Hermione smirked after reading the letter.
"So he does think I'm dangerous, does he?" said Hermione in a forced calm voice.
Hermione shook her head. This will have to wait till after classes.
Draco went to class following Zabini. Then that's when he remembered. Potions with Hermione. Ugh, what a great way to spend the morning.
Just then Hermione walked into the classroom, her head hung, the way it usually did when Hermione was late for a class.
Malfoy was rummaging in his backpack, too busy to notice the usual peep show Snape set up practically named "the The Torture of the Gryfindors".
"Oho," Malfoy heard Snape say. "So 'Little Miss Know It All' decided it was okay to show up late."
"Sorry Professor I -" started Hermione.
"Um, she was telling me about what kind of homework we had," said Malfoy boldly.
Everyone gasped and looked at Draco.
Even Hermione gasped.
Hermione went white with shock and stared at Draco.
Draco was usually really pale, so you couldn't usually tell if he got paler.
"Well, I thought since she always knows it all, she could tell me what Potion's homework we had," said Malfoy casually, running a hand through his white blond hair.
Hermione exhaled breath.
Snape looked very displeased. He looked as if he was forced to eat a flobberworm.
"Very well Draco. Five points from Miss Granger then," said Snape smoothly.
Hermione decided not to push her luck and sat next to Ron.
Ron looked displeased also.
"You mean to tell me you helped that scum?" said Ron indignantly.
"No Ron, he just backed me up. We had a little chat in the hallway," hissed Hermione.
"What kind of little chat?" said Ron suspiciously.
"Nothing," said Hermione hastily.
"He was asking you out?" said Ron, a little too loudly.
Snape smirked.
"Well if Weasly here is so intent on speaking about his social life, be so kind to share with the rest of the class," sneered Snape.
Ron went red with anger.
"Parkinson, switch seats with Granger, here," said Snape spitefully.
Parkinson looked as if she shared a bowl of flobberworms with Snape.
"But Professor," started Pansy.
"No buts Miss Parkinson. Be as so kind to not hold up the class," said Snape kindly.
Parkinson glared at Hermione.
"I hate you," said Parkinson in a voice that she tried so very hard to sound menacing.
"Me too," said Hermione thoughtfully.
Hermione finally looked at who Parkinson sat next to.
Hermione gasped.
Snape smirked.
"Tut, tut, Miss Granger, I would think you wouldn't have a problem with the young man that helped you out of a spot of trouble," said Snape, in a tone that matched his hair.
Hermione and Draco scowled.
Hermione dumped her stuff rather rudely next to Draco.
"Great, now its next to the mudblood," grumbled Draco.
"I love you too," said Hermione sarcastically.
You would think that Draco knew what sarcasm was by now. He paled under his already pale skin and that was saying something.
"Relax, it was only a joke," said Hermione, looking at him with wide eyes.
Draco stared at her. "Good," he sneered after a while.
"...And you will partner up with the person next to you to make the "Intoxicating Inducing Potion," finished Snape lazily.
Hermione heard about that potion already. It made you drunk.
Malfoy looked knowing too.
"So hurry up. The ingredients," said Snape pointing at the chalkboard and making a recipe of some sort appear. "Are here. You may begin." Snape went back to his desk and began scribbling on a parchment furiously.
Draco glared at her.
"Well help!" he said hopelessly.
Hermione sighed and smiled. It was the first smile she ever gave Draco and Draco doubted if he ever got that smile from any girl.
It was then that Hermione stole his heart, although he didn't know it.
Hermione rushed out of the common room, in search for Professor McGonagall. She knew that question four was on the pre test too, but she just wanted to make sure.
Just then Hermione bumped into the man of the night.
"Oho Granger, what are you doing up this late?" said Malfoy, smirking.
Hermione just noticed what he was holding.
"Draco!" said Hermione, in a shocked voice.
"What?" said Malfoy innocently.
"You smoke?" said Hermione.
"Yeah, sometimes," Draco shoved it off as no big deal.
"But I thought Muggles only did that?" said Hermione curiously.
"Well yes, but I couldn't resist trying it and I buy it in London ever since," said Malfoy, taking a puff from his cigarette and narrowing his eyes as if he was lost in thought.
"Well what are you doing here anyway?" said Hermione curiously.
"I'm Head Boy too Granger," said Malfoy, pointing to his chest.
Hermione eyed him suspiciously. It was like being x-rayed.
"Okay okay, to get away from Parkinson," said Malfoy, rolling his eyes.
Dumbledore was taking a stroll through the hallway and spotted the two Heads chatting.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. So fate was never wrong.
"What are you two up to?" said Dumbledore, lowering his half moon glasses.
"Nothing I was just finishing this," said Draco hastily and smashing the ciggerette into an ashtray he conjured out of thin air.
"You smoke?" said Dumbledore curiously. "But that's a Muggle practice."
"Every one has their flaws," grumbled Malfoy.
"Indeed," said Dumbledore. "but before we go any further with this charming conversation, I must say to you that the time has come for you to see the future."
Hermione gasped.
Draco looked up in shock.
"What?" said Draco blankly.
"Yes. And if you would kindly follow me up to my office," said Dumbledore, strolling away as they followed closely behind them.
Hermione and Draco exchanged glances. Hermione could feel Draco's breath in her ear... it was losing her concentration.
Just then they got to the office.
"I will explain the procedure," started Dumbledore.
(A/n don't worry she will eventually mention the letter. I decided to make Draco smoke cuz he would probably look hot smoking anyway... ;-)
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