Get Mine, Get Yours

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2:

Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into the classroom. And soon after Snape followed.

"SIT!" Snape barked and everyone obeyed.

"Well, welcome to your first day of your last year here in jolly old Hogwarts. You are currently in Advance Potions. Any of you who believe you may not be able to handle the work I am going to put you into must leave right now." Snape stared at the group of Gryffindors and Slytherins before him. All was silent except for the soft whimper of Neville Longbottom.

"Good! To begin our new school year, I decided to make all of you do a project…in groups…which are from your opposite house. Which was a request of Dumbledore to enhance house unity. I expect a lot of effort (He eyed Ron and Ron looked down abashed) from a pair. I will explain the project more in detail later but as for now I will state your groups. When I say your name you will stand up next to your partner at the wall on my right. Am I clear?"

"Yes Professor." The class replied in melancholy. And Snape continued babbling on and Draco tuned the greasy poor excuse of a professor out.

"Any questions? Speak now or forever hold your peace." The class didn't budge at all, "Excellent. Let's start off with Potter and Bullstrode." Snape continued "-Weasley and Zabini…"

Snape went on and Hermione caught herself fidgeting. Her name wasn't called yet and her worst nightmare came to life.

"And finally our lovely Heads, Malfoy and Granger."

Hermione felt the need to rip out his platinum hair as she walked towards his smirking pointed face.

She wanted to puke.

"Your project is to find the origin of your favorite potion. No less than four feet of scroll." Snape said sternly and continued, "This project is due in a month. Don't act like such pathetic dolts, GO PLAN WITH YOUR PARTNERS…NOW! Time is not in your favor right now and neither am I."

'Hmmm, someone must've fell off their bed last night…' Hermione thought to herself and grinned.

"Mudblood wipe that stupid grin off your face." Hermione scowled as he continued, "Let's get over with this project. Go up into the library at 8pm sharp. Don't be late. If you come even 5 seconds late, it is over. Got that? Remember I'm timing your every little move."

Hermione was about to say something in retort to the mud blood comment but instead the bell rang for the next class and as she picked up her books and walked out the classroom when she heard Malfoy mutter to Zabini, "Granger is a sad excuse for a female. I seriously do not know how one can stand such a-" And that was enough for Hermione to run upstairs and into her room.

She whispered the password and pushed the door to her room open. She lied on her bed and felt her eyes tear.

So that's how the male population in Hogwarts felt about her. A sad excuse for a female.

Hermione wiped her eyes and stared at her reflection on her vanity table. Inside her brain the gears we're turning and she found an idea to prove Malfoy wrong…she was going to play his same game.

Proudly she walked out of her room and into the next class.

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Hermione woke up from a nap around 7:15pm and decided to get ready to meet Malfoy at the library. She already missed dinner so she had to sneak some food from the house elves.

Hermione decided to just wear her uniform and skip the long, black school robe. She walked into the bathroom and let her hair down. She washed her face and brushed her teeth. She looked at herself in the mirror. Good enough.

Then she opened her door and walked out the scroll door and into another door which was secret. The door into the house elves kitchen.

She heard a little jingle as she entered.

"OH! Hermione! Dobby is happy to see you here! What would Miss Hermione be happy to eat?" Dobby a blue house elf squeaked in his usual third person self and looked up at her with large eyes.

"Umm…I would like some baked ziti, a glass of water and a breath mint."

"Dobby will be back!" And Dobby hopped his way as Hermione pulled out a chair beside a small round table.

Two minutes later Dobby came back with a large platter of pasta, a pitcher and glass of cold water and a wrapped white mint on the top of his head. Hermione grinned.

"Oh thank you so much Dobby! You are the best!" Hermione hastily stuck her fork and ate till her hearts content. She was rather careful while eating because she didn't want to be criticized once again by Malfoy.

After she finished the baked ziti she poured herself a glass of water and sipped it.

She glanced at her watch which read 7:30 and decided it was best of her to leave. She didn't want an angry Malfoy to ruin her project. Hermione grabbed her mint and waved at Dobby as she ran outside into one of the many halls of Hogwarts.

She walked up a couple of flights of stairs and found herself at the door which said "Library." She once again glanced at her watch. 7:45.

'Heck,' she thought, 'I'll just go in and wait for him there.'

To her surprise Malfoy was already at a desk with his bag on top of it. He lifted an eyebrow at her.

"Never thought you'd be one to be early, Malfoy." Hermione said calmly as she pulled out the chair next to him.

"I never cease to surprise." And just as Hermione was getting comfortable into the wooden chair Draco Malfoy stood up. "Let's do our project on the Verita Serum. Is that fine mudblood?"

Hermione disregarded the mud blood comment, "Ah…the Verita Serum…most powerful truth potion. I like the idea. So let's go start and look for information." She almost ran to the books and remembered her plan. Instead of happily skipping she walked slowly and let Malfoy lead the way.

The made their way into a row of books. Malfoy was hastily flipping through some pages and Hermione decided to make her move.

"Draco…" She whispered into his ear and he froze, "Make me feel like a woman."

Draco dropped the book and walked backwards a few steps. "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not interested in your sick mind games."

"Who said I was going to play a sick game? What I am talking about…" Hermione started smoothly, "Is a physical relationship. It's a situation in which both of us can gain. You earn bragging rights to saying you shagged Head Girl bookworm Granger and see Harry and Ron's faces of disbelief. And I won't accuse you of lying. And as for me…I gain experience and I heard from many other girls that you are…rather experienced." Hermione smiled inwardly at her lie. She planned on making his life miserable.

"So…you are proposing a physical relationship!" Draco stared at her in disbelief.

"Yes. Exactly it. Except this relationship is commitment free."

"Are you sure about this! Or are your knickers twisted up your ass?"

"No. My knickers aren't twisted up my ass. I am positive about this. Do you accept my proposal?"

Draco thought for a moment of Saint Potter's and Weasel's freckled face grimacing in disbelief. And that was enough to make him agree. "Yes. I do accept your proposal. When do you wanna start?"

"Tonight. I guess but-" And Draco's lips crashed into Hermione's rather forcefully.

To Be Continued…

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