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What You Said is True
Draco had woken up early so he could look over his monitoring hours with Hermione, and was in the Great Hall eating breakfast by 7 o'clock. He sat quietly at the Slytherin table eating his sausages and not taking to anyone. No one bothered him or questioned his activities. Professor Snape handed out all the schedules, and Draco noticed he had Arithmancy first. With a sigh, he got up and began walking over to the Great Hall doors. But a disturbance by the Gryffindor table caught his eye, and as Head Boy, he went to investigate.
Potter had apparently chucked the bread basket at Weasley, and Hermione was trying to stop them from cursing each other's heads off. Draco stepped in to take charge, as he knew very well that Hermione would not punish them, and they deserved to be punished.
"What's going on here?" he said loudly, presenting his authority.
"Go away ferret boy," Ron snarled.
Draco ignored him and said, "Let's see, fighting, disturbing the peace, magic outside of class…tut tut, that is not allowed. 20 points from Gryffindor," he said holding up his hand to the complaints that were bound to happen, "and don't make me take more. Potter you have detention for throwing something at Weasley. Tomorrow night in my quarters at 8'o clock, and if you are one minute late I will give a weeks worth of detentions. Let's go Granger; we have to make sure the first years get safely to their classes." Malfoy stood and smirked and then walked off, Hermione running to catch up.
He really could care less about the first years, but he didn't want to miss an opportunity to walk with Hermione. Her expression was quite hard to read, and if she was concerned about her friends at all, she didn't show it.
"Nice job back there, Mr. Head Boy," she said, sneering slightly.
Draco lowered his eyes into a menacing glance and said, "Well somebody has got to control troublemakers. They may be in your house, and be your best friends, but that is no reason to let them off!" he scolded.
"Well I was more concerned in trying to get them to stop trying to kill each other, I wasn't paying attention to; what was it you said? Oh yeah, "disturbing the peace," she said dramatically. She giggled a little and then blushed when Draco gave her a look that easily told her to shut up.
They walked silently through the hallways for several minutes before reaching the Arithmancy classroom. They were about 15 minutes early, and Hermione pulled out her book and began reading, leaning against the stone wall.
"Granger, is that all you do? Whenever I see you, you're reading a book."
"I like to read, do you have a problem with that?"
"Of course not, I read myself. But not all the time. You didn't even want to come swimming last night," he said coolly.
"I'm not going swimming in a bathtub with you. I don't trust you," she said defensively.
"I'm not going to make a move on you," he shot back. Not yet, he told himself.
At that time, Professor Vector came and ushered Draco and Hermione inside, telling them that they may be seated. As usual, Draco sat in the back of the room, in the farthest seat from the door, and began pulling out needed class materials. He noticed Hermione sat in the front and already had rapt attention to the teacher, who was shuffling papers on his desk. And what do you know, her hand was already in the air; class hadn't started, and she already had a question.
"Yes, Ms. Granger?"
"Where is the rest of the class sir?" she asked politely.
"You two are the only ones with high enough exam scores to be in this class any longer. The others have decided to drop this class. So, I presume we will begin. Let's see, chapter 17, page 457, if you will. Thank you!" he said, and class began.
Draco took the notes off the board very quickly and began to let his mind wander freely. All he could think about was Hermione lately, and frankly it was scaring him. He didn't know why he was being mean to her; he really liked her. Yet, he didn't know how he could like a muggleborn know-it-all. The thoughts still surprised him.
The sound of a chair screeching caught his attention. He looked up to see Hermione walk out the door, and quickly began gathering his materials and stuffing them in his bed. He walked swiftly to the door and knocked into someone at the door. He saw that it was none other than Hermione, waiting for him.
"Watch where you're going Malfoy!" she gasped, regaining her balance.
"Sorry, don't flip out. I have Charms next, I guess I'll see you later, if you're lucky," he said and strolled off. He heard hurried footsteps behind and a panting Hermione caught up with him.
"We have all the same classes, you git," she said coolly. He laughed and quickened his pace, and having longer legs than her, got ahead of her. She came running after him, and smacked him playfully on the arm.
"Do you seriously want to be seen with me? Potty and the Weasel may have another spaz attack!" he joked. Hermione, however, did not think this was funny at all. She hit him harder, on the head this time.
"Oh stop it! That wasn't funny!" she squealed.
"No, not really, but you're cute when you're mad, did you know that?" he said slyly. Hermione simply chose to ignore this statement and walked into the Charms classroom, seating herself as far away from Draco as possible. Draco thought this was funny, and knew his plan was working. She was now embarrassed when he complimented her, which was a sure sign that she had noticed him.
Professor Flitwick took the roll call and began class. It was very boring work; Draco found that it was easier to talk to someone than actually try the charms they were learning. He already knew this one, and decided to instead try to engage Blaise in conversation. Unfortunately, he was caught. He was sent over to Hermione's table, and Harry was moved to his spot. Not so bad after all, he thought.
He was twirling his wand between his fingers when he heard a frustrated sigh coming from Hermione. He looked over to her, and her head was in her hands.
"What's wrong with you, mud-muggleborn know-it-all?" he sneered. He had almost called her a mudblood, which would have been bad. He couldn't ruin this great opportunity.
"I can't get this spell!" she said exasperated. She tried again, and failed miserably. Draco huffed and grabbed her hand to help her. It was a tense moment, and finally realizing what he did, he recovered.
"You move you're hand like this," he said, showing her the correct way, "not like that! You looked like you were trying to poke someone's eye out Granger," he said laughing.
"Yeah, I was aiming for your eye actually," she joked, and doubled up in silent giggles. Draco just scowled and said, "Well next time you need help, I'll try, but I don't know what I'll be able to do with one eye." Hermione burst into giggles again.
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"Will you keep it down? It sounds like you're entertaining a dozen people down there!" Draco yelled from the top of his staircase. Hermione had been making a lot of noise, and he wondered why.
"I am entertaining a dozen people Malfoy!" she screamed back, and he heard giggles. He walked down the stone steps and saw a group of giggling girls in a circle.
"I didn't say you could have a party Granger. I said you could have the common room to yourself, because I had more pressing things to attend to," he snarled.
"And I don't remember when you were the boss around here, Malfoy. You can join us if you like." The girls around her broke into giggles. He scowled at them.
"No thank you, I was going for a swim. Anyone like to come swimming?" he asked. He knew no one would come, they were all Gryffindors, and he seriously doubted any of them liked him.
He did not wait for a reply, rather just turned around and stalked back upstairs. He changed into his swimming trunks, and filled the large bathtub.
Draco swan dived into the pool and began swimming laps. He had been swimming all summer at the Manor to keep in shape for quidditch, and since there was no practice until next week, he decided to keep swimming to prepare. After a while, he heard footsteps in Hermione's room. All at once, the group of girls burst into the bathroom and there was a large intake of breath as they all looked around them. One girl said, "Wow!"
"I didn't actually want you to join me," he complained loudly. The group of girls paid no attention, and dove right into the pool. Hermione was last in, and made a big splash when she jumped in.
Draco just floated around while the girls splashed and chatted with each. Draco noticed Hermione was treading water in the middle of the pool, her eyes darting around. He swam over and poked her on the small of the back. She flailed around and finally saw Draco.
"What?" she said, sounding very annoyed.
"What are you looking for?" he asked.
"My necklace, it fell off. I always wear it, Harry gave it to me, and it's very special to me."
"I didn't know you and Harry were an "item"," he said. His heart dropped; she was already taken, by none other than Saint Potter.
"We're not, I just really like the necklace, that's all," she said, noticing his tone. His spirits soared as he regained the feeling of his heart thumping in his chest.
"I'll find it for you," he said, eagerly ready for a challenge. Just like catching the snitch, no problem. He dove underwater and looked for a gleam of gold or silver. He swam all over the pool over water, and darted under once and while to check. After about 5 minutes, he spotted a glint of gold 20 feet to his left, in a corner of the large tub. He dove under water and grabbed it in his hand.
Draco swam to the surface and waded over to where Hermione was standing in the shallow part of the "pool". He put the necklace into her hand and screeched with delight.
"Oh my god, Draco, thank you so much. I really needed this, I really love this necklace-"she began saying. She kept stringing sentences together, muttering her thanks over and over again.
"Granger, shut up, or I'll make you shut up," he demanded.
"How can I ever thank you, great thing you did-"but her words were cut short as Draco pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back to admire the effect. Hermione was panting and her eyes were wide open. The girls around them were all staring at Draco and Hermione.
"I told you if you didn't stop I would make you. You should take me more seriously sometimes," he said. He didn't understand what the big deal was, he didn't really kiss her. He only did it to make her shut up, right? Right?
"You kissed me!" she gasped finally, spluttering water out of her mouth.
"Good observation mudblood," he said. Then he stopped, realizing his mistake. Damn it, I have got to watch that, he reminded himself.
"How-how dare you!" she screeched. The girls took this as their cue to leave and they tip-toed back into Hermione's room. One of them shut the bathroom door.
"I'm sorry, that slipped! I didn't mean it, oh don't cry!" he tried to explain. But Hermione was already crying and making her way out of the pool.
"Hermione, really, I'm sorry!" he yelled. She stopped crying and looked at him.
"Why are you calling me Hermione?"
"That's your name," he said simply. He had blown his cover now; she would have to be really thick to not know now.
"If I didn't know better, I would think you liked me." Draco gulped. "But that's impossible. I'm going to get ready, we are monitoring the halls in 30 minutes, and you can have the shower now." She stalked out of the room, leaving Draco alone and very confused.
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Draco was terribly bored and also felt terrible. Hermione wouldn't talk to him, and had ignored him since they left. They had been monitoring the halls for almost an hour and they had at least another hour to go. Draco sighed and watched the minutes tick by on his watch.
After another uneventful hour, they turned back towards their common room. Stepping inside felt so good; it was warm in here and he could escape the silence that hung over the two.
"Malfoy," Hermione said, almost in a whisper.
"What?" he snapped.
"Nothing I-forget it. Goodnight."
"Hermione! Wait…" he said. She turned around, and he waited for a response. When none came, he began to say things that were on his mind. "Listen, I-I just wanted you to know that everything you said this afternoon, when we were swimming, was true. You read me like a book, Hermione."
Hermione stood there, taking it all in. She didn't say anything, but rather turned around and went upstairs. Draco didn't know how long he stood there; all he knew was that she probably hated him even more. After a long time, he turned around and went upstairs. He didn't change, but rather just lay down in his bed. Eventually, sleep overtook him, and his troubles drifted slowly away.
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