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-------CHAPTER THREE-------
A Kiss to Remember
"Why should I notice a foul, evil, loathsome little cockroach like you?" Hermione asked
"Granger, has it ever occurred to you that I may not be who you think I am?"
When the lunch bell rang, Harry and Ron sighed, falling onto the bench. Hermione sat down without the slightest trace of a sigh.
Harry eyed her confusedly; Ron also noticed the lack of Hermione's tiredness.
"Aren't you pissed off at Snape for putting you with Malfoy?" Harry finally asked. Ron choked on his steak and kidney pie.
"HE DID WHAT?" Ron demanded
"Oh, of course I'm bothered, it's just that we can't really change the fact that Snape's being his usual self," Hermione reassured them, "although, it is a little strange that he's being unfair to his precious Slytherins…"
"Who are you paired up with, then?" Ron asked Harry, returning to his food.
"Parkinson," Harry answered grudgingly. He stabbed at his dinner.
"Do you mean Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's lover-girl?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. Ron laughed. "I'd have thought that Snape would pair those two up!"
Hermione and Harry nodded in agreement.
Over on the Slytherin table, Draco Malfoy's temper was rising very quickly as Pansy clinged onto his arm while he was trying to eat.
"I mean, he's horrible, he isn't handsome like you Draco, and he doesn't even show respect for a lady! He's horrible!" Pansy had been talking about her problems for about half an hour.
"Will you shut up?" Draco asked angrily, shaking his arm from Pansy's grip. "I've had it with your problems and your life and Potter!"
Pansy stood up and stalked over to her group of Slytherin girls who were just as ugly as she was. Blaise started laughing.
"Oh man, I was waiting for that!" he laughed, tears forming in his eyes.
"There's no need to cry about it, Zabini," Draco sighed.
"Say, do you think that Granger's changed over the summer?" Blaise asked suddenly. Draco was caught off guard.
"Uh…in what way?" he asked, he tried to sound cool as usual, but his voice faltered. Blaise laughed.
"You know what I'm talking about, she's fucking hot!" Draco raised his eyebrows at his friend's comment.
"We've been friends for a long time Blaise, and I know that you have a very good taste in women…" Draco drawled, "But when you say that a mudblood is hot, it is time for me to kill you."
Blaise laughed harder at his friend and noticed his hand move to his wand. Blaise was too quick for him and grasped Draco's wand firmly.
"Now, we have no need to result to the unforgivables," Blaise told his friend.
"Oh, I wasn't going to use the unforgivables, I was going to make you laugh to death because you seem to enjoy laughing so much," Draco informed him. Blaise laughed again and began eating.
Draco ate too, but his eyes kept moving to the smartest witch in the whole of the seventh year sitting on the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to her two weary male friends.
Blaise noticed that Draco was watching Harry and Ron pretend to listen to Hermione's every word, but were, in truth, not taking in a single sound.
"They have no idea," Blaise sighed, "that they are sitting across from the hottest girl in the school and not even listening to her!"
Hermione said goodbye to Harry and Ron and went to take a shower. Draco walked out of the great hall just after she did. When they both got to their portrait, the young girl in the bridesmaid dress was gone.
Draco had not told Hermione that he was walking behind her, she hadn't noticed in her haste to take a cool, refreshing shower.
When Hermione noticed that the girl hat gone she decided to go and tell Dumbledore, when she turned around, she walked into the muscular build of Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, backing away.
"Going for a shower, you don't control the showers now, do you Granger?" Draco asked.
"Did it ever occur to you that the girl has gone?" Hermione asked him, coldly.
"Yeah, and then you walked into me," Draco answered. Hermione flushed. "She's there by the way."
Hermione looked to where Draco was pointing; there was a painting of a motherly looking woman who was cuddling the young girl who looked frightened.
"Hey, kid, what happened?" Draco demanded. Hermione kicked his ankle. Draco hopped on one foot in pain.
"You have to be nice!" Hermione hissed, "Ellabell, what happened to make you run out of your portrait?"
The girl looked at Hermione.
"Your room got set on fire, and Filch was in a bad mood so he was yelling at me," Ellabell replied.
"My room got set on fire?" Hermione gasped, she ran to the great hall. Draco knew that she was going to tell Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Soon enough, professors McGonagall and Dumbledore were striding toward the empty portrait of Ellabell. They entered it and saw Hermione's bedroom door open, they could see inside.
McGonagall patted Hermione sympathetically on the shoulder.
"I am very sorry to see this, Miss Granger, you are too important to share a room with the normal Gryffindor girls, so I must put you in the same room as Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore explained. The news hit Hermione like a ton of bricks. She stood there, staring at her bedroom door.
Professor McGonagall was surprised at this as well; she was staring at Dumbledore as though something big and scary had just jumped out at her.
When the two teachers walked out of the dormitory, professor McGonagall decided to tell the headmaster her thoughts.
"Albus, why put them together? They hate each other!" professor McGonagall asked. Dumbledore merely smiled at her.
"The prophesy has foretold that the end would be disastrous, unless the two enemies are joined in a true love that is forbidden by their blood," Dumbledore explained.
"How do you know that it is Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked.
"It also said: A male born of Slytherin and a female born of Gryffindor will unite in headship, their love is unknown but known by many…"
Once they know, the boy will suffer the curse
Only love can break the spell
The girl is the only one
Who can make him better and well
However, beware; there is one who seeks to destroy
The love that is found, a jealous one
Who will punish the chosen Malfoy
As Dumbledore repeated the exact same words to McGonagall, she watched in horror.
"So…someone will try to stop the two falling in love?" she asked. Dumbledore nodded silently, he could not think of any words to say, because it was the future and if the culprit was stopped and the incident didn't happen, then the curse wouldn't be inflicted on Draco and the dark lord would be upon them all.
Hermione glanced at Draco, he was laughing. She turned on him, growling with all her anger.
"What is there to laugh about?" she asked angrily, "my room has been burned down, I have to share a room with you, and you laugh?" Draco stopped laughing but still smirked.
Hermione was still fuming; she had a lot more to shout about.
"You, Mr. I Don't Care, you think that you're so great, but you're not! Since day one I--" she started but she was cut off…
Draco had grasped her shoulders and pulled her into a long kiss. Hermione was surprised and part of her was outraged at his sudden movement, but most of her enjoyed it. When he pulled away for air, he smirked again.
"Just shut up Granger," he told her and walked out of the dormitory. Hermione touched her lips with her hand. Draco Malfoy had just kissed her.
She had made a promise to herself not to tell anyone, well, maybe Ginny, but no one else! Especially not Ron or Harry, they would probably hex him to death if they found out he had pulled her into a kiss…but they would hate her if they knew that she enjoyed it.
Yes, Hermione knew that that…was a kiss to remember.
A/N I hope you all liked that chapter! I wanted to do something special for the end of it, so I decided to make this prophesy thing, I am really making all this up as I go along because I have no time to plan it! The sixth book comes out soon and I've got to finish this! Even though I've got exams I will write! Please review!