DEFINITELY MAYBE

Summary: Hermione Granger thought she had it all: brains, friends and a good future. She was perfectly happy and in control of her life. But she soon found 'in control' nonexistent when with Draco Malfoy. But 'happy'? Definitely Maybe.

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A/N: Here you have it, our very first fic. We promise to update soon if reviews are good. (:

Chapter 1

Hermione watched the mangled and distorted piece of chicken being chomped and grinded in Ron's mouth with disgusted curiosity.

"Ron, seriously, how can you eat…like that?" asked Hermione incredulously.

"Wghathewer Herrmoonee," he replied in between mouthfuls with spittle flying out of his mouth. Hermione wiped the spittle off her face with her napkin before glaring at Ron disapprovingly.

"You are so childish, Ronald!" she reprimanded him mockingly. Harry smiled at the scene. He knew Ron and Hermione had always made a cute couple.

"Come on guys, we have Potions in five minutes with the Slytherins. Greasy old Snape is sure to dock points from us if we don't hurry," laughed Harry as he stood up. His two best friends followed him out of the Great Hall still arguing over Ron's atrocious dinning manners.

"You should take small bites instead of such large ones. And close your mouth when you chew, it's absolutely revolting!" Chided Hermione as she walked beside an offended Ron.

"Yes, Mudblood. I agree with you wholeheartedly except that you should close your filthy mouth rather than rant on in that intolerable voice of yours," drawled a familiar voice. The trio spun around furiously, shooting daggers at their arch nemesis.

Draco Malfoy.

"Why you pompous ferret jerk. It's you who should be closing your slimy mouth for the whole of Hogwarts cannot stand another minute of your wimps and whines!" snapped Hermione irritably.

Malfoy glared at her, malice burning in his sliver grey eyes, his infamous smirk playing on his lips. "You think you can beat me, Granger? I suggest you reconsider." And with a swish of his cloak he walked past them towards the dungeons.

"Merlin's beard Hermione! That was a great shot!" exclaimed Ron with an admiring look on his freckled face. "Did you see that look on his face? It was priceless!" Harry grinned before giving Hermione a great pat on her back.

"Yes, thank you very much. Sorry to burst your bubble of happiness but we are going to be late for potions if we don't get there in…" Hermione checked her watch before continuing, "one minute and forty-seven seconds!" And with that said, they sprinted their way to the dungeon classrooms.

-

"Well well, what do we have here? But of course! The golden trio late for potions. How very amazing," Snape sneered sarcastically as he looked down at the panting Gryffindors. The Slytherins sniggered gleefully.

Hermione blushed a fiery red, an even competition for Ron's flaming hair. "Thirty points from Gryffindor and detention. See me after class," snapped Snape impatiently as the trio scrambled to their usual seats at the back of the class.

"Today, you shall be having a surprise test," he smirked evilly, reminding Hermione of the evil villains as shown always on muggle television. The class, well mostly the Gryffindors, groaned unanimously.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for not keeping their mouth shut during lessons!"

Immediately, the class went still and an awkward silence stretched across the room. "And…" With an oh-so dramatic pause, Snape continued in his cold voice, "I think a change of seats is in order." Surprised gasps and more groans filled the cold, cruel dungeon.

"He'll surely split us!" Ron whispered fiercely. "And probably make us sit with those disgusting, obnoxious Slytherins!" Harry muttered rebelliously.

Hermione had only one word in her vocabulary: BAD. The new sitting arrangements are going to be BAD. BAD! BAD! BAD! BAD!

"Goyle, Potter. Brown, Zabini. Weasley, Parkinso…"

"NOOOOOOOO!" Bellowed Ron so loudly that Hermione swore even the ground shook. Okay, maybe a little.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Screeched Parkinson at the same time, which sounded a lot like a dying ape. Huge cracks appeared on the windows.

"Weasley and Parkinson shut your traps!" Snape snapped impatiently, "Now as I was saying, Granger, you sit with Malfoy." And at this, an evil smile deliberately stretched across his ever-oily face.

"IMPOSSIBLE!" Hermione started lamely, too shocked to fish for a more intellectual word from her great river of vocabulary.

At this, Draco could not help but smirk his infamous smirk. Somehow, Granger had never ceased to amuse him, be it her actions or words. Deep down in his heart, he knew he had always considered her his equal, one with wits and spite in her that could match his.

Both Gryffindors and Slytherins muttered fiercely under their breaths as they stomped over to their newly assigned seats. Hermione dumped her almost-exploding book bag unto the seat next to Malfoy's and let out a heavy sigh. Boy, this was going to be a long, long lesson.

"Now that everyone is, SETTLED," Snape drawled on, glaring at Ron and Harry who were moaning and groaning, "Your task today is to brew Veritaserum, get to work at once and you are to do it on your own, without any assistance from any busybodies!" And at this, Hermione received a very suggestive sneer.

Draco smirked at the task they were assigned. Nothing was ever a problem for the Prince of Slytherin, needless to say, what more a simple Veritaserum brew… right?

After an hour of much groaning and sighing, most had almost completed their potions, with the exceptions of a few, we're sorry to say, failures in the art of potion-making. Draco stole a quick glance at his enemy beside him, who was still furiously stirring her potion to utter perfection.

He noticed how her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she adjusted the heat of the flame, and how a slight grin played on her lips at the perfection of her Veritaserum. Tucking a loose strand of frizzy brown hair behind her ear, she uncorked an empty flask before carefully pouring her potion into it.

Hermione felt a piercing glare coming from her side. Turning to her right, she met the blonde jackass's cold grey eyes staring intently at her. Blushing, she whispered demandingly, "What now, Malfoy?"

He smirked his trademark smirk, but this time with a tinge of amusement. How she wished she could wipe it off that arrogant git's face! Suddenly, she noticed that Malfoy's potion was bubbling furiously. Mimicking his smirk perfectly, she nodded towards his potion. Confusion etched on his face, he looked towards his potion.

Oh no.

BAM!

The class of shocked and bemused seventh years flicked their heads towards Malfoy's direction to see what the commotion was. There sat the Slytherin Prince, soaked in his very own Veritaserum, which had obviously gone very wrong.

-

Draco Malfoy had never been as embarrassed in his entire spoiled life of luxury as he was now. His pale faced burned with shame and anger, glaring fiercely at everyone around him, especially at a particular brunette, who was trying especially hard not to laugh. In an act of vanity, he gently patted his blonde hair to make sure it was not messed up. Unfortunately, and to his horror, it was.

Snape rushed up to them to find out who was what had gone wrong, in the hope of giving more detentions to a certain trio. But his hopes were smashed brutally when he saw his favourite student drenched in Veritaserum. With a flick of his wand, the mess was cleared. Sending the most apologetic look he could ever muster in his life (which was probably just a slight tiny twitch at the corners of his lips), he said softly, "Detention. Meet me after class." And with that he briskly walked away.

Draco had never ever in his seven years in Hogwarts, gotten a detention from the professor who had doted on him the most. This was absurd! Horrendous! How could anyone, I repeat, anyone, turn against a Malfoy!

Malfoy froze to his seat, his mouth opening wide and closing, eyes almost popping out of his sockets, the best imitation of a goldfish anyone had ever seen. Hermione took a mental snapshot of the poor loser before her. Never had she expected to live to see this day! It must have been a rude shock to that pathetic ferret's inflated ego head.

Alleluia! Rejoice for the Malfoy has been rejected by his own kind!

-

Draco slowly turned his face around to the silently giggling Mudblood beside him. Oh how tempted he was to wrap his fingers around that puny neck and give it a good squeeze! Not that it was a bad idea after all…

Muahahahaha…

"Class dismissed!"

Students quickly took off, desperate to get out of the cold dungeons.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger and Malfoy!" Snape called out harshly, although his tone softened (if it was any possible) with Malfoy's name, towards the departing pupils.

The four students shuffled their feet towards the front of the class, "eagerly" awaiting their detention.

"Pair up!" he snapped impatiently.

Ron quickly jumped over to Harry's side and said, "I'm with him!"

Hermione gasped. "No!" She will not pair with Malfoy! Never!

That stung for Draco, egoistic as ever. Girls would be dying to be in his presence, even more partner him!

Snape pretended not to notice and carried on, "Very well Potter, you and Weasley shall stay in the dungeons and scrub it clean without magic starting from 8 o'clock sharp. I'm expecting the ground to be spotless by midnight, you got me?"

"Good," Hermione thought to herself, "The dungeons should be rather safe, and there might even be opportunities to stick a mop down that ferret's throat…"

"Draco, you have an important task tonight. You are to go down into the Forbidden Forest with Granger to collect Unicorn tail hair to assist me in my potion brewing, since Potter and Weasley over there are but two goons who will probably end up in the stomach of a centaur if ever they even make it that close to one, which is highly impossible, due to their lack of brains."

Harry and Ron seethed with anger.

Hermione gasped. "But Sir, - the Forbidden Forest – with Malfoy – I – I can't! Impossible!"

"Yes you can, Granger, you are but the greatest know-it-all of our time, aren't you? Such a simple task will be of no problem to you!" Snape sneered in contempt, while the stupid blonde idiot sniggered away.

Her face turned livid with rage. Draco noticed that her bushy hair frizzed out even more. "Granger must be having a bad hair day (as always)," he thought to himself and smirked at his private joke.

"Meet together in the Great Hall before going to Professor Hagrid's hut. You're dismissed! Get out of my sight!" Snapped Snape with an impatient wave of his hand.

-

The Gryffindors quickly dashed out of the dungeons.

"Can you believe it! IMPOSSIBLE! That was so utterly embarrassing and infuriating!" Exclaimed Hermione, her hands making rude gestures (including one that involved a certain middle finger), which caught the attention of younger students, leaving their mouths agape.

'Cool down Hermio…"

"COOL! COOL? That was so shameless of you Ron! Partnering with Harry and abandoning me to pair with Malfoy! Now I have to prance around in the Forbidden Forest in the night with Malfoy! MALFOY!"

Ron turned a deep shade of purple and Harry suddenly seemed so interested in his shoelaces.

The trio made their way to their transfiguration class whilst Hermione ranting on about the horror that will bestow upon her that same night.

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