After classes ended for the day, he stomped into the common room that he shared only with Hermione. He had sat in the back of every class he shared with her, sending daggers her way with his eyes. He knew she couldn't see them, but he hoped she could feel them. She had to know he was fuming. That the next chance he had at her alone, she would regret ever considering this. As soon as each class had ended, he would book it out of the classroom, not just to avoid Hermione, but the whole school body. All of which still seemed to think this not only true, but the funniest thing they had ever heard. Morons, the lot of them, for even thinking that he would consider Harry Potter, any guy for that matter, as a suitable mate.
The only funny thing that had happened today, as far as he was concerned, was how ironic it was that he had planned to ruin Hermione's day by making sure she couldn't avoid him. He had spent the whole day ducking her because she had ruined his day. There was a strange sort of irony to it.
What the hell had given that witch the idea to say something like that. She had done it on purpose of course. He was certain of that, the way she had looked at him when he spotted her in the Great Hall that morning. He didn't know she had it in her to be that, for lack of a better word, cunning. Which made her all the more attractive. Which only made him all the more angry with her.
He marched up to his room, slamming the door behind him. He tossed his book bag on the ground near the door, and threw himself facedown on the bed. Deciding that a nap would help him forget about killing the mudblood. At least for a couple of hours.
Later that night.
He woke up, and looked at the time. It was 8:30. How had he managed to miss dinner, again? He sighed, he wasn't all that hungry anyways, and he was not ready to face another crowd of people who thought something he though unthinkable, for himself, at least. He had expected the stares when he came back, his family had been behind the deaths of several people, some of which had to be friends or family of the students here. These stares, however, burned a lot worse than what he had prepared for. He knew it would pass, but his not showing up for dinner, probably just fueled the fire.
He listened to see if her could hear her moving freely around the common room, while he felt trapped in his room. He heard the shower running. Ideas began to run through his head. Wicked ideas, actions worse than he had seen his aunt commit.
Not wanting to miss the oppurtunity fate had thrust upon him, he rushed out of his room and to the bathroom. He checked the knob, locked. He knew she had, she might have a death wish but she wasn't stupid.
"Alohomora" He cast on the knob, he heard the click, but knew Hermione wouldn't over the sound of running water. Then he waited.
Hermione's POV
She turned off the water and reached for a towel. After wrapping it around her figure, she stepped out of the shower. Shaking each foot off as she stepped on the cold stone floor. Cold stone, just like the looks she had been getting from Malfoy all day. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty, although she had tried to convince herself it was less than what he had deserved.
She reached for her brush, which she had left sit on the counter. The next part happened so suddenly, she couldn't even react. She was pinned up against the wall by none other than Draco Malfoy.