A/N: Thank you so much! –gives you all virtual cookies- a treat! Anyway, I got nothing to say, so just read on and have a nice day! Oh gosh, that rhymed! XP
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Chapter Four: Unsuspecting Turn of Behavior
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"Dear Diary,"
Hermione started to scribble down on her journal as Ron and Harry was playing Wizard's chess at the opposite of the sofa. She stared at the fireplace, the fire dancing, crackling happily. She sighed in content. She decided to stay in the common room for now, waiting for Malfoy to finish his "business".
"Malfoy was acting weird today. He kept staring at me and winking at me whenever he gets the chance." She remembered the time on the carriage and the time in the Great Hall. "And I find myself staring back, getting lost in his eyes just seeing him as himself not seeing the mask he puts up everyday." She sighed.
"I just hope this doesn't mean that he's plotting some sick twisted plan against me." She frowned. "I mean, he hasn't called me any names yet. He hasn't even harassed Harry and Ron yet." She giggled making the said duo look at her weirdly. Waving them off nonchalantly, she wrote her next thoughts.
"Maybe he's changing." She smiled at the thought of Malfoy changing in to goody-two shoes. "I just hope he is cause this is our last year together but if he doesn't…" She trailed off. "Well this is our last year so it really doesn't matter." She shrugged.
"Hermione!" Harry whined. "Ron just cheated!"
Hermione rolled her eyes in amusement. "Oh guys, don't be so childish." She giggled when Harry threw Ron a dirty look and pulled out his tongue in a 'nyeh nyeh' way. Ron just threw his hands in the air in an innocent way.
"I didn't do anything, mate!" He looked like he was going to burst in to fits of laughter any second now. Hermione raised her brow on him. He laughed, rolling down the floor; clutching his sides.
"Harry, Ron," she stood up. "I'm going to the library to finish our next Potions homework." Harry and Ron stared wide-eyed.
"Snape hasn't given us any homework, 'Mione." Ron began.
Hermione looked at them with an 'I-know-you-twit' look. "I said, next Potions homework." She took her quill and parchment and gave them a wave. "See you guys later!"
She walked through the corridors, thinking about what Malfoy was really on about. She turned a corridor and saw the she least expected. It was…
"Malfoy," She acknowledged. She raised a skeptical brow at him when he didn't respond.
He just stood there, motionless, staring at her. She snapped her fingers in front of him but still didn't get any response. She looked annoyed at the fact that he was just standing there like some kind of dummy on display.
"Malfoy," she snapped. "Come of it, Malfoy."
After a while, he started to twitch and his arms and hands were starting to move slightly. What the heck was happening to the git?
"Malfoy," she said.
Draco's eyes tightly closed shut and opened in haste. "What are you doing here, mudblood?" he drawled.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ahh… I see that we haven't yet grown to the man we want to, don't we?" She retorted back.
He smirked, ah, the ever-popular malicious smirk of his. "And I see that we haven't grown to the woman we dreamt about, do we, you filthy disgusting mudblood." He sneered.
'Now, there's the Malfoy we all know and never cared about,' she thought.
"Oh please," she scoffed. "At least I grew up, Malfoy."
Draco was about to tell her off when Harry and Ron chimed in. "Ah yes, the ferret."
Draco glared at them before leaving them with a superior smirk that says, 'I'm-better-than-you-twits-so-fuck-off'. That was the first time Draco didn't retort back to Harry and Ron's tauntings. How odd, Hermione wondered.
Harry turned to Hermione. "Good thing we followed you or else Malfoy would've bothered you to death." Ron chuckled while Hermione sent them a menacing glare.
"You followed me?" She said lowly, forgetting that there were other students there in the corridor. "Don't you have any trust in me?" She was now yelling. "I'm not your little baby girl, Harry!" she turned her attention to Ron. "And neither do you have any permission whatsoever to be so over-protective over me either."
Harry and Ron looked at her, mouth agape as she continued her outburst. "For heaven's sakes, you guys, I'm not your property! I can handle myself! Haven't I proved that to you guys already?"
She turned her back on them and in frustration, left them there with their mouths hanging. How dare they! They don't own her to act like that. That's why no guy wants to date her.
That left her standing there, contemplating what she had just said. That's why nobody wants her. Then an image of Draco popped from her mind, snickering at her.
"No Granger," She can hear him say. "Nobody really wanted you."
Her heart suddenly ached; she clutched her chest tight. Where had that come from? Had that been true? That nobody really wanted her? She slid down to the floor and sobbed. Holding her head in her hands, bobbing up and down from her cries.
"Nobody wants me," she chanted. "No one will love a mudblood like me."
Draco coincidentally walked in on the unusual scene of Hermione. He jogged towards her and knelt down, patting her in the back. How un-Draco like, he thought. Why is she crying?
"Hey Granger," He whispered. "What happened? Don't tell me its because our little 'fight' a few minutes ago?"
She continued to sob but looked up. She blinked. Had he ask her what had just happened? Was he concerned for her? Is this really Draco Malfoy? The malicious, inconsiderate, obnoxious, a-and… the hottest, finest, oh crap. She was thinking good things now. She shook her head.
"Nothing happened," she sputtered. "Why would you care, anyway?"
Draco froze, then stood up abruptly. "You're right," he glared at her shivering form. "Why would I care on a filthy mudblood like you?" He spat and left her there, looking at his retreating form.
She wiped away the tears that had once again threatened to spill, and stood up. She thought of going to the library as planned but instead headed to their Head common room.
'What if I had let him help me,' she thought. 'What could have happened?'
She ran towards the Head Room and stopped at the portrait of a young woman sitting at a bench near the hut of Hagrid. The woman smiled down at her panting form and said in a sweet voice,
"Password please."
Hermione looked up and smiled back, still heaving an intake of breaths. She then thought that Malfoy hadn't told her yet the password. She grunted. Oh that Malfoy, hope he opens the portrait from the inside.
She knocked on the portrait. "Malfoy? Open up!"
She heard shuffling of feet inside the room, and some other curses. She grinned in spite of herself, maybe he was doing "something" to himself. Wait. No, he doesn't do that. He does that with girls. She frowned. Maybe there's someone inside there with him.
"Malfoy?" She said with uncertainty dripping in her voice.
The portrait opened with a flushed Draco holding a towel on his near naked form. She frowned. She was right. The bastard.
"God, aren't you fast?" She spat. "And don't tell me there's a girl waiting for you inside."
Draco smirked to himself and drawled. "What if there is, Granger?"
Hermione went beet red and growled. "I don't want any girl inside there!" She angrily stomped in the room with determination in her eyes. "Get out!"
A girl with blonde hair from Hufflepuff looked at her in anger. Was Antoinette her name? Yes, that's right, now I remembered. The little witch that Draco embarrassed last year when she was making fun of Hermione. That confused her until now. Antoinette raised her middle finger to her while Hermione was just smiling at her in mock amusement.
"Bitch." The girl hissed at her when she went passed her.
Hermione grinned. "Whore."
Draco watched the exchanging of excessive words with a bemused expression. This girl was quite amusing. He chuckled when Hermione patted her bottom in a mocking way. She changed horrendously over the years.
"So," Hermione began. "How was your uncompleted shagging?"
Draco smirked. "Great, until you purposely walked in on the party."
Hermione lifted a skeptical brow. "There was a party?"
"Not literally, Granger."
"Whatever," she said whilst laying herself on the soft red couch in the middle of the room. Draco only sneered. He walked passed her and went inside the bathroom.
"Don't stay too long inside the bath, Malfoy. I'm gonna use that."
"I'll stay as long as I like, mudblood." His voice rang from the inside.
Hermione grunted. "Git."
She plopped heavily down the sofa and sighed. Well, this was a first. This was really a special day for all of us, she thought sarcastically. Malfoy had just turned into the playful kind.
"Something's up and I'm going to find out what."
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Half an hour has passed and still, Draco was in the bathroom; cleaning himself, he said. He is certainly the most weirdest and self-conscious guy she had ever met.
Tapping her feet impatiently, she knocked on the door. Getting no response, she yelled his name out and tried breaking the door down with her fist.
"Malfoy!" She screeched. "Get out of there this second!"
"Come and get me then."
Hermione fisted the hem of her skirt and twisted it nervously. "Are you, er."
Malfoy's laughter rang from the inside of the loo. "Naked? Would you like me to be honest and go inside?" He drawled.
Hermione was close on losing her patience on him. Well, I already lost my patience an hour ago, she thought wryly.
"Malfoy!"
A few minutes later, the door opened letting out steam go out. A half-naked Draco stepped out of the room with a small towel draped over his lower body. His hair wasn't the usual gelled; it was more malevolently sexy let down, covering his eyes. His body was still soaked with water.
"Yes?"
Hermione gulped what felt like a large bulge in her throat. "Uh, er."
A smirk started to make its way on his face. He ran a hand, almost absently, through his hair making it more enticing.
"What is it, Granger?" He drawled.
Hermione shook her head that brought her out of her reverie. "You inconsiderate bastard!" She spat. "Because of you, I'm late!"
Draco just shrugged. "As if I care, Mudblood."
Hermione shrieked. She took a step towards him and poked him with abandon on the chest. "I," poke. "Hate," poke. "You," poke.
Draco caught her hand before she can poke him again. "Mudblood," he said menacingly. "Don't do that again, ever or I would gladly hurt you back."
He breathed in her scent and found himself wanting to take in more of her. Still holding her wrist in his, he turned her around so her back was facing the wall and lay both palms flat against the wall. He felt her squirm uncomfortably and grinned in spite of himself. The mudblood's scared of him right now.
"Uh, Draco," forgetting that she had used his first name. "What are you doing?"
Draco leaned down towards her neck and breathed in her intoxicating perfume. Jasmine, perhaps? Suits her quite well, he thought. He leaned closer to the skin and nibbled on it. Hermione gasped.
"Draco!"
Draco continued on without giving thought on what he was doing. He kept tasting, licking on whatever part of Hermione he can reach. His hands wandered aimlessly through her shirt and skirt that was on his way. She kept on struggling softly but obliging on his advances and moaned.
Hermione was scolding herself mentally for being so weak but she couldn't help it. Then she heard distant footsteps. She tried to ignore them but she couldn't ignore the knockings through the painting.
"Hermione?"
It was Ron. Oh, my golly gosh! Hermione shoved Draco away from her, unsure of what she was feeling and hissed at him.
"It's Ron, you should hide inside the bathroom."
Draco, still feeling dazed, nodded his head and went inside the room.
"Ron! I'm coming!" Deep inside of Hermione, she was thinking of many confusing things. What had just happened? And why did she feel that she enjoyed every second of Draco's hands on her?
"He's getting a bit more puzzling whenever I'm trying to figure him out."
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