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Characters: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy.
Song: "Come Fly with Me" by Frank Sinatra.
Word prompt: Dramione.
"Fly Into my Arms."
"Come fly with me."
Hermione looked up from her reference book that she had been pretending to read when she had first noticed Draco enter the library. He had grown several inches over the summer, and had clearly been training to be a better seeker. His thin frame had become more athletic. His attitude had also changed. Ever since she had struck him for his cruel and cold comments about Buckbeak and well, everything in general, he had become oddly nice around her. Surely he is up to something, she thought before rolling her eyes. She sounded just like Harry. She shock herself free of her inner rumblings and fixed a small polite smile to her face. "No thank you. I have homework that I need to do."
She had not expected him to let out a snort and collapse down on the chair across from her. No, she expected, and would have perferred for him to leave her alone and let her be with her books.
"You have already proven that you are the Golden Brains of the Golden Trio. I wager you could take your O.W.L.s now and pass them. Well, except for divination. No. Let me finish." Hermione glared at him, closed the book before her and crossed her arms; but, she remained mute like he wished. For now.
"You are a Muggle-born" he couldn't keep the slight sneer out of his voice, although he did not quite pronounce with the same level of disdain like he used to, which astonished Hermione. "I understand that you weren't properly taught how to fly a broom-"
"I made high marks in flying lessons. Just as good as yours, if I might add."
"Yes. But, you usually score higher than me, correct?"
She frowned and pointedly refused to look at him. He was right and they both knew it, but she would be damned if she would admit it to his face.
"As I was saying, you were not properly taught flying." He stressed properly, as he toyed with his broom handle. "I want to help you with that."
To say that she was cynical would have been an understatement of the school year. She studied the sneaky Slytherin across from her.
"What's the catch?" She finally asked.
His smirk was a welcome sight for Hermione. She could handle his smirk without issue, but his smiles would cause unwelcomed butterflies to flutter in unwelcome places.
"Not a catch exactly. No, more of a trade. I help you with embracing your powers while flying, and you'll help me with Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Hermione relaxed and uncrossed her arms. It was common knowledge around the castle that Draco was doing poorly in DADA. Even Professor Snape had scolded him for his poor performance; if he didn't start turning around his scores soon he would certainly fail the course.
"I might consider helping you Malfoy. Might." She repeated stacking the miscellaneous tomes together. It was almost time for the evening feast. "But, I refuse to go anywhere with you, off or on a broom."
"Why? I thought you were sorted into Gryffindor. Where has that famous nerve gone to?" His smirk did not falter as she glared angrily at him, clenching and unclenching her fists.
"It has nothing to do with courage or the lack thereof." she hissed slamming the books down with a bang. "I just do not like you Malfoy. Not know. Not ever. You are a vile and juvenile prat. And, any chance of me helping you with Defense is gone. I would not help you if you were the last boy on earth." And, with that she turned and marched out of the library her chin lifted high in the air.
"I wouldn't bet on it Granger," He whispered studying her retreating figure. "A Malfoy always gets what he wants. Always."
Fini
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A/N: Okay, I admit it. Draco is a little OOC... But, then he would have to be OOC to some degree to want/like Hermione. And, I just could not help myself with the last line. I know. I know. But, maybe like godfather, like godson?
Written for both the iPod Shuffle Challenge and the Every Letter Has A Story Challenge (under week two, the D in DRACO is for Dramione.)