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"Come on, I Dare you!!"
"Give that back Malfoy!"
"Say please!"
"In your dreams, ferret boy!"
"Why you little-SHIT!!"
Hermione had just finished smacking Malfoy, when Harry came running up to the screaming duo, attracting all the stares of the Hogwarts students."
"Oh look it's Pothead! Here to accompany your-er-violent mudblood here?" Draco say, rubbing the red spot on his cheek.
"You want me to hurt you again?!?" Hermione exclaimed. Harry held her back and avoided her dangerous hands, that seemed to have a mind of their own nowadays.
"No, in fact I would rather you not waste my bloody time with you, especially when your boyfriend over here wants to spend quality time with you," he said, with a smug smile. "Now, if you don't mind, I have something more important to do. Like go watch paint dry," He finished.
"I WILL BEAT THAT SMIRK OF YOUR FACE-LET… ME… GO!!!" she screamed, Harry struggling to keep her back.
"Herm- HERMIONE!" Harry shouted, finally managing to pull her back completely.
Draco sat back and observed the two, watching Hermione's furious glare counter his own smirk. Slightly amused he pranced around and stuck out his tongue.
"Leave, Malfoy. Like you said, you had something better to do." Harry said coldly.
Draco's only reply was more dancing.
"Unless you want me to let her go?" he suggested, loosening his grip.
"Are you challenging me?"
"Does it look like I'm messing with you?"
"Yup,"
"Then you're right."
"Aren't I always? Ha, you're not gonna let her go!" he replied, "It'll risk your innocent reputation!" Draco mocked.
"Try me," Harry replied. He released one arm. By now, Hermione started yelling furiously. "You've seen how violent she can get…"
By now, Draco had tensed, but not because of Hermione.
"PANSY, get your filthy hands off of me!"
"Hey, darling, why are you hanging around Scarhead?" She said, sending a casual glance at Harry, and her eyes resting on Hermione.
"And why THE HELL are you hanging with her?!?"
Draco merely glared at her and said, "I can hang out with whoever I want, I don't have time for your bullshit."
"Aww, now I made you mad, I can make it all better though…" she said, giving him a puppy dog face. But now she was looking at Harry, observing him.
"What the bloody hell are you looking at?" he snapped.
"You don't look half bad, Potter…"
His eyes went wide and he looked disgusted. But indeed, he looked very much better; you may even call him handsome if you look through any girl's eyes. His hair was now filled with gel, causing it to spike just a bit, but curve backwards smoothly. He was taller, and lost his childish charm, replacing it with a manly face and a much better look.
Hermione pretended to puke, choking the laughter behind her hand.
"What's so funny? I find it purely annoying that now that you've got your hair and face done, just to be a showoff. You think you're so pretty with those brown curls you got on attached to that huge brain of yours."
Hermione was taken back by this. She had never really paid that much attention to her make over since the summer, but she did take better care of her hair. Her brown curls dropped softly around her shoulders, almost elegantly, her face had much better features, her eyes more alive, her mouth a perfect red shape, her eyelashes just a bit better with a little mascara and her hair was no longer frizzy and wild. She had tamed it.
Draco had already noticed it, trying desperately to ignore it, but he couldn't help glancing at her every time they passed each other in the halls.
"Ok Pansy, tell me, what have you done to yourself to make you more appealing? Gotten plastic surgery? Caused mass destruction again to your little 'darling' over here?" Hermione pointed out, "I even feel a teeny bit of sympathy for Malfoy, but it's not like he doesn't deserve it."
"Doesn't look like you changed one thing to your repulsive, disgusting face, besides become more hideous over the summer. You look more and more like scum every year."
"Look you fucking assholes, get lost or else Drackie over here will kick those little behinds out of Hogwarts and into hell." Pansy snarled.
Harry and Hermione were now laughing hysterically on the floor, and Draco was extremely pissed by now.
"Pansy, first of all you can go snog with the wall, it's probably the only thing that would be willing to, since it apparently doesn't have eyes, and I am not 'Drackie' so GET OVER IT AND GET LOST."
Exaggerated sobbing came from Pansy after that and Draco merely rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air from exasperation.
"I give up! Pothead and mudblood- go ahead and insult her, not like I care."
"We've only been commenting about her horrendous face for the past fifteen minutes- OH MY GOD!" Hermione scrambled all of the books dropped on the floor carelessly, running towards her next her class.
"I'll meet you in Potions class!" she yelled back to Harry. He waved and gathered his books warily.
"Some advice ferret boy: lose that ugly hog of yours, Pansy. Not that I'm helping or anything, but it'd be better for the both of us. I still think you're worth crap."
"Gee thanks, Potter, I wasn't just trying to do that!" Draco replied sarcastically.
Harry sprinted to Potions, another endless period with Professor Snape. There's really nothing worse than being in Professor Snape's class two classes extra, except being in his class two times extra and being in Gryffindor.
When he finally arrived the whole class was silent, all eyes on Hermione. Her head was down and Professor Snape was lecturing her on 'how not to be tardy'.
"And second of all, this is your education Ms. Granger, you must not waste my time fooling around outside."
"Yes, sir."
"Not only are you wasting my time, stop saying 'Yes, sir'. Also, nobody like's a suck up."
"Yes- I mean, of course Professor."
She replied hastily. The way she tensed, Harry could tell that she wanted to smack him right there and then.
"Ah, Mr. Potter. It seems you two were not aware of the more important issues, such as learning something that will help you pass your OWLS. I will not allow two juvenile delinquents in my class late."
Hermione winced, but Harry tightened his fist.
"Raising a temper, aren't we, Potter?" Snape observed.
"No, Professor Snape." Harry said through gritted teeth.
"It seems we have yet to learn about manners. The rest of the class seems quite fine, and I simply cannot waste a period teaching a pair of students of how to talk back to a teacher." Snape said, nodding at the Slytherins smirking in the back. "But first, you shouldn't talk back to a teacher.
"Now, let's begin class, I'm dearly sorry for those two wasting half the time." He wrote a complicated mess of ingredients on the board and instructed the class to begin.
Harry and Hermione went to their seats, both humiliated and angry. He consistently criticized what they were doing throughout the whole class and didn't even glance at Hermione's perfect potion.
"It's not like he has to be so harsh." Harry whispered.
"I know what you mean…" she replied glumly. The class was dismissed and the pair went out with fresh detention classes in their minds.
"And Malfoy didn't even go to class!"
Hermione glanced at Malfoy, who was leaning casually against a wall, smirking at the flock of girls asking him out. As if he knew she was looking, his head whipped over and those deep gray eyes stared straight into her hazel ones. She couldn't turn her head. She was paralyzed.
"Hey, what's going on?" Ron said, catching up to them. His red hair was smoothed back and his freckles made him look a lot better since last year. He was taller and his structure was a lot better. So long, wimpy Ron.
"Oh, it's funny isn't it? Malfoy's being overrun by wannabe girls." Ron said, chuckling, following Hermione's gaze. Draco's look didn't change but he seemed to soften the cold barriers around him for just a minute, his eyes coming a little more alive, but just for that split moment. She just thought it was her imagination, besides, who the hell could read eyes?
"Yeah…" Hermione replied weakly, "Come on, let's go to the Great Hall,"
"Brilliant idea, Hermione, I'm starving." Ron said eagerly. She rolled her eyes and continued strolling along the halls. She never forgot that split second Draco's eyes let down their barriers. Draco was also following her with his eyes, his gaze never left her until she turned the corner.
Hermione knew he was staring. For the first time, she felt self-conscious and quickly turned the corner into the Great Hall. There, they sat and ate lunch, and soon Draco came in, followed by the league of girls following him. She observed her friends, who were almost melting at the site of him. Was he really that handsome? She looked at him, and realized what she's been missing out on.
He was both built stronger and more handsome than anything she's ever seen. The only reason why she's really bothered with him is his eyes. They really were quite beautiful, but always sad and cold. But Hermione knew that she did not want to be any one of those girls squealing behind him pathetically.
She shook her head and tried to get rid of her thoughts, scolding herself. How could I, me, Hermione Granger, ever think of such ridiculous things? She continued eating her lunch, and excused herself quickly to go to the library. Along the way she brushed her shoulder against Draco and they quickly exchanged glances of hatred, not really wanting to meet each other's eyes.
"Watch it mudblood."
"Well, a simple 'pardon me' would've worked, you know." She left before he could say anything and looked back, giving him a cold glare.
Draco sat down, feeling slightly ashamed that he couldn't think of anything before she left. Now he felt stupid. Good for you, Draco.
"Hey, Draco?" Crabbe grunted, reaching for a muffin.
"What?" Draco asked carelessly.
"Can you lend me your Divinations notebook? I gotta copy the notes." Crabbe said, stuffing the muffin in his mouth.
"Yeah, sure," Draco said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. He dragged out his books and began flipping through each and every one of them. It wasn't there.
Where is it? Ugh… When was the last time I saw it? Let's see, this morning I saw Granger outside, we got into our usual quarrel-she was looking a lot better, might I add-Great! Now I'm going off topic… She smacked me, I dropped my books, Pothead came in, so did Pansy the hedgehog, Granger dissed her, Harry supported Granger, Granger realized she was late for Potions, gathered her books- GATHERED HER BOOKS? Oh god… Now I got to find Granger before my tomorrow.
"Uh… Draco?" Crabbe said, completely confused at Draco's thoughtful expression.
"I don't have it, go borrow it from Blaize or something…" he brushed Crabbe aside and headed for the library. That's where Granger is for sure.
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