Hey everyone! I had posted this chapter earlier, however deleted it because I edited a few things. In the hpff, I'm dmhg4ever. I recently changed my name here from dracointoxicated to Anjelica A. In Mugglenet, I'm Anjelica. ) Just to clarify things.
Ok, at first it may seem cliche, right? But there is more to the story. Also, the relationship between our two loved characters will be slow... C'mon, it's Malfoy and Granger. Don't expect them to fancy each other in the next several chapters. Now ... read on!
Disclaimer: Nope, nothing. All the characters you know and love are the property of J.K. Rowling. I don't own magic either.
Chapter 1: Granger and Malfoy … What a Combination
Hermione Granger was renowned Head Girl of Hogwarts. And as Head Girl, getting ready for school very promptly was something she had to do each day of the year.
As she woke up early that Tuesday morning, she got prepared in a quick pace and was ready to leave. She begged Merlin that the Head Boy was set and ready to go for their classes, knowing that getting up at the right time is not his virtue.
As she opened the door of her very own bedroom in Hogwarts, her eyes laid upon a white-blonde Slytherin, who looked as if he had a shot of fire whisky. His hair was not even combed over and he was still in his robes, nowhere close to being ready for classes.
Draco Malfoy was named Head Boy of Hogwarts, very much to Hermione's surprise. And as Head Boy, things are much easier. Yes, he does have to get ready promptly and in time, and yes, he has duties like the Head Girl, but he couldn't care less. Hermione, the top student in the class, would do all the work that's needed to be done. Draco's the kind of student who likes to take credit from others and claim it his own.
"Malfoy, why are you still undressed?" Hermione asked gruffly as the Slytherin etched his infamous smirk on his lazy, half-asleep face. Only a shrug was seen from him as he walked his way into the lavatory, which the two enemies must willingly share, much to their content.
"Malfoy, do you have a sense on what time it is?"
"Honestly, I do and I don't care, to be frank. All I know is that it's time for a shower. Why, you wan to have a soak, too?" drawled Draco, knowing how much this would bring Hermione to the edge of cracking.
She fired him a glare of abhorrence with a look of disgust plastered on her face.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Hermione retorted, knowing how very late they would be if he doesn't get his arse in that shower soon.
"Go to Hell, Mudblood," replied Draco to the fuming Gryffindor, whose anger seems to be his latest toy.
Hermione rolled her eyes while still keeping her confidence.
"You're such an insufferable git."
"Mudblood."
"Ferret."
"Bookworm, virgin, know-at-all. I think Potter and Weasel-bee would rather do each other than ever touch you."
Hermione shot him a hostile look as she tactfully thought of a good retort. Hermione was fierce. She still has spunk left in her and she did not dare to give it up. Very irritated, and altogether frustrated and anxious to go to class, she brusquely snapped, "Malfoy, you're practically the male counterpart of a whore. You knob everything that move—"
"Are you mad? I don't fuck with everything that budges."
"God, Malfoy, just go take a shower quickly. You only have about fifteen minutes to get dressed! Snape is going to fly off the handle if you don't get a move on!"
"No. I'll take my time. Looking good isn't simple. Well, you wouldn't know. I mean, look at you. Looks filthy and dreadful to me," he spat while eying her up and down with a curled lip.
Hermione defiantly took a step forward, making Draco take a step back.
"Don't you dare go near me. Don't want to be infected by Mudblood germs now." He chortled, amused at himself as he noticed how pale Hermione looked, as if someone had Stupefied her.
Without another word, he entered the commodious bathroom, leaving Hermione standing there with a look of frustration and exasperation plastered on her face.
Tears were threatening to burst out of her eyes at what Malfoy had just said. Hermione, being the tetchy type, was always the one with the power to do great things and to fight for what is good. But this Hermione had changed.
Staying strong in front of Draco was necessary. Any show of harm would carry Draco to the advantage in flooding more insults and maltreatment.
Hermione had enough drama in her life to deal with. She was agitated.
She entered her room and slammed the door, loud enough to make Crookshanks hide under her four-poster bed. She leaned against the door and pounded her fist bad-temperedly, saying her words of hate for Draco Malfoy.
"I hate him. The insufferable prat, he is. I hate him!" She ranted loudly while she continued her action of hammering her fists.
Her seventh year was not going as she planned. This year is the last year and it should be the year of happiness and relief, not a year full of nothing but detestation and bickering with the least wanted person ever to walk in her life.
During the summer, the news of most of the Death Eaters being captured back to Azkaban showed relief and the threat of Voldemort deceased. With this news, she could spend the year with fewer troubles and pressure to save the wizarding world. Even with the lightening news, disappointments overcame.
During the summer away from Harry and Ron, Hermione had faced one of the most horrendous things a daughter must live by. Her family, as normal as they are, compared to many families, was falling apart. Her parents had filed for divorce. This may not be a big deal to some, but it was to her. It was accounted that her father had an affair with a young patient of their dentistry business. Her mum was appalled, traumatized, and betrayed. Hermione was, too.
The hope that her relationship with Ron would change from being 'just friends' had faded. For it is very much true that he is in the arms of Lavender Brown, whom he snogged everyway and everywhere that he could. Behind the tapestry, in cupboards, common room, everywhere, you name it. That broke Hermione's heart. As if the fact that her parents are far from loving one another was enough.
When she had discovered that she was Head Girl, this brought Hermione a twinge of contentment. Even with all the issues that were happening in her life, this was her bit of light. This kept her from going over the edge.
But after realizing who the Head Boy was, she was driven to the brink of the cliff where her life was suicidal. The two enemies had to share a common room, be in the same classes throughout the year, work together in every task they were assigned, and if that wasn't bad enough, they had to share the same washroom.
Of course, knowing the person who the Malfoy is, Hermione, for the past two months had done everything they were needed to do as Heads of the school completely by herself. The only efficient thing Draco did was to sit and keep his mouth shut. Every day wasn't complete without the usual screaming and quarrelling over the stupidest things. If Draco didn't start it, Hermione did. Every single day was the same: wake up and fight with Malfoy.
She looked at the unhappy reflection of herself by the mirror. She had become thinner than ever. The pressure to make sure all the Heads' tasks were complete had made her loose her sleep, break into insanity, and skip her meals, leaving her almost gaunt.
Feeling beautiful is an understatement to Hermione, for she had rarely felt beautiful in her life. She's not one of those girls who wear expensive clothing, put on the thickest make-up, or the ones who concentrate on their hair every time a mirror can be seen. She's not like Pavarti Patil, Lavender Brown, or Pansy Parkinson. She was far from that.
Hermione brushed her messy curls with great strength, as the wretched hair would not go the way she wanted it to be. With haste, she fetched her sack and walked off to meet Malfoy in the common room.
Draco had been in the bathroom for over thirty minutes, so she had a very good idea on how terribly late they were at that moment. This definitely will not ease Snape's temper, since Potions was their first class of the day.
"MALFOY, GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Hermione yelled in frustration from the room and waited for the Slytherin. She hated the fact that they just missed breakfast because of their bickering. She hated how they had to be in their classes at the same time and leave together.
As if walking on a cloud, care-freely, he finally ventured his way to the very vexed Head Girl.
"Do you, in Merlin's name, know what the time is!" bellowed Hermione to only receive a lazy nod from Draco.
"Granger, relax, no need to cry. I'm here, that's all we need. I honestly don't want to go deaf, so stop with your damn yelling!"
Hermione gave him the "fuck you" gesture and walked a few paces from him.
"So I was correct; you have problems controlling your problem. Must you PMS about everything? And it doesn't hurt if we're fashionably late."
Hermione threw her arms up in aggravation and left the common room.
"Ms Granger and Mr Malfoy! Explain yourselves. Why are you two late?" Snape barked at the two students.
"Mal–"
"I don't want to hear it, Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor for bad punctuality. Mr. Malfoy, I'll leave you off with a warning," Snape said bitterly to Hermione and in a normal tone to Draco. Hermione, who was very frustrated, sat down beside Draco, who was smirking at her loss. Oh, how she hated Snape. She had hated him ever since her first lesson with him. When she answered a question, Snape would deduct House points.
She was having such a bad morning. Everything in her life was going the wrong way.
"Draco!" a feminine holler called for Draco, who was making his way to lunch in the Great Hall with Nott and Goyle.
"Pansy, what?" greeted Draco almost reluctantly. After Pansy's warm, bone crushing hug, she laced her hand to his, so they walked hand in hand in the eyes of so many.
"So, why didn't you at least say hello to me in class?" she pouted too dramatically.
"Stupid Mudblood made me late," blamed Draco, even though it was mainly his fault why they were "fashionably late" for Potions.
"The Mudblood? What did she do now?" asked Pansy, who seated herself by Draco's side at the Slytherin table. Draco sat in his usual spot – at the center of everyone.
"Did she do anything to you? I hope she didn't infect you with her Mudblood germs, because if she did…"
"I'm all right, Pansy. She just had a little problem calming down. Don't worry, I'll never let that Mudblood touch me," Draco interrupted. Her face changed from worried look to a cheerful one. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Draco kept his arm around her as he ate his meal. The two had been a couple for quite some time now, but Draco wasn't really faithful.
The doors of the Great Hall flew open and his fellow Slytherins walked over to sit beside him. Crabbe and Goyle sat at their usual spot: next to Draco. McNair sat beside Pansy and Zabini.
"So, Draco, is that little get-together still happening in your common room tonight?" Blaise asked with a smirk on his face while helping himself to some chicken. His eyes darted to the Gryffindor table and at Hermione, who was eating alone. Harry and Ron were talking to their girlfriends, leaving Hermione by herself.
"Of course it is … I won't let that Mudblood ruin it," Draco answered with the same smirk playing across his lips. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered.
"Who's coming, anyway?" Pansy asked while chewing her apple.
"Well, everyone here at the moment: Millicent Bulstrode, and the new Chaser," said Draco.
For the past couple hours, Malfoy's circle of Slytherins had found the comfort of the Head common room as they played their game of Truth or Dare. This was an over clichéd game, however Pansy altered it to the extreme, giving it slight twists. Of course, Pansy, being the very creative and ingenious one, knew ways of making things interesting.
"Erm … Dare, then," said Pansy, anxiously awaiting for the instructions from Goyle, who looked as if in a very deep thought.
He pursed his lips and spoke, "Pansy … Pansy … what should I make you do?" The way he used his words made Pansy very uneasy as she mentally squirmed. "A BJ—no, that's too much—"
"Yeah, c'mon, Pansy, go suck his … you know!" bellowed dear Millicent Bulstrode who laughed girlishly on Crabbe's lap as Pansy shot her a death glare.
"NO!" snapped Pansy. A crimson shade appeared on both sides of her face as Draco laughed along the others.
"Okay, since your rules were very clear that in this game, you have to do something… sexual. So, I think this meets your standards. Umm … show us—Millie, you have to close your eyes for this one—show us what you got around your … ahem, area," instructed Goyle, while motioning his index fingers on his chest.
"NO!"
"Pansy…" Goyle emphasized her name so it sounded like it was begging. "You already made me do a lap dance for Crabbe and made Zabini plunge his fucking tongue down my throat! Yours is not that bad, anyways … I'm sure Draco had seen it plenty of times, every time you two knob."
"Yeah…but—"
"You made the rules absolute … just do it, godammit!" A Chaser with the name of Dominick shouted aloud, sequenced by yells of agreement.
"Come on, Pansy, you were the one who made the rules, remember? Don't back out now!" Goyle insisted. Pansy was ready for defeat. She waited for a few moments, expecting Draco to rebut the dare. Unfortunately, he did nothing.
With a deep, nerve yacking sigh, she lifted her jumper, along with her undergarment and showed the sniggering Slytherins what she had under the layers. Millicent immediately covered her eyes from the sight. The room followed with a roar of laughter.
Pansy shuffled her clothes down after a well defined five seconds of the view. She flopped back to the sofa as her ears burned hot and a crimson flush spread across her face.
"P-a-nsy, what was that?" Goyle asked with a stunned look. "You-you're small."
"Erm," Crabbe let out an over exaggerated snicker, "How many layers of that thing do you put on?"
"You have bee stings!" Zabini slipped out as the whole crew roared in another echoing laughter. Draco laughed along but looked ashamed at his girlfriend, for it seems that she had been tricking him.
"So, that's what the Engorgio Charm was for! If you had—"
"Draco, it's not—no…" Pansy stammered as Draco fired a glare of resentment.
"How can you live like that, Draco? Your girlfriend has none!" said McNair, while trying to restrain his laughter.
After what had felt like hours in complete laughter and madness, Pansy had never felt so self-conscious and mortified in her life. The laughing and the mocking had finally concluded as the jokes were converted to other topics.
"You want to know what's thicker that Hagrid's pubes?" Millicent spitefully asked the Slytherins after talking rubbish about Hagrid. All the students in the room scoffed in disgust.
"…Hermione Granger's hair!" she yelped as laughter echoed from outside the room.
"Oh, God, don't make me—aw…" said Crabbe, sickened as he shuddered in revolt.
"Where's the Mudblood Granger anyways?"
"Probably in the library, burying her nose in those books. I swear, that bookworm," said Pansy, receiving a few nods. "The Golden Trio is no more. Those bastards finally found a life to get some girls. They rarely talk to the filth."
"Ha! They finally discovered Granger's a Mudblood," Draco interjected, laughing along with the others.
After a pause, the common room door flew open and in came a flabbergasted Hermione Granger. Draco stood up, smirking.
"Malfoy! Why—why arethey here!" demanded Hermione with a priceless look on her face that seemed to enlighten the Slytherins.
"Because, Granger, they're my friends. Now, if you would be so kind in closing your mouth and go to your room, then that would be more than needed," replied Draco harmlessly.
"Well, they need to get out! Now! They're not supposed to even be here … it's nine-thirty and they should be off to their beds."
"They'll go when they feel like it. Just sod off, Mudblood!"
"You imprudent, egotistical child! You are—"
"Just go, Mudblood. No one wants to see you work your little PMS rants."
With a momentary urge to hex Malfoy to the next century, she marched to her bedroom, ranting to herself. "Malfoy, who the hell does he think he is? Strutting around Hogwarts like he owns it and bring his mental friends here…"
"Wow, what a Mudblood … Personally, she looks better when she's mad," said Zabini, awestruck and entertained.
"I say she looks ugly all the time," shrieked Pansy.
"True…"
"So, should we continue the game?" proposed Dominick with a malicious smirk. Everyone agreed as the group sat back comfortably in their seats.
"Draco … seems to be your turn. No one chose you yet. Truth or dare? Remember, only prissy queens choose truth … if you know what I mean," said Zabini.
"Yeah … whatever. Dare, then. Shoot, Zabini."
"Erm … this is quite tricky, you know, finding a dare for a Malfoy just like yourself is quite challenging…" he drawled thoughtfully as he stroked his chin with his fingers, as if in a very deep thought.
Draco rolled his eyes at the dramatic act. "Just say it, will you!"
"All right. Uh…seduce Hermione Granger."
"WHAT?" shouted Draco and Pansy. Their eyes were wide and Pansy looked like she was ready to murder. Draco looked like he was about to gag. Blaise kept his cool and stayed seated, smirking.
"You heard me, Malfoy. Spend a night with Hermione Granger. And … shag her," Blaise repeated nice and clear.
"You're insane! Draco will never do that. Are you mental? She's a Mudblood!" Pansy roared. She had angry veins all over. The other Slytherins were acting as if they had just fallen in love with Blaise Zabini. "You ARE mental, Zabini! You think that I would touch that Mudblood? She won't even go near me one foot … only when we are fighting!" Draco yelled at Blaise. Blaise kept his coy grin on.
"Yeah, Blaise, why don't you dare him to shag one of us here?" Suggested Pansy.
"No, that's too simple and obvious. C'mon…she's not that bad," said Blaise after Pansy's face burst.
"She's a dyke, if you ask me. She hadn't been with a boy since…I don't know, since Krum!" said Millicent in Draco's defense.
"Actually, she is still in love with that Weasel with the slut as a girlfriend. Every time he's around with that slut, the Mudblood gets all depressed and everything. Hysterical, really. Come on, Malfoy, Granger's not that ugly. Remember the Yule Ball? You even said it yourself. She looked kind of—"
"Draco, you what!" shouted Pansy, appalled.
"That was ages ago, and I did not say that," denied Draco.
"Are you telling me then that you, Draco Malfoy, the one who can melt any girl's heart with one glance cannot melt Granger's heart? Did Malfoy just have a weakness?"
"Yeah, well, the girls I had were … girls."
"Draco … what! What do you mean girls ? I'm the only one. I should be … wha—"
"Pansy, shut up. I'm not going to do it. Dare me something else," said Draco, annoyed.
"Well, options, options," Blaise responded and acted as if he were in deep thought again. "You can try to seduce Snape!" McNair shouted out. Everyone roared in laughter except for Pansy and Draco. Blaise tried to breathe and took a deep breath. "Okay, Draco. Either that, which is pretty worse, I think. Er… let's see. I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind if you give up all your money, would she? Let's see, how many galleons do you have in that Gringotts account of yours? Possibly millions of galleons! I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing it with me…"
"You son of a bi-"
"Ah, ah, ah," Blaise smirked. "Now, Draco," he continued. "What is your choice?"
"You son of a bitch. I'm going to get revenge later, trust me," Draco retorted.
"All right, Draco, you do that!" McNair all of sudden said. "Now, whose turn is it? Oh, what a coincidence. It's Draco's turn."
Blaise's smirk quickly faded and he sat up. Draco's evil glare changed to an evil smirk.
"All right, my turn for vengeance," said Draco. "Now, Zabini, I dare you to – hmmm – This is a bit of a challenge, you know…"
"Just say the bloody dare!"
"All right, all right. I dare you to shag one of the blood-traitors."
Blaise eyes widened and then furrowed. "Who?"
"Let's see, Ginny Weasley." A smirk of revenge played on Draco's face. Zabini fumed in shock.
"You son of a bitch."
"Yes, seems like we all are. Since I have to bang that Mudblood, there's absolutely no cheating."
"As in, they can't be drunk, on Potions, or on your spell."
"…Fine."
"Fine, and the girl has to be in your bed with only a blanket on in the morning, and we'll make sure of that. I'll call you up when she's asleep and ready for your viewing."
"Fine, seems like a challenge to me."
"Of course it is. I'm sure that Mudblood's hard to knob, knowing what kind of a bitch she is. That Weasley is not too bad actually."
Draco felt the pleasant urge to hex Zabini into oblivion. But there was no point. It was now officially a dare.
A/N: So how was it? Please review, only takes a few seconds. I always respond to the comments and feedbacks. XD
--Anjelica