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Hello everybody, I'm back with chapter 4. I had a fantastic holiday and have been very busy with 'Here Without You', the sequel to 'the Dragon, the Lion and the Serpent'. Chapter 1 is finally up so promise me to check it out!
Enjoy!
Hermione woke up the next day in her large-sized bed. She had a throbbing headache and felt incredibly thirsty. Sitting up, she quickly downed the glass of water on her bedside table and groaned as memories of the previous night swarmed her mind.
Urgh! Major hangover! What exactly happened last night and who on earth was that guy she was kissing? She couldn't remember…
Some Ravenclaw was it? Oh yeah, Michael – Michael Corner - good kisser as well! With a big yawn, a glance at the alarm clock and -
Holy crap!
Hermione had forgotten to put her alarm clock on and now she only had five minutes to get dressed, grab her school stuff and run downstairs to her first lesson.
Oh no - it was Potions! Snape was going to kill her!
She could already picture him with his long greasy hair and sick pale face, grinning eerily at her whilst he deducted points from Gryffindor. She simply couldn't lose points on her first day back, McGonagall would kill her!
Rushing about to get dressed, Hermione finally grabbed her school bag, sprinted down the corridor and stairs, praying she would reach the dungeons in time. As she ran, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. Malfoy, that foul devil, hadn't bothered to wake her up! He could have knocked on her door or something but instead, it seemed he wanted her to get into trouble the first day back at school!
Well, she couldn't blame him. After all, she had thrown her drink at him last night. The memory suddenly made her smile again.
As she hurried down the last flight of stairs and saw that the Potions classroom door still open, she sighed heavily. Yay! She was ok, as long as the door was still open, she wouldn't get into trouble! But of course, Snape's ghastly pale hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the handle, ready to shut the door.
"I'm here!" Hermione cried out in relief, upon entering the classroom. Her words had caught everyone's attention, especially Snape's who seemed less than happy.
"You're late," he said, his black eyes looking disapprovingly at her creased uniform.
"Sorry, I didn't wake up in time –"
"Miss Granger, I couldn't care less if the scruffy orange furball you call a cat had died," he said annoyed.
Hermione was speechless. How rude!
"Ten points from Gryffindor."
WHAT! But she had arrived on time, hadn't she?
"Wait a minute," she retorted, surprising many of her classmates, especially Harry and Ron. Ok, so she had never really spoken up to her teachers but this time she was right and she wasn't going to keep quiet. "You hadn't even closed the door yet and –"
"What did you say?" Snape said quietly in disbelief. His black eyes betrayed his anger but Hermione wasn't about to let him take ten points away so unfairly.
And then, the bell rang. "You see," she told him with great satisfaction. "The bell just rang, so I can't be late!"
"Detention Miss Granger. Saturday morning," he said in return, striding back to his desk.
Hermione was furious. Damn that greasy overgrown bat! Didn't he listen to a word she just said? She had arrived on time!
"Are you kidding me?" she cried out furiously.
Snape turned again to face her, his lips twitching in rage. "No, I am perfectly serious!" he said, raising his voice. "Now I advise that you keep your mouth shut from now on unless you would like to serve detention with me every Saturday morning for the rest of the term!"
For the rest of the term! Hell, no! And so, Hermione obediently sat down in the only available seat, whilst everyone else watched her in awe. Unfortunately, as she turned to face her partner, she was horribly surprised to find the one and only, Malfoy. As soon as Snape turned his back to them, the bleached blond ferret leaned in towards her.
"Morning Granger," he greeted her slyly. "I hope you slept well. You seemed so peaceful when I left that I couldn't bring myself to wake you up."
Hermione's quill snapped in half at his words.
Just ignore him - pretend he isn't there - just ignore him and maybe he'll crawl under a rock and die! However, Hermione was concentrating so hard on ignoring Malfoy that she didn't hear Snape's question.
"Miss Granger!" he finally called out loudly, startling Hermione out of her thoughts.
"WHAT?" she snapped back causing Snape's tiny black eyes to widen and Malfoy to grin like an idiot.
"Can you tell me what this colourless and odourless potion is called?" he asked impatiently, showing her the potion brewing in his cauldron.
It was Veritaserum.
"No I can't." she said smoothly, trying his nerves. Bad idea! Several girls gasped at her words and everyone else seemed dumbstruck that Know-it-all Granger didn't have the answer. Hermione chuckled to herself as she realised how cheeky she had been, but then she noticed Snape's hands trembling in fury.
She gulped down nervously. Uh oh!
And that's how Hermione Granger received yet another detention with the slimy Potions master.
Hermione sat down next to Ginny at dinner.
"So, how was your day?" the redhead asked her knowingly.
Wench! She had had a horrible day and it was all her fault!
"Terrible," she answered, glaring back as she poured pumpkin juice in her cup. "I tried being less of an insufferable know-it-all as you said and ended up losing a total of 50 points from Gryffindor AND I have a total of three detentions to serve!"
"Who gave you the third one?"
"McGonagall," Hermione answered sternly, picking at the food in her plate. "Trust me, you don't want to know."
Sweet Merlin! McGonagall had been furious when she found out Hermione wouldn't answer a single question during the two-hour Transfiguration lesson that she ended up giving her a three-hour detention!
"So, how did it go with Michael last night?" Ginny whispered, changing the subject quickly.
Glare.
"Oh come on Hermione! Did you shag him?"
WHAT? Unfortunately, Hermione snorted her pumpkin juice at the same time, which caused her to cough incessantly for the next five minutes.
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "So I'm guessing that's a 'no' then?"
Breathe Hermione breathe. Remember, Ginny Weasley is your friend. It is not in your best interest to harm her.
"Oh come on Hermione, relax," she teased, patting her friend on the back. "I was only kidding! It seemed you had a good time last night."
"I've had the worst day ever because of your advice, so don't push it!" Hermione fumed, wiping the juice of her clothes. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Hermione resumed the gossip. She could never stay angry at Ginny for very long.
"Anyway," she began, turning to her friend. "I've been dying to ask you all day; what happened between you and Harry?"
Ginny tried to hide her large grin as she chewed her dinner, but it was useless. It was like she had a coat hanger stuck in her mouth. Subtlety just wasn't her thing! However, before Hermione could say anything else, Harry and Ron arrived for dinner and they weren't alone...
"Oh look Ronnie, isn't that your baby sister?" The sixth-year bimbo squealed in their ears, causing Harry to cringe and Ginny's grin to fade.
Oh sweet Lord, not her again! Wait a minute – did that mean Ron was dating her then? And sure enough, Hermione soon found out that sweet Ronniekins had asked 'Priscilla' out at the party; probably while he was feeling her up!
Half an hour later and after several attempts to get away from the lovebirds, Hermione arrived back at the Head dorms, ready to get started on her homework, which consisted mainly of reading.
She quickly got rid of her black cloak, loosened her tie, unbuttoned the top of her Oxford shirt and plopped herself comfortably on the large crimson sofa and opened up the large Transfiguration textbook. Finally some peace and quiet –
"Hey Granger."
At least until Malfoy showed up. Groaning, Hermione turned around to face her ferret roommate and blinked twice. Malfoy was wearing long dark green linen pants – only! His cream-coloured toned chest was totally exposed and Hermione couldn't help but stare.
"Nice outfit Malfoy," she commented, finally settling her eyes back on her book. "Go stand on a street corner and you could make some money."
"Haha, very funny Granger!" he retorted, his voice seething with sarcasm. Hermione looked up and saw Malfoy, who was now lying down on the carpet floor, suddenly break into a series of sit-ups.
Christ Almighty! She couldn't believe her eyes! Malfoy was actually working out and he was working out in the common room, right under her bloody eyes. God, talk about seeking attention!
"What the hell are you doing?" she jeered, putting her book down.
"I'm training," he answered her between two sit-ups. "Quidditch is starting again soon."
Hermione rolled her eyes. How utterly vain! At least he didn't seem angry anymore about last night's incident.
"And you can't train in your room because – ?" she asked amused.
"Not enough space."
What! Not enough space her ass! Their bedrooms were nearly as big as the common room itself! No it was obvious that Malfoy wanted to show off his body and for half a second, Hermione was actually glad he had, but then again, she had homework.
"Stop being stupid Malfoy and go 'train' in your room," she told him firmly as she opened up her book again.
He stopped and looked up at her smirking. "Why?"
Christ, why did he always have to be so selfish? "Because I can't concentrate if you're around me damn it!" Hermione snapped at him but then realised what she had just admitted.
Oh no! But it was too late! A devilish glint had already passed through Malfoy's silver eyes and Hermione swallowed nervously.
"And why exactly can't you concentrate Granger?" he asked her silkily, standing up. "Does my presence make you uncomfortable?"
"You cocky bastard!" she cried out, glaring back. Seriously, Malfoy walking around half-naked did not automatically turn her on - far from it! Ok, so maybe she was a little weak in the knees, especially now that he had closed the gap between them and his toned six-pack was showing so nicely as well as his biceps and…
No, enough of that! It was Malfoy and if she couldn't control herself around the Slytherin git then she would simply have to take drastic measures. Grabbing her book, Hermione did the only thing she could think of – leave.
"I'll be in my room," she muttered, as she pushed her way past him.
"Not so fast," Malfoy told her, grasping her shoulder, forcing her to face him again. "There's no need to lie Granger, I know I'm making you uncomfortable," he drawled.
Damn it! How does he know?
"Sod off Malfoy!" Hermione said in a bored tone, although excitement was bubbling inside. For goodness sake, why was her body responding to him like this and why couldn't she keep her eyes off his chest? Hermione tried taking a step back but Malfoy took one step forward.
"What's the matter Granger," he whispered in her ear. "Are you scared of what you might really want?"
And then Hermione's back hit the common room wall - she was trapped! Uh oh! But the worst was that Malfoy was totally right. On one hand, she wanted to smack the smirk of his face and on the other, she couldn't wait to get a taste of his lips, his body -
Oh this was ridiculous, what was Malfoy playing at? Is this what he really wanted after they'd spent six years hating each other?
"What part of the phrase 'sod off' do you not understand?" she said faintly, holding the book closer to her chest.
"No, I think you want this as much as I do," he stated softly, taking the book out of her hands.
Hermione's jaw dropped to the ground. Bloody hell! Did Malfoy just admit that he wanted her?
Ditching the book, Malfoy closed the gap between them and Hermione could fell his breath upon her face. He smelt of - cologne, was it? She wasn't sure but she certainly liked it and the proximity was driving her nuts. He wasn't sweaty yet from the short work out and Hermione's eyes were literally glued to his rippling torso, but then they looked back up into Malfoy's eyes and she felt hypnotised by their beauty. The usually dark gray eyes had become two fiery pools of silver. Hermione didn't know how long they were staring into each other's eyes but it was finally starting to turn her on and when Malfoy's toned body pressed against hers and she was suddenly craving for more.
He brushed his lips past hers and Hermione finally came back to her senses. This was Draco Malfoy in front of her, the Slytherin Prince, King of prats and to sum it all up - a wanker. He would rather turn gay than fall in love with a Gryffindor and Harry Potter's best friend, especially after what Hermione had done to him at the party. No, this was all probably another one of his mind games, some kind of evil prank and whatever the ferret had planned, Hermione wouldn't fall so easily into the palm of his hand.
"Malfoy!"
"Call me Draco," he breathed out before his warm lips suddenly covered her own and kissed her.
Who the hell did he think – umm – wow, this guy knew how to kiss! Passion coursed through Hermione's body as she gave in to him. Parting her lips slightly, he quickly slid his tongue in and soon after, she was moaning in pleasure. God, he was really good – but wait a minute, this was Malfoy! This was the guy who said she looked like trash and would always be trash! Why the hell was she kissing him then? Hadn't she spent all summer thinking up ways of getting revenge?
Huh? Revenge… And then an idea finally hit her and Hermione knew exactly what she had to do.
Sweet Merlin, why hadn't she thought of it before? Breaking the kiss, she smiled innocently back at Malfoy.
"Wow, Mal – Draco, I never knew you felt this way about me!" she said, faking her enthusiasm.
He looked down at her a bit confused but soon smiled eagerly back at her. Hermione chuckled to herself at his stupidity. Two can play that game, Malfoy!
And she was going to get him first!
"I'm sorry, but I really have to go. McGonagall's expecting me, but I'll definitely be back later – for more," she teased him, flipping her long curly hair over her shoulder causing Malfoy to lick his lips in return. Hermione had seen the popular girls do that in the teenage movies when flirting and had always wanted to try it out some time and apparently it seemed to work. Dashing out of the common room, she cried out in joy and ran all the way to the Gryffindor tower and practically pounced on Ginny in the girls' dormitories.
Fortunately, everyone else was out.
"Ginny!" she cried out, startling the redhead. "I've got it, I finally got it! "
"Got what?" Ginny asked confused.
"My revenge plan!"
Well what do you think? The revenge plan will be explained in the next chapter, which will NOT take a month this time to update!
As so many of you have asked me, yes I did throw my drink in a guy's face once. He insulted me and instead of insulting him back, my vodka-orange went flying in his face instead. It was all very funny and we're actually good friends now!
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