Hermione Granger, Head Girl, poster child for all book worms, the once light of Draco Malfoy's life. Surprising isn't it? Hermione Granger had sparked Draco's interest back in fifth year when he saw her on Victor Krum's arm dressed up as a beautiful goddess. He had seen her suddenly as more than just academic competition but also as a girl and unfortunately so had everyone else. He remembered trying to get her attention in the most subtle of ways. Trying to constantly catch her eye or even ask her for a study date. She had accepted a couple of times, noticing that he was either on the same level or just slightly under her. He came in second most of the time because who could ever say no to the left hand woman of Harry Potter? He was always left in the dust and finally he was also left in the dust by her. She had filled out her life in Tokyo which would have surprised him and indeed he did when he had first found out but when he moved there, he finally understood. Tokyo had the best in everything, especially muggle learning. She was attending class in one of the many prestigious universities, working on her graduate studies. He had been watching her for the past month, waiting for exact right time to confront her.
She had only grown more beautiful with age. Unlike Cho Chang who was instantly and always beautiful, Hermione was a smoldering ember that burst into her fiery glory as soon as she truly got rid of Hogwarts. She didn't feel the need to hide her beauty or her charms once graduating. She charmed her hair into silk soft golden waves that she had pulled up into a pretty pony tail, a pen stuck through it with tendrils lightly hiding her milk white skin. Where Cho was expensive ivory and contrasting colors, Hermione was a freckled milk color with apple cheeks and shades of brown. Her eyes were hidden behind stylish glasses that she mostly put on top of her head when studying but when she put them on it added to the appeal. Her lips were a soft pink and her body wasn't as curvy as Cho's but well proportioned. He followed her, knowing this was the perfect night, she would be alone in the library until midnight at least. He walked in and followed her up the stairs, keeping a very far distance from her, knowing she could probably sense him but he didn't want this confrontation to happen in front of a lot of people. He then waited until she sat down at her usual study table and started opening up her text books.
"Nihao?" She suddenly asked, her eyes rolling up to stare at him directly. He frowned slightly.
"We're in Japan…" he trailed off, she smirked slightly.
"Well at least we know what country we're in and what language belongs to what country," she slowly stood up. "Now is there truly a reason you came to bug me so late at night or are you just here for the pretty writing in all books?" She growled, her fists firmly on the table as she leaned predatorily towards him. He narrowed his eyes at her slowly.
"I always knew you weren't just a regular mudblood…what are you?" Draco asked, she smirked slightly.
"Don't believe a mudblood as you so eloquently put it can be as powerful as me?" She asked darkly, Draco shrugged.
"Just something Wood told me," Draco explained, she slowly walked around the table and then up to him.
"I once felt your devotion to me, you desired me once…do I still elicit such emotions from you Dragon?" She asked, she was so close to him that he could just lean forward slightly and be pressed up against her. He breathed in, getting a good whiff of what she smelt like then looked down into her blazing brown eyes.
"Physically you could elicit anything from me but unfortunately I don't do Unseelie," He was staring straight into her eyes as they slowly widened in panic and understanding. She suddenly jumped back, hissing at him in short fits, he smirked at her. He half wondered how she had pulled off the whole muggle born thing for so long without her true colors shining through but she probably hadn't fully come into her inheritance until she was at least 14, maybe older, who knew?
"You heartless tramp," she shrieked at him, a deep opaque globe forming around her, it was a trait of the Unseelie Sidhe to create dramatic wards.
"Heartless? You could steal a human's soul if you wanted to…that warrants as heartless to me," Draco called to her. "So, why keep up the brown colors? I thought all Unseelie had black hair," Draco shouted above the roar of magic she was gathering.
"Not all…I'm what you might call an Autumn Fae," her voice rose in power also, Draco rolled his eyes, recognizing that she was just putting on a show.
"You're nothing but a half-breed," he crossed his arms, she cried out indignantly, throwing a full shot of raw magic at him which he countered easily.
"You Sidhe are so easily unsettled," Draco tsked, she growled at him, levitating in her huge globe of magic.
"I'll show you unsettling," she growled throwing her entire globe at him. He held up his arms, bracing his legs apart for the on slot, the magic tearing at him, ripping his skin open, spraying his own blood across his face. He panted in the aftermath, slowly lowering his arms and what was left of the shield he had erected.
"Merlin, Granger, if you wanted me naked that bad I would have taken my clothes off for you," Draco looked down on his ruin clothes, they barely covered him decently anymore.
"I hate you Draco Malfoy, I've always hated you and I always will. I will kill you and send you straight to the gates of hell," she shouted at him. It was a good thing they had erected determent spells all around them so nobody even noticed.
"Aw and I thought you were just shy during all those years," Draco taunted.
"Although the sight of your blood is most stimulating, I wouldn't take your soul if you handed it to me," she hissed, she looked like an angry wasp floating three feet off the ground, her fully length butterfly looking wings flapping rapidly.
"Don't worry Granger, now knowing exactly what you are, the feeling is mutual," he grumbled, she hissed at him again, revealing long white fangs growing out of both the bottom and top. He had, had enough. She was going to die no matter what and she was starting to really get annoying. He turned around suddenly and started walking away.
"Hey! You come back here!" She shouted at him, shock clearly evident in her voice. She instantly transformed back into her human self and went after him, as soon as she did this she realized her mistake. She never saw the blast coming until it was almost too late. Her charred, lightning struck body landed with a thump on the carpet, he walked towards it then went over to the window, he looked down and spotted three familiar figures hurrying through the crowds. He did a good imitation of Hermione's hiss and walked away.
Draco was getting annoyed at all of this nonsense. What game where they playing? Why make him kill a likeness of each of them and then disappear? Did they really think leaving evidence that they were dead would really trick Voldemort? The old snake face maybe insane but he wasn't stupid. Draco knew what was going on, they practically told him. Were they trying to test him? Or just trying to kill him, each one had almost done it except for Wood but Wood was the most powerful of the three he had encountered so far. Was the man toying with him? Did Potter think Wood was too valuable to risk against him? He was pacing and he didn't like it, it was a bad habit and when he was really anxious, it tended to make him dizzy. He stopped and looked out the window. There was one general left and he had a feeling this one was going to be the worst. He didn't understand why Virginia Weasley was the hardest to find out of all of them and why she was so powerful. Her brother was a broken doll at the end of Parkinson's leash and he knew Pansy wasn't anything special. Were the Weasleys hiding something? Something big in their blood and they would go to great extremes for their cause including slaving out one of their own just to get information? But that was impossible, a Weasley always had the most fiery of tempers, none of them had any real control but then again he only really knew Ron and when he really thought about it, he really didn't know the ginger…