The Very Next Day

Harry opened his eyes, but saw darkness, where was he.

"I'm blind. BLIND! HELP ME!" he yelled. He heard the laughter of Ron and Pansy. "Help me you fuckwits!" he yelled. He felt something rip across his face and saw natural light. "Ow, light"

"Rise and shine, darling," said Ron holding silver tape. "What's it like to be blind?"

"Oh ha ha, real mature," he said and slammed his face back on the pillow of the couch, but looked up and gaped at what he saw; Ron and Pansy were co-operating? Lingerie was thrown everywhere, portraits were shaking their heads and there, on the opposite side of the room on the lounge was his best friend asleep on Blaise Zambini's chest.

"HERMIONE!" he shouted.

"Fuck off," she moaned and turned her head to face the other way and found the surface she was sleeping on quite uncomfortable, yes weird. She looked up, blinked and saw the face of her worst enemy's best friend, asleep but smiling.

"Ugh!" she yelled and fell on the floor.

"Oh, baby don't" said Blaise opening his eyes. He looked up and saw scratch marks on his chest and looked on the floor to see Hermione finding her feet. He smiled, "Why good morning Hermione. Have a nice sleep?"

"I wouldn't, know…Blaise I was high and drunk and unconscious, therefore anything I did last night did not mean a thing," she slurred before she screwed up her face and ran for the bathroom."

"She wants me," said Blaise.

"Yeah, you wish," said Harry, "What's the time?"

"Wait on I'll check," Ron slurred reaching for his pocket watch. After frowning at it he gave up. "Oh you check it," he slurred again and threw it at Harry's head.

"Oww, fuck!" he yelled before rubbing his head while picking up the watch. "Holy fucking Jesus on a stick! It's 12:30!" he yelled

Everyone looked at him with a bored face while Hermione stumbled out of the bathroom holding a toothbrush with toothpaste around her mouth and leant over the rain and screamed "WHAT!" She then hurried back into her room and was out dressed in her robes with her hair neatly tied back and holding her books and rushing out of the room.

"Wow," said Harry blinking and lay back on the couch, "Ron, tell Dumbledore I'm sick and can't attend classes?"

"Hell no, man. I'm not going to classes," he replied.

"So no one except for Hermione, the Ravenclaw losers and the guy with the funny accent is going?"

"Who?" a German voice rang out.

"Oh he's here. So Hans…why are you sick?"

"Oo, I just felt like smokking a fiew bongs today and dat, so ya," he replied.

"Uh, right, you're a druggie?" asked Pansy

"Meh," he replied, "You vant vun?" he asked offering Pansy one.

"Dude where were you lat night," asked Blaise.

"I passed out from my foot long joint at like 6 last night," he replied.

"You slept for 16 hours?"

"Vell, I like, woke up at 7 and dat Belinda Davis chick was like blowing me so I sat back and I fell asleep ven I was finished."

"Oh," said Harry, "Cool."

"And like an hour ago I saw dat Cho chick and dat Malfoy dude like coming out of a closet, ya," he continued.

"Oh, it looks like Harry lost his chance," Ron chuckled.

"Shut up you loser. Do you know how many girls I've done since breaking up with her?" Harry retorted.

"Oh yeah like 9," said Ron.

"Oh and what about you, Ron?"

"Shut up," Ron frowned.

"Where did they go?" asked Pansy.

"Somesing bout getting to class I don't know I'm kinda stoned now," Hans replied.

"It sounds a lot like Malfoy to do anything that moves, but going to class?" Pansy added.

"Meh," said Harry falling asleep.

"Let's go through Hermione's stuff," said Blaise.

"No we shouldn't," said Ron.

"God, Ron, she doesn't like you in that way, just go for it," said Pansy following Blaise to Hermione's room.

"Harry, stop them," said Ron.

"Oh, no, I think I'll share a joint with Hans, go do something normal for once," said Harry rolling a joint.

Ron sighed and followed the two Slytherins upstairs to see them going through her underwear drawer.

"Ooh, you like this, Blaise?" asked Pansy holding up a black lacy thong.

"Aw, why couldn't she wear that yesterday?" Blaise chuckled.

Ron started looking through her drawer and found a diary. He stared at it briefly and quickly shut the drawer.

"What's that you got there, Weasel?" asked Pansy.

"Oh-er, nothing," he replied.

"Ooh a diary, read something," said Pansy taking the book and opening it up to it's most recent entry.

12th September

Oh, god, I don't believe it. I have to share a dorm with all these people. At least I've got Ron and Harry. But Malfoy and Pug Pansy, who is no longer a pug. Alas, my feelings for Harry still remain the same as they have since fourth year. I love him, and I have now faced facts. This year shall be the year I've decided. It's either now or never.

"Gee, I would've thought nerd face would write a bit more," said Blaise.

"Probably had too much homework to do," Pansy laughed.

"She…She loves Harry," said Ron collapsing.

"Gee, Ron, are you okay?" asked Pansy, who actually looked worried, judging by the fact he looked like he was going to puke.

"You know what you should do, Ron? Get layed," said Blaise, "Like this one time last year I did this Hufflepuff slut who like went at it as soon as I grabbed her ass. But she was good, I have to say and, Ron?"

Hermione didn't realise what a difference her friends made in her school day. She had potions first up and sat at the back alone. She was miserable. A whole two hours with Snape would be hell for anyone in Gryffindor. Just before the door closed and the bell rang, a rather dishevelled Malfoy stumbled through the door. All the seats were taken, except for the one next to Hermione. He smirked and approached her, "Hello, Granger, you alone today?"

"Yes, Malfoy," she sighed, not looking up from the book she was reading.

"And the only seat left happens to be next to you," he said.

"I think you'll find a comfortable place on the floor," she replied.

"Sit, everyone," Snape said from his desk.

Snape gave them an instruction to make a hair removal spell that was only meant to work on legs, arms and stomach for a seven day period.

Hermione sighed at the thought of working with Malfoy for the whole lesson.

After combining the mixture she had to stir it for 10 minutes while Malfoy watched her every move.

"So…have fun with Blaise last night," he smirked.

"Have fun with Cho last night?" she retorted. Malfoy's smirk turned into a frown. He studied Hermione's figure, her hair, her complexion, her brown eyes and her lucious red lips. Had she just outsmarted him? The Slytherin prince? The guy every girl wants to have. He now realised what he wanted and it wasn't Pansy, he wanted to face his greatest challenge yet, to do the girl he had bullied all those years, the only girl to never lust after him. A challenge, he thought. This could be fun. He walked behind her and blew down her neck.

"Could you please stop, Malfoy? It's rather distracting," she said without looking up from the mixture.

"Oh, sorry, I was mesmerized by your beauty," he smirked.

"It's nearly finished, you don't have to do this for long," she said.

"Do what?" he asked.

"Try your corny pick-up lines in order to piss me off," she replied.

"Who said I was trying to piss you off?" he whispered in her ear. I sent shivers down her spine.

"Finished," she said interrupting him

"Very good, Granger," sighed Snape, "I suppose you can try it."

Hermione drank the potion and waited 30 seconds and saw every single hair on her hands and legs had disappeared, but then she felt the weirdest feeling between her legs. The potion had removed more than it was supposed to.

Malfoy saw this reaction and guessed that more hair was removed than planned, and he smirked.

The bell rang and Hermione forwarded out with everyone. "What have you got now, Hermione," said a voice next to her sounding like Malfoy.

"Muggle studies," she replied, "Wait, what did you just call me?"

"Hermione, I'm pretty sure that's your name," he smiled.

"Oh..k," she said puzzled.

"Can I walk you to your class?" he asked.

"Sure, I'll just pretend you aren't there," she answered dropping her books, "Oh crap!" She got on her knees and gathered up her books and paper. Malfoy bent down and helped her, but then he touched her hands. They looked at each other in the eyes. Hermione blushed. She was against a wall now. Malfoy stood directly in front of her. There was no escape. His body, toned from workouts, his hair spilling over his mysterious grey eyes. His body was pressing against hers now. She hated him, but she wanted to kiss him. His lips met hers and he slid his tongue in and she let him. They were there for five minutes, until she pulled away and gathered her books. Malfoy still walked her to her class, even though they were both silent.

He kissed her on the cheek goodbye and she walked into her class. She sat down and started dreaming. She was aching for that moment to happen again, how good she felt until she realised, this was Malfoy she was dreaming about. The Slytherin, the boy who had repeatedly called her a Mudblood, the boy who had made her life hell. He only wants me for sex, I have changed I know, he think he can win me. Me? Then she thought, Malfoy always wins, he knows he always wins. Maybe not anymore. She had thought of a revenge plan. She smiled evil like and continued her work

A/N I hope you like it.