansy screamed and brushed herself off as she stood up. Her top half was clearly visible. More thananyone ever needed to see in a life time.
Harry andwassilent, and to Hermiones horror, tears wereforming inher eyes.
"Pansy get out" he said and stood up himself wrapping the sheets around him. It was obviously wrongthathe was only half naked. It seemedHermione had just busted in when things were getting hot. Parkinson looked at him with her mouth open.
"Harry...?" she asked confused.
"Wow Parkinson I didn't think you were that thick...you couldn't even understand simple directions"Draco said from the doorway.
She pouted for a few seconds before grabbing her shirt and walking out of the portrait.
"You had no right barging in here." harry spat out.
Hermione felt more tears well up in her eyes, and turned, but not before hearing Draco say, "It's alright. Must be because you're a mudblood."
"You're both fucking assholes." she turned on her heel and ran faster down the hallway. She got to the stairs and skipped every other one and raced up. The hallways looked familiar so she dashed down it and turned the corner. The portraitin clear view, shepicked upspeed and said the password. The door opened, Hermione steppingin andgoing to herroom.Stripping offher clothes, sheopened the bathroom door, tears streaming down her face. How could Harry do this to her? How could he? And how could draco have been so cruel about it? She turned on the water and got inside. The hot water felt like knives onthe cold skin.Sheshuther eyes tightly, leaning against the cool marble wall, crying continusly.Her thoughts were drifting back towards that awful scene when the door suddenly shot open.Looking looked through the foggy glass, shewiped a small section to look through. And who did she see except for Draco.
"GET OUT!" she screamed as Malfoy approached me.
"Hermione…I'm sorry…I shouldn't have told you, and that remar-"
"As you can see this bathroom is occupied are you to thick to understand that?" she said, her voice cracking.
"Its my bathroom too" he spat, getting frustrated as sheturned up the water.
"Sorry cant hear you can you leave now?"she yelled
"Cant hear me?" he asked. "Then maybe we should just open this door" he said reaching for the handle of the glass door.
"Noo!"Hermione screamed. He stopped.
"Ohh so you can hear me?" he smirked.
"Just get out Malfoy… please…" she said, her head in her hands. "Please."
"Fine" He stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.
The next morning, Harry came up to her, a sad look in his eyes. "Mione…" Hermione turned, and said to him, "Leave me the fuck alone you bastard. You have no place in my heart." With that, she flipped him off, walking away to her room.
"I don't care if what I said was drastic or even inappropriate – right now, I can't stand him." She muttered on her way out the room.
