A/N: Yay! More reviews! And this is like my first hp fic ever! Ok, ok anyway…lol once again I shall be writing whatever comes to my mind; apparently this method works the best lol! And to answer a few questions about me that were asked My name is Jenny, I live in NY, I'm a girl and I was born in America but I'm Puerto Rican and well more like ¼ Italian.
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Chapter 4: Milk
The sun finally began to rise on a cold Monday morning…Draco had managed to fall asleep twenty minutes ago, when the sun's golden rays pierced his closed eyes. His brows contracted in discomfort and a low growl was heard, Hermione stirred lightly on her side of the bed as she heard her alarm clock go off for 7:00.
"Shut that blasted muggle contraption off!" Draco growled.
He was super grouchy due to his ridiculous amount of sleep, a whole twenty minutes.
Hermione moaned at the sound of his voice, she had thought last night was all a horrible dream but when she heard that familiar voice, "Granger shut that damn thing off already!" Everything came right back to her in a miserable instant.
Hermione focused her vision and then slapped the top of the clock and shut it off.
"There its off, now shut up will you, I want to sleep." Hermione said taking a pillow and putting it over her head. She managed a good forty minutes of sleep.
"That makes two of us." Draco said as he rolled over on his stomach and tried again to find sleep.
Within five minutes there was a knock at their door.
"Mr. Malfoy! Ms. Granger! Open up!" Came the familiar voice of Ms. McGonagall.
"Noooooo!" Draco moaned with a muffled voice since he was speaking through his pillow.
Hermione sighed, "Why now?"
The knocking continued, "Open up you two! This instant!"
"Granger go and open the door!" Draco ordered as if it were nothing.
Hermione sat up in her bed and looked over at Draco, "Do I look like a servant to you?"
Draco pulled the pillow from his face and looked over at Hermione through groggy eyes, "You're a mudblood, its close enough." He then put the pillow back over his face as he waved with his hand to instruct Hermione to the door.
Hermione glared at him, she then took her wand and mumbled the counter spell for the wall and then she quickly kneed Draco hard in the groin.
"AHH! Shit!" He said as he curled up on the bed, the pillow slid off his face and his eyes were shut tight in pain.
Hermione headed towards the door and laughed at the sight of Draco in excessive amounts of pain, she then swung the door open.
"Ah, finally…what took you so long to open?" Asked McGonagall.
Hermione stared at her with tired pink eyes, "Didn't sleep well last night," she began with a yawn, "so it took me a while to get up."
The Professor nodded and then came a sound of, "Bloody Bitch!" from Draco who was holding his groin still in a lot of pain.
"Ms. Granger what on earth is wrong with Mr. Malfoy?"
Hermione didn't know how she was going to talk her way out of this one, "Um, well Professor you see what happened was…well what I mean to say is that…well it really was-"
McGonagall raised her hand to Hermione to silence her, "Whatever happens in here is not my concern as long as Mr. Malfoy isn't dying I don't really care. I just came in here to let you two know that, as Head Boy and Girl the two of you must always be out and dressed by 7:30 every morning except on weekends and in the Great Hall right before breakfast. No tardiness is allowed otherwise detention for both of you."
Hermione nodded with a fake smile, "Of course Professor."
McGonagall nodded and then took another look over at Draco, "And do see if you can help Mr. Malfoy with whatever is troubling him."
Hermione looked back at Draco and chuckled; she then looked back at the serious face of McGonagall and immediately stopped, "Yes Professor."
"Alright, see you in thirty minutes."
Hermione nodded and then shut the door.
Hermione then nonchalantly walked over to the bed where Draco was slowly beginning to recover from the pain, "So Malfoy, how are we feeling today?" She asked with the biggest smile she had had since she arrived at Hogwarts.
Draco glared up at her with the deepest hate in his eyes and a look to kill, "You-will-pay-for-that."
Hermione looked at him unaffected by his words and she then kneeled on the bed next to him and leaned forward to him close enough that their lips almost touched much like Draco had done to her last night in the tub and she said, "I'm shaking in fear."
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During breakfast in the Great Hall, Hermione sat with Ron and Harry and she looked like she was ready to fall asleep.
"Hermione, you look dead tired, you ok?" Harry asked looking at her concerned.
Hermione's eyes fell open and closed several times, "No Harry, I'm not dead, why?"
Harry and Ron looked at each other curiously, "I said you look dead tired Hermione." Harry said in a slightly louder tone so Hermione could wake up and hear him better.
Hermione straightened up and looked more awake then she had all morning, "I'm fine."
The two of them raised curious brows at her, "Uh huh…so where's your room at Hermione?" Ron asked as he drank some pumpkin juice.
"Its in Hell." Hermione said as she conjured up a cup of tea.
"Say what?" Ron asked. Harry just looked at her with a curious brow raised.
"I never told you two last night, so might as well say it now…Malfoy and I have to share a room for the year." Hermione said too tired to really care.
"Funny how you failed to mention that last night." Ron said looking at her slightly angered by the news.
"So is that why you look like you didn't sleep last night? Trouble with Malfoy?" Harry said with slight disapproval lacing his voice.
Hermione nodded tiredly, "We have to share a bed too. Now before the two of you get a testosterone overload let me finish," she began as Harry and Ron forcefully and silently calmed down, "I placed an invisible wall in the center of the bed, so we could never touch. So that it would seem like we weren't in the bed together."
"I guess it didn't work to well?" Harry asked assumingly.
Hermione sighed, "It worked like it was supposed to, only thing was every time you moved the wrong way in your sleep you'd crash into it."
"So that explains why Malfoy looks just as horrible as you do." Ron said with a laugh finding the whole wall incident funny.
Hermione tossed Ron's pumpkin juice in his face, "Say I look horrible again Ronald Weasely and see what else I'll throw at you!"
Harry and Ron looked at her shocked and slightly frightened, for they knew that when Hermione got mad, she was a force to be reckoned with.
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Over at the Slytherin table Draco had his hand supporting his head as he fell in and out of consciousness.
"Malfoy, why you so tired?" asked Blaise Zabini who sat across from him.
Draco's eyes shot open and he looked at Blaise, "Bad sleep."
"Oh is that all?" Blaise began as Draco looked at him suspiciously, "Cause we all heard that you and the little mudblood over there have to share a room for a year. We all figured you were to busy screwing her last night that you didn't get any sleep."
Draco scoffed, "I wouldn't touch her for anything in the world. You have no idea what its like sharing a room with her and sharing a bathroom is even worse."
"Yea, but you mean to say you'd never do her? I mean she may be a mudblood but its not like she's a hag. We all said if we could we'd do her, she definitely has the looks to please." Blaise said turning to look at Hermione who had just thrown a cup of pumpkin juice at Ron.
"Yea but she isn't exactly fond of Slytherins and she also has a temper." Draco said wincing slightly at the remembrance of the moment when Hermione kneed him in his groin.
"You saying you're scared of her Malfoy?" Blaise asked with a smirk.
Draco looked at him in disbelief of his words, "Me? Scared of the mudblood, what the hell are you on?"
Blaise shrugged, "Then you wouldn't be scared to have her right?"
Draco raised a bored brow up at Blaise, he wouldn't let his thoughts betray him, for he had to admit Hermione definitely had the body, he saw that for himself last night and the thought had crossed his mind. But he could have any girl he wanted. He never wanted Granger…would he ever start?
"I'm never scared to have any girl Zabini, remember that." Draco said as the bell rang, it was time for the first class of the day.
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The first class of the day was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and once again they had a different teacher from the year before, the new Professor had a black cloak on and a large hood covered their face. All the students looked at the Professor oddly as they stood in front of the desk silently, Gryffindor and Slytherin had this class together as well as Potions, Care of Magical Creatures and Transfiguration.
Everyone went to sit down but then they heard the teacher say, "Please stand."
Everyone looked at the Professor with slight fear in their eyes but they did as they were told, "You shall all sit in pairs of three, sit where I point when I…well…point to you since I don't know your names yet."
The Professor began the process, putting pairs of three at a desk; the Professor then quickly pointed again, "You three sit in the third row desk on the left."
Hermione, Harry and Draco sat at the desk as told, with Hermione being forced in the middle since Harry and Draco didn't want to sit next to each other.
Ron was paired with, Lavender and Blaise and he sat in the third row desk on the right so he was across from Hermione, Harry and Draco.
Once the pairings were done, the teacher began to speak.
"You're all seventh years I presume, so there will be no need to discuss the basics. But before I go on to teach any of you anything I need to know your names, so we shall play a little game," began the Professor, still hooded, "When I point to you, say your name, your house and what food or drink you think describes you the best."
Everyone nodded.
"Then let's start with you." They said pointing to Ron.
Ron looked at the Professor and gulped, "Name is Ronald Weasely, I'm a Gryffindor and what describes me best is…uh…carrots?"
The class started giggling, "Why carrots Mr. Weasely?" the Professor asked.
Ron shrugged, as he looked for an answer not really knowing why he said carrots, "Cause they're tall for a vegetable and I'm tall…er…it's the color of my hair…um…yea that's all."
"You forgot skinny Weasel." Blaise said next to him, Ron glared at him and his ears turned red and he clenched his fists.
"Calm down Ron its not worth it." Lavender said as she held Ron's fist and made Ron eventually calm down.
"I want no more side comments from anyone as we go on, is that understood? Now…how about you." The Professor said pointing to Harry.
Harry's eyes widened he wasn't prepared to answer, "My name is Harry Potter, I'm a Gryffindor and I guess I'd say what best describes me is a…uh…banana?"
Again you heard giggles from the class, "So Mr. Potter, why a banana?"
"Well all my friends would know why I guess…cause you have to get rid of what everyone else has said about me before you can see the real me on the inside." He said, not really sure if he was making any sense.
"Ah, so you say people need to get rid of the peels of fame and gossip that surround you before they can see the real you on the inside." The Professor said, seeming to get Harry's point right on the nose.
Harry nodded his head silently.
"Alright then…how about…you." They said pointing to Hermione.
"My Name is Hermione Granger, I'm a Gryffindor and I guess what best describes me is, Butterbeer."
Once again, giggles and laughter.
"Finally someone chose a beverage. Why Butterbeer Ms. Granger."
"Well, I simply know from experience, that if you hang around me for a while its pleasant, but sometimes if you hang around too much I always manage to do something to displease…kind of when a house-elf gets drunk off of way too much Butterbeer. But a few cups at first is all good and pleasant."
"I'll drink to that." Ron and Draco mumbled in unison both unaware of it.
"Alright…why not finish off this pair…you sir, your turn." The Professor said pointing at Draco.
Draco's brows shot up in surprise, 'Why'd the hooded fool have to pick me?'
"Well speak boy." The Professor said impatiently.
Draco began trying to think of something, anything that could be something only he could have describe him perfectly. What was one thing he was known for? He then grinned his famous grin, "My Name is Draco Malfoy, I'm in Slytherin and I think what best describes me is…milk."
"Milk? Mr. Malfoy, why?"
Draco eyed several of the girls in the class before turning to the Professor and with a mischievous grin said, "Cause I do a body good."
The Slytherin guys began praising Draco with laughter, and the Slytherin girls began blushing and giggling, even a few Gryffindor girls were blushing and giggling at Draco's confident answer.
Hermione looked over at him with a look that said, 'I can't believe he actually said that.'
"Hey Hermione keep that wall up every night you hear me?" Harry whispered to her cause just like everyone else in the room he got Draco's point.
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A/N: Isn't Draco the best? If anyone didn't get the whole milk thing then all I have to say is…no I'll be nice. So what did you think? Did you like it? LOL! I DID! So people once again I ask…tell me what you thought of this chapter. Not too much Draco and Hermione interaction…but hey this stuff needed to happen, cause who's the new DADA teacher? Any ideas? Here's a hint, they are in the 5th book so I didn't make them up. Whoever guesses correctly will get a spot in the story, don't know for what chapter yet! Alright let me go…have food to consume! Read and Review! Bye! Oh and um…I won't be able to update next Friday so I'll update the next day on Saturday k, I have a family thing going on Friday that's why, k?
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