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Chapter 5

Great Hall

Hermione Ganger had managed to compose herself by the time they reached Hogwarts and sat in the Great Hall for the feast. Well, it looked like she had composed herself. Her mind was still a flurry of activity, but she pushed it aside for a later time. That time being a while from now.

When she had appeared at her friends' compartment, practically boiling with anger, they had tried to comfort her. Well Harry and Ginny had, Ron merely tried to feel her up while saying how much he hated Malfoy, neither of which really helped.

She trails slightly behind her friends as they enter the Great Hall, Ron holding her hand in his. They are some of the last few people entering, so Hermione gets squeezed between Ron and Lavender Brown, who sneers at her, then leans across the witch to flirt with her redhead wizard beside her. The wizard who is currently filling his plate with anything he can reach and stuffing his mouth.

She shakes her head in disgust at Ron's antics and blocks out Lavender's whiny voice and tries to talk to Neville, who is sitting across from her.

"How are things, Neville?" She asks her, offering a small smile. She needs a distraction, and talking to her awkward friend would provide a good one.

"Excellent! This year Professor Sprout is allowing me to tend to a few of the greenhouses." He is beaming with excitement and Hermione can't help but admire how much the boy across from her has adjusted. No more is he a stuttering boy, but instead a brave man.

"That's great! You're perfect for the job!" She compliments him, causing his cheeks to glow red.

"Thanks, 'Mione. Congratulations by the way, for your engagement."

This causes mild displeasure for the witch, who merely shrugs away the comment. "Oh Neville, you are so thoughtful." She brushes it off, trying to steer the conversation away from her and beams at him. "What kind of plants with you be looking after?"

At this, the wizard's eyes light up, "Oh! One of the greenhouses have Screechsnaps! Did you know.." Hermione tunes out as Neville starts to go on about the different plants and herbs he gets to look over, but nods along as if she is listening.

Any other day, the young witch would be fascinated by her friend's knowledge, and the fact he knows something she doesn't, but today she is preoccupied. Thankfully, Neville doesn't pick up on that fact and happily chatters away. Between that, the noise in the hall, and Ron's wandering hands, she can almost ignore the feel of eyes on her back.

Halfway through the feast, she gives into the urge to glance behind her and for the second time that day, she locks eyes which a certain Slytherin. And once again, they are filled with a molten rage and... is that jealousy she sees?

No, that's absurd! There is no way that Draco Malfoy is staring at her with jealous. Or, more appropriately, staring at Ron's wandering hands, which currently reside on her thigh, drawing circles with his thumb. Shame floods her features, turning her face a bright red as she quickly brushes Ron's hand away and turns back to her own plate.

Guilt constricts her chest, though she doesn't know why. Ron is her fiance for Merlin's sake! Besides, Malfoy is a foul, loathsome, evil git.

Why is she acting this way? Everything should be going swimmingly. After all, her future is just how it should be! She's engaged to Ron, Harry and Ginny are together, it is their last year at Hogwarts, and they all have bright careers ahead of them. Why is she feeling guilty for letting her fiance touch her?

More importantly, why is she letting the silver eyed Slytherin get to her?

She can still feel his eyes burning a hole in her back, but she refuses to turn around. If she does, she is afraid of what will happen. There is no way she will be able to last a year like this, with Malfoy as Head Boy. They will be at each others throats in minutes, if the scene on the train proves anything. But she won't back down from her position as Head Girl, it had been her dream since she was a first year. She is not going to let Malfoy ruin this for her. So, that leaves one thing to do.

She needs to call a truce.

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Draco Malfoy had been anxious to get to the dining hall, though he doesn't know why, especially once he was there. Of course, it could have had something to do with getting off the train as soon as possible.

He had been surprised when he saw the Great Hall and how... great it looked. All of Hogwarts was looking amazing actually, despite the fact a lot of it had been destroyed in final battle. He took his time walking through the halls into the Great Hall, taking the grand castle in. Hogwarts had been his home for six years, an the place where most of his good memories were. He never thought he would see it again.

Of course, Draco isn't the sentimental type, but he can't help but feel... happy? Happy to be back at Hogwarts. Even though he always complained about the school as a kid, it truly was one of his favorite places.

"Draco!" The voice tugs him out of his thoughts as he enters the Great Hall. At the Slytherin table, Blaise Zabini one of his closest friends, waves him over. He weaves his way through the throngs of students lingering around, ignoring the glares he receives from most of them, and joins his friend. The italian grins wickedly at his friend, clearly having something on his mind.

"So, are the rumors I hear about you turning down Parkinson true?" He asks, getting right to the point. Draco sighs internally, bracing himself. His fellow Slytherin knows nothing of his Veela blood, and he plans on keeping it that way.

"I couldn't take her whining anymore. Besides, she was starting to get boring." He shrugs as if this is no big deal, and in a way, he isn't lying. He is fed up with Pansy, but not for the reasons Blaise thinks.

"Good for you, mate." Blaise slaps him on the back, "About time you gave her the shove." He turns back to his plate and starts piling on food.

Draco turns to his plate as well, only to find the Golden Trio sitting directly in his line of sight. He can't take his eyes off know-it-all Granger as she eats and chats with Longbottom. He can tell she isn't invested in the conversation, and from the way her shoulders droop, he knows something is wrong with her. Why can't her friends see this? Why aren't they doing anything about it?

The Weasel is eating everything insight, while Scarhead and Weaselette are undressing each other with their eyes. It's revolting.

Then he notices the Weasels hand, resting on Granger's thigh and practically feeling her up in the dining hall and disgust wells up in him. Why the bloody hell is she with that pig? And why does he want to be beside her instead of the dimwitted redhead.

Just then, she turns around to meet his gaze and their eyes meet for the second time that day. She doesn't seem surprised to find him looking at her, but she does turn away the second she can.

"Planning on killing anyone with that fork?" His friend jokes, meaning to be light hearted but Draco can detect the edge in it.

"No." He mutters, savagely tearing at his dinner. He glances at Blaise after a second of silence to find the Slytherin looking at him with an amused expression. "What?" He asks, but the italian just smirks and shakes his head before turning back to his own dinner.

After glaring at his friend for a moment, Draco turns his attention back to Granger, unable to resist. He knows that she knows he is watching her, from the hunch of her shoulders, but she doesn't turn around again through the whole meal.

He doesn't know what has possessed him as he watches her throughout dinner, just that he definitely doesn't like it. He needs to be focused on finding his mate, not some mudblood. He needs to get Granger out of his head, but he doesn't know how. It doesn't help that he will be sharing a common room with her, since they are both Heads.

How is he going to survived this year?

So... do you guys like it? I just can't wait to get to the more interesting parts, but the story must be set up first. Oh well, some Dramione is in the next chapter! Tell me what you think! Thank you so much for reading my story!