Chapter Three:
"Granger, I -"Draco paused, almost to consider something in deeper thought.
"Mr. Malfoy! Miss Granger! I am very disappointed in both of you, especially you Miss Granger, with making that incredibly noisy racket in my vicinity, get out of my Library, and detentions for the both of you. Ten o'clock, here, tonight." Madame Pince interrupted rudely in her brisk tone.
Cowering beneath her leering glare, I managed to back away from the aggravated Librarian, and with an indication of her wobbly arms I exited the Library leaving Draco to unwillingly follow suit.
"Why, in the world won't you consider it?" I whimpered. I was almost to the point of begging this time as we both departed from the book filled facility.
All I received in response was a mere sneer as Malfoy walked off benevolently down another corridor. All my anger almost washed away right at that moment, and in its place, a wallowing pit of loneliness and pitiable self-hate grew as I too, walked out of the deserted corridor; although it wasn't anywhere as near graceful.
What the hell are you thinking Hermione? Now you're just plain stupid, not to mention you looked pathetic begging Malfoy in the Library… You've never gotten detention before from Madame Pince either… You're going the wrong way about this! One agonizing thought shouted in my head.
It suddenly dawned on me that I had voluntarily, without Ron or Harry pressuring me to break the rules, in the Library! What had the world come to?
Shaking my head sadly, I continued walking down the next hall, only to be stopped by the one and only slut of Hogwarts, Pansy Parkinson.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the poor little ugly Mudblood of Gryffindor. What hole did you crawl out of this time Granger?" Pansy sneered, sharpening her nails with his metallic nail file and glaring at me with such a disgust that usually reserved for some slug.
How lovely… Tears filled my eyes, but I pushed them back forcefully, I was not going to cry, well, in front of Pansy at least.
"What do you want Pansy?" I mumbled dolefully, shuffling my feet around her slim, yet curvy figure.
"Hrmm, many, many things Granger but unlike you, you revolting fucking loser, I can get them!" she retorted, smiling dreamily in nowhere before snapping back into her usual, sluttish Slytherin pose.
"So what is the point of you talking to me here? I mean, isn't against the 'Slytherin code' do be holding a somewhat stupid conversation with a Gryffindor, and to add to that, a muggleborn?" I replied pitiably, tears crammed the lids of my eyes still as I attempted to walk away from the Slytherin girl.
"Not so fast you fucking mudblood banshee!" Pansy Parkinson snarled, whipping her hands out and pushing me to the ground.
"This will teach to not to touch my property! Mudilus corpilous!" and with that mud, and cakes of dirt was conjured out of her wand and poured right out onto my fallen figure.
I shrieked softly, the tears fell from my eyes and were mixed in with the rest of the mud, grime and any other sort of disgusting powdered substances. I listened for Pansy's screeched and strained laughter fade away before I decided to move onwards.
"You know you should have called her a whore." I knowingly voice spoke out against the silence. The voice was familiar yet still strange to hear, coming from the shadows across from me.
"Bugger off, I have got to go clean this mess up…" I mumbled dolefully, wiping away my tears but pasting more cakes of dirt onto my already filthy face. No matter how much I rubbed my face the dirt would be increasingly be added onto it, not being removed.
"You really do need some help." The voice exclaimed again, the tone become more arrogant as my thoughts finally connected and I realized who it was.
"Yes, now can't you see why I need that help so desperately?" I pitiably whispered, struggling to stand up and scrap off any loose dirt and grime.
"Hrmm, yes, you Gryffindors have always been the weaker of the houses, and you are a mudblood…" Malfoy replied smoothly stepping away from my soiled clothes, body and hair.
"We're not! It's just… I am…" I retorted, my voice breaking into a tiny mumble.
"That's obvious to see Granger." The blonde sixth year responded, his cool collect demeanour let his body pose gracefully and yet manly at the same time.
I was meant to say 'Can you please teach me?' but all that came out was "Please?" in a tiny squeak.
"What? Oh, that, well let's see…" he paused just to let the suspense eat me slowly from the inside out.
Please, please, please, please… My thoughts pumped through my head in a slow rhythmic pattern, like a drum thumping.
"Might as well…" he answered simply, a smile broke out onto my mucky face, "But, there are two conditions," he continued, my happy expression dropped as I waited for his next few words. "First, you have to do my transfiguration homework on the nights when I teach you, and secondly, you have got to find a way to get rid of Pansy for me;" my mouth dropped open involuntarily; he was letting me off that easily?
"What do you mean get rid of Pansy for you?" I inquired fearfully, staring up at the six foot four Slytherin in front of me.
"You know," he paused before adding, "No, you wouldn't know… well I want you to keep her away from me, she's too obsessive for my liking. I mean at first she was a good time but now…"
"Stop, I don't want to hear the details!" I shrieked, covering my ears and throwing more mud around the hall, doing that.
I glared at him, ears still covered, he looked very smug, he was almost laughing at me.
And that's something new?
Lowering my hands gradually, I was indeed met with the sound of his laughter.
"What!" I asked incredulously, still gawking at Malfoy.
"You actually think that I would do anything with that botox pumped, fake breasted little slut? That wouldn't be a challenge because half the guys in our year and the next have had her in their beds. God Granger you really are pathetic to think that!" he laughed again.
"Well, you could of! I mean you seemed close enough in Potions and at the Yule Ball…" my voice trailed off as I expressed my words with a swift sweep of my arm and a strained expression as I recalled what happened during our forth year.
"The point is that I never did anything with that shrimp Granger now do we have an agreement or shall I leave you alone to literally wallow in the mud?" Malfoy stated rudely, his voice hinted his arrogance and annoyance.
"Umm yes, Merlin this is weird… ahh…what umm time shall we, umm, meet for my lessons?" I stuttered, what will happen if he was just lying to me, tagging me along and then pushing me away?
My heart pumped rapidly in my chest, my head was spinning and I had lost my breath. Why was I this nervous?
"Let's see, not on Monday, I have Quidditch. Neither Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday nor Saturday, I'm obviously busy with… other things that I doubt that you would want to hear; judging of course just by your reaction beforehand." As Malfoy said this he smirked, because the crimson colour flushed my cheeks and ears, it could barely be seen, luckily.
"Then it should be on Friday and Sunday nights." I concluded thoughtfully, shuffling my feet for a moment or two.
"Fine, Friday and Sunday nights at ten o'clock, we'll meet in the Room of Requirement, knock thrice to let me know that it's you before you go in." Draco ordered me, turning to leave.
"Wait! We have to be in our respective houses before nine!" I exclaimed, making Malfoy halt suddenly.
"I thought you said you were sick of being spineless?" he replied, strolling gracefully away.
Oh crap I have to sneak to the fifth floor, after curfew… I can't borrow Harry's cloak because then I'll have to tell him and then Ron will have to know… Oh Merlin what am I going to do?
Obviously you'll have to tiptoe out without telling anybody or being caught!
… oh great… I'm breaking the school rules, again!
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