Chapter six: The Stake
On the way to Hogwarts…
"Line up everyone!" said McGonagall as she asked the student body to form a line inside the Hogwarts express.
"Welcome the head boy and the head girl of the year!" said McGonagall
When the two school heads came in, everybody gasped. Malfoy wasn't wearing the usual uniform, instead he was wearing a tight form-fitting shirt which showed his body and abs very well. He also had on sleek black immaculate pants and his face was perfectly chiseled and strong. His blond hair wasn't slicked back like his usual get-up; instead it was tousled, giving him a just-got-out-of-bed look. Hermione made an even greater transformation (using a little magic) and emerged from a bookworm-y type of girl into a radiant summer's glow. Her faultless face showed deep strength and will but the same pure and intelligent smile as ever. Her old auburn hair, which used to be cropped and stiff, now had beautiful honey colored highlights and was gently cascading down to the small of her back. Under her angled eyebrows lay bright brown eyes framed in thick long lashes. When she openly smiled at some Gryffindor boys, they seemed to blush and react in a way like never before. She had blossomed into a mature, beautiful lady. For a moment the two's eyes met and there was a spark of annoyance in Hermione's eyes, Draco's had a flicker of interest. Who was this girl? Being the playboy that he was he introduced himself.
"Hi. I'm Draco Malfoy and I believe you owe me an introduction, and seeing as you and I are the head boy and girl, we have to spend a lot of time with each other. I hope we get along real well," said Malfoy, with a wink and a sideway smile.
"Oh do you fancy me now Malfoy? Do you fancy a mudblood?"
Everyone froze as Malfoy weakly said, "Granger?" followed by a look of disbelief and then a coy smile to hide his surprise and regain his composure, "Did your parents run out of money funding your plastic surgery operations, mudblood?"
"For your information, it's all natural 100. At least I have a full head of hair, unlike you Baldy-Boy." Noticing Malfoy getting redder she added, "Yeah, I know ALL about your premature balding. Therapy must have cost thousands of galleons didn't it Malfoy?"
He bit his lip, not knowing what to say next.
Hermione smiled victoriously, "What Malfoy? Cat got your tongue? Didn't your dad's death eater handbook teach you how to wittingly respond to banter?"
"Don't talk about me like that! I am NOT my father." Said Malfoy getting redder and redder.
She knew that she had hit a nerve, and being the revengeful bitch that she is, said, "Like father like son, eh Malfoy?"
"shut up, Shut Up, SHUT UP!" shouted Malfoy. Everyone heard him, and wondered why Dumbledore ever chose him as head boy (read on guys!). Then he suddenly said, "Stupefy!" and Hermione just grinned because she saw it coming. She simply cocked her head (sounds like her parents doesn't it?) and the beam passed by, unaffecting her.
"Playing games so early in the year? Don't worry, I can take you." At that, she jumped close to Malfoy and made a matrix spin kick! Malfoy, astounded fell flat on his face.
Everybody was flabbergasted. Not so by seeing Malfoy down on the ground, but by seeing him down on the ground because of a girl.
Seeing that her opponent was down for the count, Hermione tried to let him save face. "Let's talk Malfoy." She pointed to the empty classroom across the hall.
Once in the room, they heard the sudden outburst of chatter from the great hall. Most of the students were betting that Hermione would leave Draco a sterile, bloody mess once she finishes him off in the privacy of those 4 walls. Actually, Hermione wanted to propose a deal.
"Why are we here?" Malfoy suspiciously asked. "Trying to run away from further humiliation?"
"Oh please, spare me the arrogance. If I wanted to get humiliated, you would never live to benefit from it you bastard. Malfoy, lets raise the stakes a little bit. If I lose, I will do," she flashed a seductive grin at him and Malfoy gulped and felt his blood rushing down there.
"Whatever you want. But if you lose, you'll be MY little bitch, ok? Deal?"
"What do you mean by 'lose' per say?" he asked nervously, interested.
"You have to hide one special personal item with Peeves as your witness. Then you have to convince him to tell you where the other hid theirs. Whoever gets it first wins and gets full bragging rights for a whole year."
"Alright. Bring it on bitch."