Author: Crescent-blader
Summary: All what he wanted to do was to outdo her and follow what his father told him. With Dumbledore's genius idea of a 'free month', it made the plan easier and made it all go well. But Its was not part of his plan to fall in love with such a pathetic muggle, least of all her. How will he be able to stop this? Will he be ale to survive, especially when sharing a room with her?
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I honestly admit that I do not own Hermione and Draco though I wish I do.
Warning:
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Chapter Seventeen
Stupidity and All
Draco thought about Hermione while pacing their room. He was pretty damn sure that he caught Hermione on his trap. She said it herself, that she liked it when he kissed her. That meant something, right? What he was to do next is to make her fall violently in love with him and make her lose her concentration when it comes to her studies. The rest was easy.
Funny thing was, Draco never really cared if he got lower marks than Granger. It was all his father's idea. Apparently, the older Malfoy can't accept the fact that a filthy girl, with no magical parents and no background about magic at all, had surpassed the intelligence of his only child who was a pureblood. He even hated it when that Golden boy of Dumbledore beat his son on Quidditch considering that the said boy had only known he's a wizard the first year of school. Disgraceful and shameful. Now, he can't let that mublood add more to their family's humiliation (though, no one really cared about their family). It was all pride.
Draco let himself collapse on his bed. For a while he felt dizzy, seeing faces of Hermione around his head. He let himself wander in Hermione's world, drifting on every memory he had about her. Then he stood up, shaking his head. 'This is crazy. I shouldn't be thinking about her. What the hell is happening to me. Ugh. Bugger!' He mumbled to himself. Then he went back to what he was doing earlier, pacing. He forced himself not to think about her, but tried to think about his next plan. (If he had any)
Seconds passed, Draco heard sounds outside the room. He struggled to get himself on the bed, and luckily, he knocked his right foot on the edge of the bed. He shouted silently in pain and finally he was able to get to his bed. He opened his bedside drawer and tried to find anything to hide his stupidity. He closed the drawer immediately and looked at the thing he got. 'What the-- a book! What's this?' Then he remembered Millicent lending it to him some time ago. He wanted to throw the book and find something else but it was too late. He saw the knob turning, and he quickly opened the book and hid his face.
"Hey."
Draco didn't even dared to look at the person who just entered. He knew who it was anyway. He hid his face even more. 'Shit!' Draco said mentally. 'Why does she have to show up now?'
"Uh, is that a muggle book?" Hermione asked.
'Arrgh. Caught. Of all the things that are inside that stupid drawer, why this? Why?' Draco tried to think of a reply, unfortunately, his mind wasn't working the right way. So instead of giving her a nice answer...
"You powers of observation astound me, but yeah, it is. Millicent lent it to me last year." Draco asnwered, still not looking at her. He knew he was being rude by not looking at her, but then again, if he did, he wasn't sure what might happen. He just can't risk it.
"And you haven't finished it yet?" Hermione asked again. Draco tried to be calmer. He can't stay in one room with this girl. He just can't. Knowing his own feelings for her drove him nuts. In the end, he decided to stop being nice to her so that she won't notice anything unusual in his behavior.
"Pointing out the obvious again? You see Granger, unlike you I don't waste entirely of my time reading books. I have quidditch practices and of course...women." Draco said
"Whatever, so what are you doing here anyway?"
"Why, am I not allowed to stay here when I want to?" Draco snapped, stopping from reading to look at the impatient-looking Hermione. 'Fuck! Why look at her now? This isn't working!'
"What I mean is, aren't you supposed to be with you friends and have fun where there's women all around you, rather that staying here all alone with a novel about family feuds?" Hermione said. The conversation ended with Hermione slamming the door of the room. Obviously, Draco's plan of being mean to her again worked at little.
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Hermione jogged down the stairs, feeling utterly irritated with Draco. She can't believe how he could be so nice and turn into a monstrous evil in an instant. This can't be happening, now he was being mean to her again. Her mind was troubled as she went to her two best friends. Should she tell them what just happened? What was she gonna tell them, that Malfoy just turned into a great fiend?
''Now, now... what am I thinking? This is just a small problem, right?" Hermione thought. "This i should solve myself. And If I tell them, they'll think that Draco is just playing me. The question is, what if he was really just playing me'
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"What happened?" Harry asked when he saw a furious looking Hermione.
"Nothing, let's just go." Hermione said and grabbed her two bestfriends with her. Harry and Ron looked at each other, both clueless of what happened.
Hermione, followed by Harry and Ron, entered The Three Broomsticks. The two gentlemen sat on a table near the door while Hermione went to the bar and ordered their drinks. There were a lot of people inside the pub which made Hermione's mood worse. Grabbing the three glasses, she walked straight to where her friends are, not bothering if she knocks someone out. When she reached the table, she put the glasses on the table hardly, spilling the butterbeer on the table.
"Hey, what's up?" Asked Harry, staring from the spilled beer to Hermione. "Yeah, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Ron added, a bit confused.
"Uh, don't mind me, just having a little headache, is all. Its just that there's a lot of people here, and the noise, it's killing me."
"Well, this is a pub. Anyway, if you're not feeling well, we can go if you want? We'll just do this next time." Harry asked. Ron nodded, though seemed a little disappointed.
"Are you kidding? We just got here, and Im suppose to treat you guys, remember? So stop worrying and let's just have fun, ok?" Hermione said, smiling weakly at her two best friends. The two just nodded and returned the smile.
It really didn't end up well. With a lot of awkward silence, uneasiness of Hermione, the growing number of people in the pub, not to mention the 'killer' noise, they finally decided to go. The two guys tried to know what's the real matter with Hermione but they failed, many times. They wondered if it has something to do with the blonde since she was just feeling fine before she went back to her room to get her purse. To know, they opened a topic about the Slytherin but Hermione pushed the topic away. In the end, they decided to let it go since it's not going anywhere.
Back in the castle, the two walked Hermione up to her room and left. Hermione, feeling utterly tired f thingking, went to be instantly. Draco opened the door of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He noticed that Hermione was sleeping already, her face showed frustration. He controlled himself from thinking any malicious thought and put on his clothes to sleep as well. Not wanting to wake the lady up, he tiptoed from where he is to his wardrobe. Unfortunately, he tripped on his own foot and a loud thud on the floor was created.
Hermione quickly opened her eyes and turned to look where the sound came from. She then saw Draco emerging from behind the bed and shouts of Hermione and Draco were heared outside the room... "Oh My God, my eyes! Good Lord, my eyes!" Draco jumped in shockness, that's when he noticed the towel on the floor. "Oh Shit!"
--TBC--