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Dedication: For Liz (where-my-heart-resides) she's hilarious! And writes pretty good oneshots. She has like 12 one shots now. Go read them.
Hermione walked in her room after lunch. She had got to talk to Ron today. At least they didn't fight as usual. Plus, she would get to spend quailty time with her best friends tommorrow.
"I feel like drawing," Hermione said boredly. "Or painting for that matter."
"This... is...so...wow," a voice repeated in her head. Hermione figured it was a person "oooing" and "ahing" at her paintings. She really wanted to be an artist when she grew up. Well, at least for a while, because she wanted to have a family and settle down. In the wizarding world though.
Hermione found a small easel hidden in her closet and took out some paint and brushes.
Hermione pondered for a while on what to paint. She struck an idea and painted away.
Draco groggily woke up from his nap and approached his bathroom. He turned the sink on, noticing the faucets were little snakes. Draco smiled. He splashed water onto his face, refreshing himself.
He then realized he missed lunch.
But he didn't care. Draco looked at the diary now stuffed under his bed. He would look at it later. So he put it inside of his robes.
He felt like boosting his superiority.
So, he decided to take off his shirt in front of the practically only girl who hadn't seen him without a shirt on-Hermione Granger.
Draco sniggered to himself and approached Hermione, who was reading in the common room.
Hermione looked up, glaring at Draco.
"What," she spat.
"Remember the little favor you owe me," he drawled, smirking.
"Yes," Hermione said, sighing, feeling extremely displeased.
"Well, I thought we'd try this now," Draco smirked proudly. "Just to see your little reaction."
Hermione shifted uncomfortably.
Draco slowly lifted his shirt off, making Hermione tremble madly. She could now see the six pack built upon him. His skin was a bit darker than his pale face. More like Hermione's kind of light tan. There was a boomerang shaped scar on the lower part of his stomach. Questions arised.
Draco smirked once more. He could see Hermione in awe of his muscular body. Her bottom lip, which was now just licked, was quivering so madly that it looked as if it would crash right into her upper one. She took a petite finger and pulled some of her busy hair behind her ear.
He carelessly threw his shirt in the corner of the room. An idea struck his mind.
"What if I was to ... try to hug Granger. But I wouldn't touch her, for I know she would run away if I even got close to her," Draco thought slyly.
Hermione was glued to the couch she was on.
Draco slowly walked up to her, Hermione staring at his broad chest,
Now a foot away from Hermione, Draco extended a hand out to attempt to touch her shoulder.
But Draco's plan didn't work exactly as planned.
SMACK!
Hermione, who now had an angry glint in her eye glared at Draco, who was rubbing his cheek from the extricating pain Hermione's hand conducted.
Hermione, who had a mood swing lingering by her body, narrowed her eyebrows angrily and ran up to Draco and punched him in the face.
Now Draco had blacked out. By a stupid Mudblood. Or should I say "strong" Mudblood?
Draco lifted his head from the ground. His head felt like it weighed ten pounds.
"Bloody hell, I'm starving," Draco complained. He exited his room and headed to the kitchens.
On the way there, he pondered what the picture of Hermione hiding in the corner was about.
"Maybe she got attacked by death eaters," Draco thought, an angry frown plastered on his face. He hated death eaters because of his gay ass dad.
"Or maybe it's one of the pictures that has a deeper meaning. Bloody hell, I don't know," Draco thought again, tickling the pear in the portrait by the kitchens.
He walked in and saw Dobby, the retarded house elf that Hermione loved.
Thinking of Hermione brought up the fact that he recently got beat up by her. Oh, that Mudblood is gonna pay!
Dobby glared at Draco. And Draco glared right back.
"Just get me something to eat and I'll leave," he said, trying not to upset him. For if he did, he probably wouldn't bring him any food.
Dobby never smiled, but got some bread and chicken for him. He walked away, still glaring.
Draco walked out, hungrily biting the mouthwatering chicken. It was one of Draco's favorite foods.
Suddenly, a dark shadow ran by. Draco was confused on who it could be, so he ended up following the mysterious shadow.
He hurried down the corridor and saw the figure dart towards the grounds. He was wondering what that person was doing. He quickened his pace so he was only a few feet away from the shadow that was panting heavily now.
As soon as they were outside, the shadow ran towards the forbidden forest. Now Draco was really confused.
"Why would someone want to go in there? Didn't they hear what happened to Umbrige?" he thought as he ran.
They soon came to a spot where a tiny shack was planted. The shadow opened the door and shut themself in.
Draco knocked on the door.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Go away Malfoy," a muffled voice answered him.
"Let me in!" he said, pounding on the door.
"FINE!" the voice shouted.
Since he was leaning against the door, the person opened it and he toppled on top of them.
Draco looked down and realized it was Hermione.
And he noticed he was right by her boobs. Not a good place to be.
But he stayed on, gazing at her face. It was very pretty at the moment, a small amount of blush on her reddening cheeks. And her deep chocolate eyes were just...
Beautiful.
Draco cringed.
"Granger is not beautiful!" he thought to himself, outraged.
Draco scanned the room quickly. It was full of drawings and paintings. He saw the picture of her in the corner again. It was so ... mysterious and vague.
He quickly got off of Hermione.
"What!" she asked furiously.
"I don't know, I was just trying to find out who you were because you were looking all mysterious," Draco answered her.
"Yeah right," she said. "You just came to torment me."
"What? Why do you always make rude assumptions about me?" he said, currently annoyed at Hermione.
"Because you always act that way. You're just a bastard!" Hermione explained.
"That's what you think. You don't even know the other half of me," Draco said staunchly, slamming the door in Hermione's face.
Draco ran through the forest, not knowing where he was going.
He just knew he wanted to run far away.
He soon came to a peaceful part of the forest where a small pond lay. Draco sat on a rock covered with moss.
It was actually sort of...
Bloody brilliant!
Draco loved the fact he found his own little spot where he could be in peace.
And do whatever he pleased.
Draco approached the old willow tree dying by the pond. He engraved "Property of a Malfoy-Always and Forever" on the trunk with his trusty wand.
He leaned against the trunk and noticed something pressing against his skin. He looked in his robes and found Hermione's diary.
He smirked. he really wanted to read this diary after doing his favor. Or whatever you want to call it.
Draco is such a prat.
He tried to rape me or something!
So I knocked him out. I'm so glad mum made me go to that all girls camp for a month. I got a little bit of muscles there!
I also got to do some sketching today. It looks very artistic. I'm going to put it in my secret gallery. Along with my other painting I made the other day.
I really don't want to say this, but...
Malfoy is actually...
very sexy.
Ew, I really cannot believe I just said that. He's such a prick!
Now I better wash my mouth out with soap.
I guess I will right more later, considering it's almost time for lunch.
Draco smirked.
"I knew she'd love my body. Everyone does," Draco thought confidently.
After a couple of minutes, Draco decided to get to his common room, for it was getting a bit chilly.
He was really looking forward to playing truth again.
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