Chapter four: As Cold as Ice

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Chapter 4: As Cold as Ice

When anybody says the word 'chocolate', everybody's face with immediately light up. This is because, everybody likes chocolate, there is no question about that. Chocolate is sweet, tantalising and always leaves you hungry for more. Although, when somebody says the word 'ice'…well, lets just say there isn't a que lining up for it. Ice is hard, blank and more importantly, cold.

Her eyes were chocolate and his were ice. And lets' face it, chocolate and ice never mixed well together. She was warm, sweet and sincere. Her smile would brighten up the room. He was withdrawn, cold and repressed, and he didn't even have a smile. He had a sneer, a smirk. Chocolate didn't smirk.

Ice was everything chocolate was not. Ice was full of malice, hate, spite, cruelty and sadness. He was stone. People would come…although his true personality would never come out.

He hated her for being true to herself, loyal to her friends and generally happy. So, of course, he went out of his way and made a habit of trying to ruin her life.

He knew his sexual implications towards her made her angry and scared. He knew it frustrated her because it was something her precious books couldn't help her with. And more importantly, it was something she couldn't tell Potty or Weasel. And, he knew that she hated that.

He loved how he would make her angry; he loved it how her face would scrunch up in frustration. And it was true; he DID do everything just to spite her – as long as he got a reaction.

He loved to make her angry, because it gave him a feeling of power. He loved being stronger then her, for, there was only so long she could keep up her mental barriers. She couldn't let him get into her mind, because it would terrorise her, she wouldn't get any sleep, and then she wouldn't get her grades that she so desperately wanted.

She pretended to be strong, although, they both knew that deep down inside, his every attacking comment made her want to break into a million pieces. Every time that he insulted her, one of her blocks of chocolate would fall off. And at the rate he was going, it was highly likely that she would be left, empty.

Stupid, bloody, fucking ferret she thought to herself while walking up with stairs to get into her haven, Hogwarts. Although, she wasn't sure that this year Hogwarts would be her sanctuary any more, because, Ferret is there to disturb her serenity. She knew that this year would be one big screw-up if she didn't take control of the situation as soon as possible. So, she decided, that as soon as she and Draco are in the common room, she will try to make peace with him, and if that fails…well, let's just say that Hermione is good as avoiding people.

"Please give a round of applause for a new Head Girl and Head Boy, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy" The never-greying Professor Dumbeldore called out. There was a hammering applause from around the whole school. Hermione smiled to herself, feeling so happy that she finally got what she secretly always wanted – acceptance.

She looked up, and the first thing she saw were two steel grey orbs of ice. She felt a chill go through them as she stared into them, and instinctively started to glare. But then her plan came to mind again, and she smiled at him. In response, he gave her the finger, followed up by a smirk. Well, Rome wasn't built in a day, this would definitely have to be worked on.

She heard footsteps coming towards her, and soon a voice (that sounded suspiciously like Prof. McGonagalls) was telling her to follow so that she could be shown the Head's rooms.

Hermione was very excited at this prospect, as she had heard that the Head's rooms were the most spacious and comfortable in the whole castle, so she eagerly jumped up from her seat and followed.

Draco's POV

He watched her from his seat, now the mudblood is trying to be friends with me, eh? As if! In response to her warm smile, he (of course) flashed her the finger. He then resumed his meal, satisfied that he had enraged her furthermore.
He then saw McGonagall walk to her and tell her to follow her. She then motioned to Draco to follow suit. (Which he did, grudgingly).

He left the great hall only to see a sight that enraged him even more. Granger's arse. Dammit all to hell! Disappearing around the corner. I wonder if I can jerk off in less than 10 seconds? Realising his time constraints, he came back into view only to find two women, tapping their feet with very agitated looks on their faces'.

"Move it along Malfoy, we don't have till Christmas"\

"Shove it Granger"

"Where…and what?"

McGonagall interrupted

"Ms. Granger and Mr. Malfoy. Please, this is not a good example for the first years. Now, if you will please follow me to your Head Dormitories"

Stupid Old Bat He thought to himself. She obviously hasn't been laid since Snape washed his hair.

Suddenly, he realised, they were in front of a painting of a mermaid.

"Want me to help you get all wet, baby?" Draco smirked.

"Mr. Malfoy, will you refrain from using such profanities? The password is Octopus's Garden. (A/N: Yes, we are aware we are obsessed with the Beatles…although, Draco is still the one that owns our hearts…) Please, behave yourselves and try to be civilised to each other!"

End Of Draco's POV
Civilised, civilised, that Ferret doesn't even know the meaning of the word! Hermione thought enraged

Civilised? I would rather be civil to a Hippogriff then to that beast! Draco thought to himself…smirking, as usual.

"Octopus's Garden" They said in unison, and what they saw would make their year so much more better…