Disclaimer: Don't we all wish we owned Draco? Well we don't.
"You know, you really might want to clean up your act," Malfoy stated, entering the Library and dropping himself into the chair beside Hermione. She looked up in annoyance, only to see him smirking. Typical.
"Why, whatever do you mean, Malfoy?" She spoke with disdain. Isabel was sitting across from Hermione, studying diligently for an upcoming charms test.
"Why, whatever doyou mean, Malfoy?" Isabel mocked, still upset over Hermione's show in the Great Hall the day before. She hadn't been allowed to sleep because of the teasing that the other girls had made her suffer through, thanks to Hermione's show. It seemed that though most of Gryffindor knew the Head girl was not serious with her comment, the second years did not.
"Stuff it, Brat." Malfoy said through gritted teeth. He wasn't sure if he hated the littlest Granger more than the older counterpart, but he was sure he'd rather burn his boxers off while wearing them than spend a day with either. Well, maybe not, because he wasn't sure he could manage without causing severe damage to his … erm, package, for lack of better terms, if he tried that.
"I mean, Grangy, that unless you want the whole of Hogwarts, minus the Hufflepuffs of course, as they seem oblivious to every type of gossip, even when it bites them in the ass … anyway, unless you want everyone to know just how easy you really are, I'd suggest only making comments that imply my almightiness."
"But I'm not easy," She stated, not sure she wanted to know where he was taking this.
"I never said you were, but it's not like they know the difference when it comes from my mouth." He smirked.
"You know what? Malfoy?" She snapped, "You're not anybetter than me. You're below me in school. You don't even have real friends! Do you realize - I've never received this much attention in all my Hogwarts years, from a boy, as much as I have from you. Maybe that should tell us something." Standing up, Hermione decided what she was going to do. Smirking back at him, she stuck out her chest and flipped her hair like a movie star, hoping it looked casual. Unfortunately for her, she paid as much attention to him as he did her.
She wondered if he was just as gorgeous under his clothes as he was rumored to be. It wasn't like she'd ever find out, but Malfoy noticed her attentions anyway.
"You know you love me, Granger," He spoke softly, without the usual scorn. She recognized the tone of voice … it was the kind of 'Nice meeting you' tone a voice you used with a stranger.
"No Malfoy, I don't," she said with a phony sad voice. "Quite the opposite, actually."
"Well, the opposite of love is indifference,"
"… Yeah well …"
"Don't you loathe me Granger? Wouldn't you take the opportunity to thrust me into the lake, and the fist of the giant squid, if given the opportunity?" He questioned with a scowl.
"I ran out of hate a long time ago, Malfoy," She said shakily, though trying to contradict herself, before turning her back on him and walking out of the library, leaving Isabel pondering what she'd just witnessed.
"She likes you," She crooned. Malfoy was waiting for her to sing that horrible muggle teasing song about K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
Glaring at her, no words were said as he walked back to the common room in a different direction, hoping to cross paths with his little Gryffindor before arriving.
Hermione was on her way to the Gryffindor common room, instead, however. Striding purposely through the hallways and climbing the staircases with years of practice under her belt, she managed to make it to her old common room without a single scratch.
"Platypus." She said with a roll of her eyes at the odd choice for a password.
Ron and Harry were playing Wizards Chess in the corner of the room. Hermione sighed and silently asked herself if they did anything else.
"Oy, you two!" She hollered, out of character even to herself. When they didn't look up, she tried making herself clearer. "Potter! Weasley! Come comfort your best friend!"
"Oh, hey, 'ermione, didn't see ya there!" Ron hollered back. They ceased their game and strode over to her.
"What have you been up to? Has Malfoy …" Harry began, only to be cut off by an anxious looking Hermione.
"The prat managed to convince me … or convince myself or whatever … I lord, I don't know, why do we hate him again?" She stuttered.
"BECAUSE HE IS A DIRTY, SELF-CENTRED, MOTHERFU …" Ron began to shout, but Hermione slapped her hand over his mouth and retorted.
"Ronald Weasley! You had better watch your mouth before it comes detached from your face and runs away from you!" She barked, reminding Ron of his mother.
"So, lemme get this straight, you're being civilwith Malfoy?" Harry asked unbelievably.
"Oh, hell no, we're no where near that close! We just … we just … oh gosh, I'm supposed to know everything, but I can't figure Malfoy out!" She squeaked in distress.
"Maybe you should just stay here for a while, Mione. I don't trust Malfoy to be ten feet near to you," He suggested genuinely.
"Yeah, Herms, you never know what a creep like that could do," Ron growled.
"Thanks, guys. I'd like to hang around here, at least for a couple hours. Hey, where's Ginny?" She inquired with suspicion.
"She disappeared a few hours ago. She's probably off with Lovegood catching butterflies," Ron criticized.
Hermione scowled. "Hey! That's not a thing you say about your sister!"
Harry leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I believe she's off with some other sixth year Gryffindor. Don't tell Ron." Hermione sensed a hint of jealously in Harry's tone, but didn't press the issue. He had his chance with Ginny, and they both thought it the better thing to do by going their separate ways.
Four games of wizards' chess and countless attempts to get Hermione to try some bizarre magical candy later, it was time for the Head Girl to go back to her own dorms for some well deserved sleep. She was surprised to find Draco in the common room instead of Blaise, though that's who he was probably here to see anyway. Without a second thought, she began in the direction of the spiraling staircase.
"Granger, I don't believe we were done talking," he said, strutting, yes, strutting, over to Hermione.
"Well, I do believe we are," She determined irritably.
"Granger, why don't you hate me?"
"Of course I hate you, you chauvinistic bastard!"
"But you see, it's there that you are wrong. Even your sister sees it, I fascinate you."
"What? Wait … WHAT DID YOU DO TO ISABEL?" She screeched, outraged.
"Don't worry, she's still in one piece. If I wanted to do permanent damage, however, no doubt I could," He said in secondhand thought.
"If you dare hurt a hair on her head, Malfoy, I will castrate you in the most painful way humanly possible," She spat.
"Interesting offer, Granger, but I'll have to pass. You can keep her."
-
Isabel granger walked quickly toward the Head dorms. She had heard from Potter and Weasley that she'd gone back to her rooms after a 'brief' visit, back to that dark haired Slytherin boy who she believed was a friend of Malfoy's. She hoped Hermione wouldn't object to a last minute sleepover, for both of their safety. Malfoy freaked her out.
"Her, squirt, you've set a pace that could easily outrun a cheetah!"
She recognized that voice. Glancing behind her shoulder, she saw the face of Blaise Zabini approaching her. She sighed and slowed down a tad, allowing him to catch up to her. "Screw off, scary Slytherin man." She said with a sarcastic smile. "You don't even know who I am."
"You're Isabel Granger. Of course I know who you, you're good at getting attention." He responded knowingly.
"Whatever." She snapped distractedly. She couldn't quite remember where the Head's room was.
"This way, Izzy," He said, turning down a hallway to his right.
She drew back at the name, but followed. "Hey! Only Hermione calls me that, and even then only sometimes. What gives you the right to …"
"Can it, Izzy, you're lucky I helped you out, you would have ended up in the astronomy tower and out the window if I didn't come to your rescue."
"Oh, get over yourself. Since when are you so special?"
"We're here." He said, cutting her short. What Draco said was true, she was annoying as a banshee. The password was supposed to be undisclosed for everyone who wasn't the Head boy and girl, and Hermione obeyed that rule. Blaise, however, hadn't, and that would be the reason Draco got in.
He stepped through the torn painting with Isabel at his heels and had to duck as a lampshade flew at his head. He wasn't sure who threw it, but he witnessed two very red faced students fighting like they hadn't before.
"What the … holy hell! It looks like a tornado hit! Malfoy, what did you do?" Isabel screeched.
"GET OUT, BOTH OF YOU!"
Hermione roared in complete and utter infuriation. She was greeted only in silence from the two baffled intruders. Neither had any clue what was going on. Maybe a war struck.
(PREVIOUSLY)
"OH, YOU MAKE ME SO CRAZY, MALFOY!"Hermione lamented in frustration.
"I think that's a good thing, Granger. You're way too uptight."
"I don't have wand stuck up my ass, unlike the person standing opposite me!" She said with outrage.
"Granger, Granger, Granger. Do you ever learn? I know you can't resist this." He said, standing proud. The smirk on his face told her he knew about her 'thing' for him. But his attention told her he had a 'thing' for her too. A thing for getting on each others nerves.
"I wouldn't look at you if you were the last boy on earth who could stand upright!" She crossed her arms as if to prove a point.
"Oh really?" He said, stepping toward her.
"Yes. Definitely." She responded boldly, not being intimidated and standing her ground.
"I believe I told you later I'd have to change your mind? Here …" He said, and moving dangerously close to her and grabbing her arm. With a yank, he'd pulled her toward him, and roughly planted his lips on Hermione's without welcome.
In a second, she had pulled back. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU STUPID PRICK? I … I …" She said, bewildered and angry. She quickly lashed out at him, kicking him in the shin and pounding her fists into his stomach, enough to knock the wind out of him.
"Arrgh! Granger, what the fuck? Are you trying to kill me?" He moaned.
"Yes actually, I should! I should kill you and make it look like suicide!"
And then the fist hex flew.
(PRESENT)
Isabel lunged at Hermione and body checked her right on. "Oomph!" Was all that was heard as the girl yelled at her.
"What on EARTH were you doing, you stupid, stupid girl? Getting yourself killed? Why do you have to be so intrigued by it?" She interrogated, referring to Malfoy.
Blaise had already tugged Draco out of the room, and they were arguing in the hallway.
Smoke was probably pouring from both Hermione's and Draco's ears, both for the same reason. They were trapped inside their own worlds, each chasing the other and never getting what they wanted, because they were too proud to admit it. Makes you laugh, doesn't it?
A/N: An update for you! I live off reviews, and they influence where the story goes greatly, so please, leave a comment!