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Ch. 3
Granger is fucking Head Girl?
He did he not think of this before. She almost beat him in potions for gods sake. Could his life get any worse? Of course not.
He spoke too soon.
Draco sat in his seat next to the Mudblood and waited for her to quit yapping until he vaguely noticed McGonagall pipe up.
"Well Miss Granger, I assure you that it will be a quite comfortable workspace for you and I'm so glad you are excited about the small addition to your quarters. It was after all, your suggestion."
Draco gave off an aura of boredom but was reciting the new Headmistress's words carefully. What new addition?
"Now that you are both here I would like to congratulate the both of you for receiving the highest possible marks in your studies and recommendations from a number of staff including the late Headmaster himself." She paused.
"He assured me and I quote, 'Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy will make a difference at Hogwarts we never could've dreamed or imagined. They will be a dynamic team and an asset to both staff and student body alike'"
Draco looked doubtful and Hermione simply looked upset.
Perhaps a smidgen panicked.
He still had yet to look her way, and for that she was thankful. Surely he will blow up and accuse her of tricking him into helping her earlier or something ridiculous.
McGonagall smiled at her pupils and began to pass them each lists of patrols, meetings, and class schedules for the upcoming semester.
"Now you both better change into your robes, I have to have a quick word with the new DADA professor if you'll excuse me," she stood and turned at the door, "I will have someone waiting to escort you to your tower after the sorting ceremony."
"What about dinner?" Draco inquired, "Professor." He added quickly after catching the older woman's eye.
"You will be dining in your quarters tonight Mr. Malfoy," the Headmistress smiled,"You will need to get acquainted with Miss Granger-as I am sure you both have never had anything but foul words to say to one another, tonight is the night to change that. You are a team now, and I expect you to fulfill your roles as Heads with the utmost understanding that fighting amongst each other is not to get in the way of doing your duties as such."
With her last word she swept from he room in a flourish of black and blue robes.
They both blinked.
Hermione let out a breath after finally analyzing and configuring her Headmistress's statement.
"Sweet Merlin she's long winded.."
Draco let out the quietest laugh. Hermione obviously caught it.
The both froze.
Did I just say that out loud?
Hermione felt a deep blush creep from deep in her chest to burn over her shoulders and splay rudely across her cheeks.
Hermione had yet to move from her spot on the tall winged back leather chair. Tower? There was definitely something in there about a tower. Draco shifted in his seat, almost hesitating standing up and acknowledge the other on the way out.
Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
She stood up swiftly and nodded in his direction.
"Malfoy."
He immediately regretted his decision to not flee from the room as fast as possible. Damn.
Might as well get the fuck on with it.
He stood and turned towards her. As her silhouette filled his view he took half second to notice her navy top, cream mini skirt and toned legs just as hit greeting escaped his lips.
"Mudbl-" He found the words stuck in his throat, chocking him with one glance at his despised enemy.
No fucking way.
The Kings Cross goddess? Granger had turned in his direction upon hearing his initial blunder and squared her shoulders to the tall man.
She felt small standing in front of him- he towered over her even in her platforms. She put her manicured hands to her hips and Draco noticed she set her jaw in a tight grimace, as if prepared to be yelled at, or start yelling. He wasn't sure which.
He was still starting open mouthed at the woman in front of him while he tried to consider the absurd possibility that Granger was the sexy vixen he sort-of met outside the train.
"Is there a problem, Malfoy?"
She had her hands crossed now, perhaps changing positions due to nerves.
He was slightly bruised by her tone but thanked Merlin she hadn't started shrieking at him. However, she sent him a particularly nasty glare and stormed past him to unlatch the compartment door in frustration before hearing him mumble.
"Come again?"
He looked up from burning a hole in the door with his blazing eyes.
"I said, 'there's no problem, Granger'"
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. He had bitten his tongue mid-insult.
Why?
She uncrossed her arms and gave Malfoy a small but confused smile.
"You look different, Granger," he regarded her with a deep firm voice laced with curiosity.
He saw the corners of her mouth lift into a very small half smile... No, he couldn't have this.
Getting branded with the dark mark is one thing, but being friendly towards an inferior creature?
I'm a Malfoy. This just wont do.
"It's pretty incredible, you think that changing your looks a bit will alter the opinions of others? No, you're still a filthy Mudblood."
Her stance became rigid once again, and the remnants of a smile were wiped from her face.
"I expected no different from the great Draco sodding Malfoy," she flicked her tresses over her shoulder and let his insult wash over her.
She continued through the door and left him with a few parting words over her shoulder, "thanks for catching me, by the way."
She smirked and continued on her way without a second glance.
Draco sat brooding in his compartment with Blaise, who was purposfully ignoring him.
It was like he just Knew that Draco was dying to spill his guts and gripe and complain about his situation, and fully intended to make him suffer on his own accord.
The train finally pulled to a stop and Draco raced out of the compartment but giving his friend a chance to catch up.
His eyes scanned the crowd extiting the train and heard the familiar calls of prefects directing traffic and the big huge oaf Hagrid calling out for first years to follow him to the boats. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure ascending the steps with shocking red hair.
Weasley. Where was the weasel and the boy-who-wont-die?
His heart hammered in his chest a big harder as Granger stepped of the train and he Weaslette turned to whisper something to her, causing Her-er... Granger to throw her head back and laugh outright at whatever the taller one said.
He was annoyed with himself for the slight jump he felt in his groin when he noticed her push her sunglasses over her forehead and grin, showing off a small dimple on her right cheek he never noticed before. Damnit. He had to stop.
Hermione Granger is scum. SCUM!
He grunted to himself and his face darkened when Granger walked past him and into the carriage they obviously had to share.
The weaslette was following close behind... What was she wearing?
Blaise was headed his way also, grinning like a fool on christmas.
Draco raised his eyebrows at his handsome friend and heard him whisper as Blaise hooked his hand on his arm, "Red looks bloody flawless...dibs."
Draco shoved Blaise off and gave him a glare. They had caught up to the girls and were waiting for them to climb into the carraige.
Hermione had already disappeared up the step but Ginny was tugging on her skirt, obviously aware that it was ungody legnth up her thighs but attempting modesty when she started up the tall step. Of course Blaise couldnt keep his mouth shut.
"We can look away, if you're worried we are trying to get a free show or something."
Ginny looked a bit sheepish and bit her bottom lip in a guilty grin.
"I'm Blaise. You're names Weasley right?"
He shot her his most dazzling smile and his eyes danced with something she couldn't put her feet on.
"It's Ginny. I think the 'weasley' is understood," Ginny fingered a lock of her hair and twirled it around her finger as she spoke.
Blaise turned to his mate when he heard him cough a little.
"What?" Draco hissed innocently.
Blaise shrugged and turned back to see Ginny reach the top step and duck inside.
Right before Blaise was about to follow, Ginny poked her heard out and gave him a devilish smile.
"Nice shoes by the way..." and her face disappeard from view again.
Blaise turned to Draco and smacked him on the shoulder with the back of his hand. He gave him a look that he knew Draco could only describe as smug.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Alright, fine. Little Weasley is fucking hot."
Blaise closed his eyes and smiled before replying, "Did you see her shirt? Gods, she could be a Slytherin."
He gave a small grunt and Draco couldnt control the noise of disgust that escaped him. Blaise put his hand on his arm as he started up.
"Drake. Don't fuck this up for me. Or for you."
They both sat comfortably in the cabin seats and Draco tried to look everywhere but at Hermione and the redhead.
Hermione sat on the edge on her seat, like a lady-he noticed. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and her knees were together and off to the left. While proper- it did give Draco a great view of her tan smooth thigh.
He let his eyes wonder for a second and immediately snapped his eyes back to the window. He could feel her watching him... Had she seen me check her out?
By now Ginny and Blaise were in full blown conversation so natural and fluid that Draco and Hermione listened in silence. Thankful once again for the tension to be broken by their friends.
"So...Hermione you're head girl, Draco you are Head boy," Ginny gave a big smile and a small clap, clearly trying to drag the two of them into conversation and break the ice.
Some friends they are.
Hermione was the first to speak, "Yes, Ginny."
She nodded and smiled but everyone in the cabin could see her jaw set very tight and her shoulders held a tension she didn't have before. Draco rolled his eyes and was about sneer a sure to be rude remark but Blaise cut him off with a small chuckle.
"I know you two have never exactly gotten along, but I for one think you two have a lot more in common than you think."
The carriage came to a stop and he met Ginny's eyes, "and I have taken. Liking to you, Red. I'm sure the both of you will be round more often?"
He left the question hanging in the air and turned to get down the steps. The rest of them followed with Ginny first, then Draco and Hermione reaching the door at the same time, awkwardly bumping into pne another and mumling things that ddn't sound like 'sorry'.
Blaise turned to the girls as they walked through the archway.
"Well?"
Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and drug her away as she laughed back to the two handsome guys.
"Maybe..."
They walked through the archway and took different paths to the Great Hall for the sorting and then eventually...the house elf would take her to new quarters...with him.
No, her new sodding tower. Hermione briefly wondered if they would have a personal house elf and frowned to herself as she walked along side her best friend.
Her best friend who, surprisingly, was silent.
Very uncharacteristic of Ginny Weasley. She gave her a little nudge and a small smile.
That small action broke her and Hermione was met with full blown Ginny jabber.
"I can't stop thinking how bloody perfect they both are Mione. Oh my Gods... Its just not normal! Did you see his jaw? The perfect bone structure and the most amazing green eyes I've ever seen. Not even Harry had eyes like Blaise. Merlin did you hear how he was talking to me-to us? Ah i could die happy!"
Ginny gave a little twirl as they hit the corridor that lead directly to the Great Hall.
Hermione laughed until her eyes couldnt hold back tears. She wiped her face with her hands and gave a small note to check her mascara. Gods how girly does that sound?
"I'm serious Hermione! Talk to me, what are you thinking right now? I'm going fucking crazy!"
Ginny turned back to her and gave her a hard stare, "I know Draco is a prick to us, but Blaise seems to control him...and...and I like Blaise. I want to get to know a sexy man that wants to get to know me."
Hermione sighed and looked at Ginny straight in the eyes. She seemed to be deciding whether or not to tell her something.
A big secret perhaps?
Of course it is. The 'Golden Trio' always had something that was super secret best friend lockdown private.
She spoke.
"Ginny, I think Malfoy has taken the Dark Mark..."
Her eyes were sad when they regarded her.
Ginny furrowed her brows and shook her head fiercly, "You don't know that Mione! not for sure. Please, please just give him the benefit of the doubt, for me?"
She jutted her bottom lip out and pouted to her older friend.
Hermione laughed but then turned serious, "Ginny, it was confirmed by Professor Snape. He thinks that by some miracle Draco is going to switch sides and become sy 'like him'," Hermione huffed.
Ginny shot her friend an incredulous look, "What? You still don't trust Dumbledore's judgment when it comes to Snape?"
She walked a little back into the empty hall and lowered her voice, "Hermione, do not let those boys affect your decisions. You used to take Dumbledore's word as law...I know that Harry and Ron will always hate Professor Snape and probably Draco and all Slytherins but you know what?"
Ginny's voice had risen To a quiet shout.
Hermione crossed her arms across her chest and nodded, waiting for the punch.
"I am so sick and tired of giving a flying fuck about Harry bleeding Potter!"
Hermione felt her heart brake at seeing Ginny's silent tears.
She lowered her arms and apologized,
"I'm so sorry Gin, I didn't even think! I'm an awful friend to not pester you about what happened with Harry."
Ginny shrugged and gave a smile and sniffle. She brushed her sleeve across her eyes and threw Hermione a genuine smile.
"I'm alright Mione. Harry think he is above everyone else. I know he has the fate of the wizarding world resting on his shoulders and all that rubbish but I honestly dont understand why he stresses about it! It is going to happen at some point or another, just prepare and know remember what you are meant to do!"
Ginny walked to the wall and gave a tired sigh, "I'm just tired of living in the future. I want to live in the Right now!"
Hermione walked next to her and put her arm around her best friend.
"Ok."
Ginny had finished wiping her eyes and tiled her head in confusion.
"Ok?"
Hermione chuckled and made sure her voice was loud and clear, "I think you are right. We are grown women and we cant make mature and intellegent decisions on our own. If you want to hang out with Blaise Zabini then, I want you to. Malfoy is going to take a little warming up before hell be tollerable, I'm afraid."
Ginny laughed, "Please Mione, did you see the way he was looking at you? I thought he was going to burn a hole into your legs, but honestly Hermione, thank you. I have no idea why it means so much to me, but it does!"
Hermione followed as Ginny danced down the rows of tables and they plopped between Neville and Collin at the Gryffindor table.
Little did they know.
Draco and Blaise were on the other side of the corridor and had heard snippets of their conversation.
'I am so sick and tired of giving a flying fuck about Harry bleeding Potter!'
Blaise stopped dead in his tracks and looked to Draco to see if he too had heard it.
Apparently he had.
Draco looked almost...proud! Blaise felt his heart soar, the little weasley was over Potter! She even sounded like she hated him!
That could work at his advantage. With Draco on his team, at least trying to get along with Hermione would greatly help his advantages.
Then- it was so quiet, Draco almost thought he didnt hear it 'ok' he heard the voice he would recognize anywhere, now.
'Ok'?
He felt a small part of his cold heart swell in hopes that maybe she was agreeing with the weaslette.
Maybe she was deciding to accept him, Draco... The enemy.
He shook off this thoughts and continued hus pace with renued vigor.
"Alright Blaise," Draco dropped his head and let out a loud sigh, "I won't fuck this up for you."
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