"Uh, thank goodness that's over.." said Hermione, talking to nobody in particular. She had just finished the last of her exams, the term was pretty much over. The Christmas Holidays officially started in three days. The students had to stay a few extra days not because they had classes, because they didn't, but because there was a special end of term ball. Perhaps Professor McGonagall was giving the students of Hogwarts a Ball to keep them happy and calm, who knows, it was all rather sudden and...random, if you must.
Hermione reached the portrait that led her to the head boy and girl common room. She muttered the password and instantly the portrait nodded and swung outwards, creating a rather large hole in the wall, which was, of course a doorway, in which Hermione walked through. She was exhausted, in the past 2 days she had 12 exams or so, also including pieces of assessment due. She'd hardly done any studying prior, making it harder. That was because she had been so rapped up in the web of lies that Draco had entangled her in. But it's true that she didn't get sucked just because of him...It was her fault as well. She hoped she did well, if not she'd be screwed, and not just by Draco, shivers encased Hermione's body as she thought of it, not because she was disgusted though.
Hermione wandered into her room and closed the door behind her, she then put away her books and changed into more comfortable clothes; large T-shirt and Victors boxers. Her clothes remained unpacked for she had sent her father a letter stating she was going to stay at Hogwarts for the Holidays. She didn't really feel like facing her father after what series of events had unraveled, once again due to a mister Malfoy. Hermione jumped onto her bed and relaxed a little, she felt so stressed, even after her exams, she'd been feeling on edge ever since those Minister for Magic officials came to inspect Hogwarts. They were searching for Seamus's killer. She was starting to regret her decision to stay at Hogwarts for the Holidays. Hermione then decided to forget about that for a while and she fell into a haziness, that soon turned to darkness.
Hermione jumped when she heard a knocking on her door. She had fallen asleep. Hermione wiped a little slobber from the side of her mouth and laid back down, trying to ignore the knocking. Ignoring the blond boy outside the door. He was quite persistent and kept knocking, it became too annoying to withstand so Hermione jumped up hastily and swung open the door as Draco fell through, landing on the ground with a rather loud thud.
"What do you want asshole?" said Hermione stiffly.
Draco got up and dusted off his clothes and said "Is that anyway to greet your master..". Hermione didn't tolerate this and started to close the door, but Draco stopped it and push it fully open again. "Now, now..Alright, I didn't mean to sound possessive.."
"Oh really?" replied Hermione.
"What..pissed off at me because I gave your 'ex' a talking to...It's not my fault he's pathetic and can't please you.."
Hermione's jaw would have dropped if she had been surprised, but she wasn't, she thought she'd have to endure Draco's taunts on how he could please her and Harry couldn't. "Oh please Draco...The only reason I have slept with you is because...I sort of...have to..because of this.." she said as she raised her arm to reveal the mark upon. the mark that made theirdeal binding...well...what made Draco's plan succeed.
"What mark..." said Draco as he smirked.
"What? What are you talking abou-" Hermione looked down and realised that there was no mark upon her skin. She pulled up all her sleeves and looked for the mark, but it was no where to be found.
"Clever..." said Hermione.
"Hmmm, was that a compliment from Miss Granger.." said Draco sarcastically.
"Shut up..."
"Ah...Granger, two simple words aren't going to quiet me up...Oh...and by the way, I have...a question to ask you.."
Hermione was taken aback. "A...A question...what kind of question?"
"What are you doing over the Hol...Holidays.." Draco choked out .Why do...I feel nervous...Silly Draco already knew the answer. Why do 'boys' deny such things. Rather stupid isn't it. Denial. People go through denial, and set themselves up for heartbreak. They are only delaying the truth from getting to them, even though they already know what it is. Stupid thing, Draco will find his feelings, he will find the truth, he may not like it, but she will accept it. All people do, in time.
"I..um...I'm staying at Hogwarts...why do you ask...Draco?"
I can make this so much easier if I order her.."No you're not, you're coming with me to my house for the duration on the Holidays.." said Draco confidently.
Hermione's face turned sour, she thought he was going to be kind and ask her to join him, she'd have said yes if he had...well she thinks so anyway. But, no...He had to be rude about it didn't he.
"No" spat Hermione.
"What?" said Draco, he was put off by her reply.
"I said...NO...I am not going anywhere with you...you..you Melon head!" and with that said Hermione pushed Draco out of her room and slammed the door. "Ha..Take that.." said Hermione quietly. She was rather proud of herself. Slamming the door in front of Draco Malfoy, quite thing that is. "Ahahahaha!" laughed Hermione inside. She felt quite good doing that. And she thought, I think I might do that again. and so she opened the door to see Draco staring at her, and as he was saying "Ah, I see you've come to your senses..." she slammed the door once more, laughed and jumped onto her bed. "That...was fun.." she said.
Then the door opened, much to Hermione's surprise and she sat up. This was an outrage! He was ruining her moment! What a bastard...
"You forgot to lock the door you stupid girl...Now..If your not going to go to my place, I'm going to stay here, and you'd better go to the end of Term Ball with me or I'll..."
"Yes?" pushed Hermione. He can't do anything else bad to her.
"I'll tell the Headmistress and the Ministry for Magic officials that you were the one who murdered Seamus Finnigan..".
Bastard. That blackmailing son of a bitch! Screamed Hermione in her head. "Fine! Now get out!" she screamed...from her mouth I might add, with much force too, even Draco seemed mildly frightened as he fled the scene he helped to create.
"GOD DAMMIT! I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY!" screamed Hermione at the top of her lungs. Did it really matter, the only person who would have heard her, was Draco and maybe even the portrait. Shouting and screaming was pretty much useless, except that it helps to release anger of course. That was the sole purpose of her screams. For Draco already had an inkling that she despised him. But really, he despise was a mere mask, as Draco's sarcasm and 'smartarsery' was his.