Oi! Granger!

HBP COMPATIBLE (TO MY LIKING!)

Chapter VI: Girls and their Feelings

(PTII of T.S.K.)

WARNING: SOME MAJOR FLUFF IN THIS CHAPTER!

Orange River glides through the

Saddle Of the park,

An icy day in March,

Cuts the clouds they push apart

I'd rather be on fire, rather be on fire, fire

G&TH

"HARRY!" Hermione pushed Harry away from her with amazing strength. She then took the back of her hand and wiped it across her mouth, disgusted.

"What? Why are you doing this?" Harry asked, trying to reach out for her, but Hermione slapped away his hand.

"We were friends, then brief lovers, and now we're friends again Harry. You don't know how horrible it was dating you, no offense, but you weren't good," she said, looking at him crossly. Harry sighed in defeat.

"I just wanted to know, if there was something still there. I didn't want you to…go around feeling for me, and was unaware that I didn't see you in that light," he admitted. Hermione touched his shoulder gingerly.

"Ah, Harry. It's about time you start doing things you want to do, and not what others want you to do." She ran her hand down his cheek and smiled. "I want to be your best friend Harry, not your lover. But I do think Ginny's still hung up on you." With that, Harry brightened up.

"Do you?" he asked.

"Yes, I do…I know for a fact, actually."

"Smashing!" he shouted, scaring some of the first years in the library. "Do you think she'd fancy a walk with me to the lake?" he asked.

"I think she will, go ask her. She's in the common room."

"Thanks Mione," Harry stooped to kiss her soundly on the cheek and took off.

Two Days Later:
Draco yawned, clearly tired from the days events. He had spent the remainder of the day writing happily to his mother, straightening his room, and later sat comfortably in his favorite armchair as darkness fell upon the castle. It was a quarter past nine when Hermione had returned to the Tower. Her hair was disheveled, and she was wearing a Quidditch sweater with the letter "R" on it. Immediately, his heart began to squeeze with an emotion that wasn't his own. The feeling of content and happiness filled him. Hermione wrapped her arms around her body, and hardly saw Draco sitting in his seat with a book.

"Draco!" she said with a start. He smiled at her, but it did not meet his silver eyes.

"Granger, running about with Weasley, I see?" Draco tried to keep his voice straight, but it shook with obvious fury. Hermione saw this, and pursed her lips. "I mean, you are wearing his Quidditch sweater and all." Draco secretly wished she was wearing his own, instead of seeing her wrapped in the Gryffindor colors. He wanted her to be wrapped in silver and green…snuggled by his scent and the warmth of the cotton.

"I was cold, it's nearly freezing on the grounds, and Ron gave me his Quidditch jersey!" Hermione exclaimed happily. "It's very comfortable!"

"I can tell, literally," Draco replied, feeling the warmth Hermione was feeling. She smiled.

"Oh, that. I've been hearing your thoughts all day Malfoy, you're rather talkative in your head!" she said. Blood rushed into Draco's cheeks. "Yeah, you're very talkative…and what was that I heard early? You want me to wear your jersey?" Draco's jaw dropped in shock. He watched as she sat across from him in another armchair. "So tell me Malfoy, how would your colors look on me?"

Draco felt like he was tossed into the twilight zone. The glow of her face made her look unreal, and her eyes twinkled with interest. "Well, how come I didn't feel you?" he asked. Hermione again smiled at him.

"Malfoy," she sang, "I have the will to keep some of my thoughts to myself."

"You're being insufferable!" Draco cried.

"I'm being honest. I mean, come on Draco…if you like me, why don't you tell me?"

"Because Granger…I don't like you!"

"But your feelings tell me different Malfoy!" Hermione whispered dramatically. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Well, you know what?! Maybe if you weren't too busy snogging Potter…" Hermione's eyes widened, "…or Weasel for that matter, then maybe you would get out of the mode of 'who likes me, who doesn't like me.' Granger, you're building yourself up for destruction." Draco's smooth tone made Hermione twitch in her seat. She wanted to wrap her hands around Draco's throat and squeeze.

"What do you know Malfoy? I happen to like Harry and Ron equally. They're my friends."

"That you happen to shag?"

"Please, Malfoy. Sod off," she snapped, standing up from the armchair. She walked pass Draco and then found herself thrown onto his lap. "MALFOY!" she cried.

"Listen Granger…you're a creep, and the worst, might I add. If you're not careful, you might just get your feelings hurt…and Potter and Weasley won't be there to help you…you'll be by your lone self," Draco whispered menacingly. It was then that he felt Hermione's emotions…it was small, but he felt the ripple of fear, self-doubt and hate pass her. Her small hands were clenched tightly onto the arm of Draco's chair, and he held her firmly into his lap.

"Be careful, Malfoy?" she retorted, pulling herself from his grasp, "we're supposed to be friends, but you're treating me quite awful. I don't think I can deal with your rudeness…I think we should stay from out of each others way."

Draco tsk'ed at her suggestion, before standing up with her, "Are you threatening me Granger?"

"I believe I am!"

"Then I dare you," Draco hissed, pushing her back a little with his hand. She recovered herself and whipped out her wand.

"Don't touch me!" she cried out, her wand trained on him.

"Don't worry about that, Granger! I won't be walking in Potter's or Weasley's footsteps!" Draco said, turning swiftly on his heel to leave the common room. Hermione stood rooted to the spot, having not been able to sense what Draco was feeling.

"Bastard!" she called out to him, feeling quite empty.

Hermione sat quietly in Transfiguration when Monday came round. She squirmed uncomfortably between Ron and Harry, having sensed the tension building between to two, seemingly over what had happened with Harry's kiss and Ron's jersey. She thought quietly to herself, "maybe Draco's right…maybe I am building myself up for destruction…or my friend's destructions!" She was utterly confused about her two friends though. Her heart ached for Ron, having came to the conclusion that her and Harry was just…well, she had settled that by throwing Ginny in his direction once again. But Ron was energetic, sweet, and understanding. He didn't just agree to whatever to make things easier like Harry. She sighed to herself, remembering just how much she hated Draco being right.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, how nice of you to join us today for class…!"McGonagall exclaimed sarcastically as Draco came strolling into the classroom, giving him an ominous resemblance to Snape as his robes billowed behind him. He smiled grimly at her and took his seat between Pansy and Blaise.

"Well, I would have come sooner Professor, if my superiors would learn to control their students better," Draco retorted, earning a gasp from the classroom. McGonagall's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"How dare you!" she growled. "Twenty points for your tardiness and detention tonight at seven for your sharp tongue, Mr. Malfoy! And this coming from the Head Boy, I'm appalled!" Draco simply shrugged at her punishment. Hermione glared at him from a distance.

Ron snickered, "Malfoy earned a detention, stupid git." Harry smiled, and immediately the tension that was present earlier disappeared.

"He deserves it, he's a horrid prick."

Bloody twat…she just had to ask for a stupid quickie before class…stupid Hufflepuffs.

"Now listen closely! I'll pair you off into groups of three! I want to hear no complaints!" the class groaned, as she cleared her throat. "Okay, Parkinson, Weasley, and Zabini, please pair up…Smith, Bones, and Finch-Fletchley, Malfoy, Potter and Granger…"

Hermione gathered her stuff, and walked over to where Draco was sitting, aware of Harry's hesitant look and Ron's jealous one.

"Granger," Draco said coolly.

"Malfoy," Hermione said with a nodded, sitting quietly in her seat, facing him. Harry sat behind her, dropping his stuff on the desk with a plop.

"I hate this class," Harry whispered into Hermione's ear. Draco saw her close her eyes in exhaustion and the small smile on Harry's face.

"You will be transforming your classmates into the opposite gender…also known as placing a glamour…"

Hermione, for the first time in her life was not paying attention. She watched as Draco's silver eyes widened with shock as McGonagall spoke to the class, having quickly recovered from Harry's whispers. She was jealous at Draco's earlier mental comment, but she kept that to herself.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Granger?" Pansy Parkinson asked snottily, having walked by. Her hand brushed Hermione's back, toying with her hair. Hermione whipped her head around to stare at her. Draco turned his attention to the glaring Pansy.

"Very much, thank you," Hermione sniffed, turning her nose up at the other girl.

"Draco…"

"Pansy…" he said with a confused smile. She returned to her seat besides Blaise, who was snickering behind his hand.

"What was that about, Malfoy?" Hermione shot at him. He shrugged his shoulders, genuine confusion etched on his sharp, aristocratic face.

"I don't know anything about it."

Harry cleared his throat then, having realized that Hermione would get into an argument with Malfoy. "Let's start this project, shall we?" Harry asked.

"Am I casting the spell?" Draco asked. Harry smirked.

"Why? So you can kill one of us? I don't think so!" Harry responded, taking hold of the parchment McGonagall had placed on the table. Draco scowled.

"With your level of intelligence, Potter…you shouldn't talk! You'd kill everyone with a simple spell if Granger wasn't here whispering instructions in your ear!"

"Who do you think I AM MALFOY?! Neville?!"

"Hey!" called a voice from the opposite side of the room. All three of them turned to see a slightly flushed Neville. Harry began to nervously rub the back of his neck.

"Sorry Nev , I got carried away…"

"Yeah, well…" Neville trailed off, giving someone a hard look. Harry followed his eyes and turned to see Hermione twitching in her seat. She was reaching behind her to scratch at the small of her back. She couldn't reach it, so she pulled off her school robe and tried. When she couldn't reach it then, she started squeaking in fear and frustration.

"Help me!" she cried to the classroom. "I'm burning!" Harry and Ron had immediately moved to help her, but when they touched her, their hands burned. Hermione began to scream as she ripped off her school tie, and then her shirt.

The students gasped as they saw the flaming red bra she was clad in. Even Draco couldn't believe the ample bosom Granger had been hiding under that shirt.

"MISS GRANGER!" McGonagall screeched. Hermione jumped up and down, scratching her stomach, and then moved to the zipper of her school skirt, and unzipped it and had it slip down her curvy bottom half, to shock the class even more. She was wearing matching panties.

She was royally flushed with embarrassment, but couldn't stop scratching as she tried to fight the need to unclothe. No one moved, and McGonagall was struggling to talk, having seen her favorite student react in such a manner. Draco jumped up, pulled off his own robes and wrapped it around Hermione. He then pulled out his wand and did a searching spell. It showed that she had been hexed.

"I'll take her to the Infirmary!" he shouted, picking up her clothes and leading her out of the classroom. McGonagall couldn't even approve their departure. By the time she could open her mouth, they were out of the classroom.

Draco secretly thanked Pansy for her horrible acts of being nasty.

Once in the hallway, Draco undid the hex. He quietly pushed her into a hidden hallway and handed her the discarded clothes. He could sense her discomfort and humiliation. She knew he could sense his arousal. "Very nice Granger," he whispered huskily.

"Bugger off Malfoy…can't you tell I've been beaten down enough?" she cried. He was taken aback when he saw real tears forming in her brown eyes. "Now everyone'll know how fat I am! How ugly I am!" she cried, turning and dashing from the hallway. He felt strangely sad as she ran away. But this was his feelings, not hers.

"So when have you started dating the mudblood bitch?" Pansy asked over dinner that night. Draco rolled his eyes.

"I'm not dating her Pansy. What the hell are you talking about?"

"You're very busy around her as of late…"

"She's Head Girl. I have to be busy around her."

"But—"

"I'm done with this fucking conversation. Now if you excuse me, I have better things to do." He jumped up from his seat and turned to leave the Great Hall. He had just enough time to peer over at Gryffindor, where there was no sign of Hermione. He had turned back around to leave the entrance, when he ran into Blaise. Having caught him off guard, Blaise grabbed Draco by the upper arms and pulled him into the corridor.

"Where are you taking me Blaise?" Draco snarled. He was in the foulest of moods.

"Calm down mate, we're almost there."

Draco sighed and allowed for Blaise to drag him up two flights of stairs, until they stopped in front of a shadowy door on the seventh floor.

"What the hell are we doing here Blaise?" Draco asked. He was now pinching the bridge of his nose.

"This is the Room of Requirement."

"Yeah, we used it to get Bellatrix and the Death Eaters in last year…are you trying to tell me we're death eaters again?" Draco trailed off in puzzlement. The other boy rolled his eyes.

"We're not Death Eaters anymore Draco! We helped the Light, or did you forget?"

"No…"

"Okay, so use that pretty blonde head of yours, and think about what I'm about to tell you…you and Granger, alone. In this room. On the bed. Naked."

"BLAISE! I'M NOT GOING TO DO THAT!' Draco roared, stomping away from the boy. Blaise grabbed Draco's elbow quickly.

"Ahh…but you see, I carried out your end of the deal. I shagged Weasley's baby sister, so you HAVE to shag Granger now."

Draco was so caught up in his frustration that he barely heard Blaise say he slept with Weaselette.

"I can't, I just can't do that to her."

"Why not?" Blaise asked stubbornly. "I had to shag Ginerva."

"Who?" Draco exclaimed.

"Weasley's sister!" Draco stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"How did that go?" He was met with a toothy grin from Blaise.

"Mate, she was absolutely wonderful on my cock! I thought I was going to die, literally. She pulled out her wand and started to say all these incantations. I felt like I was floating on cloud-nine. She's a fiery one."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but closed it. He was jealous, of course. "There's nothing to be made of Granger, seriously…I just can't do that to her. Weaselette is a whore, everyone knows that."

"Draco, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. I talked to Dumbledore about the Winter Yule for the graduating class of Hogwarts. It seems like we're going to have a Winter Queen and King. All with nominations, votes, and crowns…"

"Yeah, and?" Draco grunted. He had suddenly taken a keen interest in his nails.

"And…you have to make sure Granger is Winter Queen! If you allowed for someone like Lavender Brown…or worst—Pansy to win, then it would show just bad your reputation for gaining a worthy representative really is."

"Potter could win Winter King."

"You would win by far, Draco."

"I don't know…this has nothing to do with taking Granger's virginity though!"

"YES IT DOES! In order for her to trust you enough, you have to be her boyfriend."

"BE GRANGER'S BOYFRIEND? You're not making sense Blaise!"

"You need for her to love you, and run with you. See, the thing is, in order to win Winter Queen and King; you have to win as couples!"

"Rubbish!"

"Just think about it Draco!" Blaise grabbed the front of Draco's robes. "Not only would you be shagging the tightest hole in the school, you'll also have the smartest, most unattainable girl on your arm at Winter Yule!"

"I see…" Draco said, nodding. Blaise grinned.

"She's gorgeous in dress robes too." Blaise said. "And in red knickers. Imagine how she would look without those knickers. I reckon it's not that hard, eh?"

Upon entering the common room, he was aware that all the lights were extinguished. He was alert as once, as he heard a low rumble come from the couch. The noise grew louder and he quietly made his move towards the couch. He pointed his wand at the curled up creature.

He was about to stun it, when he saw with the dim light of the fireplace, and that it was just Hermione. She was curled up on her side, her pajamas thrown on as if it was done in haste, and a thin throw covered her shivering body. It didn't take long for him to pocket his wand, and walk around the couch to look more closely at the sleeping girl. Her cheeks were lightly flushed, and her hair was tied back into a ponytail, but some of the hair had escaped the band, and had fallen into her quietly snoring face. Draco smiled and appreciated having been able to see her in such an intimate way. He pulled out his wand and pointed the newly lit end of it to the corner where the Grandfather clock stood. It was a quarter to seven, and he knew he'd have to get to detention with McGonagall. With a small sigh, he pulled away from Hermione and exited the common room.

Draco later waltzed into the tower, holding his robe tightly to his chest, a scold permanently marked on his face. It was nearly midnight, and McGonagall had made him clean out her personal closets of objects for Transfiguration, all without magic. He had to take off his robe, and spent well over five hours pulling the rubble out, and rearranging it in a presentable way. He vowed to never speak out against the old wench again. Upon stepping into the common room, his eyes caught on Hermione's now awoken figure. She was still lying on the couch, curled up with her Charms book open and resting beside her. She looked up from the book and smiled at Draco warily.

"Malfoy," she acknowledged. He stopped in his tracks as he looked down at her face. Her hair was out of its ponytail from earlier, and it fell about her face angelically. She smiled up at him. "Is something wrong? McGonagall catch you doing the deed or something while cleaning?" she asked naughtily. Draco's cheeks flashed with a bit of pink, and he bit his lower lip, trying hard to keep his feelings to himself.

He was too late.

"Ah, I thought my hair was nice, too. Thank you." She smiled again. "After the little stunt that Slytherin bitch pulled yesterday, I thought I'd treat myself with a new shampoo. Do you like it?" she asked and turned her attention back to her book. Draco found his voice.

"Shouldn't you being fraternizing with Weasley and Potter, Granger? It's Friday. The Gryffindors need you, do they not?" he asked, walking around the couch and sitting across from her on another. Hermione gave him a tightlipped smile.

"Well, if you must know, Harry is on a date with Ginny, and Ron was here earlier. He brought me some dinner." Draco rolled his eyes and huffed.

"I don't want him in here after hours," he demanded. Hermione gave him an amused smile.

"Oh, is Ickle Drakie-poo jealous of Ickle Ronnikins?" she giggled. Little did Hermione know that all Draco was thinking about was the peaceful look that was on her face earlier when she was resting. He imagined her lips moist and slightly parted, a low rumble of breath escaping. "Does someone have a crush on Mione? Is someone is love with Mione?" she asked completely out of innocence, looking back down at her book. Draco stood up silently and closed the short distance between them and kneeled beside her. She looked up at him, overwhelmed at the feelings she was receiving. She caught a word fall into her head from his, Boyfriend.

"You don't know what you're talking about," he muttered down at her. Hermione squirmed.

"I think I have an idea, Draco Malfoy," she whispered.

"You're absolutely right," he whispered, capturing her lips with his. She gasped, giving him access to inside her mouth. He pulled the thin throw off of her, and placed his hands under the cotton night gown she had worn. It fell to her knees, and she wore nothing under it but matching cotton knickers.

Draco had memorized her pajama outfits.

"Tell me you want me," Draco groaned into her mouth, stroking her thighs. He was still kneeling in front of her. She moaned, but did not answer.

Their manic kissing was brought to a halt when Hermione's Charms book fell to the ground, making both of them jump. She leaped from out of her seat, and covered her mouth, running to her dorm. Draco felt completely shocked by her sudden departure. He wanted to know that he hadn't made a mistake in kissing her, because right now he couldn't feel any of Hermione's feelings.

It's been all of my regrets to live a lie and end upset,

And I remember when peace was a pretty contender.

It's clouded what we know, and I'm losing everything

Hermione slammed her bedroom door shut and leaned her back against it, breathing hard. Her hands trembled as she straightened the front of her dressing gown. She touched her lips tenderly and shivered, closing her eyes lightly. Exhaling, she slid down the door and pulled her legs to her chest. She hated the bond spell, because she knew she wouldn't have kissed Draco, if her emotions were just banking on her own. They were both hers and Draco's emotions combined to make one huge feeling that created their harsh actions. The worst thing about the situation though, was that Draco wanted to be her boyfriend. She'd never had a boyfriend, a real boyfriend before.

She controlled her shivering to a minimal and was startled to hear a light tap on her door.

"Hermione, we need to talk."

She squirmed on the spot and rested her head on the door. "I don't want to talk about it."

It. Exactly what was it? She knew nothing about these feelings prior to the bond spell. They were friends, and now they were heated enemies once more. She lifted herself from the floor when his knocking became heavier. Pulling the door open, she was shocked to see the soft expression lighting up Draco's face. He moved in and cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her puckered lips.

"We were never enemies," he said firmly, "we were immature kids, playing immature games…" his other hand had crept up her back to pull her frame closer to him. She could feel his heartbeat now. "We ignored these feelings, because we were so bent on being friends in the beginning of the year." He took a deep breath. "I like you Granger."

"What happened to the façade?" she asked weakly. She smiled when she saw the grin cross his face.

"Oh my Granger, that was given up quite some time ago. I realized that it's a lot more fun to keep the girl interested, than push her away."

"What about the Hufflepuff?" she asked. Draco gave puzzled look, and then opened his mouth in a silent "oh!"

"She's nothing."

"And Parkinson?"

"Whore," Draco muttered. He pulled her closer. "But you, on the other hand, you're a goddess; those other birds are nothing but rubbish." Hermione smiled again and tilted her head back, waiting for Draco to kiss her. When his lips met hers, it was as if the world melted away, and they were the only two solid figures left.

LEAVE A REVIEW! IF YOU DON'T, BLAISE WILL MANIPULATE DRACO AGAIN, AND THIS TIME CONVINCE HIM TO JUMP OFF OF THE SCHOOL'S HIGHEST TOWER TO FALL TO HIS UNTIMELY DEATH!!!

Are these feelings real?