1 Night, 2 Encounters
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"Oh hi, Hermione" Pansy said.
Ha! They probably just act nice to everyone so that they can get as many people as possible to become their fans! Well, I'm definitely not going to admire them! She's just as bad as Malfoy is!
Even though that's what she was thinking she simply said:
"Hey, Park-Pansy."
"I saw you talking to Malfoy back there"
"Oh…yeah…I…" crapshitbollocksbloodyhellI'mscrewed
"Well anyway," the (dyed) blonde cut in "How is he?"
As if she would care! She caught him cheating on her last year; they had broken up…why does she want to know how Malfoy is?
"He's fine."
"Are you guys good friends or something?" Pansy asked skeptically. She knew perfectly well that Malfoy hated the Gryffindor; he had complained to her about Hermione more then once.
"Err…." She didn't know what to say, but she figured if Pansy was going to talk to Malfoy about this, and she said that they weren't friends, he might get angry and try to ruin her life even more. If that was even possible.
"Well…I guess so."
: Pansy thinking:
Hmmm…Granger is friends with Draco Malfoy, eh? Well, that just can't be then, can it? Besides, I like Draco now…I totally forgive him for what happened last time. And anyway, I'm hot now, how could he resist me when I ask him out again! Hah!
…But wait, if the mudblood is friends with him, maybe she could figure out if Draco likes me! Yes! Gaaawd Pansy, you're just so clever! (She smirked)
But she hates me, hmmm…what if I make her an offer she won't … or can't refuse…
: END:
"Well Hermione, I think I have a pleasant surprise for you. Meet us tonight in the Great Hall, two hours after dinner?"
And before Hermione could reply, she left with a flick of her robes.
"Stupid bitch…" Hermione muttered. She knew perfectly well what she meant by us…that stupid group. The "clique."
Great start to the year, I have to say, she thought to herself.
Why are the Slytherins suddenly taking a keen interest in me? Can't they just leave me alone? It's my last year; for god's sake…give me a break!
First Malfoy, and now Pansy.
Speaking of which, she wondered what Malfoy wanted from her. This whole 'girl' thing was freaking her out. She had agreed to something that may be something she had never expected. That was stupid of her.
And Pansy? What the heck does she want! She was rather frightened of meeting the whole group; what if they did something to her? She was freaking out so much.
She had a gut feeling that this year would be her strangest one yet. She hoped that it would be for the better.
In a few hours, at least, she would know what was going on.
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Dinner seemed to flash by.
Within a few minutes she was being led to her new dorm room by Professor McGonagall, feeling Draco's- MALFOY'S !- eyes following her every move.
"Tomorrow we will give the both of you your rounds duty schedule" said the Transfigurations professor, and with that, she left with a flourish.
Now they were alone.
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The lights were dimmed, and the two could barely make out each others' faces.
Thank god, I feel like such an idiot. Wonder how red my face is by now.
"Ok Malfoy, tell me what you want from me."
"To start with: however embarrassed you're feeling right now mudblood, think about how I must be feeling. So listen closely, because I'm only saying this once."
"…Sure, get on with it."
"I want you to help me with…my love life."
"Sure, as if you" - she was interrupted by Malfoy before she could finish.
"It's about Pansy."
"-oh."
An awkward silence swept through the room.
"Well," continued Hermione, rather defensively, "It's not my fault you cheated on her…"
"I know" Malfoy said, "But I really regret it."
His voice trembled a bit, and Hermione could tell (shockhorror) that he really did mean it.
"I didn't realize what I was missing without her…"
Hermione's face flushed, not for the first, and doubtfully for the last, time that night. In one way she felt bad for Malfoy, but she really didn't want to be discussing his business with him. Cause frankly, she couldn't give a shit.
"But anyway…" He continued, trying to regain his usual arrogant tone, "I want you to tell me how I'm supposed to get her back."
Ok, this is seriously the WEIRDEST situation I've ever been in! What the hell does Malfoy want from me!
"…And what does that involve?" She asked sheepishly, flushing deep red (again!).
"Strip-tease" Malfoy said in a cocky manner.
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
"It was a joke, dumbass!" Malfoy sneered.
". . . ah . . . hehehe."
Pheeeew - for a moment I thought he was telling the truth. What a perverted asshole! Although…it was kind of funny…
"Now seriously Hermi-GRANGER . . . I want you to tell me how I can get Pansy back. Like…you know…you're a … girl, so you would, well you should know what a girl wants from a guy. And you need to tell me that."
"So, you just want me to tell you how to flirt, and do nice things for Pansy, in the hopes of getting her back?"
"That's all."
"And why do you want her back?"
"Daaaamn girl, didn't you see her? She's looking goooood!"
. . .okay . . .what the fuck.
"Hmmm…"
"What's wrong Hermi—GRANGER, jealous you still haven't hit puberty?"
"Fuck you Malfoy."
:Draco Thinking:
Actually, Hermione doesn't look all that bad either. Wait, WHAT! I must be going crazy, that filthy mudblood isn't good looking - all this stress Malfoy…must be getting to your head.
:END:
"Anyway…" Malfoy said, "Do you understand what you have to do?"
"Yes, I do. But when am I going to…" she coughed dramatically, "tutor you?"
"During rounds, there's nothing else to do then anyway."
"Ok, sounds fine to me." He's right though, rounds are hellishly boring, should get pretty interesting now!
"Good."
They looked at each other, and not for the first time that evening, they both flushed.
"Ok, I guess we're done then…" Hermione's voice trailed off
"Yeah, we are."
And with a flick of his robes, Malfoy swept away up to the stairs. She could hear his feet lightly touching the steps, as he sped upstairs. Then it stopped…and she could sense him coming back to the common room.
"By the way Granger…"
"Yes?"
"…If anybody finds out about this…" he whispered threateningly, "I'll know where to find you."
Hermione didn't reply as she turned around and walked up the steps leading to her bedroom; she didn't need to be threatened right now. She had to go freshen up for her next meeting with a Slytherin.
Quickly hurrying downstairs, (she only had one minute to get there), Hermione wondered what they could possibly want from her. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't anywhere in their league. And she hadn't done anything mean to them. Well, there was that thing in the train…but it wasn't only me! And before she could think about it anymore…she saw them waiting for her in the Great Hall.
A/N: So Malfoy likes Pansy, and she is about to find out why Pansy and the Clique need to see her...what did they want from her? Was is because of the bitching on the train? Maybe she could bargain her way out of trouble, and into the Clique, with the knowledge of the name of one of the Clique's member secret admirer...? Anything is possible in the world of wizadry and witchcraft! Read on to find out more