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Hermione Granger sat in the great hall at the Gryffindor table. The familiar smells and sounds comforted her from the horrible incident with Malfoy that had happened earlier that day. Hermione looked around the dining hall smiling at all the familiar faces while avoiding the deathly stare from a certain Slytherin.
"Hermione" Ron spoke up his mouth half full of food, "why the bloody hell is Malfoy staring at you like he wants to stab you to death with his wand?"
Startled, Hermione looked up from her plate of food. "Is he now?" she squeaked not daring to meet the steady gaze of the cold gray eyes just behind her.
"Did something happen between you too?" Harry asked in a concerned tone.
"No, no nothing" she replied. "The stupid prat probably just has nothing better to do"
"If you say so…" Harry gently replied still troubled.
"Stupid git… "Ron muttered still stuffing his face with food.
Hermione smiled to herself. Oh Ron… somehow he always made her feel better. After the trio finished eating the three made their way up the grand staircase back to the familiar and inviting Gryffindor common room. After a few hours of chatting, reading and laughing by the fireplace Hermione found herself dozing off on the plush leather couch. Still slightly troubled by the day's events she chose to forget about it once and for all. Her thoughts hazy with sleep she promised herself, Malfoy would never get the best of her.
A few moments after Hermione dozed off Ron got up to head to the Boy's dormitory. "You coming Harry? I'm bushed..."
Looking up at the obviously exhausted Ron, Harry smiled "I'll leave in a few minutes, you go on ahead"
"Suit yourself mate" Ron yawned while heading up the stairs.
After Ron left, Harry turned to look at the sleeping girl beside him. He had always harboured feelings for Hermione. Who wouldn't? She was brave, smart, and beautiful. Unfortunately it was obvious she had feelings for someone else. His best friend to be exact. Noticing that Hermione appeared to be shivering every so slighty, Harry quietly got up from the couch and picked up one of the soft red and gold blankets left out by the house elves. As gently as he could Harry placed the warm blanket over her sleeping form.
"Thanks Ron" Hermione sighed with comfort. Harry's expression saddened as he lightly planted a soft warm kiss on her cheek before heading up the stairs after Ron.
Deep in the dungeons within the Slytherin common room, Draco sat wide awake still pondering his next move. Even as a young boy Malfoy had never taken too well to rejection. He could recall an incident long ago where his father had purchased him his first owl. For some reason, the owl had never taken too kindly to Draco. No matter how hard he had tried to win the owl's trust, his beloved pet simply refused to stop biting and screeching whenever Malfoy had tried to get near it. Eventually Malfoy grew so fed up by the owl's dismissal of him, that he had killed the owl using the forbidden killing curse. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" the young Draco had screamed in range pointing his wand at the owl. That was the first time Draco had ever used one of the forbidden curses, but it certainly wasn't the last.
Bringing himself back to the present, Draco began to maul over the idea of simply using the imperius curse on Hermione. He could bend her to his every will… force her to scream with pleasure as he took her... Shaking his head he decided against it. Using the imperius curse would be effective, but it would be too easy… and besides. What Draco truly wanted was for Hermione to want him with her own free will. To truly desire him without the use of magic or force. He had made his decision. Using his snakelike charm and devilish good looks, he would woo Hermione into loving him and then he would take what was rightfully his. Of course, he himself would never love her back, but he would enjoy twisting her heart and taking pleasure in her body. Draco leaned back and smiled. It was all so perfect he could hear her voice now… "Draco… I need you" Grinning he pictured her on her knees begging for his cock… yes, the next few weeks would certainly be interesting.
Back in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory, Harry lay in his four poster bed staring at the ceiling and thinking of Hermione. How could she be so blind? Ron didn't truly care for her, he was more interested in food and quidditch than he was in girls. Harry, on the other hand couldn't get Hermione off his mind. Groaning Harry flipped over onto his stomach. He was sick of thinking about her every night. Tomorrow, he decided he would confess his feelings for her. Enough was enough. He knew it was a slim chance she would share the same feelings, but he couldn't stand another year of subduing his emotions and watching Ron ignore her. Rolling over to his side, Harry finally closed his eyes and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Early the next morning Hermione was awakened by a first year scurrying out of the portrait hole, no doubt off to cause some sort of mischief. Groaning she turned over to her side. Her whole body was rather stiff from sleeping on the couch. As she sat up she noted that someone had covered her with a blanket. Smiling to herself she hazily remembered thanking Ron and the soft sweet kiss he had planted on her cheek. Blushing she rose from the couch. Could he finally have noticed her constant affections towards him? Almost gleeful Hermione smiled again. Perhaps he was finally returning the feelings she felt for him. Already the day was off to a wonderful start. Excited and cheerful Hermione rushed to the girl's dormitory to fix her hair and get dressed for the day.
About an hour later Ron, Harry, and Hermione made their way down the grand staircase for breakfast. "Oi! Hermione, what's got you in such a good mood?" Ron suspiciously questioned as they made their way across the hallway.
"Oh nothing in particular" replied Hermione while smiling at Ron. "I'm just in a good mood that's all"
Although curious, Harry kept silent. He could barely contain his excitement for that afternoon. He knew he had potions with Hermione then, and it was the ideal time to ask her out without Ron there.
The three sat down at the Gryffindor table just like they did every morning. Ron immediately started piling his plate high with greasy sausages and bacon carefully avoiding anything that resembled a vegetable. Before Hermione could criticize Ron on his poor eating habits, she felt the touch of a cool hand on her shoulder. Looking up Hermione met the calm gaze of a pair of startlingly grey eyes. Shrugging Malfoy's hand off her shoulder Hermione coldly spoke. "And just what do you want Malfoy?" she questioned suspiciously. Malfoy looked down with what appeared to be an almost ashamed expression on his face.
"Listen, Granger. I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday. I was an idiot. Could we please talk about it? I want to make it up to you."
Shocked by the realistic sounding sincerity in his voice Hermione nodded her head without thinking. Before she could properly form an answer, Draco walked off calling over his shoulder "I'll meet you in the library at lunch."
Furious with herself for even talking to him Hermione viciously stabbed her eggs ignoring the shocked looks from both Ron and Harry. Before they could open their mouths to question her, Hermione stormed off intent on giving Malfoy a piece of her mind. Unfortunately Malfoy was long gone by the time Hermione exited the dining hall. She had no choice... She would have to meet with him at lunch in library to make sure he knew that there was no chance of them ever being friends. At least... that's what she told herself as she made her way up the staircase. That was without a doubt the only reason she was going to meet him. Right?
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