Hey guys! Thank you so much, Maggy Black! It was a huge help, and i will try to slow it down a bit. :) Remember; review, review, review - that's the only way i can get better!
Nearly a month after the sleep-over in Hermione's room, she could feel Draco's change slip - it was slow, but happen. He smirked after a remark; not the good, joking ones, but some of them that actually hurt her. He didn't wave at her in the halls, he passed her looking the other way.
She was certain that something must be up, she was annoyed and stubborn. She wanted to know what was going on in his head, and why in the world he was treating her so badly.
After a rather nasty potions-class (Ron had tried to make his own potion, whih ended up as a black blotch that seared through his cauldron) she caught Draco in the hall with a couple of Slytherins. She was distraught. How in the world would she have a conversation with him like this? her good sense was drowned out by a voice that, much to her dislike, sounded like a drawling Draco.
She stomped over to the group of Slytherins, her hair waving around her head like a halo. She stopped dead in her tracks and placed her hands in her hips while looking into the steel-grey eyes that met her.
"Draco, i demand a word with you. Now." She said, getting a hold of his wrist.
"Granger, i am well aware that i am handsome, but please, do not touch me with your little.. Muddy fingers." He drawled, shaking her hand from his wrist.
She stared. Never, ahd she thought she would hear anybody say that to her again. And for the last month, she wouldn't believe that Draco Malfoy would call her it.
"Fine. I-..." She stopped talking, tears threatening to overflow her eyes. She was angry, but more so sad, and realy wanted to punch the stupid git infornt of her.
"well, Granger, stop crying, or i will get mud on my shoes." He drawled again, with a sadistic smirk to end it. She could not control it - she slapped him so hard across his right cheek, he stumbled back into a wall. She drew her wand.
"i promise you, Malfoy, i will not spill MUD on your precious shoes." She spit on his shoes instead. "And, whenever a baddie nightty comes a long, little boy, crawl back under your own sheets. And one more thing; if you as much as dare to touch me, i will hex you into next week." Her wand was pointing up under his chin, and she pushed it harder up, making him gag a little.
She stormed off, into her room and cried. How did he dare? Here she was, letting her guards down, probably just so he could brag about it to his friends. She cried for an hour, but stopped quickly after hearing the other door close.
She snuck out, not wanting to face him again, and reached for the chocolate in the cupboard she had hidden. When she turned around, she faced him; she stepped back, almost falling over her feet.
"Hermione, I-" She interrupted. "I don't CARE Malfoy! DO YOU THINK THAT I WOULD CARE!? YOU.. YOU BLOODY GIT, YOU ARE, DRACO MALFOY!" She shrieked. "And i will promise you, that i will NOT have my pride stung - i am a Gryffindor, and i will NOT be sad over a sad, slimy.. SNAKE!" She screamed the last, thundering of into her room.
Draco stood a long time in the kitchen. He did not know what to do; his father had messaged him earlier on in the week, and he had not known how to answer.
Draco Malfoy was indeed a boy in trouble; right know, the biggest one was the girl with a wild mane, that just recently slammed her door, locking it.
Hey guys! Sorry it's SUCH a short chapter, but.. I'm actually a bit afraid how this will turn out, so i have to sort it out in my head first. Jeesh, it's my first fanfic. (a real fanfic, not just a smut) and i'm beating my self up about the quality; especially when i'm from Denmark!
But, Review, and i'll get back soon! :D