Disclaimer: I do not owe any of the characters in this story.
A/N: Maybe you all should give me some suggestions on how to continue the story.
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(In the dormitory)
Hermione was sobbing on her bed. Tissues were strewn all over the place. The first day was totally disastrous and she is already down for a detention with Snape. What's more, she is a Prefect. She had always hated Draco, but he had gone too far this time. Suddenly, the door opened. Hermione threw the covers over herself and pretended that she had been sleeping all this while.
"Don't try to hide from me. I know you are pretending." Ginny snorted. When Hermione made no move of having any conversation, Ginny muttered, "You leave me no choice then." And with that, she stripped the covers off Hermione. With a yelp, Hermione sat up straight and immediately, she regretted it.
"So you have been crying up here? Just like what Ron had expected, and I guess that brat of a Malfoy was also hoping." Ginny exclaimed.
Hermione seemed to be in a daze, and Hermione knew that Ginny was right.
"I mean, he has never been nice to us Gryffindors, and I bet he is much fed up that he is stuck with you for night duties."
"Well, if he thinks I will ask for a change in partners, he is wrong. No one treats me that way!" Hermione pulled herself together.
"You wanna play rough? You got it!"
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For the next few days, Hermione and Draco waged a war amongst one another, unknown to all teachers. But the students of the respective houses egged them on. Draco will imitate whatever Hermione does while Hermione will go strutting around, as if she owns Hogwarts, getting laughs from the Gryffindors while getting disgruntled looks from the Slytherins. But when Professor McGonagall informed her about her night duty with Malfoy, Hermione was not very looking forward to it. Who knows what Draco might do to her. On the contrary, Malfoy looks overjoyed that they are having their night patrol every Friday.
(On the night of their patrol)
Malfoy swaggered down the stairs, waiting for Hermione to come. He came out with loads of ideas to torment her during the patrol. He was just about to go into greater details when he heard Hermione come down the stairs. Although she looked dreadfully pale, her face was set in a very determined look. Malfoy sneered.
"So can we start the patrol now, Granger?"
He walked off without waiting for her to answer, which suit Hermione well.
"The further, the better. Get away from me, Malfoy!" Hermione thought.
Malfoy, as if reading her mind, slowed down and waited.
"We would have to walk together if we are couples." Malfoy said in a falsely sweet voice.
Hermione made a vomiting action before catching up with him. They walked out to the courtyard, with the full moon in front of them. Malfoy threw a strand of his blond hair behind. Hermione caught sight of that and saw his cold grey eyes with a hint of coldness in it. It was only until then, that Hermione realise how come a lot of girls swooned over him.
"I saw you looking at me, Granger. Enjoying yourself? Course you should be. No other girls could walk with me alone at night here. Consider yourself lucky. I would think this is the luckiset moment you will ever have in your filthy Mudblood life." Malfoy smirked.
"Well, I would have gladly let the others, especially Pansy, if they want this. I swear I didn't beg Lena to pair both of us up." Hermione retorted.
Malfoy's eyes narrowed. "Well, at least I am not that cheap, betraying your friends and everything."
Hermione took a while to register what he was saying, since she wasn't really paying much attention.
"Why, you…" she calmed herself down before continuing, "I never betray my friends! At least, my parents detest evil, while yours are involved in evil itself."
Hermione had gone too far. With a growl, Malfoy pounced on her, and together, they rolled down the slope. Hermione scratched at wherever part she could reach, and in return, getting a punch from Malfoy. When they finally came to a halt, Malfoy had his fingers around her delicate neck.
"Never, ever, insult my parents, you filthy Mudblood! You are not fit to do so! So what if my parents left me in the Manor? It will not be long when my father gets out of Azkaban!"
Hermione winced as she felt his fingers tightened. Suddenly, he loosen his grip. Hermione massaged her neck before standing up, but only to fall again. She had sprained her ankle.
"Well, not so brave after you sprained your ankle? And don't expect me to help you to the hospital wing. You deserve this." And with that, Malfoy walked off, leaving Hermione behind.
Hermione got up, swearing.
"Call himself some kind of gentleman."
She got help only after one of the ghosts, Fat Friar, saw her limping back.
She was sent to the hospital wing, where Madam Pomfrey questioned her. She came out with some dumb story that she stumbled down while talking a walk. Madam Pomfrey looked suspicious but did not question anymore. As she bustled around with other stuffs, Hermione rolled her sleeves up and noticed that she had quite a number of bruises and cuts.
She shook her head and thought grimly about whether she needs to inform Professor McGonagall. She decided not to as Malfoy might think that she is a weakling.
When she reached the common room, almost immediately, Ron and Harry and started hollering and demanding where she had gotten her bruises and scratches. Seeing no use lying to them, she related the whole incident to them.
"Why, that white ferret. He will get it tomorrow." Ron grinded his teeth.
"No. You are not to confront him. I don't want him to think that he has gotten into me."
"And you are just going to get bullied by him everytime?" Harry asked, unbelievably.
"Since when do you know me? I will get back at him, I swear!"
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The next few night patrols went past quite uneventfully, except the time when Malfoy got a punch and a few kicks from Hermione and Hermione getting a few more bruises and scratches. But during one of the night patrol, Hermione finally cracked.
They were near the lake when Malfoy decided to push Hermione into the lake. The wind was whistling therefore Hermione didn't hear Malfoy coming up to her and push her. That slight push was enough to send her flying into the lake, as the grounds were slippery. When Hermione got out of the lake, she was faced with a laughing-to-tears Malfoy.
"So you think you are very funny, pushing me into the waters?" Hermione shivered. "I can tell you, you are not very funny." Her temper grew when Malfoy rolled to the ground, still laughing. She gave a complicated wave to dry her clothes and continued. "You are the most insensitive guy I have ever met, who thinks of himself as a great one! Far much better than others, whom you always despised! You are an asshole who never gives a damn about others, coz you are a selfish git! You have no friends at all and yet you bully them into becoming your so-called friends! I HATE YOU!"
With that, she stormed off, leaving a very amused Malfoy. Hermione had no intentions of getting back to the common room to face Harry and Ron's questions. She rounded the corner and…
"Ooh. Luna, you scared me." Hermione gave a small scream.
"Sorry. Erm, can I ask you? Why is your hair wet?" Luna asked curiously.
"I took a bath." Hermione lied.
"Do you always take bath with your shoes on?"
Hermione looked down and noticed her shoes were wet. Seeing that Luna is the only one person she can relate to without getting angry, she told her what happened. Luna's already large eyes grew larger when she heard that Draco pushed Hermione into the lake.
"I am so frustrated. What is the problem with him?"
"Hermione, I think you should just ignore him. He is making a nuisance of himself. I bet he would be frustrated if you just take his joke lightly."
"I will try, but you don't know that Malfoy boy. He is abnormal."
But as Hermione thought, maybe Luna had been right. Hermione smiled to herself as she walked back to the Gryffindor's common room with a lighter heart.
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A/N: Well, that's chapter 3!