OI, GRANGER!

HBP compatible to my liking

As usual, I don't own squat! Except the plot, and a very sexy Luke.

Chapter 4: Draco Malfoy and the Gryffindors Stone (Heart).

It sounds by,
Is it any wonder I'm tired?
Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?
Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?
Oh, these days, after all the misery made,
Is it any wonder that I feel afraid?
Is it any wonder that I feel betrayed?

--Keane

"Hi, Hermione!"

Hermione had just rounded the corner on the main floor coming back from a meeting with the Hogwarts Prefects. Draco had told her it was okay to run off and enjoy that last minutes of dinner, as he stayed behind to lock up the meeting room and take away privileges from Prefects who were slacking in their duties. As she checked her watch, she realized that dinner would be over in fifteen minutes, but she had run smack in to Ron.

"Ron," Hermione gasped. She nearly fell backwards, but Ron's strong arms came out to grab her. "You scared me!" she cried, clenching her books to her chest. Her backpack swung heavily on her shoulder as she slouched in his arms. He was holding a wrapped sandwich and other goodies in one hand. He held it out to her.

"I didn't know if you would make it to dinner, so I brought some sandwiches and…um…some other stuff, I saved you a cupcake," he said glancing down at the wrapped food. "Harry was a bit tired, decided to go to bed early," Ron explained, realizing that Hermione's eyes had moved around in search of Harry.

"Oh…" she started, taking the wrapped food from Ron. "Thank you," she whispered, getting on the tip of her toes to kiss Ron on the cheek. Just as she was leaning forward to kiss Ron, Draco came down the corridor, witnessing her display of affection. Immediately his face fell.

"Weasel! Up and about so soon? How's the arm?" He asked with feigned concern on his face. Ron scowled.

"Just fine Malfoy, no thanks to you," Ron replied. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Draco…" she said in a warning tone.

"Hermione…" he replied, his silver eyes growing wide, as if to mock her.

"Why are you being difficult? Ron didn't do anything wrong, see? He brought me a sandwich from the Great Hall," she said happily. Draco frowned.

"What about me? I'm hungry!" he whined. Ron gave him a disgusted look, but Hermione had moved over to Draco, holding up her sandwich.

"We can share, I'll split it when we get back to our Tower," she suggested with a smile. Draco glanced back at an angry Ron; it was that easy to get Hermione's attention focused on him instead of the Weasel.

"That would be lovely, let's go now?" Hermione nodded and took Draco's offered arm, leaving a very angry, very hurt, Ron behind.

Draco had completely zoned out on their meeting. The Prefectsare once again fucking things up, he thought as he doodled an image on his parchment. It was a picture of the Weasel and Potter jumping out of the Hogwarts Express to their timely death. He complimented his handy work with a smile. Hermione was standing beside him, holding her parch pad in her hand. Draco had decided to sit down in his chair, giving Hermione the power and authority tonight. She was literally brimming with disgust and anger as she listed all the Prefects mistakes.

"Who's been shagging in the Prefects bath!" she cried. "No more, okay? We're supposed to be setting an example…Susan, I know that it's your favorite place in the castle, but please take your fun elsewhere!" Hermione snapped, taking her quill and crossing out that bullet point. "Next, the point deductions…it's very important to know that there's a difference between in class wand usage and out of class wand usage! If you see a student with their Transfiguration books, transforming a cup into a hat, there's no need to take away one-hundred points away from their House, Terry!" Hermione was out for blood tonight, Draco thought, as she crossed out yet another bullet point. Blaise Zabini coolly watched her from under his dark eyelids. He shot Draco a smirk, realizing the mutual boredom. He grinned back.

Draco then decided to look up at Hermione. Her usual severe and conservative look was still holding strong, but her amber-colored hair was flowing down her back in a loose ponytail. A year ago, he would have thought it was a messy, dirty brown color, but he soon realized that it was actually a yellowish brown, lighting up her honey brown eyes. She had a deep red bow tied in her hair, making her look delicate and extremely cute. She wore; Draco also realized, her favorite silver small loop earrings, and her sterling silver cartilage loop, too. His breath hitched in his chest as he imagined slowly pulling the bow out of her hair, allowing for a few of the strands of hair to fall into her face, as he brought his lips to hers. He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts as Hermione made a very unattractive noise. It was like she was breathing heavily through her nose, and squawked to display her annoyance.

"I know that you all might be hungry, but it's a price to pay when I've been seeing nothing but disobedience from upperclassmen that are supposed to be setting examples! And the majorities committing these crimes are the Hufflepuffs!" she shouted. "I will hold meetings during breakfast, lunch and dinner if you all don't get on top of things! And no, not each other!" Draco had now cleared his throat, substituting it for his laughter.

"Well, I guess we'll wrap it up here, you all have about ten minutes for dinner, so I advise you all to take the shortcut to the Great Hall…" Draco drawled, picking up his bag and flinging it onto his back. Blaise had stood beside Draco as the rest of the Prefects rushed out of the room.

"Can I have a word, mate?" Blaise whispered. Draco nodded and turned around to see that Hermione was pulling back a few Prefects.

"I need to deduct some privileges from you guys…" Hermione started, but she felt Draco's hand come down on her shoulders.

"Let me wrap it up, Hermione…you should go eat, you must be starving," he said sweetly. Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Draco had clapped her on the back. "There's a good girl…now off you go!" he said, pushing her out of the conference room. "I'll lock up too!" And with a surprised look, she made her way down to the Great Hall. Draco turned his attention back to Terry Boot, Susan Bones and Leo Flint. He cleared his throat.

"No special privileges for a month! Now go away!" Draco growled. The three students jumped and fled from the Conference Room. Draco then turned his attention to Blaise.

Blaise waited until everyone had filed out of the Conference Room,and then came from behind Draco and smiled. His dark pink lips parted to show his gleaming white teeth, one eyebrow rose in silent curiosity.

"Very nice Drakie, very nice…" he started. Draco gave him a triumphant look.

"I know how to handle my minions, Blaise."

"I didn't mean them, I meant Granger." He had started to walk out of the room, leaving Draco to lock it up. Draco then fell into step with Blaise as he made his way down the stairs. "You were practically floating when you stared at her…like a love-struck puppy!" Blaise cooed, slapping Draco's cheek playfully with the back of his hand. Draco scowled and moved away from Blaise's touch.

"Enough of that! I was in no shape or form swooning! Granger made a grisly noise and I stared at her, that's all." They were now coming in to the corridor to Great Hall's entrance. Blaise's face was of extreme seriousness.

"I think you should have her," he said simply. Draco stopped in his tracks.

"What do you mean have her?" Draco asked, his face upturned in confusion. Blaise stopped walking and glared at him.

"You know, ruffle her sheets? Do her in? Make her cream?"

"You're disgusting!"

"This is our game Draco! We put money on these kinds of things, what makes Granger any different from the rest?" Blaise asked. Draco searched his mind to find some reason that wouldn't lead Blaise into thinking he liked Hermione.

"She's Head Girl!" Draco cried.

"And you've screwed all the female Prefects, and possibly some of the boys, too…" Blaise said, giving him a hard look. Draco's face turned up in disgust.

"You're off your rocker! I would NEVER…but…Leo Flint does have eyes to die for…" he said with sarcasm. Blaise rolled his eyes with annoyance at Draco's tone of voice. He knew that anyone who thought Leo Flint cute was blind, deaf and retarded.

"Well…she's…a virgin! I can't do that to her…" Draco started once again, trying to grab at straws now. Blaise sighed.

"Like you've ever cared before. What about all the other virgins? You'd take it, and leave them, have them following you around for weeks until they got the picture…Gods! It's just Granger!" Draco was growing quite cross with Blaise. He tried to think of another reason, and finally came up with a good one.

"Potter and Weasel," he said with a shrug, "I'm not going to kill myself for the likes of a mudblood…" He had won! Or so he thought so.

"Draco, just admit you like her…you like her, and that's why you won't shag her…c'mon mate…admit."

Draco hated looking like a fool in front of Blaise. They had been friends since nappies, his mum being beautiful, sharing some things in common with Draco's mother. Blaise's father had died when he was young, and every other father had died what seemed like an untimely death too. Blaise once deemed his mother with a "kiss to die for," and he was right. Draco himself had seen his own Father swoon under the spell of Blaise's mother, but she would never betray Narcissa. They were too close, like sisters, to have done such a crime. Therefore, Blaise had become the brother Draco never had. But he had to admit, Blaise's strange sense for entertainment was scaring him by the day. He made up him mind.

"I don't like her, and I'll do it! I'll seduce the little Gryffindor, but if I do it before, let's say, winter break, you have to do something for me," Draco bargained. He thought the usual bag of money could do for a break this time.

Blaise smirked, "what?"

"You have to sleep with the Weasel's little sister."

"Why on God's green earth would I do that for?" Blaise asked, a bewildered expression crossing his sharp features.

"We're aiming for the heart, aren't we? We're taking the Golden trio for a ride," Draco laughed. "I'll get the heart of the trio, and you get the heart of Weasel's incompetent body…his baby sister."

"What about Potter?" Blaise asked. Draco shrugged.

"Well, I loathe Potter just as much as the next Slytherin, but I honestly want to get rid of that bloody Weasel! Can't stand him! I just want him groveling at my feet like the bitch he is," Draco said passionately. Blaise nodded in agreement. "And we can do it through breaking his sister's heart, then she'll go running to Weasel, and there's not a damn thing he can do—"

"—but beat me to a bloody pulp…" Blaise interjected. Draco shook his head.

"He wouldn't dare. He's too much of a pussy to fight any other Slytherin but me."

"Deal."

"Fine. Are you coming to dinner?" Blaise shook his head.

"No, I'm going off to bed; I'm well knackered from Granger's bitch-fest. I'll be seeing you later, mate." Blaise clapped Draco on the shoulder, and left in the opposite direction. As he turned the corner, he saw Hermione, leaning on her toes and kissing Ron squarely on the cheek. For some reason, Draco's stomach was swirling in the biggest of twists.

Draco decided to end the day early Friday evening. He retired to the common room in the Head Boy and Girl Tower. Hermione had gone off to the Gryffindor common room to dibble with her minions, and he decided to stretch out on the couch with his favorite book. The fireplace was nearly out when Hermione stumbled back into the darkened common room. Draco was faking sleep when she had hiccupped and walked calmly towards the stairs. When she saw his blonde hair sticking up from over the edge, she walked over to him. She hiccupped again and touched his hair.

"Mal—Mal—foy…" she started, peering into his face. "He sleeps!" she laughed, leaning forward to kiss the top of his head. "Good night then," she began to walk away, when she fell onto her knees, gasping. She held her stomach and shook her head. "Damn firewhiskey…damn Seamus…fifteen points from Gryffindor!" she mumbled andstood, continuing up the stairs. Draco then followed her up later, when he heard her bedroom door shut.

The next morning Draco walked around the Tower's mini library, holding a steaming mug of coffee in one hand, and his Potion's book in the other. He had tried several times to find the appropriate ingredients he needed to make an invisibility potion, as assigned by Snape. It was about eleven in the morning, and Hermione had yet to rise from bed. He didn't feel like walking up to her private quarters, but now that he thought about it, he could use some of her help for the potion. After putting his mug away, he climbed the two stories to her dorm, passing his own dorm, which was on the first floor. He nearly fell backwards when he opened Hermione's door, and saw her sprawled across her bed, still in her uniform and shoes, sleeping. He left her room, and went back to his dorm, opened up his bedside drawer, and pulled out one of many long vials with stoppers. The green liquid bubbled as it slammed against its container. He went back to Hermione's room, and pulled her into a sitting position against his chest. He took the vial and placed it in between her lips, allowing for the substance to slide down her throat. She immediately began to cough.

"What…what…are you doing, Malfoy?" Hermione's naturally arched eyebrows furrowed in anger as she looked down at her disheveled uniform, to her current position against Draco's chest. "What did you give me?"

"It's something for your hangover." She spluttered, realizing that the pain from a morning headache was slowly ebbing away since the foreign substance slid down her throat. She coughed again.

"Thank you! Seemed like yesterday Seamus wanted to introduce whiskey to me…you should see the amount of liquor he has in his trunk! He could be expelled if I turned him in!" Hermione said shrilly. Draco rolled his eyes, watching Hermione move away and cover her knees with her skirt. She then turned frightening eyes to Draco.

"OH GOD! DO WE HAVE CLASS!" Hermione asked, sitting up in her bed.

"No Hermione dear, its Saturday…"

"Oh, thank Gods," she said, looking down at her now folded hands. She then looked back up at Draco, "You…you won't tell anyone about this, will you?" Draco smiled at her, and then shook his head.

"No, never, I promise Granger," Draco said sweetly. "But why would you of all people, pick up a glass of whiskey?" Draco asked. Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

"Oh, I don't know!" she exclaimed. "Seamus was sitting around with Harry, Ron, Dean and Neville…and…and Lavender, Parvati…Ginny…" she said, listing people, "and err, Ginny's friend Rachel…" she when Draco lifted a hand. Draco knew that Hermione had the tendency to never shut up, so he tried to have her keep the story-telling precise.

"The story, please…"

"Oh, yes…okay. Well, Seamus conjured glasses for everyone, and I thought he had taken a jug of pumpkin juice from dinner, but he pulled out the most horrid smelling substance and began filling everyone's glasses with it," she said. She had paused to take in a breath of air. "Well, then that was when I realized what it was, and became extremely frustrated. I took some points away from them, and was nearly kicked out of my own common room! So, Ron calmed me down, and then they started playing, "I Never…" which is a stupid game, but I was nearly drunk towards the end of it. I've never tasted liquor before, and I never will again. I guess I just wanted to try it, I mean, I'm seventeen and I've never had a drink. Even Ginny was experienced in the field of chugging down the liquor. I was like, 'to hell with it!' you know? I just want to learn, and see how it would taste. But shame on Seamus, he had brought down his whole trunk from his dorm down into a corner in the common room!"

"And this game, what is it?" Draco asked, intrigued.

"Well, it was a load of bollocks! It's like, you say something you've never done, and drink up, if anyone else in the game has ever done it, and they drink too. And the questions were so ridiculous! Like, 'have you ever masturbated in class?' or 'have you ever made out with someone of the same sex.' Very bad…of course I've never done any of those things. I've only been kissed a couple of times. Nothing serious," Hermione said dazedly. She was extremely wrapped up in talking that she didn't notice that Draco had sat next to her on the bed. "I suppose I am what they call me," she said sadly, looking down at her hands, "frigid and a bossy know-it-all who'll be a virgin for the rest of her life. Quick! Send me to the nunnery now!" she exclaimed, chuckling sadly to herself. She was then aware that Draco had slipped his arm around her shoulder. He sat Indian-style beside her, and tried to comfort her.

"Come now Granger. You're great. Why would you want to know things like that? Why would anyone want to know how to be an alcoholic, or a slut?" Draco asked kindly. Hermione nodded her head, and rested her weight against him on the bed, her legs tucked under her.

"I suppose you're right," she muttered. "But I see how happy they were. How excited they were. I was so…so…troubled by it all…I'm too bound up. I just want to relax, but I don't know how…I don't know how to just give in," she whispered. Draco had pulled her into his lap now, her head resting on his thigh. "Draco…?" She turned onto her back, so she was staring up at him questioningly, and she then reached up to pull her skirt down, but Draco stopped her hand, and placed it on her stomach. He then placed his hand on her thigh, and began to push her skirt up slightly. Hermione jerked in his lap, trying to sit up, but he held her down firmly. She shot him a violent look. "What are you doing?" she hissed dangerously.

"Loosening you up a bit," he said. He began to massage her thigh, stroking it up and down, and then removed his hands to caress her hips. Hermione moaned in pleasure as Draco touched her. He was moving up her stomach, placing soft kneading into her. He was enjoying massaging her, and he knew she was too. She stretched out in his lap, and accidentally brushed upon his member with her head. He immediately pushed her off, and she rolled over onto her stomach with a plop.

"Malfoy!" she cried out. Draco jumped off her bed and tried to hide the erection she had given him, sheltering his body behind her scarlet red drapes. Damn it all to hell Merlin! he thought. He began to picture Snape in a tutu, twirling in the Potions dungeon and immediately the straining in his pants died.

"I have to go," Draco said, avoiding her eyes. "This was a mistake, me coming in here…" He didn't want to look into her eyes in fear of getting another reaction. Hermione laughed cruelly.

"You're a right bastard! Do you know that?" she asked. "You let me tell you all these things, and then you realize that, 'oh! I'm being too nice to the little mudblood!' then you leave…well…you know what Malfoy? Fuck off!" she cried.

"Fuck you, Granger!" Draco shouted back. He was hurt by her words, and wanted to admit right then that she had given him an erection, and only jumped up from her because of it. It was her fault anyways. "Maybe what everyone says about you is right! You're just too bloody stuck up and bitchy to try or do anything sexy, funny or dangerous!" Hermione began to splutter, shaking her head in disagreement as Draco balled his fist to the side of his body, shaking like a stubborn child.

"Fuck you!" she cried again. She inwardly cursed herself for not knowing more bad words to throw at Draco. "I do those things!"

"You do not! I can't believe I bloody fucking came in here to help you! I just can't see why I'd help someone like you! Me? Being nice? Don't flatter yourself!" Draco didn't know what he was saying anymore. He knew that he was sounding like an idiot, but Hermione blew up at his words.

"I knew you weren't serious about being friends…it's you! Mudblood hating Malfoy! Don't forget to tell your Father I said hi! He'll probably want to hear how foolish you made the token mudblood feel today!" she shouted. Draco flinched at her words.

"Why don't you tell him for me?" Draco shot back. He then realized that his comeback was empty, because she didn't know his father was dead, and the comment wouldn't hurt her as much.

"Maybe I will!" she cried. Draco was now leaving her room, as she pulled her sheets above her head, not wanting him to see the tears that were in her eyes as he slammed her door shut.

"It's hopeless." I'm hopeless, he thought

"Just starting!"

"I don't want to do it anymore. You can still shag Weaslette if that's what you want," Draco said, cutting his waffles in halves. He had pulled four onto his plate, wanting to eat as much as he could in his depressed state.

"Lean up now Drakie!" Blaise cooed, tapping Draco's arm. "Stop with the sad face, honestly!" Draco glared at Blaise.

"I just can't believe how rude she is." Draco plopped half of his waffle in his mouth, chewing angrily before opening his mouth again, "I mean, she mentioned my Father again…really, I should just tell her he's dead!" Draco groveled. Blaise shook his head.

"I thought you said the safety phrase was that he's dead? If you say he's dead to her, she'll remember that she killed him! You told me Dumbledore said it'll send her into a manic-depressed state. I think you shouldn't. I don't like Bossy-Granger, and I sure in hell would not like Suicidal-Depressed-Granger," Blaise murmured, playing with the kippers on his plate.

"No," Draco said, looking across the hall at the empty seat that would have sat Hermione. "No, we wouldn't want that." He realized that Potter and Weasel were sitting down, the familiar space in between them. He suddenly felt bad. She was probably skipping out on a good breakfast because of his immature body. He couldn't get rid of his erection, he just had to push her off like that, he thought wildly.

I'm such a prick, literally.

Blaise choked on his pumpkin juice, drawing Draco's attention back to the Slytherin table. He began to pound on Blaise's back.

"Fuck! Blaise, are you okay?" Draco asked, concerned. Blaise shook his head, and pointed to the entrance. Draco followed his hand, and saw a very stunning, very beautiful girl walking into the Great Hall.

Hermione was a girl of rarity. She kept her hair tied up and hardly down, and when it was down, it was a thick mane of hair. She never wore makeup, and never thought to cover up minor zits when she was a fourth year when they had started to show, either. When she wasn't in her uniform, Draco realized she would wear horrid black pants with a sweater, even despite the weather. Of course, she had muggle pants, but they were respectable, above the waist, and very boring. She wasn't a clothes horse either. She was just Hermione, simple and just very plain.

But today, her hair was pouring over her shoulders in wavy curls, parted on one side, coming out onto her face in a huge sweeping bang, her signature ribbon in place. She was wearing the smallest white tee shirt he had ever seen, with the word "What?" on it. It stretched over her breasts to end just above her belly button. Then, she was wearing jeans, not above the waist, but tight and hip hugging, showing a lot of her toned stomach. Draco never knew how curvy she was. Her hips came out not like regular girl, regular girls had soft curves, distinguishing their differences, but Hermione was well endowed with that recognition of difference. She was sexual looking. Her jeans ended at her knees, and she wore small cloth-like shoes as she walked past a stunned Potter and Weasel. She was coming towards him, and he had suddenly forgotten how to use his voice. The whole Hall had seemed to grow to nothing more than an annoying murmur, and Hermione was getting wolf whistles from some of the boys in the Hall. Pansy and Millicent, who were sitting off to the side of Draco and Blaise, had stopped talking and looked up at the approaching girl.

She stopped in front of Draco and smirked.

"Malfoy, Dumbledore wants a word with us after breakfast. So I'll see you there," she said. She swung around quickly on her heel and walked over to the Gryffindor table, shaking her hair out as she sat in between a shocked Harry and Ron, reaching over to put food on her plate.

Draco had forgotten how to breathe, and was soon coughing like Blaise had. But this time, Blaise was patting him on the back.

"Now, how about that wager?"

IF YOU DON'T REVIEW, DRACO WILL CHOKE ON A LACK OF OXYGEN AND NEVER BE ABLE TO TELL BLAISE TO BUGGER OFF! OH NO! THINK OF HOW HERMIONE WOULD BE! OH GOD!

So please Review! This was an okay chapter, mm? It might seem like my TRFHP, but it's not. This story is definitely different, one being it's a DM/HG fic, and no one is smutty/psychotic. Hermione is "loosening up a bit." But she's still Hermione; please do not see this as OOC. It's all Hermione-ish. Imagine Yule Ball, year four. She's up to the minor transformations, ha.