Get Mine, Get Yours
Chapter Three:
FLASHBACK:
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?" He eyed her pale creamy legs exposed from the uniform's skirt.
"Tonight." And Draco's lips crashed into Hermione's rather forcefully. And she felt her knees turn into jelly.
Instead of the slap he was expecting, she kissed back.
Draco smirked. He noted that she was rather inexperienced, but these couple of weeks would change that. She pushed his chest and walked a step backwards.
"We should stop. I don't want this to go so far, yet. Understand?" Hermione asked breathily. And once and for all she could agree that rumors were right about Malfoy. He was one hell of a kisser.
"Understood. Um. I should be leaving now." Draco replied awkwardly and rushed out of the room while Hermione leaned against a bookshelf. She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers and sighed. "What did I get myself into?" Hermione got up, brushed off her skirt and walked out the door rather dazed and confused.
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"Whoops. I'm sorry." Hermione looked into the eyes of the boy she bumped into as she picked up two of the rather heavy books she dropped.
She looked into the cold eyes of Blaise Zabini.
"Well…look at what we have here Draco. A filthy little mudblood." Blaise started and Hermione looked at Draco for a response.
And all she saw was him staring at her and opening his mouth. Immidiately he closed it back remembering the events of the previous night.
"Ugh. I don't have to deal with this bull this early in the morning!" Hermione picked up a book she was carrying from the ground and pushed the door into the potions classroom, bewildered by Malfoy's noncommittal answer.
"What is this nonsense! SIT! I don't want to hear one peep from any of you." Snape barked once again as he entered the noisy classroom.
Hermione quickly found an empty seat next to Harry and sat down quickly. She flashed a quick grin at him and he returned it.
"Now…" Snape drawled, "I understand the obstacles many of you must face for the project that I have assigned. So, with Madame Prince- Hogwarts Librarian, every Thursday evening from about 7 P.M., which I believe is after supper, through 10 P.M. she will restrict the library from any student who is under seventh year. It will be like this for a month, and afterwards I do believe you as mature young adults can handle the rest of the project on your own. Am I clear?"
The classroom was quiet.
"Am I clear!" Snape yelped once again. And the class woke up in attention at his screeching.
"Yes, Professor." The class replied groggily and monotonously. It was too early to be thinking about projects this early in the day and school year and always too early to be listening to Snape yelling and screeching orders like flies.
"Good. Now I'd like for you to pair up with your partner and organize plans on how you may finish your project as quickly as possible." And the class moved swiftly around.
"Morning Malfoy."
"Whatever."
"I have a question." Hermione asked politely.
Draco growled, "What is it now? Gosh must you truly know everything? It's too early in the morning to have a conversation with my least favorite person on earth."
"Why did you say nothing earlier? It was so...oh...out of character I must say? I mean you've always rivaled me with everything...and in response to your question, they don't call me a know it all for nothing right?"
"I don't rival you when it comes to kissing skills..." Hermione blushed and fiddled with her quill as he continued, "And I suggest we continue 'discussing' our project?"
"Oh I guess your right. It's too early to have an arguement with Mister Helmet Head." She knocked on Malfoy's hair.
"I do not have a Helmet Head!" He swatted her hand of his slicked back gelled hair.
"Ew. I have gel on my fingers Ferret Face. Ick!"
"Whatever mudblood. You're just jealous becuase my hair looks better than yours."
"Am not. Blonde is not in anymore for your information! Natural waves and brunette is in." She coughed an 'Ahem' to justify her point.
"As if your bush for hair is an excuse for natural waves!"
"I am going to pretend I did not hear that! Anyways. When is our next meeting in the library?"
Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Hm, so that's what they're called now...meetings in the library. Never thought you would be the type that would think that way. Kin-ky Granger, the library out of all places...but thats rather predictable isn't it? You know I'm just a door knock away from whatever tension you might be feeling. I understand all the pressure you're going through. Sexual frustration from being around two boys who just don't-"
Hermione interrupted, "A meeting to do Snape's project you git! Get your mind out of the gutter Malfoy!"
"I can't help it when I'm around you Granger." He elbowed her for emphasis.
"Ouch! That's my ribs you dolt! Anyways. I really don't understand why Dumbledore would want us to do a project with another house. Do you?" She rubbed her ribs to relive the pain of Malfoy's rather unusually pointed elbows.
"I always thought that old coot was out of his rocker. Honestly I think he should just check himself into St. Mungos."
"Dumbledore is not off his rocker! But I don't understand why he would do that. I mean Voldemort's dead."
"Don't you see Granger? It's to make Hogwarts look united. The rest of the world looks towards us for influence. We are the trend makers in the Wizarding world. Face it. Most purebloods joined High and Mighty Voldie's side to destroy mudbloods such as yourself right?"
"Right. Go on, I'm not sure where you're heading at..."
"But now those devoted followers such as my father are currently rotting their lives away in Azkaban. Hanging around pathetic excuses of witches and wizards called mudbloods make me seem like a changed and nice person. It makes me look like I'm a changed soul. A good boost for my image!"
"I am not a pathetic excuse for a-" The bell rang and interrupted Hermione.
"Ta ta my dear mudblood. See you at 6:45." Draco trotted away with his crownies, Crabbe and Goyle while Hermione just sighed and looked dismally to Transfiguration.
Malfoy was a strange puzzle she intended on figuring out.
After Quidditch practice Malfoy rushed upstairs to the Heads Dorms to make sure no one was in the bathroom. He sighed a sigh of relief and decided to take a shower.
He turned on the shower head and let the warm water rush to his sore muscles. A good 10 minutes later he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out the bathroom door.
Draco took a quick glance at the clock situated above his king sized four poster bed.
'6:10 PM.'
He grabbed black slacks and a crisp grey shirt and entered the bathroom once again to change.
He stared at his reflection admiring the good genes he recieved. He touched his hair and Granger's voice was the only thing he can hear ringing in his ears, "EW! I have gel on my fingers. ICK!"
And decided to let his hair free from gel this just once.
Fuck, since when did he allow Granger's voice to ring in his ears?
Angrily, Malfoy grabbed his wand, pointed to his hair and muttered a simple drying spell.
He looked at his reflection once more. Although he wasn't used to his platinum hair barely touching his eye lashes, he decided for the change and walked out of the bathroom and took another quick glance at the clock.
'6:25 PM'
Malfoy walked quickly out of the Head Dorms, unto some flights of stairs and into Madame Pince's library.
He opened the door and Granger's side profile caught his attention. Her full and delicate looking pout was gently biting the end of the quill she was holding with her hand. Her soft brown eyes quickly darting around the page of the book she was reading.
Hermione felt someone's gaze lying upon her. She turned around and found a boy with handsome features, grey eyes and blonde hair which softly fell into his eyelashes. Looking deeper she realized it was only one person.
Draco Malfoy.
The world was truly coming into an end when she found Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret goodlooking. She shuddered ever so slightly at this realization. Hermione hastily dropped her quill to the floor.
He caught her stare and pulled out a chair next to her.
She leaned over to pick up her quill and accidentaly touching Malfoy's hand, apparantly trying to pick up quill for her.
The touch was only explained by one word. Electric. The touch of his hand spread chills down her spine. Her brows furrowed in thought to why. She quickly decided not to.
"Ahem."
Hermione shook out of her thoughts and squinted at Malfoy, "Oh," She spat, "It's only you."
"Who did you think I was? The Boy-Who-Insisted-On Not Dying!" Draco snorted ever so slightly.
"Don't flatter yourself ferret."
"Don't ever question me mudblood."
" Will you shut up or are you cranky because your gel ran out!"
Draco ignored her question, "Granger, why are you here so early? Excited to see me aren't you? I knew the tension would get to you." He smirked at his comment while Hermione cocked an eyebrow at him.
"The question is Malfoy, what are you doing so early? Everyone knows I practically live in the library," Hermione took a glance at her watch, "You said you would meet me here at 6:45. It's only 6:35."
"Don't answer a question with a question you petty little mudblood."
"Denial I see. Maybe it's you who's getting all the tension...like you said earlier, 'Whenever the tension gets to you I'm always a door knock away-" Draco interrupted, "Believe whatever you want. Are we going to do research or not?" Draco yawned and stretched his arms out, "Because company with you is rather tedious and boring."
"Whatever." Hermione pushed her chair in and walked towards the nearest shelf and Malfoy followed. He paused at a shelf 6 feet away from her.
'Ugh. What an annoying little prat. Sometimes I just want to hex him into oblivion!' She thought while walking to a shelf. Being too confident and angry she tripped on a book and bumped into Malfoy for the second time today. He looked down at her startled. And decided to take his chance.
He shoved her against the shelf, looked her in the eye and captured her lips with his. His tongue begged for permission and she let him in. Making herself more comfortable she leaned in some more and cupped his face ever so lightly. Her other hand twirled a strand of his baby fine platinum hair. Draco noted on her playing with his hair and he continued the touching of tongues with even more passion and vigor. She moaned a 'Draco' ever so slightly. Panting and shocked she moved away. Malfoy looked at her confused.
'Did she just call me Draco!' His brain was on overdrive with a thousand things to ask her.
"Did you call me...by my first name?"
"I don't know...I really should be going." She managed to mumble as she shoved Malfoy away, grabbed her bag on the table and hastily walked out of the library.
Draco sighed to himself.
Things have certainly got even more weird.
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Hermione ran up a couple of flights of stairs, mumbled the password to the mermaid and found herself in her room.
She walked towards her mirror and stared at her reflection in shock.
She looked like a total mess.
Her hair was dishelved, her face was flushed, lips swollen, one side of her skirt was shorter than the other, her tie was lopsided and to top it off her shirt was crumpled and unbuttoned enough that you could see the top of her bra.
She frowned at herself.
Hermione walked into her bathroom and brushed her teeth.
Tired and confused she decided to skip dinner and retire early into a deep dreamless sleep on her bed...
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After dinner Draco decided to go to his room and read a little bit more about the Verita Serum before he slept. While all his chummies we're probably clear with anything on their mind, all he had on his mind was their little scene in the library repeating over and over in his head.
The way she played with his hair. The way her soft lips seemed to tingle and burn against his. The way she moaned his name.
An all too shocking and foregin thing to process. Yet it felt right.
He nodded his head in disagreement and walked up the little flight of stairs that lead to his room. He noticed that Granger's door was halfway open. And decided to take a look in.
Hermione was breathing softly with her hair framing her face, her blanket sprawled across the floor. Hermione shivered slightly and Draco picked up the blanket and placed it on top of her.
He looked at her once again. She looked like an angel.
He shook his head.
'Granger' and 'Angel' did not belong in a sentence together. He walked out and closed her door quietly. Trying to convince himself that what was happening with him and the Head Girl didn't exist.
But it did and he liked it.
And only time will tell where this would go as Draco sighed to himself and opened the door to his room...
TBC...
A/N: I hope you guys liked it! If you did...review? Please? Or flame, whatever you like would make me oh so happy! Thanks!
-Gabrielle Hearts Revenge.