Chapter 8

~Chimera~

You seem to get along

Two weeks. Two whole weeks. Can you see the joy on my face? Hm...no? Then how about my sarcastic tone of voice? I keep wondering what he's up to.

Keep an eye on Malfoy, he says. How about I keep an eye on him instead of out for him. Way to go, Hermione, I'm surprised you don't have a crush on Voldemort as well.

And how am I supposed to keep an eye on Malfoy? All he does in class is sleep, sleep and pretend not to sleep. I can't very well follow him to his dorm, now can I?

Stupid, stupid Hermione. Why didn't I think of this before? The Marauder's map. 'But don't tell Potter'. Hm… maybe he won't ask.

'Is there anything wrong?'

'No, no, of course not, you know I'd tell you if there was' ha! Won't ask my arse.

'Then why do you need the map?'

'I just want to go to the restricted section, to look at some books, maybe find something that could help us with, you know…those objects' I whisper the last word. Note to self, do some research on the matter, you can't very well be slacking just because you fell in love… shit, fell in love? Way to make matters worse.

'ok, ok. Just be careful, I don't want you getting caught by anyone.'

I roll my eyes, like I could be that stupid.

After another several minutes of persuasion, I finally have the map in my hands, and as I unfold it and whisper the password, ink begins to spread on it, but, after checking it twice, I find something really off, namely, there is no dot with the Malfoy name on it. I stare at it for half an hour, but nothing. I finally give up and go to sleep.

it's been three days now since I started looking for Malfoy on the map, but nothing, whenever I get into my room and draw the curtains around my bed, I open up the map, just to find absolutely everyone there except Malfoy.

On the fifth day, an idea occurs to me. What if instead of looking for Malfoy, I try looking for his sidekicks, Crabbe and Goyle? And wouldn't you know it, where are they to be if not on the seventh floor corridor. And guess what else is on the seventh floor corridor. Yup, the room of requirement, the single room that doesn't appear on the map.

Just to confirm my hunches, I decide to skip dinner the next day, and wait in my bed, with the map, for Malfoy to get up and go his merry way.

And, of course his dot disappeared just as he got to the seventh floor. Perfect, now I just have to find out what he's up to.

For a moment I wonder if I should ignore his advice, or threat, and tell Harry about all of this, but some part of me thinks I should listen to him, he did save me from Malfoy, and he did stay by my side when I needed him to. I don't think he wishes me harm.

On the seventh day, I have to meet Malfoy, for our tutoring sessions again. One hour passes smoothly, with him, reviewing our last lesson and asking me questions, and me checking his homework. There is much to say about someone from reading his work, like, take Malfoy for instance, this clearly isn't his best, because he still doesn't get enough sleep, but even though he sometimes misspells some words, due to tiredness, you can see that his vocabulary is really vast, his speech is precise and catchy, a perfect example of a smart man's work.

After finishing it, I look at Malfoy, again doing a quick test that I made up for him. He keeps rubbing his eyes with his right hand, as his left circles the answers. Eventually, he puts his quill down, and looks at me pointedly, with his dark bags standing out on his pale porcelain skin. He looks left and right to check that no one's there and then back at me. 'If you ever tell anyone, I promise you'll have hell to suffer'

I open my mouth to retort, a perfect reply on the tip of my tongue, when he bends over and pulls a pair of glasses out of his book bag and slips them on.

For a couple of seconds I remain like that, with my mouth forming a ridiculous "o" as the image of Maloy wearing glasses settles in my mind.

'You wear glasses?' I dumbly state the obvious.

'Now what gave you that impression, Granger?' he asks me incredulously.

I fidget in my seat; well it really was a stupid question to ask, no use arguing about that.

He starts reading the test again, so I start watching him again, since I have nothing else to do till he finishes.

He really is beautiful, like all the girls say he is. His hair falls down only scraping the tips of his lashes, his cheekbones are well defined, his eye the most beautiful color (I remember an ophthalmologist telling me that grey eyes were really unique), his skin, as I previously noticed is very pale, porcelain texture. I can't see his body, only his chest and hands, but it's enough to make any girls blood pressure rise.

I really like hands in general. I think they are one of the most erotic parts of a man. The ways a pair of hands can touch you, the things it can do to you…

'Do they really call you the Slitherin Sex God?' What? Where did that come from? I turn around, looking behind me. No, no one there, actually, no one around us within hearing of seeing range. Well that's just awkward, since my mouth is the only one that could release that traitorous thought.

I feel myself shrinking in my seat, like Alice in Wonderland, only not because of a potion, but because of shame.

He slowly lifts his eyes to mine, a lopsided smile on his lips, as though he himself can't believe the question. Well, who's to blame him?

Hm… note to self, lopsided smiles look good on Malfoys wearing glasses.

He links his fingers in front of him and leans back, making himself comfortable.

' Are you asking me if they call me, or are you truly asking if I am the Slitherin Sex God?'

' Oh, it was just a silly question, nothing to analyze here, Malfoy. You know, just checking if people have their facts straight.' Dumb arse answer.

'Well, what can I say, I have to congratulate those people on doing thorough research.'

Arrogant bastard.

'I just don't get it. You're 16…' I say mimicking my confusion with my hands.

He looks at me as though I have a squid sprouting from my ears 'Your point being?'

'Ok, let me put it this way, the girls you sleep with are 16 years old.'

'Granger, I really do not like to repeat myself, but I see that it is necessary. So, listen carefully this time around…Your point being?'

'My point being, Malfoy' I scoff 'that their body is not yet developed, you can't expect me to understand why you'd like to have sex with girls that have tits the size of apples, and flat arses, not to mention that the ones you go for have knives instead of knees and elbows due to their eating disorders.' I let out a deep breath once I'm finished and turn my eyes to look at him just as he bursts out laughing.

'I never expected such an honest reply from you, Granger.' He chuckles 'I guess, the honest and simplest answer is that's it's better than doing it yourself, plus, some of them are attractive.'

'So a guy can't go what, a week without either masturbating or shagging?'

'Granger, you're a smart girl, you know there are different variables involved in that equation. Take for instance me. Bragging aside, I have girls coming at me from every direction, it'd be stupid not to take advantage of that fact. Now take for instance Weasel, I really don't want to think about him doing his stuff, but I gather it's not as often, since he's probably still a virgin.'

'He's not' I slip again. Dam it! What's with the verbal diarrhea?

'Really, now there's an interesting fact? How so…?'

'He cheated on me, with Lavender Brown. Can't say I didn't expect that.'

'So what, he cheated on you because you wouldn't have sex with him?'

'I didn't say that!'

'Your previous inquiry as to why I, person of the opposite sex, find shagging to be important at this age, tells me that you were wondering why he felt the need to cheat, which tells me that either you are a really bad shagg, or that you haven't had sex, and since I already had sex with Brown and I can tell you can't be worse than that, I'll go with option number two.'

Well who dragged the witty Malfoy out of his hiding place?

'ok, so I don't want to have sex, big deal, it's overrated anyway.'

'Liar.'

'Am not!'

'Are too. You can't say it's overrated until you've tried it, in certain circumstances not even then since you might end up with a bloke that knows as much about giving you pleasure as Longbottom knows Potions.'

Giving me pleasure? Hm…getting hot in here…

I clear my throat 'Well, this transfiguration lesson has certainly taken a turn, wouldn't you say?'

'Flustered, Granger? I'm not the one that opened the subject, that I must say I master'

I roll my eyes and gather my things, since it's 15 minutes past my departure time, as I make my way outside of the library, I turn around and giving him a sardonic smile say 'I retract my words, sex isn't over rated, you are, Malfoy'.

a/n: so, this chapter is a little bit longer…so is the time spent looking at a blank sheet of paper trying to write it. Uh, for those of you that write fiction, out there, don't you find it annoying when you know the beginning and you know the ending, but u have absolutely no idea what to do with the in between part? Have any tips and tricks to combat that?

Moving on, hopefully someone is still reading this, and hopefully we have some new recruits (good for you, welcome to the small, but in development family). And, since I'm such a spoilsport I'm gonna tell you that the next chapter is not yet in development, though I have an idea of the next chapter's ending (see the pattern here?), and I along with my colleagues are probably the only people alive on this planet that still have exams…till late july. So… as you can imagine, duty calls. But, since I have the ending to this story, the chances of quitting it are slim to none.

I've written another short story about Draco and Hermione that you can read by clicking my name up there, and I'll post a one shot probably at the same time this goes up, if you want to check it out.

*do not own anything related to Harry Potter*

*English is not my first language so I might make mistakes, sorry for them*

and if I keep writing, my author's note is going to be longer than the chapter, so…knut for your thoughts?