Disclaimer- Must I say it? All right: I don't own Harry Potter, just the plot of this story. Happy?
Sorry for the wait! I've just been really busy, and didn't have the time to write, or update. So here's the next chapter!
Over the next few weeks, Draco and Hermione grew closer together, and though they weren't exactly friends, they weren't enemies either.
One day in late November, Hermione was on her way back from Arithmancy, when she decided to go to the library to look up the incantation for a charm she had read about: one designed to mess up muggle communications. She was in a nearly deserted corridor when she saw Pansy Parkinson: school slut and, people said, Draco's lover.
Hermione didn't like the circumstances. Pansy had always disliked her, but lately it had become more of a loathing. Apparently, she had had her heart set on marrying Malfoy and inheriting his money. Hermione's engagement had ruined those plans, and now she was a princess to boot.
Hermione didn't look at Pansy, and walked quickly, not wanting to deal with her at the moment. It didn't work.
"Excuse me, Hermione?" Pansy said in a sickly sweet voice. "Could I talk to you for just a moment?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed, then she nodded. If Pansy decided to try something, she could always jinx her into the next century.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you," here her fists clenched "that I don't know what you're doing to Draco, but it won't work. Draco loves me, and only me. He's only agreeing to the marriage to get the title and the money. Then he'll kill you and marry me! So ha!" Pansy smiled, clearly thinking that she'd won.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "So Malfoy loves you, huh? Has he ever said so?"
"Of course he has! Every time after we have sex."
"You two have sex? That's funny, I could have sworn Malfoy told me that he was still a virgin, and that you had made up all those rumors."
Pansy turned red. "Of course we have sex! Why would I have to make it up?"
"Maybe because he wouldn't lower himself to sleep with a worthless piece of scum like you?" She saw Pansy raise her hand, and before she could think, her own shot out and slapped Pansy hard on the cheek.
Hermione turned on her heel, and walked away, smiling faintly.
"What are you smiling about?" Draco demanded when Hermione walked into the room. "And where on Earth have you been?"
"Nowhere. I just had a little talk with Pansy, that's all."
"That's all? Yeah right. What happened?"
Hermione looked at Draco innocently. "All we did was talk. Oh, and at the end, I slapped her. No big deal."
"You realize this'll make her hate you forever and a day?"
Hermione shrugged. "She would've hated me forever even if I didn't. What difference does it make? At least I'm happy."
"Yeah, for now." Draco muttered, too soft for Hermione to hear.
I know, another short chapter. But I'm a busy person.
Do any of you have ideas for the plot? 'Cause I really don't know where this is going at all. So REVIEW!!