Hermione was alone in the library of the Black Household, which was vast and filled with shelves upon shelves of books. There was a window beside her, showing the street of Muggles as they went about with their every day lives. She was wearing a soft red long t-shirt, a black skirt that moved down just above her knees, black tights and a pair of shin-length black boots. She sighed softly, flicking the page with the tip of her finger. Of course, the book she was reading was 'Hogwarts: A History' her favourite. She was so relaxed, compaired to how she had been in the last couple of days. She was curled up on the dark green sofa, book resting on her knees. Draco Malfoy knocked gently on the open library door, disrupting her peace. She sighed, looking up from her book and to him. He was in a pair of black skinny jeans, an emerald green shirt, and wore a black silk tie loosely around his neck. He meerely smirked.
'Hello again, Granger.' His smirk annoyed Hermione, she just rolled her eyes.
'What do you want, Malfoy?' She asked, pulling a strand of her hair behind her ear.
*That's something girls do when they're nervous...maybe she's nervous? But why would she be, it's only me, unless she harbours feelings for me that is, which I have NO interest in because she isn't a PureBlood she is a M...uggle born...Why did I just say Muggle born instead of M...udblood...* He suddenly felt guilty for thinking it, and he shook his head.
'Oh nothing, I just wanted to see the library, read some books. Because not only you live here now.' He said sarcastically, she frowned deeply.
'Please, don't remind me. I had enough of your constant snoring lastnight.' She said back, smirking her own little smirk. He was shocked.
'I don't snore!' He shouted. She laughed cheerfully.
'Yeah, suure you don't.' She said sarcastically. He shook his head.
'What about you then? I heard you talking in your sleep.'
'So? At least I didn't shake the roof!' She laughed again, it sounded so amazing to Draco that he started laughing too.
They stopped laughing after a little while, Draco picked up a book and sat down. She watched him carefully, every move he made. And then he did something that completely shocked her. He SMILED. He didn't smirk.
'Malfoy!' She giggled softly, her face in awe.
'What, Granger?' He smiled wider, making her grin a lot wider.
'You're smiling! You're actually smiling, not smirking!' She giggled, placing her book to her lap and clapping her hands.
meerely pretending to read a book while what he was really doing was studying her. His head was tilted, his steel gray eyes watching her in curiosity. 'What do you want, Malfoy?' She asked, her voice full of annoyance. He smirked.
'To know what you're thinking. Am I allowed to know?' He asked, the icy-ness of his voice having melted already. Hermione scoffed, frowning softly.
'Why would I let you know? You'd probably go and tell Blaise.'She disgarded him with a flourish of her hand, he frowned.
'And what if I wouldn't?' He smirked softly, flicking a page in his book. He had her stumped, or so he thought. She smirked.
'Then I'm a Flobberworm.' She said simply, smiling.
'Well hello there Miss Flobberworm.' She laughed at this, he grinned, knowing he did that. As he looked at her again, she looked at him. His eyes stared into her warm chocolate orbs, he smiled softly.
*He's actually smiling..not smirking...again...hm..I wonder if I could ask him without him taking the piss out of me.* She thought.
'Draco?' She asked, getting up and placing her book to the table beside her chair. He watched her intensely, biting to his lip. He placed his book down onto the table beside his chair.
'Mhm?' He looked up at her, his eyes curious.
'Did you mean...what you said yesterday?' She asked, Draco could clearly see that she was blushing.
They were both silent, Draco wondering what to say, Hermione wondering what he was thinking. She blushed again and started frowning.
'What did I say yesterday that has you flustered, Granger?' He smirked, getting to his feet.
'You know what you said.' She turned from him, looking to the picture on the wall.
'I don't seem to remember. Maybe you can jolt my memory.' She didn't know what he was up to, so she turned around and leant against the wall.
'You didn't recognize me, you asked if it was 'actually me in this lucious body.'' She air quoted, he frowned.
'Oh that.' He said simply, Hermione felt offended.
'So you didn't mean it?' She said softly, Draco felt bad. He started blushing. Hermione picked up on this.
'I er...' He bit to his lip, placing his hands behind his back. Hermione played along, pretending to still be offended.
'You didn't, did you?' She said sadly, looking down to the floor. She hid her smirk with a small frown.
'Well..I..er...I was...disorientated from the Portkey..' He thought on his feet, and mentally smacked himself for it.
They were both silent, Hermione eyed him cautiously.
'Right. You were disorientated from the Portkey.' She looked up at him, looking deeply into his eyes.
'Yes.' He said it, and watched Hermiones reaction. His face was so serious it humoured Hermione. So much infact, that she burst into giggles, holding her hand over her mouth.
He let her giggle for a bit, then he smiled.
'What's got you giggling, Granger?'
'Your face! Your face is so serious! It's so funny because I know for a fact -she intook a large breath, and continued trying to explain- that you thought you'd hurt my feelings!' She giggled and giggled, doubling over with tears in her eyes.
'I thought I had!' He shook his head softly, he then realized that there was more to Hermione than a simple bookworm. He smirked to himself, sitting down and picking up his book again.
'Malfoy?' She looked at him, biting to her lip in that way that drove him crazy.
'Granger.' He said simply, still smirking to himself.
'Why are you smirking? What've you got planned?' She asked, folding her arms across her chest.
'Nothing.' He said in the same tone, never looking from his book.
'Yes you have. Come on. Tell.' She stepped forwards, right in front of him.
'Why do you assume I have something planned?' He said, flicking the page of his book with his thumb.
'You're an evil little Ferret, who had so many things planned before. In other words, the Vanishing Cabinet in Hogwarts. So why shouldn't I?' She asked softly, frowning.
'You shouldn't because I have changed.' He said honestly, still not looking to her. Which annoyed her, so much in fact, she pulled his book from his grip and placed it behind her.
'Okay, give me a reason I can actually believe.' She said, he got to his feet, attempting to reach behind her to get his book.
'Like I said. I've changed. Believe me or not.' He pulled a hand through his hair, which only now did she notice, that is wasn't straw-like or scraggly, it was smooth, soft and tidy in it's own little way.
'Not being my choice.' She smirked softly, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him to get at his book. She blushed, but kept a hold on his book.
'Watcha going to do Malfoy? To get to your book?' She teased, pushing herself a little more to him. He blushed a tiny bit, but then he regained his confidence. He picked Hermione up at her hips, pushing her up against the wall. She blushed a little more, causing him to get exited.
'Give me my book, or I'll force you to give it.' He growled, his eyes lust filled.
'By doing what? Walling me to death?' She smirked confidently, pulling the book over their heads, wrapping her arms around his neck.
'No, by doing this.' He leant in those last couple of inches, and kissed her lightly on the lips. She bit to his lip slightly,
suprizing him. He licked at her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She obliged, and the kiss deepened. Her cheeks were blushing a bright red, Draco pushed up to her a little more, his hands still on her hips. They pulled away from eachother,
both breathing hard.
She smiled, pecking him on the lips before giving him his book back. She then walked off, her hips shifting from side to side just to tease him.
*You wanna play Granger? Fine. I'll play.*