Eight Days a Week

By stefaniaangelone

Chapter 3Mess-ups and Marmalade

"I've Seen Better Days Than This One
I've Seen Better Nights Than This One
Tension Is Rebuilding
Something's Got To Give."

Beastie Boys, Something's Got to Give

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Chapter Rating: PG-13 for language

Credits: No one

"A person usually has two reasons for doing something: a good reason and the real reason."
Thomas Carlyle


Draco cringed, rolling his hands into tight fists. "Whatever." He mumbled, storming into his room. Hermione shifted on the coach beside her boyfriend, who was trying hard to make himself still look mighty and tough although it was honestly no use. The way Draco easily knocked Mike onto the couch made Mike look like a mouse against a hawk.

"Want me to walk with you to your dorm?" Hermione asked softly, watching him stand to his feet. "No, that's fine." Mike said, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Goodnight." He said, slightly battered. She frowned, waving. "'Night." She murmured, watching him depart the dorm.

"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, pounding her fist against his bedroom door when she was sure Mike had left. Draco opened his door, glaring at her. "What the fuck do you wa—" "Don't you dareever—touch him again—" "Granger, you bitch—" "Don't cuss at me you stupid prick—" "I swear—" "Shut up!" Hermione narrowed her eyes, her eyes glowing violet. "Can we settle this like normal human—" "Pureblooded wizards? Oh wait you aren't—" "A wizard—yes. I'm a witch you insolent bastard! Now shut up or I will be forced to slap you until your pretty face is nothing but a—" "Oh stop being so immature. What did you need to say to me?" Draco said, making Hermione's nose flare. She opened her mouth, and then closed it again, exhaling deeply.

"You're lucky I have a lot of patience." She said heatedly. "I just wish you hadn't punched my boyfriend in the face—" "He swung at me first!" Draco insisted. Hermione sighed. He was completely right. She had no reason to yell at him. "Goodnight, Malfoy." She said finally, turning on her heel and ambling back to her room.

When Hermione woke up the next morning, she felt a furry thing swing back and forth over her nose. She opened her eyes and screamed when she saw a blur of black fuzz attacking her nose. She jerked up; her heart rate slowing as she realized it was only Draco's cat. Crookshanks was perched on the top shelf of her closet, hissing loudly. "Malfoy!" She said, exasperated as she scooped up the fussy black cat and padded through the hallway, all the way to his closed door. She knocked on it, holding the cat in one arm. After a few minutes of waiting and peculiar sounds, Draco opened his door, looking extremely tired.

"I found him on my head." She said, handing him the cat and brushing the thick fur off of her shirt. Draco set him down, letting him wander his room. "About last night—" Hermione said, smiling wearily. She stared at his toned chest, eyeing the thin trail of hair falling from his belly button to beneath his sweatpants. Draco fumbled with a wife-beater, and then pulled it over his head.

"You never finished what you were going to say." Hermione bit her lip uncertainly. "I—" "Didn't know what to yell at me about? That's because I was right." Draco said, grinning. Hermione clenched her teeth together. "Shut up." She said, then again slightly louder. "You're—" She paused, hesitant of what to say. "I'm?" Draco asked curiously. "You're getting under my skin!" She shouted. "You know the tinniest ways to just—piss me off—" "Am I supposed to take that as a compliment? Because I'm very flattered." Hermione shifted her weight onto her right foot, then her left, standing uncomfortably in silence.

"I had no idea you had a—" "Boyfriend? Well…we were trying to keep it private." Draco made a face. "Was that his idea?" Hermione hesitated, crossing her arms. "Sort of." She said, biting her lip. Draco glared into space. "I thought so." He said bitterly. "Mericheri's a bastard, Granger. He's a real prick on the field." Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. "He's just competitive. Isn't that a good quality in order to win?" Draco shrugged. "That's kind of true—look at Potter—" Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop it." She ordered, digging her nails into her palms. "Why are you so concerned that I'm dating him, anyway?" She asked angrily. "I don't. I'm just warning you that—" "I don't need your consent—I can date whoever I want—" Draco grinned at her. Hermione's face fell blank and she stopped herself mid-sentence. "What?" She said softly.

Draco stepped closer, shaking his head. "Would your boyfriend be pissed if I kissed you?" Hermione's eyes widened as Draco gently caressed her face with his thumb, slowly running it over her moist lips. Before she could reply, he leaned in for a kiss and—"Grrr—off me! GET—off of me!" Hermione wailed, brushing him square in the chest with all her might. Draco barley budged, stepping backwards, utterly surprised that she hadn't fallen for his charm. The bet was going to be harder than he thought. And the more that he watched her gorgeous figure storming towards her bedroom door, he knew she wouldn't be the only one making things a bit difficult.

The marmalade oozed down the piece of toast, making Hermione's fingers feel sticky. She decided to eat breakfast in the herbology greenhouse (it was empty of course) because she knew Draco or Mike would be looking for her and she couldn't stand to face them at this hour. Yet, the worst person seemed to find her just as she was about to begin on her beloved toast.

"Are you hiding from someone?" Draco asked, sliding to the ground beside her. She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Yes." She said, fingering the jam with her finger. "Actually—are you stalking me?" She asked, looking up at him questionably. Draco made a face then quickly said, "Paranoid are we, Granger? Has someone stalked you in the past?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "No but if they did, you would've just brought back excruciating memories." Draco smirked at her sarcasm, watching her lick the marmalade off the toast with her little pink tongue. "Are you trying to seduce me?" He said suddenly and she looked up, smiling. "No." She responded honestly, "am I turning you on?" She giggled, continuing the messy way she was eating her breakfast that she was almost positive that was turn any guy off.

"Are you going to tutor me?" He asked, changing the subject. She considered this, wondering what Mike would say if he found out. "Maybe. But we'd have to keep it a secret. I suppose we still need to work on that whole 'respect' and 'attitude' goal, wouldn't you say?" Draco nodded. "Mmmhmm, I think so too." Hermione brushed the crumbs off of her robes, stretching to her feet. Draco got up as well, following her down the hallway. "I guess we could work on our goals in the library, then," Hermione said, smiling. Draco widened his eyes. "So you'll still tutor me?" Hermione nodded. "I have no idea why I'm going this, but yes."


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