A/N: Here you go. Chapter two. Reviews and constructive crasisam are loved. Enjoy.
I spent that night trying to think of ways to make Granger like me, or at least not hate me long enough to get her into bed. Ii the end, I just went to bed frustrated and hoping something would come to me later. Sadly, morning did not promise to bring me any relief. In fact it was the exact opposite. After staying up late the night before, I overslept. When I woke it was to find that it was already Nine O' clock. Breakfast was now over and students would be shuffling to their first class.
I flung back the covers and attempted to scramble out of bed only to get my legs tangled as I tumbled to the floor. Muttering obscenities under my breath I climbed for my feet and rushed to the bathroom. There I quickly showered, dressed and hurried on to my first class with my hair still dripping.
I slowed from a run to a brisk walk as I approached the potions classroom. Pausing outside the door to dry my hair with a spell. As I pushed open the door it made a long drawn out creaking noise as if to emphasize my tardiness. As I stepped inside I came face-to-face with a round balding old man I assumed to be Professor Horace Slughorn, the replacement for Professor Snape.
"Mr. Malfoy I presume." He addressed me.
"Yes sir."
"I can already tell you are going as troublesome as your father." He shook his head. "Not only are you late, but you also seem to be very unprepared. No text book, not even parchment or quills."
Shit! I forgot all about my supplies. I mentally cursed myself again for oversleeping.
"It seems I am going to have to keep an eye one you." He paused for a moment and turned to address the class, meanwhile I glanced over to see Potter and Weasley smirking from across the room. How I'd love to curse the two of them. I know I already assigned the partners you would have for the year, but it seems that for Mr. Malfoy's sake a change is in order. " He glanced at his chart. "Miss. Granger."
A curly mass of hair popped up in the front of the room. "Yes Professor?"
"I think you will do a fine job of keeping Mr. Malfoy in check."
She looked disappointed. "Yes sir."
He looked back to me. "Well there you have it. Go take your seat next to miss Granger."
As I made my way across the room I couldn't help but think of how lucky I had just gotten. Maybe I could do this after all. But then, I though about the llok on her face, she should have been ecstatic about being my partner, a mudblood like that should know that I deserve respect. I'd have to teach her a lesson later, but for now I buried my rage and told myself to be polite.
As I took my seat next to her I smiled and said, "I can see why he paired us together." She barley glanced at me before turning back to Slughorn. Filthy thing should look at me when I am speaking to her. "You are a model student. Everyone says so."
She sighed and turned to me. "Look, I don't like you and you don't like me," How could I ever? I thought. "no need to be nice to me to get a good grade. You'll get one either way."
It was hard to maintain a clam face. "I'd like to help you." I gave her a smile.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes." Please spare me your sweet talk, Malfoy. Its wasted on me anyway. I'm not going to jepordize my own grade just to mess with yours."
"Id like to earn my grade, if you don't mind."
"Do I really look that stupid?"
Yes.
Her eyes bore into mine. Oddly, I didn't mind it so much. They were a pretty chocolate brown framed by luxurious long lashes. Aperently I was distracted just a moment too long because I heard her sigh again.
"Fine. It couldn't hurt." She opened up her book and pushed it between us so I could read as well.
"Potions is my best won't regret it Granger. "
"Uh huh, sure." Was her only answer.
We spent the rest of the class with our heads bent over her book compiling lists of ingredients we needed to collect. When the class ended she gathered her things and starting stuffing them in her bag. "What ingredients should I get?" I asked.
"I got it under control. Thanks anyway." She swung her bag over her shoulder and before I could protest already joined Potter and Weasly. I moved closer, trying to blend in with the crowd heading for the door.
"Too bad getting stuck with Malfoy." Weasly seemed more amused than sorry.
"Shut up, Ron." Potter glared at his friend. "You okay, Herminone? He hasn't said anything to upset you has he?"
"No I'm okay. And at least he is willing to carry more weight than Ron would."
Potter laughed at this while Weasly just scowled. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Potter answered. "Easy you're lazy." Granger joined in the laughter as the three of them left the room.
"Draco!" I heard a voice calling from behind me. I turned to see none other than Pansy running towards me. I was dreading our reunion all summer, or more dreading her questions, but all the same I put on a smile and went to meet her.
She threw her arms around me enthusiastically. "Hi, Draco. I missed you."
I returned the embrace. "I missed you too." A lie.
She pulled away and her smile turned to a frown. "If you missed me so much then why didn't you return any of my owls?"
"I'm sorry. I spent the holiday sight-seeing with my father. I lost track of time." I lied again.
"Well...okay." She put her hands on her hips. "But next time at least send me one owl."
"You got it." I wrapped an arm around her waist and we left the classroom together. Once outside I informed her that I had to go get my books.
"I'll go with you. " She said.
Can't you just leave me alone you clinging bitch? If I find myself in need of a shag, I'll tell you. I thought to myself but what I told her was very different. " I'd love some company. Especially yours. "
As we made our way back to the dormitory, not a long walk from the potions room thank goodness, she chattered on about how her holiday went. I just smiled and nodded, pretending to listen. Then she mentioned Granger.
"Rotten luck being paired with mudblood Granger." Her nose wrinkled with a discussed look. "You are so much better than that. Stupid Slunghorn has no idea what a mistake me made."
At least it kept me from being pared with you. "No, I don't think so. She is a know-it-all, which of course just makes her even more of a nuisense, but at least she will get me a good grade."
She looked at me like I was insane. "You don't need her to get good marks. You are brilliant on your own. Don't tell me you are starting to believe otherwise."
"Of course not!" I pulled away from her and folded my arms." I know I'm brilliant, my marks already show that. The only reason I am not though of as the brightest in our year is because Granger is such a kiss up. But the point I'm trying to make is that this time I can get good marks and not have to lift a finger."
She smiled. "Perhaps silly little virgin mudbloods like her aren't so worthless after all." She pressed her chest against mine. " All girls like her know how to do is school work. I however, can think of a better way to spend my time."
At least she can make use of her brain. I'm sure she isn't as usefully in the sac though. I grinned, wrapping my arms around her waist. "And what would that be?"
"Showing my boyfriend how much I missed him." She ground her hips against mine.
"I would love to witness all of that built up sexual aggression." I could feel myself getting turned on.
She grinned and took my hand. "Lets go find someplace a little more private then shall we?"
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When lunch came I was so relieved. It had been a very strange day. I'd overslept, I'd been scolded, insulted, turned on, and shaged. I laughed inwardly. And the day is only half finished. I sank into my seat with a sigh.
Blaise looked over to me and talking around a mouthful of food asked. "Rough day?"
"Yeah." I started scooping food onto my plate.
"Heard you got paired with Granger in potions, shag yet?"
"Its only been one day! I may have game but I can't work miracles."
He took another bite and muttered something inaudible while spitting crumbs onto the table.
This made me laugh. " You have no class you know that?"
He swallowed and said, "We have been friends since we were babies and you've been telling me that since you were old enough to understand what it meant. How could I not know?"
I smiled. "Just making sure."
I can't say for sure, but I think that was the day I realized Blaise was one of my true friends. Looking back on it now it should have been obvious. He was there when we were young, before we could could understand the influence our fathers had, and he wad there sporting every stupid thing I did. He even became a deatheater with me, and knowing it was not something he believed in I allowed him to do it. Some friend I was. I'm still trying to make that up to him.