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Chapter 3
Hermione was walking angrily to Professor McGonagall's office muttering under her breath. Her head was spinning, searching for ways to get back at Ronald Weasely for landing her in detention. How could he humiliate her like that even after every thing he's done? She fumed. She didn't know what she was going to do, but he was going to pay for what he did. She would find a way to make him come back to his senses.
Hermione finally reached the large doors. She stuck out her hand to grab the brass door knob but just as she did a larger hand grabbed it first.
She looked up to find her eyes in a swarm of silver. Malfoy was hovering over her making her feel uncomfortably small.
He said nothing simply looking at her for a moment then slowly opened the door for her, waiting for her to enter first.
Hermione nodded as that is as close as a thank you he would get.
She entered the office walking with her head up as she got closer to McGonagall's desk. McGonagall did not look up but kept scribbling on the parchment she was focused on. Hermione took a seat waiting to be scolded. Malfoy joined her only moments later, only hearing the scratching of the quill.
Finally McGonagall stopped as she put her quill back in the ink bottle. She looked up at Hermione and Malfoy
"I must say I wasn't surprised to hear that you Mr. Malfoy would have your wand drawn out at Mr. Weasely as that is how it always is because you can't seem to put back old prejudices," McGonagall said in a cold voice looking over her spectacles at Malfoy.
Malfoy didn't look the least bit sorry.
"But you Hermione Granger," McGonagall said, "Was a surprise."
Hermione lowered her head slightly ashamed, but she was not sorry for what she did either, Ron was being a prat and she knew it.
"Do you two have anything to defend your actions?" She said her voice monotone.
The two stayed silent not wanting to say anything more about it.
McGonagall gave a loud sigh.
"Very well your detention will be to clean the prefects bathroom, usually this is the care takers duty but I informed him of how willing you two would love to do the job," She said with a sarcastic smile that quickly faded, "Perhaps you can as well come to an agreement with putting all this fighting to a rest," McGonagall got very serious as she leaned closer to them, "I'm not going to put up with this ridiculous nonsense any more. This must come to an end, I will spread the word to others including Mr. Weasely." McGonagall said standing up.
"You two must also come up with a truce, it can be whatever you wish but I want you two to set an example for the rest of the school. I don't have to know what it is but you will not be able to leave until you both sign this piece of parchment," She held up a blank sheet on it.
Malfoy suddenly looked interested, "But there is nothing on the parchment?"
"The truce will be sealed with your signature, it will know your truce you don't have to write it down," She said handing the parchment to them.
She waved her wand as cleaning supplies appeared before them.
"And as always no wands, you may leave when the job is done," McGonagall said as she looked back down scribbling on her parchment once again.
"But how will you know that we have?" Hermione asked seeing that she wasn't coming with them.
"I will know," McGonagall said confidently.
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Hermione was filling the bathtub up with water as she poured the cleaning soap into it. It smelled positively delicious she noted as she poured the purple substance in the hot water.
Malfoy and she hadn't attempted to talk to each other. Hermione was to busy trying to figure out how in the world she and Malfoy were supposed to come up with a truce. And what was all that nonsense about setting an example for the school? It wasn't even her and Malfoy who fought this time. It was all Ron's fault the slimy git.
Malfoy was over by the sinks cleaning the base of them with a rag.
She watched him for a moment. He was wearing a black shirt with dark jeans, his muscles flexing as he scrubbed the sink. His face was concentrating on the task and was as calm as she'd ever seen it. She couldn't help but stare at his face in wonder, after everything they had been through these past seven years didn't seem to make any sense anymore.
Suddenly Malfoy looked up into the mirror looking at himself he pause his scrubbing for a moment as he starred at his reflection, but his stare flickered to her through the reflection. He looked at her for a moment with almost a curious look wondering what she was starring at. Hermione froze being caught as she cleared her throat turning back to the tub that was being filled.
But Malfoy threw the rag down into the sink giving a big sigh.
"So what are we going to do about Weasel?" Malfoy said suddenly.
Hermione looked at him like he was crazy, "Nothing you heard was McGonagall said, no more fighting,"
"Do you always do what you're told Granger?" Malfoy said, "He humiliated you in front of the whole class not to mention with Lavender."
He was trying to get her mad, and it was working.
"Ron is just a prat-" She began.
"Granger," He said cutting her off, "We have to come up with a truce, let the truce be about getting Ron back," He said with a serious face.
Hermione was silent for a moment, her brain whirling.
This could actually work…
She stood up coming away from the large tub. She looked at him curiously.
"Ok let's say we do, how would we get him back?" She asked.
Malfoy gave a small smirk as he walked over to Hermione, placing himself unnervingly close to Hermione.
The fumes of the bath tub cleaner were getting stronger as the smell filled the room.
His face was so close that Hermione was going to take a step back if he came any closer.
But he stopped and looked into her eyes.
"We do what he thought we were doing," He said.
"I don't understand," Hermione said confused.
"Look Ron thought that you were using me to make him jealous, What if you really did? What if we became the thing that made him curse the day that he ever broke up with you for Lavender," He said knowing that Hermione wouldn't deny it.
Hermione looked at him crazily for a moment. The thought was intriguing but this was Malfoy!
"What do you get out of this? I get pay back but what do you get?" Hermione asked.
Malfoy looked at her as if she was stupid, "You're not the only one who gets revenge from the actions of stupid weasel,"
Hermione felt shiver go through her. She tried to decide what to do…
She nodded, "Ok I'm in,"
Malfoy held up the parchment and quill, "Should we make it official?"
Hermione nodded as she slowly took the quill.
She began to sign her name as she noticed that red ink was flowing from the quill from out of no where, but suddenly she felt the back of her hand was being cut into as she saw her name being etched onto the back of her hand painfully.
She looked up to Malfoy with wonder, "It's using my blood as ink,"
Malfoy's eyes furrowed, as he took the quill and signed his name. The same red ink flowed from the quill as the back of Malfoy's hand oozed red blood as his name appeared.
He looked at his hand as his face pained.
But as soon as they had signed the parchment the names on their hands went away and the parchment was blank once again.
"I think that was more binding than we thought," Hermione said growing with fear.
Malfoy was silent as he only starred at his hand.
He finally looked at her, "I guess there's no backing out now,"
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The next day Hermione was beyond nervous. She had gotten her best make up on and her hair was gorgeous. She looked in her closet to what could be the best thing she could wear to make someone like Ron miss her dearly, and someone who was hooking up with the Slytherin prince. She finally found an out fit that she thought would do the job. It was a pair of cute shorts with a soft warn tan and white shirt making her looking quite thin. She was ready for this.
She went down the stairs already knowing that everyone was already at breakfast, she did it on purpose.
She made her way down to the great hall in a daze. She started to question if she could do this. What if no one believed it? What if Ron didn't care? But then she knew that it would work, this was Ron with the famous Weasely temper.
But still it scared her; this was going to be hard trying to pretend that she fancied the arrogant prat Malfoy. No matter how good looking he was, she knew that this was all just a game to him. She just hoped that he wouldn't make this any harder than it already was.
But suddenly as she was almost to the great hall someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into a deep door frame. She wanted to scream but stopped herself when she saw who it was. Malfoy.
"Looking good Granger," He said looking and her up and down smirking.
She rolled her eyes, "So how do we plan on doing this,"
Malfoy looked around to make sure that no one was in ear shot.
"Were going to do this with class, were not going to do this like everyone else does, were doing this all the way," Malfoy said to her huskily, "Were not just going to pretend that were dating, we got to make them believe that we are in love, that were head over heals for each other."
"What?" Hermione asked unbelievably.
"It's the only way that we can really get into the skin of Weasely, We got to make this look like it's the real deal," Malfoy said.
Hermione thought for a moment not liking the idea… but he was right. It was the best way to get to him and no one would see it coming. It would shock all of Hogwarts.
"Alright but it needs to be slow to leading up to that or else no one will believe it, we can't all the sudden be in love," Hermione said.
Malfoy nodded in agreement, "Just like a real couple,"
Malfoy suddenly got close to Hermione leaning, "Can you handle this Granger,"
Hermione's eyes pierced his, "With my eyes closed,"
Malfoy smirked, "Then let's do this,"
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Hermione walked into the great hall alone making her way over to her table to make her normal entrance. She went and slid into the seat next to Harry and Ginny, across from Ron and Lavender. But she paid no attention to them as she sat down.
"Good morning everyone," Hermione said putting on her best smile.
"Good morning," Ginny said happily glad to see Hermione happy.
Ron wouldn't make eye contact with her as Lavender glared at her and kept eating, obviously not glad that she was around.
"What did McGonagall make you do for your detention?" Harry asked, "I hope it wasn't too horrible," He shuddered thinking about his experiences with detention.
"Of course it was awful she was stuck with Malfoy for three hours doing who knows what!" Ginny said for Hermione.
"Cleaning the prefect's bathroom was pretty gross," Hermione with a disgusted look but then she put on a sheepish smile, "But being stuck with Malfoy wasn't so bad,"
Ron and Harry choked on their pumpkin juice as the same time.
Ginny's eyes widened, "What do you mean not so bad?"
Hermione smiled on the inside, "You know he's actually not that bad this year, we talked and he's not the usual prat that he usually is, he was actually nice," Hermione watched their facial expressions, they were all falling for it.
"We are talking about the same Malfoy right? Draco Malfoy that was a former death eater?" Harry said looking like she was barking mad.
Hermione nodded, "I know it's hard to believe trust me, I didn't believe it myself at first; I thought it was just an act. But something tells me it's not; he was actually a descent human being," Hermione said pretending to be indifferent.
"You're bloody joking Hermione you're not going to fall for that," Ron said looking at Hermione, "The guy is a jerk, what did he do to make you like him all of the sudden? Compliment your hair?" Ron said with a laugh, "Trust me Hermione he's just messing with you, probably just to get into your pants,"
Hermione knew Ron was a prat, but this? The nerve of him.
"Ron!" Ginny said yelled kicking him in the shin.
Harry shook his head at Ron unbelievably.
"It's ok Gin," Hermione said turning to look at Ron right in the eyes, "it's probably all Ron knows about girls, right Ron?" Hermione said glaring at Ron.
"I've lost my appetite," Hermione said standing up, "I'll see you in potions," She said to Harry.
She stalked out of the great hall as she let out a breath that she had been holding in. She couldn't believe that Ron could be so pig headed. Maybe Malfoy was right, maybe he still does have feelings for her…
Potions class was about to begin later that day. She walked into the class room with her head held high as she found that Malfoy was already sitting down.
She went and sat down closer to him that she usually would, he looked up looking glad to see her.
"How'd it go?" He said in a low voice.
"Pretty well I would say," Hermione said, "He was furious."
Malfoy gave a smirk.
Hermione felt him scoot over closer to her, so close that she could smell his musky forest cologne consuming her. It made her weak in the knees though she'd deny it if anyone asked.
Hermione scolded herself for letting herself think Malfoy was attractive.
She suddenly heard Ron and Lavender's voice enter the room.
"Seriously Ron I don't know why you even worry about it who cares," She whispered to him walking to her seat angrily.
Hermione could guess what they were arguing about but she was being distracted as she noticed that Malfoy was looking intently at her.
She looked at him questioning as someone else came a slid beside her.
It was Blaise Zabini.
"Hello Granger," Blaise said with big smile, "I see you survived detention,"
She smiled at him, "Yes I did, and it wasn't so bad,"
"I'm glad to hear that," Blaise said with an even bigger smile, "So Hermione I was wondering if you were planning on going with anyone on the hogsmade trip next weekend?"
Hermione suddenly realized what he was up to; Blaise Zabini was asking her out.
She panicked not knowing what to say, she wanted to say no but how could she hurt his feelings.
Her pause was almost so long that it was almost obvious when Malfoy spoke.
"I actually already asked her to go with me Zabini," Malfoy said in a smooth voice.
Blaise looked confused, "You did?"
Malfoy looked to Hermione for back up.
She nodded "I said I would go, He asked me last night when we were in detention,"
Blaise gave Malfoy a look of… was it anger?
But as soon Blaise slipped his mask back on.
"Alright," Blaise said a smile coming back on his face, "But were going to do something soon Hermione,"
She nodded, "Of course," She lied.
He smiled and stood up to go back to his potions partner.
Hermione let out a big sigh rubbing her head as he walked away.
"What was that about?" Malfoy said to Hermione almost angrily, "You two have a thing these days?"
Hermione went to defense, "Of course not I'm just as surprised as you are,"
"Look if we want people to believe that we're together, you can be flirting and going off with other guys," Malfoy said strictly.
"You don't have to worry about him Malfoy," She said rolling her eyes.
The professor finally came in to begin the lesson and after that things were pretty regular. He gave out our assignments after a long lecture of the effects of a weeping willow's juices in a potion. Malfoy and Hermione kept sneaking glances at each other. Something about Malfoy being so close was making her head spin.
Working with Malfoy was truthfully not painful, in the slightest. It was scaring Hermione how well they were getting along together, was it the truce they made that made them bond?
When class was finally over Malfoy and Hermione stood up to leave.
But before she could even step away Malfoy grabbed hold of her hand.
It felt like fire was going up her arm as Malfoy touched her. It was like an excitement that she had never experienced from someone simply touching her. She looked up into Malfoy's sliver ones and found they were confident but radiating beautiful.
"Granger," Malfoy whispered in her ear, "Let's throw Weasel for a loop shall we?"
Hermione gave him a confused look but didn't have a chance to respond to him as he pulled her along.
He pulled her outside of the class room and found an empty hallway. He looked over his shoulder before they rounded the corner. He grinned, he was following them.
He pulled her into another deep door frame as he looked at her almost longingly. He was really good at acting Hermione decided.
Then Hermione felt him come so close she could feel his breath on her lips. Her breathing went ragged instantly as he came closer to her.
"Have you ever kissed anyone before?" Malfoy asked suddenly noticing how scared she was.
Hermione nodded silently signaling that she had.
He leaned into her lips softly as he pressed his firm ones on hers. He was instantly on fire. He didn't expect this kiss to have any effect on him whatsoever but his mind was on nothing but her now. He wanted to roam her, explore everything about her. He let his arms slide around her waist; he found that it was smaller than he anticipated. She was so soft and innocent and it made him want her all the more.
She couldn't believe that Malfoy was kissing her. Malfoy of all people, the thing was she found herself enjoying it. She let him kiss her without a single word or gesture to say that she didn't want him to. She felt him wrap his arms around her waste as he continued to kiss her.
But it was all too soon interrupted by a loud voice.
"Hermione?" Ron yelled at the sight.
Hermione and Malfoy jumped apart at the sound pretending to not know he was coming.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" Ron said looking at the couple with an open mouth.
"Were snogging Weasely do you not know what that is?" Malfoy said with a smirk, "I suppose not you've probably never done it properly."
"Get your hands off of her," Ron said icily.
"I wanted it Ron," Hermione said coldly, "Malfoy did nothing wrong so why don't you just stop it and leave."
He looked at Hermione like he had just been slapped in the face. His eyes narrowed.
"Fine, but just a fair warning Malfoy, she's not that great in the sexual department," Ron said smirking.
Something inside Malfoy snapped and he was pinning Ron to the wall with his arm before you could Hermione could blink.
"I swear if you say one more thing like that you will find yourself in the bottom of the black lake," Malfoy said with a deadly low voice. He lowed his voice ever more so only Ron could hear him, "Don't you dare say that about her again, that girl standing over there is one of the sexiest most gorgeous girls in Hogwarts and you gave that up for slut Brown, I wouldn't test that again if I was you,"
He finally let go of Ron letting him breathe.
Ron glared at the two of them.
"Don't say I didn't warn you Hermione," Ron said and left with out a backward glance.
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The next couple of weeks went by in a blur. Malfoy and Hermione were getting more and more popular each day. Everyone could be found whispering about how they saw Malfoy and Hermione flirting in the library, or how they found them snogging in the hallways between classes, or exchanging longing looks from across class rooms. There plan was working brilliantly, everyone in Hogwarts believed that they were going to get together. But soon it would time to be taking it to the next level and call each other boyfriend and girlfriend.
Hermione could tell that Ron was getting angrier with each passing day. Hermione could tell he wanted to talk to her but every time he tried she gave him the slip. She was still hurt by everything that he had done and said and wasn't ready to listen to anything that he might have to say weather and insult or an apology.
It was breakfast time and Hermione was sitting down next to Harry buttering her toast when she heard a racket coming from the Slytherin table with a loud shriek. Hermione knew where that shriek was coming from, that was the famous shriek of Pansy Parkinson.
"When did you lower your standards to that, What would your parents think?" She yelled making a big scene, "I have to find out through someone else that you've been making out Granger!" She fumed.
Everyone's eyes turned to Hermione as she looked blushed. She should have known that Pansy would have reacted like this.
"Well we are over Draco Malfoy, I am breaking up with you," She stated smugly.
Malfoy stood up with a loud sigh, "Pansy I never was with you in the first place. Second maybe I would consider you an option if you didn't go around sleeping with every guy in Slytherin, and third I've told you countless times that we would never work, I'm glad your coming to yours senses and finally just. Give. Up." He stated.
He strode away from her leaving Pansy almost in tears as her girlfriends comforted her saying that it was ok that he was just a bloody jerk anyways.
But Hermione was watching Malfoy as he strode out of the Great Hall. But before he exited he made eye contact with Hermione. He looked at her emotionless for a moment then opened the large door and made his way out.
Hermione stood up excusing herself from the table not carrying if it was obvious that she was running after Malfoy. She wanted to go find him.
She exited the Great Hall ignoring all the laughing and whispers of the scene that Pansy had just caused. That girl really did love attention.
The hallways were mostly empty as she searched for Malfoy. He couldn't have gone that far she thought.
She rounded the corner quickly and came to a stop.
Malfoy was leaning against a large window looking out at the grounds with a glazed look on his face. But his head snapped to her as he heard her round the corner.
He looked away after spotting it was her. He gave a loud sigh, "Go away Granger."
Hermione glared at him, "I was just coming to see if-"
"I'm fine Granger," He said stiffly.
She walked toward him anyway seeing that something that Pansy said had really upset him.
"You know that she's just mad right now, she'll be trying to get you again next week," She said.
Malfoy said nothing only starring out the window.
It finally struck Hermione that Malfoy did this 'get back' thing at not only Ron but to get rid of Pansy. But why go to such extremes just to get rid of her?
She voiced her questions to him.
"You did this pretend relationship not just to get back at Ron did you? You wanted to get rid of Pansy to," She stated.
Malfoy gave a sharp laugh surprising Hermione.
"Her and everything she stands for," He said scoffing.
Hermione's eyes furrowed, "What do you mean?"
Malfoy shook his head, "You wouldn't understand, you don't have a family like mine."
Hermione thought for a moment. It finally struck her that he didn't care that Pansy was mad, it was what she said about his parents.
"I think I do," Hermione stated.
Malfoy looked at her critically, "No you don't, you're a mudblood you couldn't possibly understand," He said coldly.
That statement had opened a contained hatred.
Hermione's face turned instantly vile, "Don't mistake blood status for superiority Malfoy, if that was the case you surely would not be in that class for your lack of propriety."
Malfoy looked at her glaring with an anger she had never seen so strong in his eyes, "You and your Gryffindors clam to hate Slytherin because of our belief that we are better that you. But isn't that itself a contradiction? Do Gryffindors not think they are better than the Slytherins because they are more courageous and virtuous?" He pause for a moment, "So Granger let me ask you this, are we really any different than one another in thinking we are better than the other?"
Hermione looked appalled although apart of her knew he was right, "I do not think myself any better than anyone else."
Malfoy barked a laugh, "You're actions say otherwise and so the actions of your class mates,"
Hermione took a step toward him so he would have to look her in the eye.
"I only judge people according to their actions and character Malfoy… not by the simple fact of their blood line, I get to know them before I do that," Hermione stated coldly.
With that Hermione started to walk away having had said enough.
"Granger," Malfoy called.
But Hermione rounded the corner without a backward glance.