Title: How Hermione Granger Became Insane
Disclaimer: I don't own anything over $500.
Rating: M
Summary: "…the explanation of why I am in the Head's common room, backing Draco Malfoy up against a bookcase." DMHG
Chapter three: In which we display the morning after
'Bloody hell this is awkward.' Hermione thought.
It was breakfast time, Hemione sat between Ginny and Ron, Harry across them.
She managed to block out their voices.
She managed to swirl her fork around her plate so people from afar would probably just think she had trouble deciding what to eat with her eggs.
She managed to not lecture Ron about his un-finished homework.
So why couldn't she manage to stop glancing at Draco?
And why in Merlin's name couldn't he stop glancing at her back!
It was more of an 'I'm pretending to see past you, and at the person next to you.' glance. Or even the 'What? I'm not looking at you!' And occasionally it was the 'Something's in my eye, I think I should move it around.' type of glance.
But Hermione was just sick of it. She knew what it felt like when someone was looking at her. It was so unnerving!
But.
Of course, taken from last night's events, it was given that this would happen.
Why, oh why did she actually go on with it?
She just wanted to damn everything at the moment.
She wanted to damn Parvati, Lavander, and Ginny.
She wanted to damn herself for going through with the dare.
She wanted to damn Draco and his 'infected' eye.
And more importantly she wanted to damn that she had nine more tasks to go.
Scowling, she spared a glance towards ferret-boy himself.
Their eyes met for a second before they both simultaneously glanced away. A silent promise that the eye charade would stop.
...For that morning, at least.
'Look away, Draco, look away!'
He hated mudbloods more than anything at that moment.
No, he hated Granger more than anything at that moment.
He hated a lot of things at that moment, actually.
To start, he hated Goyle for drooling on his English muffin five minutes ago. Honestly, that boy is so disgusting. And it wasn't like he wasn't going to eat it! He was just waiting for the house-elf to bring some butter. Oh, he hated house-elves for taking too long, as well.
But anyways.
He hated her.
Granger. Mudblood. Bookworm. Bushy-haired beaver. McGonagall in the making.
Ugh.
'It's a shame she wasn't those things last night.'
His mind quickly averted to last night's events.
Sick, repulsive, rotten, mad... Almost too many adjectives to describe the night before.
In his mind he had even written a large list of words that could've described that night. Then, a word had invaded his thoughts. A word of so much power, so much emotion. Something a person Draco Malfoy could not feel in his right mind.
Love.
Nah, just kidding.
No, that word was Lust.
The way she smiled so seductively. The way she swayed her hips just right to compliment her figure. The way her hair seemed to frame her face so angelically, yet inside he knew she was not an angel at all. The way things got so blurry, yet so clear when her face was millimeters from his.
Just the whole... surreal-ness of it all.
If that was even a word to describe it.
It was just so...
"Drakie-poo!"
'Dammit.'
And all thoughts washed away as Pansy almost managed to asphyxiate him in her death-lock.
Grinning at Draco Malfoy's expression as Pansy smothered him with her manly chin and caterpillar eyebrows would almost be as pleasureful as if Lavender and Parvati told her she didn't have to go along with the remaining tasks.
Smiling gleefully, she looked down at her plate forgetting all her woes. Well, for the time being, at least. She managed to masticate some eggs and ham, while maintaining a conversation with her friends.
And yes! She eventually managed to give Ron a lecture about his homework.
It was sort of unnerving, actually. That she managed to relieve her thoughts from the night before, so easily.
Truthfully, the task wasn't hard. No, it was quite simple. It was brain and will power that mattered. She fought more against her mind than Malfoy. Which seemed to make things simpler. If she fought less with her mind, maybe completing the rest of the tasks wouldn't be so difficult.
But little did she know what her three fellow Gryffindors had in store for her...
After breakfast, the trio exited the Great Hall, books in hand, they walked towards their transfiguration class.
They conversed a bit.
Actually, Harry and Ron did most of the conversing. Hermione just nodded at them or replying back with an "Oh really?" or an "Is that so?" to act interested. In Hermione's world, Quidditch just wasn't on the top of her list of things she liked to talk about. Yep, it belonged towards the bottom, along with Draco Malfoy and awkward dares.
But yet, this was fan fiction and authors liked to torment their characters.
"So Hermione, what'd you do last night?" asked Harry.
She could've just as easily choke on the spit in her mouth and lie about the ground, shaking and pointing at her throbbing throat, but she figured it would be most unlady like. So she settled with a non-chalant shrug.
Unfortunately her attempt at a non-chalant shrug turned into something that resembled what someone would do if they tried to rub something off their shoulders and onto a wall. And let me tell you, it wasn't pretty.
"Uhh, Hermione..." Ron raised his eyebrow "Do your shoulders itch or something because it's moving about quite profusely."
"I-I'm fine... So what did you two do last night?" She said, trying to change the subject.
Ron and Harry shared a glance and Hermione could've sworn she saw Ron mouth something that looked like "I told you she's crazy." It's a good thing people didn't mess with crazy people because the supposed crazy person wouldn't know what to reply to a question like "What'd you do last night?"
Hermione sighed thankfully as they answered her question, saying they were playing wizard's chess. Suddenly the subject turned from wizard's chess, to playing tactics, to... Surprise, surprise! Quidditch! And that was where Hermione got lost.
Just in time, too. They entered the classroom, seats filling up as Prof. McGonagall got ready to lecture the class.
"Alright, students" the professor began in a clipped voice, "we'll be turning in our assignments from last week." As she passed through the students, collecting everyone's homework, a certain Slytherin slid slightly down his seat, glaring.
"Draco Malfoy," She gave him one of those 'something's wrong but I'll let you figure it out' looks. She sighed as he refused to answer her.
"Detention for a missed assignment." She said, shaking her head. "Out of anyone, I'd expect you to be one of the last people to not turn in their assignment." Glancing out of the corner of her eye she continued, "Even Weasley managed to turn his in."
Draco didn't know whether to laugh at the Weasel's pink and scrunched up face or to damn McGonagall for comparing him and Ron Weasley.
He pouted at the teacher. Most of the time females would love to have Draco Malfoy pout at them. Maybe Prof. McGonagall was a man because the pout had absolutely no effect on her.
After a sharp turn on her heels, the teacher 'hmph'ed and proceeded to the front of the class continuing the day's lesson.
'I'm losing my touch.' He thought, morbidly.
"Now, now. Today we'll be getting into study groups of three to prepare for tomorrow's exam. Get into groups with people you know you'll study with, and" she stopped to send a look towards Ron and Harry "not fool around with."
"You'll be studying for the rest of the class, go on." She finished with a wave of her hand.
Hermione sighed.
She absolutely positively abhorred getting into groups. She was always either partner-less and the teacher would announce to the whole class she had no partner and someone, most likely a certain Slytherin with pale skin and blonde-white hair, would laugh loudly and made rude remarks.
How he got to be Head Boy, she had yet to know.
Turning to her side she was about to partner with Harry and Ron but found them already having a third partner.
"Sorry 'Mione. Dean's going to work with us…" Ron said.
Dean Thomas nodded, "I think Parvati and Lavender said you were partnering with them."
Hermione shook her head, "I'm not-Ack!"
And as if to conclude who was working with whom, Lavender and Parvati both grabbed each of Hermione's arms and dragged her to their table. They plotted her down onto a chair and followed.
For a second there Hermione was dazed at how strong the two of them were! If they wanted to work with her so badly, they could've nicely asked…
"Hermione!" The two girls chorused.
The said girl groaned inwardly. "What?" sheasked harshly.
She was fed up with them enough as it was. I mean with the whole thing last night, and now her arms ached!
The two didn't manage to tell apart her harsh tone and continued the conversation as Lavender spoke. "We've got your next ta-ask!" She said it in such a sing-song way that Hermione wanted to puke.
"Shush! Remember, we're supposed to be studying!"
'Wow. I wonder if the rumor that I'm to be the next Prof. McGonagall will be true.'
Rolling her eyes, Lavender said, "C'mon! That old hag is nearly deaf anyways, besides… you'll want to know what your next task is." Parvati nodded in agreement, excitedly waiting to tell Hermione what her task was.
She made an annoyed sigh as she whispered harshly, "Alright, alright! But make it quick! I don't think I'll have enough time to study about underwater transfiguration at the rate we're going."
Laughing, Parvati said, "Alright so you've already managed to arouse Malfoy, even if it's just the teensiest bit, I can see it from the way he feels sort of jittery this morning, and did you see how he didn't turn in his essay?"
Nodding in agreement, Lavender continued by saying loud and flamboyantly, "Maybe you even gave him a boner!"
Maybe that was a little too loud and flamboyant because…
… the whole class was staring at the three of them as if they each grew extra heads.
'Just smile, Hermione. People won't question a smiling person.'
And so she did, with a slightly pink face she just smiled as Parvati and Lavender laughed nervously, telling them they heard 'nothing'. Even Professor McGonagall was a little surprised by the outburst but she didn't dare say a word. She didn't even take off house points! Yep, sexual-related outbursts were definitely one of her weak spots.
Draco Malfoy raised his eyebrow before turning away. He hated knowing things other people didn't, sometimes.
It was a good thing he sat almost all the way across the room that the three girls' suddenly quieter conversation was not heard.
"See! You see why I don't work with you two?" Hermione whispered darkly.
Lavender laughed half-heartedly, "Hey, things happen… Oh and speaking of things happening. Parvati?"
Parvati smiled wickedly, turning to Hermione.
"Now before I tell you your new next 'assignment' I'll just say they won't nearly be as drastic as the first task you did last night." Hermione sighed in relief at that but took it back just as it had come at Parvati's next words, "But that won't mean we're going easy on you… We're going to make these tasks gradual, you know, just so Malfoy won't die in shock," Parvati frowned, "It would be most unnerving if he did… all that gorgeous-ness…" she trailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and urged her to go on, eager to get on with the studying.
That's Hermione, for ya.
"Right, right. Anyways, what we want you to do is easy and simple."
Lavender interjected, "But don't think it'll save you the embarrassment and awkward situations later on."
Hermione was screaming, 'JUST TELL ME ALREADY!' in her mind.
Parvati nodded and said simply, "We want you to kiss Malfoy."
She could've hugged them. Really. She was so relieved that was all she had to do. Days earlier, if someone told her that she'd have to kiss Malfoy, she'd probably had laughed and/or thrown a book at them. But considering current events, it was a relief that was all she had to do.
She sighed thankfully at them, but noticed Parvati and Lavender exchanging looks.
"Umm… Hermione," Lavender started "Parvati's not done telling you yet…"
Confused, she pitifully asked "What?" and looked between both of them.
'What's going on? What are they not telling me? There can't be more to what they're asking me to do! There just can't!'
No way in hell was Parvati and Lavender going to ruin her chances of getting away with something small.
Nervously, Parvati said, "In addition to k-kissing Malfoy, you, err, h-have to do it while, uhh… Oh Lavender you just tell her!"
Scowling at Parvati's given up attempt; Lavender turned to Hermione and said in a small voice, "You need to kiss Malfoy with no top."
"…"
"…Hermione?"
"…"
"Hermione you okay?"
"…"
"You're looking awfully red…"
"…"
"…Almost like Weasley's, I think you should go down to Madame Pomfrey-"
"ARE YOU TWO BARKING MAD?"
If looks could kill, two girls with the names of Lavender and Parvati wouldn't exist at the moment.
"Hermione Granger! What is the meaning of this?" Prof. McGonagall demanded.
It seemed the whole of the class had returned their attention to her once again. Yes, even Malfoy. And unfortunately, her teacher as well.
Hermione could've died.
Well, she would've killed Lavender and Parvati first and then she would die.
Oh how the Godshated her!
Shaking her head, Hermione nervously answered her teacher, "I apologize, Professor. I was just, umm, well I-"
What could she say? What would she say? 'Oh sorry Professor, I was just yelling because Parvati and Lavender just told me I had to kiss my most hated enemy with no top on, but it's no problem! Yes, don't worry; I won't ever explode like that ever again.'
Umm, no.
She looked down and resigned, saying, "Sorry, professor."
Shaking her head, McGonagall said, "You Heads have done me enough for today. I expected better of you Miss Granger…" Sighing she continued, "I suppose I must" cringe on Hermione's part "give you a detention."
No!
"You can serve it tonight with Mr. Malfoy."
NO!
Before she could complain, the bell had rung. "Class, you are dismissed."
She stared open-mouthed. Even the biggest of flies could've just walked right in and Hermione would not close her mouth. It wasn't until Hermione realized she was drooling and it was quite un-necessary to be doing so, soshe clamped her mouth and viciously grabbed her books and followed a retreating Parvati and Lavender, the majority of the class leaving the room. Hermione walked beside them while heading to Potions.
"What exactly do you mean by kissing him without a top?" Hermione whispered hotly.
Giggling at Hermione's angered expression, Lavender replied, "Exactly what you think it means."
Parvati intercepted, "And you know Hermione, it'll be much easier trying to do it tonight whilst yours and Malfoy's detention." She said winking.
"You have got to be pissing me!" Hermione said harshly, clutching her books tighter.
Stepping away, in fear of being the object of Hermione's rage (it was well-known that Hermione's use of weapon was her books) they wore nervous looks.
"You said to me that you were going to go easy on me for this one!"
"Look, I'm sorry." Parvati said to Hermione, which didn't sound apologetic at all. "But you have to do it. Nothing's more gratifying than seeing Malfoy's face afterwards right? Besides, is it really that bad?"
"Yes, it's that bad! I won't be wearing a top for goodness sakes!" Hermione whispered the last part for no one but the three of them to hear.
Rolling her eyes, Lavender replied, "Please don't tell me it's all about your 'innocence.' You aren't that innocent, Hermione."
Glaring at her, Hermione countered, "Well at least I still have some!"
"Alright! Stop it, both of you." Parvati said strictly to both of them.
"But Parvati, you really can't expect me to do that! I mean, it's Malfoy! And-and it's me, kissing him without a top!" Hermione said, pleading.
Actually sounding a bit apologetic, Parvati frowned at her and at last said "Sorry" as they entered Snape's class, Snape ordering the class to 'Quiet down or I'll deduct 50 house points.'
Taking a seat between Harry and Ron, she shrunk down in her seat, glaring at Parvati and Lavender across the room. After her eyes began to get tired of Lavender's annoyingly bright orange earrings and Parvati's ugly bright red scrunchy, her eyes traveled across the room, stopping at one blonde-white haired Slytherin.
She almost pitied him.
Because tonight was not going to go well.
A/N:
How was it? Was it confusing with the intermixing of the POVs? Should I return to the Hermione's POV and then Draco's POV chapters? Or should I keep it like this?
I hope you aren't really too disappointed that the dares are going to start off small and then gradually become increasingly risqué! And I hope the current task at hand is to your liking. I must say, I absolutely adore all of your ideas! You all make me giggle when I read them! So keep 'em coming! So…
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