Author's Notes: Hellooo and thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews! Unfortunately I have bad news, which is if I can't get chapter 4 up next week then it will probably be delayed for a month. Yes, I'm going on holiday but I'll also be working so I won't have time to write fanfiction. Sniff... I'll do my best as usual but I can't promise anything.
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Hope you enjoy, it took me a while to write this chappie. It switches to Draco's point of view, near the end.
"Do I have to share dorms with Malfoy?" Hermione whined, looking up at her Head of House.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but there is no other way," McGonagall replied sternly. "Now remember what I told you, the Headmaster would like all four houses to get along this year and wishes to bridge the gap left open by the war. He hopes you two will get along and show the example to your classmates, so please behave and put some effort into it!"
Hermione wanted to cry. Put some effort into it? Didn't Dumbledore realise that he was asking her to get along with Draco sodding Malfoy!
"But, Professor Mc – "
"It is final Miss Granger. I shall see you both in class tomorrow. Good night!"
Bummer! McGonagall left the dorm, leaving Hermione alone with the ferret. Strangely enough, he hadn't spoken a word of complaint yet and instead looked around the dorm with a dazed expression. Hermione looked around the Head quarters and smiled. The Head common room was beautiful with big plush velvet crimson sofas, an impressive roaring fire and a large library against the left wall. The Head dorm had been decorated using colours from all four Hogwarts Houses, which made it quite lively and welcoming.
Cool! Hermione might actually like it here, after all. But then, Malfoy just had to open his mouth.
"Cheer up Granger!" he smirked, sitting himself elegantly on one of the sofas as if he owned the bloody place. "At least you get to share dorms with a hot guy whereas I have to look at your ugly face every bloody morning!"
Hermione felt her blood boil and probably had steam coming out of her ears, but she somehow restrained herself from slapping the arrogant sneer off Malfoy's face.
"Hot guy, my ass," she muttered, turning to open a side door. She preferred to explore the dorm rather than face his horrible comments. What she found, she did not expect.
"Holy shit!" she swore under her breath, looking at the bathroom before her. "It's huge!"
The room was completely built in white marble except for the bath, shower and basins, which were gold painted. The bathroom was so bright that it hurt Hermione's eyes a couple of seconds, until they settled upon the bath. It was the size of a small swimming pool and more than one person could fit in at once. What was Dumbledore thinking? It was like he was encouraging group sex or something…
"Not accustomed to luxury I see," a dry voice came up from behind her. "Well Granger, if you're ever in need of money, I could always make an exception for you and –"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence Malfoy!" she threatened him, pushing him aside. "You're such a sick bastard! And to think I'm gonna have to live with such a horny prick for the rest of the year!"
"Language Granger," he retorted, a smirk lingering on his lips. "I'm actually quite looking forward to this."
Hermione was shell-shocked. All she could think of was – Ewww!
"Well, I'm going to unpack!" she announced disgusted by the ferret's behaviour. She turned to the first bedroom she found and thanked her lucky stars that she'd found the right one. She just couldn't deal being next to him for another second. She entered the brightly Gryffindor coloured bedroom which was quite large. Hermione maliciously noticed that she had a double bed this year along with a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a desk. The room also had two large French windows, which led to an outdoor balcony with a view over the Quidditch pitch. Nice, real nice, except for the colours. Red and gold again... it wasn't very fitting for a girl. With a flick of her wand, Hermione quickly changed the walls and curtains to a pale yellow and magically summoned posters and photos from her trunk to decorate the room. She looked around at the result. Perfect! Now all she needed was a bit of music while she continued to unpack. Retrieving her stereo, which had been charmed to function with magic without going berserk, Hermione played her favourite tunes. At the moment, it was a combination of the latest hits on the Muggle radio.
She was halfway through unpacking all her clothes when Malfoy, the sleazy git no less, barged into her room.
"What the hell is that?" he shouted over the music, pointing to the stereo.
Hermione looked at him wide-eyed before her chocolate eyes narrowed into slits.
"Can't you knock?" she retorted, her hands on her hips.
He quickly crossed his arms over his chest in some sort of defying stance.
Typical!
"I can hear your damn music even when I'm inside my room so turn it off!"
"No! This is my room, I can do what I want!" Hermione said, glaring back furiously.
"Stop acting like a baby and use a bloody Silencing Charm!" Malfoy added.
"Then kindly sod off!"
He left in an instant, slamming the door behind him. Ha! Look who was being childish now!
An hour later, Hermione was finally relaxing in a hot bubble bath – well swimming pool. Aahhh, it was the best! After scrubbing herself with soap, she closed her eyes and let herself drift off an instant, taking in the comforting silence all around her. However, she didn't notice Malfoy come in, nor did she hear him slip out of his clothes and climb into the bath opposite her.
Feeling the water shimmering next to her, Hermione opened her eyes dreamily only to find the grinning pervert opposite her!
"MALFOY!" she screamed, instinctively lowering herself under the bubbles. She could feel the anger rising once again. Damn it! Why did he always have to ruin everything?
"What's the matter Granger? Something wrong?" he answered innocently, swimming around the pool closer to her.
Pressing her fingers to her temples, Hermione took a deep breath. Draco sodding Malfoy was in HER bloody bath, of course something was wrong! But instead of shouting back, Hermione suddenly caught a glimpse of his creamy white torso emerging from the bubbly water. Ah ha! She had finally found out what the Slytherin Prince was hiding under his shirt and she liked it. Nice lean muscles…
No! Snap out of it Hermione!
"Please just get out of my bath Malfoy! I seriously want to relax and that's not going to work if you're around!" Hermione said desperately, hoping he would have a little sympathy for her, but obviously, he didn't. Instead, the arrogant prick sat next to her at the deepest end of the pool, smirking.
Typical!
"I can help you relax Granger," he drawled, caressing her leg with his hand in the water whilst his stormy gray eyes pierced through her own.
Oh sweet Lord, Malfoy was hitting on her and his touch was actually getting her aroused! Mentally kicking herself for letting him get so close to her, Hermione smirked in return.
"Looks like I'm not so ugly now, huh?" she said sarcastically, slapping his hand away underwater.
He merely shrugged. "No, I'm just horny."
Horny? Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his words. "And you thought you could shag me to satisfy your needs, Malfoy? Well dream on ferret! And in the meantime, I have a welcome back party to go to."
Shaking her head in disgust, Hermione swam to the other side, grabbed her wand, summoned a towel and quickly wrapped herself in it. She could feel intense gray eyes watching her every move as she stepped out of the bath.
Malfoy stayed put, a devilish smile on his lips. "So have I," he muttered as Hermione closed the door behind her.
In normal times, Hermione would never have gone to the Welcoming Party the Ravenclaws were throwing that night, but since she discovered that she liked loud music, drinking and basically having fun with her friends, she simply couldn't miss it. In normal times, Hermione would never have gone to the Welcoming Party, well because, no one would have invited her anyway. But since all her Gryffindor mates were going and Hermione was friends with Pavarti Patil, twin sister of Ravenclaw Padma Patil, she was invited. So basically, it would be fine. All her friends were going and she'd have a good laugh before school officially started. Maybe she'd even hook up with a cute guy. After all, that was the whole point of the Ravenclaw party and that was also why only sixth and seventh years were invited. No, Hogwarts wasn't some huge brothel or whatnot but it was a boarding school, which meant students spent much more time together, day and night!
So that's how Hermione ended up next to the drinks table with Ginny checking out the crowded Ravenclaw common room before her. It was approximately the same as the Gryffindors except everything was blue and bronze. The room had been decorated for the occasion with multicoloured light and in one corner, a stereo, playing Wizard and Muggle music, had been set up as well as a long table on one side with food and drinks. Cool, very cool, not exactly as big or as fun as a nightclub but at least the alcohol was free!
Smiling sweetly in return to yet another hot guy, Hermione poured herself a drink, vodka with orange juice. She continued to look around and couldn't help noticing the number of couples snogging on the many couches or dancing in one of the corners. She was surprised to see Terry Boot and Mandy Brocklehurst holding hands and then noticed Susan Bones snogging Ernie Macmillan on another couch. Wasn't he supposed to be gay?
Suddenly her eyes fell upon a pug-faced girl with bleached blond hair. Oh Christ! It was Parkinslut!
"Gin!" Hermione hissed loudly at her. "What on earth is Pansy doing here? Don't tell me the Slytherins were invited!"
Ginny also noticed the Slytherin girl and scowled. "I'm not sure but I hope the others don't turn up!"
They finally spotted the "Gryffindor corner" where all four boys, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean were sitting surrounded by girls and made their way over. Hermione instantly noticed the skinny sixth-year girl sitting in Ron's lap.
"Wow, I can't believe they made you Quidditch Captain!" she squealed, twirling her long auburn hair.
Hermione rolled her eyes in response. Ron was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Hey guys, having fun?" Ginny asked.
Of course they were! They were surrounded by a bunch of sixth-year airheads and they all had that devilish glint of their eyes. Perverts! Hermione sat down next to Dean whilst Ginny found a spot close to Harry.
"Hermione, you look great!" Ron exclaimed as he noticed her outfit. She was wearing light blue jeans, a short baby blue top, which showed off her pierced belly-button, and high-heeled shoes. She had picked her clothes carefully, hoping to get noticed and apparently it was working. Several guys had asked her to dance already but she turned them down. She didn't really like the music.
Of course, the bimbo didn't seem too happy with Ron's comment. "Do you like my top too, Ronnie?"
Twirl, twirl.
Hermione tried not to snort and instead turned to face Dean. He was busy downing shots of firewhiskey, along with Seamus.
"Hermione! What's up? Want a shot?" Dean offered, holding up a bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey. His breath reeked of alcohol and his dark eyes shined with drunkenness.
She sighed deeply. "Yeah, you might as well pour me one!"
"Cheers."
She downed her drink. Ugh! Damn, it was strong! She wasn't used to these wizard drinks but still she had another one. Twenty minutes later, Harry was whispering something in Ginny's ear, Ron was making out with the bimbo and Hermione was bored. Everyone seemed to be drunk except for her and it wasn't fun. Suddenly Seamus Finnegan, number two bastard on her list, sat closer to her and tried to catch her eye. Why was she not surprised? He tried to make an approach with some lousy joke but Hermione quickly got rid of him by asking him to get her a drink.
"Something strong!" she added, as he got up.
"Of course!" he replied, winking at her. He was such a player! How the hell did Ginny end up with him?
Lavender and Parvati then quickly joined the group and begged Hermione to dance. However, before she could answer, the common room door bolted open and the Slytherin gang entered, headed by the one and only arrogant prince– Malfoy.
Hermione groaned. Oh Lord, not him again!
"Sorry 'Mione, should have told you Padma had the hots for Malfoy and was likely to invite him," Lavender whispered to her, seeing the expression on her face.
Hermione scowled at her. Damn right she should have told her! Now Malfoy was surely going to ruin the party for her, not that it was terribly exciting at the moment. But, against all odds, Malfoy didn't see her among the crowd and headed to the opposite side of the room with Blaise.
Hmm, Blaise? He was wearing black trousers with a dark blue shirt and was looking good, as usual. He stopped at the drinks table and watched the crowded room intently, obviously looking for someone. Well, whoever it was, he was gonna find Hermione instead. Standing up, she made her way to him but bumped into Seamus on the way.
Oh bummer!
"I got you your drink!" he told her, handing her what tasted like a whiskey-coke.
"Thanks. I'll be right back," Hermione said, trying to push her way past him, but he quickly snaked an arm around her waist. Slimy git!
"Don't I get a kiss for getting you a drink?" he whispered closely in her ear.
Oh for goodness sake! Why did it always have to be her?
"I don't think so Seamus!" she told him harshly, untangling herself from his arm. She tried to move on, but he quickly caught her wrist instead.
"Come on, Hermione. I thought you had changed! I thought you wanted to have fun!"
Hermione nearly spat out her drink on him. Have fun? Of course, she wanted to have fun! But that didn't mean sleeping with an ass like him! Taking a deep breath before she exploded, she suddenly had an idea. Stepping closer to Seamus, Hermione put a hand on his arm, gave him her sexiest smile and whispered in his ear. "All right, but not here. Meet me at the prefects' bathroom down the corridor in ten minutes."
He smiled eerily back at her and left the common room hurriedly.
"Prick!" Hermione muttered under her breath. Did he really think she was that easy?
"I hope that insult wasn't meant for me," Blaise suddenly chuckled beside her.
"Hey!" she greeted him, giving him a quick hug. "I didn't know you were coming tonight!"
Okay, that was a blatant lie, but apparently she was the one he had been looking for! Hermione couldn't help but smile at the thought.
"How's it going?" he asked her grinning.
"Better now. First I had to deal with Malfoy and his male hormones all evening and now Seamus Finnegan is at it. He's the prick by the way."
Blaise laughed softly. "Yeah, well they're both players. However, I'd vouch for Draco more than –"
Hermione eyes went wide. "Malfoy? Are you kidding me? I know he's your friend, but if only you'd seen him earlier. He's so full of himself; I can't stand him! He's just such a – such a –"
"Sexy devil?" a cold voice drawled behind her.
Hermione froze. Oh not again! She was supposed to have fun tonight like every other girl, she was supposed to outrageously flirt with Blaise and every other hot guy at the party, not have to deal with the other creep at the party! Hermione spun around and came face to face with two stormy gray eyes.
"So Granger, what am I? You still haven't finished your sentence," Malfoy said bluntly, looking down at her with pure contempt. Hermione smirked in response, but failing to put Malfoy's trademark one to shame. However, she wasn't going to let him ruin her night.
"Well let's see, you're an arrogant ass, an insufferable dickhead, a slimy git," Hermione mocked him, counting off the insults on her hand. "An annoying prick – no wait better, an infuriating prick – and this could go on for hours so I suggest that you pick one."
By then, the room had become quieter as more and more students heard her words and watched amused. Hermione was suddenly proud of herself; she had managed to re-create the same humiliating situation as Malfoy had put her in last year, but yet she still wasn't quite satisfied…
Malfoy's glare was absolutely murderous but she couldn't care less, he deserved it.
"Ooh the Weasel's whore is becoming aggressive! What are you going to do now Granger? Slap me?" he retorted coldly, causing several gasps and whistles in the entertained crowd.
Damn right, you asshole!
Something had snapped inside of Hermione and an uncontrollable rage was radiating through her body. She wasn't a violent girl, but right then her hand itched to punch Malfoy. She bit her lip and clenched her fists before quickly realising that she was holding a drink in her hand.
An idea suddenly struck her.
"Umm Malfoy?" she whispered softly. "You've got something on your shirt."
He looked back surprised by her sudden calm composure and hesitantly looked down at his expensive black silk shirt. Hermione smirked. No one had obviously dared to pull that trick on him before.
"I don't think so," Malfoy remarked loudly, looking back up at her.
Without hesitation, Hermione poured her drink down his shirt. "Oops! Now there is!" she said dangerously before turning on her heels.
The crowd gasped once more and several Gryffindors even cheered as Hermione had successfully managed to cover Malfoy's shirt with sticky whiskey and coke.
(Draco's POV)
"I'm going to get her for this and I'm going to get her bad!" Draco hissed angrily at Blaise.
After the trick that Gryffindor bitch had pulled on him, Draco had to change shirt and wash himself in the fucking prefect's bathroom, strangely meeting Finnegan there and now he was sulking on a couch next to Blaise, planning his revenge. The Slytherin Prince was shooting daggers at Granger as she made out with some Ravenclaw git on the dance floor. Merlin, she was going to pay for what she did to him!
"Oh come on! I'm not surprised she got you back after what you said to her last year on the train!" Blaise argued, trying to calm him down.
That wasn't the same! Granger looked like shit back then and Draco made it his duty to point it out to her. "Blaise, stop being on her side! She's going to pay big time, trust me! She thinks she's superior to me but I'll show her. She thinks I'm so fucking disgusting but I'll prove her wrong! I don't know how yet, but one day she's gonna want me, I'm gonna make her want me and then she'll beg for me –"
Blaise sighed heavily beside him. "Draco, seriously just let it go already –"
"No, this is the part where it gets better!" he informed his friend, his silver eyes glinting dangerously. "I won't let her down, no that would be too easy. I'll shag her and then I'll dump her in public and make her suffer, make her feel abused and dirty!"
Blaise started to laugh. Bloody hell! After Draco had found his most machiavellic plan yet, his best friend was sodding laughing! Draco shot him a dark look.
"Oh come on," Blaise retorted, downing the rest of his drink. "That's ridiculous! Do you really think you can seduce Hermione?"
What the hell? Draco wasn't the Slytherin Prince for nothing! "Of course I can seduce Hermi - damn it Granger!"
"You mean, in this century?" Blaise teased him, stifling another laugh.
"Shut the fuck up!" Malfoy hissed at him, throwing a cushion in his head. "I bet you I can do it within two weeks time!"
"Two weeks, trust me you'll need a month at least, Hermione hates your guts!"
All right, he had a point, maybe a month was more reasonable. But in a month's time, Draco would show him. He would show them all that no one messes with a Malfoy.
"Fine, a month it is then," Draco stated, holding out his hand for Blaise to shake. However, he didn't shake it straight away. "How about, if you don't succeed in a month's time, then you won't hate me for asking a Gryffindor, namely Hermione out!"
Draco laughed at his words. "You want to go out with that trash, be my guess!"
"Hey, you're the one who thinks you'll have successfully seduced her by next month!" Blaise retorted.
Draco smirked in return. How could his best friend have so little faith in the Malfoy charm? "So do we have a deal?"
"Of course!" Blaise told him, downing his last shot of Firewhiskey.
Hehe, the bet is on! So what's Draco going to do to seduce Hermione? Any guesses? That last scene with the drink is from my personal experience! I just thought it fit well in the story.
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