I do not own Harry Potter, if I did Hermione's last name would be Malfoy.
"DRACO MALFOY YOU LET ME IN THIS SECOND!"
Hermione was now late to classes. This was thanks to a certain blonde bouncing ferret who was still in the bathroom.
What Hermione didn't know is the same blonde bouncing ferret had left the bathtub a half hour ago and was lounging against the bathtub, reading. Another thing that she didn't know was that he was reading Hogwarts, A History. However a thought suddenly occurred to him. Granger didn't seem surprised by your hair situation. She was alone in the Head's Quarters last night, obviously she had something to do with it. This. Meant. War. Anyway if she was innocent a prank war would give something to do. That settled Draco returned to his book, crossing his legs in a very relaxed manner. The sort of manner that suggested he wouldn't be leaving his spot for a while. As Hermione's knocks increased in volume Draco smirked. This smirk was unusual than the rest of his smirks which were filled with the tiniest bit of amusement and a lot of cunning. This smirk however looked innocent, a type of angelic innocence that was completely unusual for Draco. This smirk would send The Dark Lord running for cover.
"YOU TWITCHY FERRET OPEN THE DOOR OR SO HELP ME MERLIN! I NEED TO BRUSH MY HAIR YOU ARROGANT GIT!"
Hearing Hermione's renewed shouting made his smirk become an impish grin and a muttered 'alorahorma' a smile started to tug at his lips. That and he thanked himself for warding the bathroom with every warding spell he had ever been taught.
"YOU FOUL EVIL LOATHSOME LITTLE COCKROACH!" After that a murmured "Ill just go to the Gryffindor common room and use the wash room there. Ron will be glad for the visit."
The last line had Draco tearing the door open so quickly they both thought it would break off its hinges. Hermione stomped into the bathroom, paused, and slowly turned to face Draco.
"Your hair is dry. Your clothes are completely on, your hair is done,"
Just hope to Merlin she doesn't notice the book
"OH MERLIN IS THAT A BOOK ON THE FLOOR? Your going to break the spine…wait, were you reading? When you knew I needed the bathroom you were sitting there READING?"
She looks pretty when she's angry, wow.
"Granger, you're pretty when your angry."
Wait, what? Did I just vocalize that? You did indeed. Who in Merlin's name are you? Your Veela side, now the pretty lady is talking, pay attention.
"-dare you just say something like that! You are an insufferable prat, Malfoy!"
Anger bubbled up inside Draco so he did the one wise thing to do.
"Bye, Granger. We have potions first!" He than promptly hit his head on the still open bath room door. Cursing slightly he continued on his way to potions, leaving Granger standing mouth slightly ajar. To amuse himself he thought of clever revenge schemes. Perhaps you could change answers on her homework? Even better you could take Polyjuice potion to become Weasel and break up with her. No, Draco, that would cause your , mate pain. Oh shove off, Veela. There's Blaise, go bounce ideas off him than. I thought I told you to shove off?
"OI, Zabini!"
"I'll regret this but yes, Drake?"
"Well you know Hermi-Granger, right?"
"Yes, you have been obsessing over her since fourth year"
"HAVE NOT" Kill him, just bloody kill the git.
"Anyway this morning I discovered that Granger changed my hair gel to, to, well I don't know what she did but it stuck my hands to my head."
"Good job, Granger. Give her my thanks, yeah?"
"Git, anyway I need revenge and entertainment so thats where you come in. We need to think of an amazing prank." Seeing the devilish look grace Blaise's features he added "Nothing that will hurt or injure her in any way!"
"You could pretend to be in love with her, though you wouldn't need to pretend…"
"Hush, child. Perhaps I could send her an anonymous love letter and piss off her and weasel at the same time!"
"Can we write it now? I can't miss this."
"Sure."
"Miss Granger,
I get lost in your eyes every time I see them, your boyfriend isn't good enough for you. You hair flows like a waterfall and I want to know if its as soft as it looks. Your boyfriend doesn't deserve you. You can do better, I doubt he would spend hours with you in the library like I would pouring over books, researching. Seeing your lovely eyes skim over the page faster than the scent of Amortentia travels. Ron is a good person deep deep down but he doesn't deserve you! He isn't good enough for an exquisite creature like yourself, have I mentioned you can do better-
"Draco, mate, no. That's bloody awful, I'll write it than give it to you ok?"
"Fine. But Weasley doesn't deserve her! I mean, um, I have potions, can't be late."
Just like that Draco ran off breakneck speed down the hallways and burst into the potions classroom panting and took a seat next to a mortified Hermione. See she had a perfect reason to be shocked. Only half the seats in the classroom were filled, but he chose the one next to her. He needed to be close to his mate, seeing the whole class had expressions much like Hermione's and Ron was entering the classroom, he turned to his mate and winked at her. Ron's face had now become even more perplexed and Draco guessed they had five seconds until he began to shout. 5, 4, 3-
"'MIONE WHY DID THAT PRAT WINK AT YOU? WHY IS HE BLOODY SITTING NEXT TO YOU?" That didn't take as long as I thought.
"Such language around ladies, Weasel. I'm appalled."
"Dr- Malfoy! Don't call Ron that!"
"Do you want to know what shocks me, ferret? That you, a Death Eater who ought to be in Azkaban can even feel shock anymore! How many Mudbloods have you tortured? What about Muggles? Did you know 'Mione Obliviated her own parents to get them away from your bloody kind? They are currently somewhere in Australia as Mr and Mrs Wilkens, that's right she hasn't even found them yet! The so-called brightest witch of her age Obliviated her parents to get them away from you bloody Death Eaters and she can't bloody find them!"
The next few seconds passed as a blur for the Slytherin prince. The dead silent classroom, save for Draco and Ron, suddenly erupted in whispers. Many snippets of conversation could be heard from the class room
"…Obliviated her parents?"
"Poor Hermione…"
"…can't believe she did that" Than Hermione marched up to Ron, tears pricking her eyes, and slapped him square in the face. The previously mentioned tears began to slide down her cheeks as Harry walked in. Hermione muttered a quick "excuse me." and quickly left the room. Draco, seeing this, hissed at Ron "How dare you hurt her!" as Blaise stalked in. Without a second thought Draco drove his fist into Ron's face and took a moment to smirk as Ron crumpled to floor. Draco tore after Hermione hoping to find his mate as Harry asked "What the bloody hell happened?" Hermione had left minutes ago so she could be any where. Breathing deeply he caught a small whiff of the scent he smelt on the train. Softly he padded in that direction until he saw her. She was sitting in a darkened hallway under the only torch that was lit. Her head was in her hands until she quite suddenly crashed it into the wall behind her looking up at the torch and continuing her sobbing. Draco felt a sharp pain go through the back of his head and winced, wondering if that's what she felt after bashing her head on the wall. Without a word he sat down a small distance away from her. She turned her head sharply and jumped when she saw who was sitting with her. After a second she looked away and tried to discreetly wipe hers before asking softly "What do you want, Malfoy?" The resigned and miserable tone she used made Draco want to feed Ron to the giant squid for hurting her.
"I wanted to see if you were ok, and I wanted to say Weasley is a prat." He used a softer tone than she had before so as not to scare her.
"Malfoy? I think I'm going to return to Head Dorms. Please inform Professor Slughorn…that…that I…you'll think of something." She stood to leave but Draco stopped her with a feather light touch on her arm. "Wait, I'll come with you. I don't think I can even look at Weasley without punching him again."
"Again?" The Gryffindor Princess questioned, the beginnings of a laugh lighting her red rimmed eyes.
"Yes, Granger again. Let's go to the dorms, shall we?" He jokingly held out his elbow for her in a gentlemanly fashion, holding his breath until he felt her one of her small hands gently grasp his forearm. The feeling sent pleasant prickles through him and he felt his heart begin to race. Had any one seen them at this moment they would have seen a blushing, grinning Slytherin Prince escorting the Gryffindor Princess to the heads quarters. What Hermione nor Draco knew is that there was an incredibly romantic, anonymous letter waiting for one 'hazel eyed lioness'.