I dare you-Chapter 2

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Draco entered the library, furious that he let this happen. Spotting Granger's smooth, sleek hair, he walked swiftly towards her. Before tapping her though, he thought of a brilliant idea.

"GRANGER!!"

She yelled out a shriek and turned around, hastily covering her mouth. The librarian looked at them both disapprovingly, but Draco just replied with a smug smile.

"You idiot!" she hissed. "What the hell was that for?!?!"

"I just had to seize the opportunity," he said, brushing off her furious glare.

"Why are you here anyways? Last I heard, it was physically impossible for you to be in the library. Not that it's such a big surprise." Hermione said, putting her book back, and scanning the shelves. She pulled out another book, and Draco snatched it out her hand.

"Give that back!" she exclaimed, giving out a sigh of exasperation.

"Not until you give my book back." He replied.

"What?"

"Well, you do have my Divinations book. I would call you thief, but you'll just smack me."

She gave him a funny look and crossed her arms.

"I don't have your bloody book. Now give that back!"

"Yes you do. You gathered up your books this morning when you found out you were late and took my book as well!"

Hermione thought for a moment, and realized what happened. But a smile spread on her face. He didn't like that smile. No, not at all.

"Granger, I don't really appreciate you smiling cynically. Especially when my book is in your possession. Now give the book back. I need that piece of crap by tomorrow."

"I don't think so." She merely said, walking casually past him and going up to check out her book.

"What?!?!"

"You heard me. I don't think so. You don't really care about it anyways, not like you really need it. I think I'll just dispose of it."

"Granger, don't make me beg. I don't do that, and you know I'll continuously bug you."

She turned to him and his smug smile was now on her face.

"Well…"

"Yes, WELL?"

"Ok, Malfoy. Under one condition. You have to kiss Pansy -yes, the boar- smack on the lips." She said, smiling broadly.

"Never." He said, disgusted.

"Hmm, perhaps that is a little too cruel. Ok, you have to be my servant at all times."

"Don't think so, Granger."

"Ok, then no book." She said, the smile still plastered to her face. She continued walking out of the library, before Draco ran up and grabbed her arm.

"Listen, Granger. I need that book,"

"Get your father to get it for you." He looked shocked then. Perhaps a little hurt. What did I say wrong? She thought. His eyes became stiff and cold and he turned sharply and walked right out of the library.

I hope nothing serious happened… Oh my god, now I feel guilty! This is ridiculous; you shouldn't feel bad for Malfoy. She scolded herself. But she couldn't get that hurt look out of her mind. It turned a scary kind of cold, and the ice in his eyes turned more frozen then ever.

She returned to the Great Hall, and seated herself. Hermione tried to read her book, but her eyes kept lingering onto Malfoy, sitting three tables ahead of her. He sat there, staring coldly into oblivion, before he realized he was being watched. Draco's eyes snapped in her direction. He made sure he gave her the iciest look before she turned away quickly.

Hmm, Granger looked a bit guilty. She should be. My fucking father wouldn't do anything for me. He'd leave me and mother again. Again.

Hermione sighed. She knew that Draco had been either seriously hurt or rejected. She knew the feeling. Her father had died in a tragic car accident five years earlier. What did Malfoy's father do to hurt him? Oh shush! You can't think of these thoughts, it's not your business, nor your care.

When lunch was done, she walked over to Draco's table, grasping the attention of everyone in the Slytherin table.

"Malfoy, can I speak to you? In private, I mean." She said a little gentler then how she usually talked to him.

He looked surprised. No one's ever tried to sort situations out with him. Draco was tired; he just wanted to get it over with.

"Fine." Draco replied to the shocked stares of his friends.

"The poor bloke must've lost his mind." Blaize said, shaking his head.

Draco followed Hermione out to an empty moving staircase, where she sat down. He followed suit and they sat in silence for a while.

"Look Malfoy, I apologize for that comment. It wasn't necessary." She spoke up; giving him the coldest compassionate look she could manage. It was hard, looking at his expression. "But I still hate you, just in case you think I've changed."

"It's fine, Granger. None of your business anyways." He merely replied, standing up, but he felt he should at least be a little sympathetic towards her attitude and sat back down.

"Look," he said, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly, "It's not your fault, okay? There's just something's that I don't respect about my father, not would he would respect my bloody feelings either." Realizing he's said too much, he stood up again.

"I thought about what you said, being your servant and all for the Divinations book. I will do it only if it's not forever. And there has to be limits. Also, I don't want to be treated like bullshit and this has to be completely secret. It could risk my reputation and yours."

Hermione looked up, mildly surprised. She didn't think he would consider the offer, let alone talk to her at least a little respectfully.

"I need it. I lost it once before, and made up a hasty lie. I got detention for a week. Never have I been so humiliated." He knew right there and then, he was getting close to her and finished, "Besides talking to you right now."

Hermione stood up along with him and nodded her head. She stuck out her hand and replied, "A week then. You'll have to follow my rules for a week. Hope that's not too much of a challenge for you."

His famous smirk spread along his face, and he shook her hand. An understanding between them, at last.

"Is this where you usually sit?" Draco said, breaking the silence. He glanced at the moving staircase.

"I don't look down. I'm afraid of heights. And no, I just thought we needed to be alone somewhere so it wouldn't risk our reputation." She mocked.

"So long then." She finished, and turned away, brushing her hair behind her shoulder gently.

He stood there, surprised that she just finished it. No one's ever done that either.

So I guess it's a game, Granger. You're on.

(A/N) I hope you like it! Thanks again for all the wonderful reviews and I hope to get more. I'm gonna go daydream and see what I can think of next. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! 