Draco woke up the next morning as worn out as ever. His fellow Slytherins left the common room early in the morning. It surprised Draco that they weren't caught at all.
With only a couple hours of sleep, he finally woke up from a loud pound on the door. First thing that came to his mind was Granger, but then the memories from last night struck him like lightning.
"Oh, shit. Granger!" He whined while lazily getting up. Draco remembered the challenge he had received from Blaise. He got up with frustration; he was in a deep dilemma.
Draco was in trouble; he had to seduce the most deflecting female; a girl with full stubbornness and who happened to be his worst enemy: Hermione Granger. So many words can describe that one certain girl that Draco loathed. Her know-at-all attitude had always been a peeve to him.
He detested her uncontrollable hair, her loose clothing, her stubbornness, her so-much-Gryffindor attitude, her dear Potty and Weasley; but most of all, he hated her blood. He loathed Mudbloods more than anything that walked the face of the earth. As much as he hated everything about her, he hated that the most.
His life was full of the same idea; Mudbloods are lower than any particle in the world, along with their fellow Muggles. They don't deserve to exist.
How could he seduce and make love to someone whom he despised and would burn his skin at her touch? This was more than a dare; this was a nightmare he must face. Yet, if he didn't complete such an absurd task, then he would lose what he had. His position as the leader of the pack, the superior one, and mostly himself, Draco Malfoy.
However, if he does the challenge then he'll also lose more than one thing. He will lose his family's trust, his father will definitely murder him, and he'll be breaking his family's hate for Muggles, which had been passed on through the generations. Sure, if he shagged the girl, it didn't mean he'll end up liking her, yet the rules stayed the same. Touching a Mudblood and associating with such creatures would give him hell.
Getting off the unmade bed; he put on his normal robes for school with frustration while the Head Girl knocked angrily on the door.
"MALFOY! GET UP. CLASSES ARE ABOUT TO START IN TEN MINUTES!"
"I DON'T CARE!" He yelled back, matching Hermione's anger. Some of the fury was caused by the head-throbbing headache he was experiencing, but most of all, his challenge. He did not know what to do in this situation.
"MALFOY, HURRY UP! I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE!" Hermione's knock was more urgent and loud. Draco didn't bother. He didn't mind being late for his classes. He knew that for every day in his seventh year in Hogwarts, he'd have Snape for Potions.
Draco walked out of the door with a scathing look directed toward Hermione. On the other hand, she had aggravation carved on her furious face. Her eyes were blazing and they darted toward Draco's icy gray pools. She was fully dressed in her non-fitting, lazily picked out clothes, and her hair was as frizzy as ever. Anyone could tell the annoyance that showed upon her face. She had been pounding on Draco's door for quite some time; her fist was throbbing.
"Granger, relax! My arse is off the bed. I know how much you like it when I'm fresh off the bed!"
"You prick! You despicable fer–"
"Yeah, okay!" Draco said while heading inside the shared bathroom and through his morning routine. He didn't do it in such a hurry. Draco simply chose to take his time.
Hermione waited outside of the bathroom, frantically worried about the amount of House points Snape was going to deduct. While biting her nails, the steam from the bathroom bypassed her face. The steam infuriated her; she had been waiting for her common room mate for an hour now, and she had hoped he was dressed and ready to go after his long shower, but Draco was not even close to being ready.
He left the lavatory with only a towel covering his lower half. This was Draco's plan: intimidate her with his bulletproof body. No girl can by stand such perfection, yet one did.
Hermione's jaw dropped and she experienced a swooping sensation in her lower half. She was gawking like a fool in front of the steamy bathroom, with a half-naked Draco Malfoy surrounded by steam. His muscles were perfectly carved, yet through the pale skin, a glow evolved. The steam from the bathroom made his detailed abs look moist and more than presentable.
Hermione was speechless. This was the first time she ever really saw such a well-built body. Of course, she wasn't used to seeing boys like this, mostly due to the fact of her lack of experience in dating. She tried to control her wandering eyes, but they wouldn't seem to stay still.
A smirk was etched on Draco's face at the sight of speechless Hermione, who was just standing by the door of the washroom, looking at him.
"Malfoy … you … er…" It was hard for Hermione to talk with such a view like that, especially with the steam from the bathroom that was making her feel hot. Draco's grin grew wider as he cleared his throat. With that, Hermione came back to reality and remembered who this boy was: Draco Malfoy, her enemy.
"Well, Granger, I think you've seen enough. Don't want to be late now, do we?" He said in a calm voice that made Hermione feel uneasy as she blushed furiously.
"You … Can you get dressed already? We're already an hour late for our classes! Why must you always be the reason for my lateness!" She exclaimed angrily as she stormed off to the common room.
Draco sniggered to himself at what he had just done. He had just made Hermione Granger speechless. That was an amusing thing for him. He quickly went to his room and got dressed for the day.
Hermione waited for him to finish while she worried about the outcome of the day.
"MALFOY!" She shouted and Draco arrived in the common room, ready.
"Finally, you've been in the shower for about forty-five minutes and you ha—"
"Granger, I'm here! Stop bickering and let's go," Draco said to Hermione in a calm voice She, once again, like every day, walked out in a rage at the same cause and trouble in her life. Draco stayed smirking. As much as he frustrated her, she gave him a laugh.
The two Heads entered the dungeons to see it full of students, as well as Snape, whose arms were crossed. The Slytherins and the Gryffindors began murmuring, mostly the Gryffindors at Hermione's appearance. They were all positioned in rows; which gave them the best view to shoot both Hermione and Draco death glares. The Slytherins leered at the pair.
"How nice. Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy finally considered joining today's lesson," said Snape in a lazy voice while marking them both late on his parchment.
"My, my, our two Heads. I've noticed a trend now. Both of you have been late for almost every Potions class this year!" His lazy voice faded and an angry bark replaced it.
"Ms. Granger, I believe you have yourself a detention, and you shall accompany her, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco's smirk at the sound of Hermione's name quickly faded and turned into a perplexed and outraged look.
"Excuse me, Profess—"
"I'm sorry, Draco, you must join Ms. Granger. On the contrary, twenty points from Gryffindor. I hope that teaches you something, Granger. For every day you are late from this point on, I'll deduct ten points," said Snape with a bitter tone to Hermione, yet a tone of apology to Draco.
Hermione was thunderstruck at Snape's actions at her and Draco. "Professor, I believe you didn't deduct anything from Slytherin."
"Ms. Granger, if you don't like the fact that I'm already subtracting a huge amount of House points, I advise you to be quiet!" Snape barked. Hermione closed her furious mouth and slouched off to sit beside Harry, who was giving her a disappointed look at the amount of points that were taken off from Gryffindor.
Draco smirked at his victory, yet displeased at the fact that he must spend a whole evening with Hermione for detention. He seated himself at his seat beside Hermione and waited for the lesson to begin.
Hermione sighed at Harry; they had been best friends for so long, but now they were drifting apart. He was presently in a relationship with Ginny Weasley, and hadn't been in a real conversation with Hermione for weeks now. It was the same with Ron, too; he was too busy snogging Lavender Brown.
Hermione, who still had a crush on Ron, had been disgruntled every time she saw Ron and Lavender together. She stole a quick glace at Ron, who was sitting beside Lavender Brown. Her left hand was on his thigh, massaging it tenderly as it crept its way to his inner thigh.
Hermione was appalled. Ron let out a soft gasp as Lavender slowly massaged him. Lavender, who was smirking and listening to Snape talk, repeated her action at a faster pace. Ron gasped once again and sat up, a bit stiffened at Lavender's approach.
"Now that everyone is seated, we can finally begin," Snape began while carrying a small glass bottle of clear, sparkling liquid.
"Can anyone identify this specific potion?" He asked the unenthusiastic class. No one had his hand up, other than Hermione, of course. Snape ignored her persistent hand that had shot up in the air at the look of the potion.
"Anyone?" Snape urged people to answer, but no one raised their hands. "Yes, Ms. Granger?" He finally chose Hermione in an ungrateful voice.
"That, sir, is the Ingravesco Potion. The potion identifies whether a female is pregnant or not," Hermione replied in a smartly said voice. Ron and Harry rolled their eyes at her answer and continued to copy down notes from the board.
"Yes, correct as always…" Snape mumbled rudely and took his eyes off Hermione.
"The Ministry wishes to teach you about pregnancy potions, anti-pregnancy charms, etc. Here, you will learn how to make a potion like this. However, it takes time. A month, in fact," he explained to the class.
"I know most of you might have already heard of this. Raise your hands if you did!" he demanded and the whole class raised their hands. "So, how do you tell if the female is carrying a child?"
"If her cheeks turn pink, it's a girl. However, if her cheeks turn blue, the child is a boy. If it is yellow, she is not pregna—" Hermione answered without being intended to be asked.
"Ms. Granger, I believe I didn't ask you. Please don't shout out the answer, it is rude! Once again, you prove my point of taking points from Gryffindor and how you are emphasizing the fact that you are a complete know-at-all!" Snapped Snape.
"Yes, like Ms. Granger had shouted out, that's how you tell if the female is pregnant or not. Now, I believe none of the students here are expecting a child any time soon, so can I have a volunteer to present how the potion works?" He asked the bored class. No one bothered to pull a muscle.
"All right then, I'll just pick someone. Ms. Brown, come up here!" He ordered to the girl whose hands were on Ron's lap. She stood and gave a worried look at Ron.
"Thank you, Ms. Brown. Now take a spoon and pour the potion in. Make sure it is a spoonful," said Snape. Lavender nervously nodded. She took the silver utensil and poured it until the whole spoon was filled. She drank the liquid and the class waited for the results. To their surprise, the result was shocking.
"Ms–Ms. Brown … have you … are you…" Snape stuttered in shock. The class erupted into murmurs and Ron's eyes widened in fear.
Lavender's cheeks were a shade of bright pink and a confused look appeared on her face. Hermione was speechless. The students were all flabbergasted at the sudden results.
Ron looked like he had just seen Voldemort. Hermione, who was wide-eyed, was thunderstruck. Snape was too surprised at the results. Lavender looked as confused as ever.
"Ms–Ms. Brown … you … have you…" Snape stammered again.
"Sir, am I pregnant?" she asked nervously, waiting for a pleasant response. All Snape did was nod. Lavender, who looked pale even though her cheeks were colored, looked as if she were at the urge of fainting. Ron was speechless and was as shocked as ever. Harry, who was of course Ron's best mate, feared for him.
"Lavender, did we … er … use … er…" Ron babbled as he dropped on the floor with eyes shut. His girlfriend gasped and ran to his side.
"Won-won? Please answer me!" Lavender pleaded at the boy who was going to father her expected daughter.
"Ms. Brown, I think it is best if you go to Madam Pomfrey. Tell her about the news you have just received. And bring Weasley with you," ordered Snape. Lavender didn't bother being asked twice; she stood Ron up and they walked slowly to the Hospital Wing, trying to keep their balance as her shoulder supported Ron's head.
The whole class then murmured louder at what had just happened. Everyone whispered to his or her peers about the soap-opera scene.
Hermione was dead silent and stared blankly at where Ron had sat. The fact the girl she detested is carrying his child hurt Hermione. Tears were threatening to spring out of her eyes. She tried to control her emotions but a whimper escaped her lips that made Snape look at her as if she were insane.
"Ms. Granger?" asked Snape.
Hermione suddenly stood up from her seat that was located beside Draco and walked out of the door with tears stinging her cheeks.
"Ms. Granger! Come back here now! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Roared Snape at the teary girl, who was already gone from the classroom. The class began their sea of murmurs and Draco tried to hold in the snort that was trying to escape.
He took a glance at Harry, who was seated two seats from him; he was pale and looked as worried as ever. Draco thought about the solution to this. The Golden Trio is finally going to pile their parchments for divorce.
He knew very well that their friendship was parting. It amused him at Hermione's desire for Ron, who didn't take account of her at all.
"I bet you she's going to join Mourning Myrtle for a cry," sniggered Goyle, who sat beside Draco.
After Potions, the whole school was full of the same idea: Lavender was pregnant. They all had their own way of telling the story.
"I knew they were shagging like bunnies for quite some time now. One time, I went to the Library to only find that whore straddling Weasley!" Exclaimed Pansy while eating her meal.
During lunch, it was the same topic about what had occurred in Potions. The soap-opera scene was the main headline of the day. The whole Slytherin House was jabbering non-stop about the Lavender topic. Draco paid no attention to the babbling Pansy, who was making up her own pieces of news in the topic.
"This should be no surprise. I knew neither of them was very good with spells. Lavender Brown, she's a daft in charms. Ironic, really, she is…"
Draco got sick of her just talking about the same thing. Millicent, who was always in Pansy's control, tried to look as though she were interested, but really, she was bored. At the sight of Blaise, she tried to change the subject.
"Oh, hey, Blaise, where were you?" asked Millicent.
"Nothing, really, just talking to this certain girl whom my mate here, Draco, dared me to shag," Blaise responded proudly at the gawking Draco that was seated in front of him.
"Really, was she on the urge of hexing you into oblivion?" said Draco, a bit irritated.
"No, actually, she was actually interested in the subject of our conversation," said Blaise in an annoying voice just to aggravate Draco. "I was the first to inform her about her brother's road to fatherhood. She's cute at times, Draco – for a Blood Traitor, that is."
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance and finished his meal with the urge to kill Blaise.
"How's the seducing going on?" asked Blaise unexpectedly. Pansy's face flared up with anger towards him and so did Draco's. It took him a while to answer. The truth was that it wasn't progressing the right way.
"Not well, I suppose," continued Blaise. "Ginny and I are actually starting a relationship as friends. I think you need to start anew with that Mudblood or else you'll be on your road in seducing Snape or giving me the rest of the money," he smirked at the aggravated Draco.
"So, you're friends with the Traitor now?" asked Pansy, whose temper had slowly risen.
"Not really friends, per se. Maybe … Well, I'll have a game of pretend with her and when it's the right time, I'll bang her. After that, I'll show my conquest the next morning to you, my friend, as she lies quietly, asleep on my bed," Blaise happily answered as if it was rehearsed.
"Don't worry, my friend, I'll do that Mudblood. That Weasley is pathetically easy, just like her repulsive brother," said Draco. Pansy sat up and stared at the two.
"Draco! You – Are you honestly going to do it?" Pansy screeched.
"Do you think I want to? But if this is what it takes to shut Zabini up, then I'll do it!" Said Draco, his temper rising as well. Pansy's face saddened for a while.
"Where's the Mudblood, anyway?" She asked as she let her eyes wander to the Gryffindor table, which was the loudest of all.
"Oh, look, Potty and the Weaselette are flirting again!" Exclaimed Pansy, loud enough for Blaise to hear. All he did was shrug as if Ginny did not just feed Harry a grape from her own hand.
"I've noticed that that girl has been changing boyfriends for a couple of years now. What makes Potter any different? I can break them off in an instant," he said and snapped his fingers indicating his point. Draco rolled his eyes.
Blaise continued to talk about his conversation with Ginny.
"She said she doesn't mind being an aunt and all, but she disliked the fact that her youngest older brother was going to have a baby first. It's funny, actually…"
Then, a first year from Hufflepuff nervously walked to the Slytherin table, holding a note. He marched, trying to keep his confidence.
"Er … this is from Professor Snape … It's about yo-your detention," he stammered at Draco. He was apparently nervous because of Blaise, who was staring at him while clenching his fist.
Draco laughed for a bit at the fear the first-year had for Slytherins. He snatched the letter from the boy and read it. The Hufflepuff quickly walked back to his table. Draco briefly read the letter while Pansy studied it from his shoulder.
Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger,
You will serve detention in the Forbidden Forest. You are not required to bring your wands; there will be no use for that. Both of you must come together and meet me in front of Hagrid's hut at six o'clock at night. If you wish to be late or not show up at all, prepare for another session of detention.
Potions Master,
Professor Snape
A/N: How was it? Was it bad or good? Please leave a quick review. Criticsms are greatly appreciated.
A scene from Wedding Crashers had inspired me for the part when Lavender was rubbing Ron's ... ahem. LOL, I got that from the dinner scene in Wedding Crashers.
Ingravesco means to be heavy in Latin.
Thanks to Violet Gryfindor for finding a good name for the potion. )