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Chapter 4

The Prefects Meeting

Hermione ran threw the hallways of Hogwarts in her pajamas in a frenzy. Many people stopped & looked at her curiously as she passed by them.

She could only think of two places to go: one, the Gryffindor Tower, to consolt Ginny. Or two, the Room of Requirement. As she sprinted up a flight of stairs bare foot, she decided that the latter seemed more appealing.

If she explained this to Ginny then she would probably tell Harry & Ron and they would cause a fight before breakfast was over with Malfoy.

As she ran & ran & ran she found herself fighting tears. She needed to be alone. Immediately. Finally she found herself standing in front of what appeared to be a normal wall.

She closed her eyes & paced back and forth in front of it three times thinking of something that she really needed. Breakfast. She needed breakfast. She wouldn't go down to the Great Hall for breakfast today now.

And she would need a uniform & robes & a bathroom. Slowly a door magically was carved into the wall & she bolted inside of the room slamming to door shut behind her.

Inside she found a long table with every breakfast food imaginable, a fresh folded uniform & robes, & a bathroom sink, toilet & shower in the corner of the room.

Hermione didn't know how long she had been there, eating her breakfast & taking a long hot shower, but suddenly the loud chiming of the bell confirming that first period had begun rang throughout Hogwarts.

She decided to pretend that this morning with Malfoy had never occured. In a way it kind of hadn't. He'd only barley brushed his lips against hers. It was hardly a kiss at all.

She took comfort in that thought.

She pulled on her uniform, robes, socks & shoes as fast as she could. Then closed her eyes and thought of her school bag & all her books she needed for the day.

To her left, out of thin air, all her books & bookbag appeared. She grabbed them hurriedly & fled the room quickly to her first class of the day: Potions.

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Draco sat next to Pansy half listening to Snape as he went on about the Polyjuice potion. Pansy's hand half heartedly would rub against his inner thigh now and then, but he showed no eagerness to her invitation.

His mind was elsewhere. There was an empty seat next to Dean Thomas Draco had noticed & knew exactly who it belonged to.

After five minutes into class the door to the dungeon flung open with a loud bang. Every head in the dungeon turned to look at the doorway where a flushed, blushing Granger stood huffing.

She must've sprinted to class. Draco smirked.

"Ms. Granger. How lovely for you to join us. Thirty points from Gyrffindor." Snape snapped said with a twisted smile.

She looked appalled, but kept her mouth shut. She hurried across the room, every pair of eyes still on her and sat down.

"As I was saying-" Snape went on in an icy tone.

Draco looked across the room at Granger. Her back was to him and she was sitting pin up straight, breathing evenly now. Draco blinked twice then looked away from her back to Pansy.

Pansy raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded. A dark glint clouded over Pansy's eyes and she reached her hand down & quietly unzipped his pants.

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At lunch that day Harry and Ron asked Hermione to come and watch them practice Quidditch. She agreed reluctantly. Ginny would be practicing with them too unfortunantely.

But Lavendar & Parvarti both assured her that they would be there too and she wouldn't be by herself. After classes for the day had wrapped up Hermione went up to her dormitory to finish her charms homework and did an hour of patroling.

Dinner that night was a rowdy affiar. The Gryffindor Quidditch team ate as fast as they could then all scrambled down to the pitch to change so they could practice as much they could.

Hermione stayed behind with Lavedar and Parvarti eating her dessert. Lavendar asked her question after question about their charms homework nonstop.

Finally, almost twenty minutes later, the three girls got up from the table and all walked down to the Quidditch pitch.

"Hermione," Parvarti said enthusiastically.

"I learned a new spell yesterday." She continued, staring at Hermione's hair.

"It helps control hair frizz... do you want me to try it on you?"

Hermione could've been offended by this statement and offer, but she was acutally was more preoccupied with the thought that if Parvarti messed it up, what would her hair look like?

"Well... are you sure you know how do it?" Hermione asked her.

"Certainly! I did it on myself this morning see?"

Hermione looked at her hair. It was very soft and angelic looking... and sleek.

"Uhh alright." Hermione agreed.

Parvarti pulled out her wand and waved it twic and muurmured something Hermione's couldn't quite make out. Hermione closed her eyes. She felt her hair fall smoothly around her shoulders and down her back.

She blinked a few times & opened her eyes again. Parvarti ran her hand through Hermione's sleek new glossy hair. Hermione ran her hands through it too quickly.

"Wow," she murmured.

"Thank you Parvarti."

"No problem... it looks beautiful," she said grinning.

Then the three carried on down to the pitch that was surprisingly swarmed with students. Hermione immediately saw why. Gryffindor was not the only team flying fifty feet in the air, another team in green robes was flying too.

She gulped and hurried to sit down next to Parvarti and Lavendar.

"Looks like they're scrimmaging Slytherin," Lavendar said staring up into the orange sun setting sky.

Hermione looked up and recognized a few Slytherins by face, but not name. Then hovering the lowest she noticed Malfoy. He was searching around the pitch avidly, a few feet from Harry.

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Draco hovered nearly sixty feet in the air, probably more searching anywhere for and unmistakable gold speck. Potter kept making fake moves to try and trick him into taking off, but Draco knew better.

He glanced up near the goal posts, and thought he saw it for a moment, but just as soon as he had seen it it had vanished. He flew up a few more feet on his broom and began circling around, watcing for bludgers now.

Potter suddenly took off taking Draco off guard, Draco zoomed after him, but once again it had been a fake and Draco swore loudly at Potter.

Potter just sneered up at him rudely. Draco flipped him off and took off looking around eslewhere. He had been watching for nearly fifteen minutes when there was suddenly another gold glint in the corner of his eye next to the stands.

He started off slowly then with almighty speed zoomed across the ptich. Potter saw him and took off too. Draco reached his arm out and dove aftert he snitch that was now hurdling towards the ground.

Draco lifted up, nearly ten feet from the ground and jumped off of his broom. His large hand wrapped around the snitch in seconds. And then he hit the ground with a loud bone braking sound.

Gasps, cheers and boos erupted all around the pitch. Several people ran to him, the Slytherins while some Gryffindors left the pitch immediately not caring about his fate.

Hermione, Parvarti and Lavendar all stood up in their seats watching to see if he was alright. Hermione heard somebody mutter a countercurse then they saw him stand up with the most smug glance on his face.

The Slytherins went wild and the Gryffindor team all landed neatly on the ground looking angry. Hermoine ran over to Harry and Ron.

"Hey guys, you did well."

Harry was glaring over at Malfoy menacingly.

"Thanks Hermione," Ginny said coming up behind her.

Hermione turned to smile at her.

"I'm surprised that he jumped off his broom," Ron growled.

"Would've thought he'd be too worried about scratching up his pretty boy face."

Ginny giggled and Harry seemed less tense by the statement.

"Well that won't be the fate of the game next week," Hermione said to them.

"You'll definitely beat them. He just got lucky." She reassured.

"What did you do to your hair?" Harry suddenly asked looking at her curiously.

Hermione smiled,

"Parvarti actually-"

"I did a de-frizz charm that I learned from a beauty spell book." She said proudly to Harry.

"Oh... it looks great." Harry admitted smiling.

Parvarti grinned and walked over to him wrapping her arm around his,

"I actually do know some more I can-" her voice trailed off as she led Harry away from them.

Ginny looked put down, but quickly cleared her throat.

"Well I'm going to go change. See you tomorrow at breakfast Hermione." She said waving to her.

Ron followed Ginny waving back at Hermione and Lavendar ran off after Parvarti and Harry. Hermione turned her back on the pitch and began to walk up the grassy slope.

When she passed the Slytherin changing rooms Malfoy was standing outside the door with Pansy wrapped around him kissing his neck. She sneered at them.

Malfoy looked away from Pansy and looked up at her. Their eyes met and she blinked. His eyes flicked from her hair to her face and he sneered evilly at her.

She rolled her eyes and walked away back up to the castle with her shoulders square and her nose up.

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The rest of the week progressed mostly eventfully. Malfoy had made no moves on Hermione, much less spoken to her. Hermione had been regularly doing the de-frizzing spell on her hair in the morning, and she had successfully finished all her weekend homework.

Until Friday evening when the Heads had a meeting with the prefects did all this come crashing down. Hermione was walking down the deserted corridor to the Prefects office which was next to the Prefects bathroom.

She entered the room to find that she was the last to arrive. Even Malfoy was there, sitting at the other end of the table smirking at her for her tardiness.

"Good evening everyone, I'm sorry I'm late." She muttered taking her seat at the other end of the table.

Several of the prefects grunted and shrugged.

"Well this meeting has been arranged chiefly to pass out the new prefect patrolling schedules." Hermione went on.

She pulled out a manilla folder from her school bag and pulled out several pieces of parchment from it. She read off the names on each parchment and passed them to each prefect, each who took them with much aloof enthusiasm.

"Now I've spoken to Professor McGonagall and she says that the next Hogsmeade trip will be next Saturday, a week from tomorrow," she went on.

Nobody seemed to be listening to her she noticed. She cleared her throat.

"Professor McGonagall has also brought it to my attention that the Quidditch match, that is in two weeks time."

Every head, including Malfoy's perked up and looked at her with curious expressions.

"The teachers would like to host a banquet on the Friday night before the first match, dedicated to all the players."

Excited murmurs began to spread amongst the prefects and Malfoy smirked. Hermione looked away from him quickly.

"Well we're going to need to decorate the Great Hall Friday afternoon right after classes, so clear your schedules for that day. No exceptions." She said sternly.

"Now I would now like to hear a full report from each prefect about the past week and their patrolling."

Everyone sighed deeply trying to stifle their groans of annoyance.

"We'll start with you," Hermione said pointing to a prefect from Ravenclaw.

An hour and a half later each prefect had given Hermione a very intimate detailed report, she had taken notes and she was wholly satisfied.

"Well... I think that that's all for tonight... unless Malfoy..."

Everyone looked at him. He hadn't spoken a word the whole meeting.

"Did you have anything that you wanted to add?" Hermione asked in a very business like manner.

Malfoy was chewing on the tip of a pen, looking wholly bored, merely shook his head.

"Right then everyone. Nex meeting is in about a months time." She finished cheerfully.

"You're dismissed."

Everyone stood from the table quickly and rushed out from the room.

Why are they all in such a rush? Hermione wondered aggravatedly.

"Because Granger," Malfoy's deep voice suddenly said.

Hermione jumped, she hadn't realized that everyone had cleared out except for her and Malfoy. Even Ron and Parvarti, the Gryffindor prefects had left.

"What?" She asked confused and not reaching his eyes with her own.

"You wondered why they were all in a rush." He said smoothly.

Hermione looked at him outraged.

"How did you-"

"I'm a skilled occulemence." He replied standing from his chair.

Her heart dropped. He was an occulemence... hecould hear any and everything that she was thinking. She made a quick mental note to be careful what she thought about in front of him in the future.

He smirked at her.

"I heard that, and don't worry I can see straight threw when people try to resist what they're thinking." He said deeply.

Hermione's eyes widened and she stopped putting her things into her bag.

"But the answer to your question is because it's a Friday night Granger. They're running out because you make them waste their time coming to these stupid meeting about things that they don't give a bloody fuck about." He went on.

Hermione glared at him.

"That's not true." She replied crossly turning her back on him to repack her school bag.

"How many of them do you think acutally follow school rules, prefect or not?"

She turned back to look at him angrily.

"They were choosen to be prefects for a reason, by the professors." She answered.

"I trust our Professors' jugement."

"If you only knew the sort of things they do when they're suppose to be patrolling." He said smirking for the millionth time that night.

"Whatever Malfoy. Goodnight."

"Hold it," he said walking up to stand closer to her.

Hermione's blood began to boil.

"You're thinking about that morning in the bathroom." He said quietly.

Hermione turned on him her eyes and nostils flared dangerously.

"As far as I'm concerned that never happened."

"Oh but it did my little tainted Gryffindor. And as it turns out you're aslo a dirty peeping tom." He said, a crooked though attractive smile breaking across his lips.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"It was an accident, I didn't mean anything and I mean ANYTHING by it. I wish I hadn't ever seen it. The same goes for that morning... in the bathroom."

"Your mind would say otherwise," Malfoy replied smartly.

"That is you just trying to flatter yourself." She hissed venomously at him.

"I did not wish to see any of that and I did not... appreciate when you nearly had your way with me!"

Malfoy suddenly took several steps towards her, Hermione took several steps back until her back hit the table and he stood directly in front of her.

"Don't lie to me or yourself Granger." He whispered.

"I-I I'm not!" She shouted breathlessly.

"You lie, and I did not 'nearly have my way with you' no. I certainly would've done much more to you than barely half of a bloody kiss."

Her chest tightened and she gasped. Malfoy smiled evilly and grabbed her arms in his hands tightly.

"Don't touch me!" She hollered.

"Shut that sweet mouth of yours." He said nastily.

"Lemme go!" She growled trying to push against him.

"You wouldn't mind if I had my way with you anyway would you? You've probably been dying for me to fuck you since that night in the common room."

His voice had changed, it became sultry and husky.

"What? NO!"

"Granger relax." He hissed at her.

"If you LET ME GO!"

Draco suddenly let go of her fast, it was almost violent. She stared at him in awe.

"What... why... you..."

"I don't want you to forget what you saw." He suddenly said narrowing his eyes at her.

Hermione absorbed this and barely mangaed out:

"W-why?"

Malfoy walked to the door and opened it,

"Because very soon that girl is going to be you."

And he was gone.

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