Hermione

'We've got a prefects meeting in 10 minutes are you sure you're not hungry?'

Hermione smiled at Ron not trusting herself to nod, she was dizzy enough as it was.

I hate prefects meetings.

The prefects met in a small blue room, once a week, for meetings, as well as performing other duties.

Hermione rolled her eyes as Malfoy strutted into the room and she glared at him as he sneered at her.

'Mudblood,' he mouthed nastily.

'Ferret,' she hissed,

'Cow,' he said menacingly as he sat across from her.

'I know.'

She blinked.

Fuck. I said that didn't I? Where the hell did that come from?

Malfoy was taken aback.

He then did the unbelievable.

He winked at her.

Draco fucking Malfoy winked at her.

Hermione blinked, tilted her head and pinched herself.

Not a dream.

How the heck am I supposed to run a prefects meeting with that fucking jerk winking at me?

But of course she still managed.

Even with the extreme oddity that every time she looked at him throughout the meeting, his eyes were fixed on her, firmly blazing, she still managed, just.

It did make her extremely nervous and she remained jittery throughout the entire meeting.

She was completely unaware of Ron's eyes on her. She was only aware of Draco's unsettling and unblinking gaze.

What the hell is he playing at?

She was immensely relieved when the meeting was over.

People began to file out and she as always, stayed behind to sort out paperwork and patrol rosters.

She wasn't the only one however; she barely even noticed his presence. That was until, of course, he walked around behind her.

She yelped and jumped in shock, 'Malfoy! What the hell are you doing?'

'Well, seeing as you're always the one to stay behind and clean up, I thought I'd give you some company.'

His voice didn't sound very companion like at all. He was up to something, there was no doubt in Hermione's mind; she'd have to have been as thick as a Flubberworm not to realise it.

She laughed. 'Oh, sure Malfoy and while you're at it, why don't you buy me some roses and we can kiss under the mistletoe.'

'Well, if you'd really like-'

She stopped and looked daggers at him, 'I was being sarcastic.'

'Well I just thought, seeing as how I got you to admit to being a cow, I could get you to admit to some other things as well.'

'Oh, shove off Malfoy, you're not wanted here. So, why don't you shut that fat mouth of yours and leave.'

Malfoy began to sort paperwork. 'You know you don't always have to do this?'

'Well, maybe, I want to... Come on, piss off you pig.'

'That is rich, coming from you. I saw the way you scoffed that muffin yesterday. Shoved it right in your mouth you did.'

Hermione froze and breathed in sharply. It had been her first piece of food in 30 hours, She'd had a lapse, she'd only meant to have a bit but once the taste of blueberries had brushed her tastebuds…

Why the hell does he have to say something like that?

Out of all the insults he can choose, he insults my most touchy subject, without even realising it.

Just a coincidence, right?

Or does he really think I'm a pig?

Oh, why the hell would I give a rat's arse what he thinks?

Fucking muffin.

As the word muffin flitted through her brain stomach screamed for food. She'd promised herself a fast as punishment for her terrible binge. She couldn't stand the thought of having to write anything else in her food diary. She hated it when she had to write more than a few items of food in one entry.

Her felt for the small black book in her pocket: her lifeboat.

He's only stirring me. He isn't aware that a muffin was all I ate yesterday.

He's no idea how close to the bone he is.

Of course if he did know, he'd be awfully pleased with himself.

Bony schmuck. It's not fair that's he's more slender than me.

'Well, it'd do you good to eat something as well. I'm sure you couldn't even lift a child. I've never met a skinnier boy than you.'

It was true; Malfoy had a very slim build, but he was still much taller than she was.

Oh the irony, I'm telling him to eat.

Malfoy glared daggers at her.

'Don't insult my athletic abilities, Granger.'

'I just did.'

In Hermione's lightheaded state, her brain was working slower than usual and her world became a blur as Malfoy lifted her up by the waist.

A small gasp escaped her lips.

'I couldn't even lift a child huh Granger? Are you suggesting you are less than a child? Less than the dirt beneath my nails?'

'Ugh, get off me.' She pushed against him with all her weight but it had no effect.

Whatsoever.

Oh great, what have I done?

For a small moment her perception seemed to change, she felt small and helpless. He was twice her size and so caught up in her own, she'd failed to notice.

He could be a Death Eater and I'm here alone with him!

Oh shit.

Without thinking, she moved for her wand but he snagged her wrist, keeping her held up with his other hand around her waist.

She gritted her teeth. 'You've proven your point, now fuck off!'

'Temper, temper, Granger,' said Draco, putting her down and letting her go.

This is defying the rules of the universe. What the hell is he up to?

What is he doing? Malfoy's don't touch Granger's. They just don't. Or even talk to them for that matter.

This is wrong on all accounts.

And he's touching me!

'Oh, it makes you feel powerful doesn't it? Being able to overpower someone as big as me. Shouldn't you be wearing gloves?'

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and laughed mockingly. 'Big? Granger? You amuse me. I'm sure your familiar with the scourgify spell. Besides it's your blood that's filthy. As for your warm soft flesh…'

As he leant in toward her, her lips parted and she drew in a sharp, shocked breath.

'…That is another story or didn't you notice?" he said into her ear. "Weasley wasn't the only one looking at you today.'

Hermione's heart almost stopped and she began to quiver.

WHAT!?

Is the world going mad? Or is it just me?

She only knew she wasn't dreaming from the pain in her stomach.

'Haha, very funny, your trying to freak me out I see. Goodbye. I'm leaving.'

Again she tried to push past him but he blocked her way. A small squeal emitted from the back of her throat.

'Malfoy, I'm serious! Stop being a prat. I could report you for this!'

'Oh, but you wouldn't.'

'Oh, really?' she enquired feeling now quite incensed.

"Yes, because then you'll have to explain to Pothead and Weaselbee. I'm sure they'd take it just smashingly and then once they're expelled for beating up a fellow student –that would be me- then you'll be stuck with me, without them.'

Hermione knew it was true but that didn't make the situation any less daunting.

'I give up. Why are you manhandling me like this, Malfoy?' Hermione felt even more tired and very uncomfortable was all too weird.

'Because, I just love getting under your skin. Look you're even shaking.'

Hermione's stomach grumbled. It was true that she was shaking but it had nothing to do with him.

It grumbled again and she felt a sharp, painful jab in her ribs.

She'd eaten six items of food in a total of eight days, which was already way too much, why was her body protesting?

Before she knew what was happening she couldn't breathe, her limbs went weak, her knees collapsed, she could hardly see, she felt light-headed and the world was fading...

She woke up what she assumed to be a moment later with her head resting on Malfoy's shoulder; he'd conjured a wet cloth that was lying on her forehead.

She moaned and clutched her stomach.

What the hell is going on?

'Thank Merlin you're ok. Do you know how bad it would have been if someone had found you like this, unconscious in my presence? You trying to frame me Granger?'

Hermione moaned again and got up quickly, this only made her dizzier, her head spun and she wobbled on the spot.

Malfoy was up and at her side immediately, supporting her.

'Merlin Granger, what the hell's wrong with you?'

'Oh, sore stomach,' she murmured.

He looked at her, "Did you eat something bad?'

For a fleeting moment he looked worried and she felt a strange moment of déjà vu, a memory-something- but then his features re-arranged into a sneer and it was gone.

'Maybe your body can't handle the filthy blood anymore.'

She glared at him fiercely, which was certainly an achievement as she could barely even stand.

'You better not mention this to anyone!' She hissed.

Malfoy smirked and yelled after her as she stormed shakily towards the door.

'I guess we have a mutual silence then Granger?'