A/N: Ohh my, not to sound like the review obsessed freak I am, but what the hell happened? Three reviews?? Ouch… that burns. Well whatever reviews give me motivation… no reviews, no story…
Too my whole three reviewers…
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Chapter 3- until the day I die
Hermione and Malfoy arrived late to dinner the next night, glaring at each other and setting off towards their own tables in a huff.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Ron asked, through a mouth full of mashed potatoes as Hermione threw herself in the chair beside him. Distracted by all the food falling from his mouth, Hermione wrinkled her nose in disgust, giving him a pointed look. Swallowing quickly, Ron grinned sheepishly. "Er- sorry 'bout that…"
"It's fine, Ron," Hermione replied stiffly.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" asked Harry, repeating Ron's previous question. Hermione sighed, shooting a dark look over at the Slytherin table.
"I can not live with that evil, annoying piece of- ugh! I walked into my room after lunch today to find him sitting on my bed reading my diaries! And when I yelled at him, he said it was because I drank all of his coffee! His coffee! I don't even like French vanilla!"
"You know how he takes his coffee?" Ron asked shocked.
"He's very lucky," said Harry, ignoring Ron's comment, "to be alive right now." Hermione sighed. Ron chuckled, his previous suspicions forgotten for the moment. They were cut off from further discussion, however, when Dumbledore rose from his seat, silencing the noisy hall.
"If the seventh year students would be so kind as to remain after dinner to discuss some upcoming events, I would be very much obliged." Dumbledore smiled down at the students. Hermione and Draco scowled, each knowing exactly what Dumbledore plans to discuss.
"I wonder what upcoming events they have planned for us," Ron voiced most of the students' thoughts. Harry nodded vigorously. Hermione merely rolled her eyes and continued to pick at her food.
"Well you won't have to wonder long now will you? Dinner is almost over…" Harry turned sharply as the younger students started to leave.
"Bye, Harry!" Ginny started to get up from the table rather reluctantly.
"Bye sweetie…" Harry replied, nuzzling his face in her hair and giving her a hug.
"For God's sake…" Hermione said under her breath, not exactly in the mood for Harry and Ginny's annoying PDA. "Bye, Ginny," she said rather forcefully, running a hand through her own unruly hair. Harry scowled at Hermione. Ron laughed gratefully. Silence fell over the Great Hall for a second time as the last of the younger students departed. Dumbledore finally stood, beaming down at them.
"A new program will be starting here at Hogwarts for all seventh years. After Voldemort's demise this last year, the ministry and I have decided the best way to prevent future acts of violence is to end prejudices against muggles and muggleborns. These discriminations must be stopped if peace is to remain in the wizarding world. Intolerance is unacceptable and will hopefully be ended with this new program. We hope to re-educate those who are less… acquainted with muggle life." Dumbledore's eyes swept over to the Slytherin table before he continued. "For three months you will be paired with another student from a different house and sent to live with a muggle family. While you are staying with your 'family' none of you are to reveal that you are witches and wizards, and no one will be able to bring their wand, although you can bring textbooks with the covers transfigured, of course, if your professors assign work. Family assignments shall be posted on the train to London. The train departs on the first of November, and you will all be expected to attend Muggle Studies until that point in time. If you have any questions or comments, my office is always open. Now, as I am sure you all have a horrid amount of work to do, you are dismissed. Off you trot!" Sending the students a jovial wink, Dumbledore stepped down from the teachers' table, making his way slowly from the Great Hall. As soon as Dumbledore exited the Hall an angry buzzing resounded. Ron looked agape, his eye's bulging slightly as he stared at the spot Dumbledore had previously stood. Harry looked faintly surprised.
"Is he mad?" Ron asked, astonished. "Putting a bunch of former- Death Eater Slytherins in a muggle home?"
"I think it's a brilliant idea." Hermione glared at Ron. "Surely once students start to spend time with muggles they will begin to understand and accept them." Harry chuckled dryly.
"As long as no one has to live with the Dursleys, that is." Ron snorted and Hermione started laughing uncontrollably.
"Honestly Harry," she laughed, her face turning a brilliant shade of pink. She was oblivious to the students around them who were sending the trio curious glances.
"God, get a room." Malfoy muttered, passing by their table. Now solemn, Hermione met his malicious eyes.
"Oh I'm sorry Malfoy, I forgot you don't know how to laugh. Maybe I'll teach you sometime."
"Like I need lessons from a Mudblood," Malfoy scoffed. Hermione rolled her eyes, exasperated.
"Shouldn't you be setting an example as Head Boy?" she hissed. Malfoy leered down at Hermione.
"And shouldn't you run off with Potty and Weasel and be 'Head' Girl?" Hermione turned beet red at the implication. Ron jumped up from his seat and Harry quickly turned his laughter into coughs.
"What did you say?" Ron tried to tower over Malfoy, which was proving difficult as they were about the same height. Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"Another time I suppose, Granger? Oh well… see you at patrol tonight." Malfoy winked and turned quickly to escape Hermione's wrath. There were several small objects surrounding her that Malfoy didn't want 'accidentally' thrown at his retreating back.
Draco wandered aimlessly near the trick stair staircase. After a quick discussion he and Hermione (or rather, just Hermione) had decided they would split up patrolling and meet after. Not that Draco was complaining. As fun as it would be to see how far he could push Granger without her snapping and hexing him, he was in no mood to deal with whining, annoying people. And he needed coffee. Bad. Really, really, really…
"Ten points from Gryffindor." Malfoy called out to two dark shapes jumping out from behind a statue. He didn't actually think they were from Gryffindor, but Gryffindors should still pay. He smiled evilly. "In fact, make it 20! 50! Detention with Snape…!"
"Mr. Malfoy!" Draco winced. It was that damn Gryffindor prude. I bet she's a virgin. Draco thought, shivering at the scary images appearing before him. I bet she's never even seen a naked man. She was even checking out Snape the other day! I'm sure of it. Then it must be true! She's a prudish bitch who has probably never indulged herself in a beautiful… cup… of coffee… coffee…
"Mr. Malfoy!" Draco was shaken from his rather disturbing thoughts at McGonagall's repeated high pitch screech.
"Yes…" He drawled. I wonder how old she is. 90? 90 years without even one piece of ass… oh god.
"Do you realize that you have taken 50 points from Gryffindor for two over enthusiastic hormonal teenagers, from your own house?" Draco glared at her. Of course he had realized that. Who else in this damn school would have the nerve to be out a good 3 hours past curfew?
"Um, it was dark… I thought it might have been Potter and Weasel having a go… so sorry… my mistake." McGonagall looked like she was about to burst. Whether it was from sex deprivation, images of Harry and Ron having a 'go', or Malfoy suggesting something unholy of the Gryffindor house, Draco will never know. The next thing he knew he found himself cowering against a wall as McGonagall screamed at him. And Draco Malfoy had never seen Professor McGonagall scream before. Yell, sure. Reprimand, of course. Be derogatory and prejudice against the greatest house in Hogwarts (Slytherin, of course)… absolutely. But never scream. Draco was beyond scared.
"…And further more, where is Miss Granger?" McGonagall concluded (as far as Draco could tell), her face bright red and her eyes bulging, making Draco twitch. It took Draco a few moments of blinking and steadying his breath before he could gather himself to process and answer McGonagall.
"I don't know," was his witty reply. McGonagall's eyes narrowed. Draco wondered how she would look cross-eyed.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" McGonagall's voice now reached a dangerous peak. Malfoy looked up and down the hall. Why wouldn't anyone take a stroll at… er… one in the morning and save him?
"I mean, I don't know her exact whereabouts at this point in time. You see, we thought we could patrol faster and er… more efficiently if we split up. And so she's around here. Somewhere…"
"Did Professor Dumbledore not tell you both that you are suppose to patrol together?"
"He might have mentioned it, yes. However it is rather late and we should get to-" Draco was cut off.
"Go find Miss Granger IMMEDIATELY and meet me in my office!" Draco blanched. Kinky… "Now!"
Hermione was extremely surprised to see Malfoy run up to her, his hair in disarray and breathing unevenly. She had been getting along quite nicely, almost falling asleep on her feet, but quite nicely…
"Kinky… sex deprived… evil woman… prude… screaming…" Draco could barely form sentences as he bent over, holding a stitch in his side. He had torn down the hall and had run around the length of Hogwarts searching for Hermione. It took Hermione several failed attempts of calming him down and directing him to a bench hang off a wall before she got the full story. Which was McGonagall wanted them to report to her office. Hermione was bewildered.
"Malfoy?" she probed tentatively. Malfoy was not showing any signs of response. Great. Hermione thought. He finally cracked. She started to shake him. "Malfoy! Malfoy! Draco Malfoy stop right now or I'm going to throw all the coffee in our room out the window! Or send it to all the poor deprived people in Africa or something…"
"All right already Granger! Damn, barely 4 days living with you and you already know my weakness…"
"I kind of figured it out after you pushed me onto the floor in your mad attempt to get to the coffee pot…" A dreamy expression had now come over Malfoy. Hermione decided it was time to stop.
"All right, let's go find McGonagall." Malfoy shuddered, but reluctantly followed Hermione down the hall.
Malfoy was practically gloating. He was so excited to see Granger try to deal with the old, kinky woman he was practically skipping down the hall. Hermione was watching him, now extremely worried about his mental state of health. The last thing she needed was to be around while Malfoy lost it.
"Malfoy…" she called, hastening her pace to catch up with him. "Why were you talking about sex-deprived screaming prudes when you found me?" Malfoy cackled. He actually cackled. Maybe I should bring him to Madame Pomfrey… Hermione thought.
"Oh, you just wait Granger. You will see… yes… you will see…" Hermione shrugged. Whatever was wrong with Malfoy could probably be cured with coffee. Hermione grabbed the sleeve of Malfoy's robe to switch their direction.
"Hey! Er… we're supposed to be going to McGonagall's! Ahh you're soiling my beautiful robes… damn…."
"Shut up already Malfoy!" Shouldn't this count as community service? She thought bitterly. Malfoy stopped struggling pathetically, and swaggered after Hermione. They walked down a stone corridor. Hermione glared at Malfoy, furious that she would now be revealing a Gryffindor secret to the evilest Slytherin. Rule #334 in the Rules for the Bravest of Heart: A Gryffindor's Handbook, stated that under no circumstances are you to reveal any Gryffindor secret to any person in any other house, especially to those under the house of Slytherin. Hermione shook her head in disgust. It seemed that Malfoy was already destroying her Gryffindor ethics…
"Where are we?" Malfoy growled, eyeing the portraits of random food with distaste. Hermione quickened her pace to a portrait of a fruit bowl. The sooner Malfoy was caffeinated, the sooner she could be rid of him.
"Here," she stopped short, tickling the pear quickly. Malfoy watched her with interest.
"Is this your private shag room? Because no offense, but I do have some standards…"
"Stuff it Malfoy," Hermione growled through gritted teeth. "Dobby!" she called, urgently. Malfoy's eyes widened as his gaze fell on the strangely clad house elf racing out from an adjacent room, tears spilling from his tennis ball eyes in happiness.
"Miss has come to visit Dobby! Has Miss brought her Harry Potter, Miss?" Malfoy snorted. It was just too much… his ex house elf was now a Harry Potter worshipper… and probably his sex slave or something…
"Malfoy, shut up." It was scary when she did that. Malfoy contemplated the possibilities of Hermione being able to read minds. He concluded that it was extremely probable. "Dobby could you please bring me a huge cup of coffee… French vanilla…"
"Absolutely Miss!" Dobby squeaked, terror splayed across his face as he realized Malfoy Jr. was in the same room as him. He sprinted out of the room. Malfoy observed, with faint amusement. Until he felt Hermione's hand hit his cheek. Hard. Again! Damn it!
"What did you do to him?" Hermione screeched. Malfoy winced. He had a problem with people who couldn't stop themselves from screeching. Ignoring Hermione, Malfoy sat on one of the undersize stools left out for the house elves. Hermione, still seething, sat beside him. Dobby re-entered and hastily set the coffee on a tray before Hermione, running out of the kitchen squealing apologies over his shoulder. Malfoy took a sip. Coffee… damn I LOVE Granger! He thought, rather alarmingly as he downed the cup.
"What did you do to Dobby?" Hermione repeated the question after Malfoy finished licking the sides of the mug.
"Hm? Oh, Dobby…" Malfoy continued searching for the last traces of coffee. He was in quite a considerably good mood by now, and was planning on being ever so gracious to Hermione. After all, there was a first time for everything…
"Yes! Dobby!" Hermione was seething.
"Oh I don't know… guess he got whacked around a bit… wouldn't know, he just cleaned my room while I was out. His entire problem was that we didn't pay him. Strange, strange house elf. Good thing Lucius got rid of him. I picked up a nice little house elf at a quite reasonable price in France… hasn't given my mother any problems at all..." Hermione couldn't compose herself for minutes. Malfoy watched her, calmly sipping on his second cup of coffee that a different house elf had placed before him moments before. Hermione was sputtering on about 'sped' or something of the sort. Malfoy smiled at her frazzled hair, pink cheeks, and angry eyes. All because of me… he thought, smugly.
"Have you listened to a word I've said, Malfoy?"
"Absolutely not."
"Fine let's go," Hermione sighed.
Bidding goodbye to the house elves, Hermione led the way to the outside corridor. From there Malfoy took over. Relieved he was not shaking compulsively anymore, he led Hermione to McGonagall's office, dreading the idea of McGonagall attempting to rape him once she had him in her evil, old, crusty clutch.
"You want to tell me now why you were talking about kinky prudes… hey isn't that an oxymoron?" Hermione questioned herself. Must restrain… gave me coffee… nice Mudblood… pretty Mudblood… must… not… be… mean! Draco battled himself again. Hermione sighed at the look of concentration on his face, finally deciding to just give it up.
"Where have you two been? How long does it take to get to my office?" McGonagall scolded. Her hair was in disarray, and Hermione noticed that her left hand was shaking. Malfoy reluctantly entered the office behind Hermione, making sure the door was partially open.
"That's my fault, Professor," he said, surprising everyone in the room, including himself. "I had a… medical problem that Granger here helped me with." Malfoy smiled happily at his brilliance. Now he was out of the Mudblood's debt.
"What did you want to discuss with us, Professor?" Hermione broke the silence.
"Right," McGonagall shuffled some papers and, after re-adjusting her glasses, sent Hermione and Draco a disapproving glare. "You were both well aware that you were suppose to patrol together. This is extremely serious, especially with the upcoming trip and Dumbledore's attempt to unite the school. Having a Gryffindor and Slytherin as Head Students means you must set an example for the rest of the school, or else this whole trip will be going to waste. Therefore, you will both be expected to serve detention for disobeying explicit instructions, together, and have all of your patrols together. If this does not work, Professor Dumbledore will be forced to pick new Head Students. Do I make myself clear?" Each mumbling under their breaths, Hermione and Draco raced out of the office. Not quite sure what to do, they headed off to their dorms silently.
"What McGonagall needs is a good shag," Hermione snapped out suddenly. Malfoy's face broke out into a wide grin.
"I think I'm having a bad influence on you." Malfoy observed happily. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You're parents must be so proud."
"Oh they would be… corrupting today's youth. I love it." Malfoy winked at Hermione. Disgusted, Hermione snapped the password to the portrait and slammed it closed before Malfoy could scramble through. With a jolt, Malfoy realized that that was the second time he had winked at Granger that day. "Maybe I am insane," he wondered aloud.
"My vote is yes." Malfoy glared up at the portrait who dared to intrude upon his private thinking-out-loud time.
"Hogwarts: A History!" he snapped. Vaguely he wished that every day could be as evil as this day had been. It brought quite a bit of entertainment to a dull life at Hogwarts.
A/N: Well, I must say, I think this chapter is my favorite so far. Could just be because I channeled my own coffee addiction to Draco but whatever. I figure you don't really know anything about Draco from the book except that he hates Harry and is rich, therefore I don't feel he's OOC. Well, let me know what you think! I'm outta school today, so maybe if you REVIEW I'll update… if not… I may just fall into depression and not be able to update for months.
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