II. The Miracles of Owning a Brain
As the miraculously beautiful September day dragged on, the fiery Heads made sure to steer clear of each other. This was normal behavior for Miss Granger but it was downright odd for Mr. Malfoy. His cocky, arrogant attitude drove him to always go out of his way to annoy the hell out of the bookworm. It was in his nature to be a prick (not his word choice, more so the Head Girl's); for you see, just as a hyena cackles, so a Malfoy taunts. Besides, what else was there for him to do for his own entertainment every single day? He could torture the younger students he supposed (for why else were they there other than to be used for his own happiness?) but that became tedious if one went on for too long. They cried and he didn't need their tears, no. The wusses could barely defend themselves and the fact that the boys sounded like girls was downright pathetic. Using his good looks, Draco had once made kissy faces at a girl only to realize the poor child was in fact a boy. That had been quite the laugh for him. It was much more pleasurable to go after someone who good easily match his wit and was his equal in intelligence for once. Yes, fighting with the Head Girl was an enjoyable pastime for Draco.
Lunch soon came and the Great Hall was full of students coming in from their classes, bags overflowing with new assignments that would eventually be pushed away until the night before it was due. Silverware clinked against the golden plates, owls hooted as mail was delivered, a Howler could be heard from the Ravenclaw table and students discussed the latest prank pulled by Peeves involving balloons, cream cheese, apple sauce and unsuspecting Hufflepuff first years. Hermione was seated between Harry and Ron who were arguing about Quidditch with Dean and Seamus. She stabbed her shepherd's pie, picking out the pesky onions she hated, while she pondered her situation.
How Dumbledore had come to the conclusion that Malfoy would make a decent Head Boy over the entire school population was beyond her. What was there to like about him? Nothing! He was a pompous git! A pain in her arse! She couldn't stand patrolling the halls late at night with him (for fear he might attack her or something. With Draco, you could never know), much less be in the same room as him at times. What good qualities did he have other than being 2nd in his year (behind her, obviously and even then, she hated admitting that he could possibly overtake her)? Nothing! Absolutely, positively nothing. He was also the son of a "reformed" Death Eater (and here, Hermione used the term "reformed" very loosely) and he had the Dark Mark on his arm from last year. How did she know? Hermione had seen him shirtless after he had come out of the shower walking towards his room to change and she thought she would faint. She hated to admit it but Draco had some fine abs. He was still a prick, though albeit a very good-looking one (you didn't hear her say that).
Refining Draco Malfoy was much easier though than said out loud, unfortunately. She had once heard a rumor that a daring Slytherin (Parkinson, no doubt) had actually put a collar on said boy to try and calm the furious Head Boy which only resulted in a visit to the Hospital Wing for Pansy. Poor girl. Not. Probably deserved it, the pug-faced cow. No, Hermione had something better in mind. She just had to wait for an idea to pop into her head. Soon. Hermion was broken from her thoughts as Ron turned to her with gravy smeared all over his face. Merlin, what was he doing? Eating like a blasted dog? I can't believe I used to fancy the slob.
"Hermione, don't you look lovely today?" Ronald quipped. He wanted help with homework, it was written all over his face. Transfiguration or potions, most likely. The git. Well, if that's all he wanted from her, than he better be ready for what Hermione was about to throw in his face. She was going to show him that she could not be pushed around, she wasn't his personal computer (not that he would know what that was seeing as he probably didn't even have a brain large enough to know what that was).
"Why thank you, Ronald. I was actually planning on going to Hogsmeade today with Malfoy. Heads Business you know. Looks like you'll have to write that essay all by yourself now, won't you? Maybe even use your brain for once." And with that said, Miss Granger swept from the table and grabbed her bag as she left the Great Hall, leaving a flustered Ron and cackling Harry in her wake. Passing through the halls, Hermione walked out of the castle and into the warm Scottish light. She smirked. Merlin, Malfoy was rubbing off on her.
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Hermione sat out in the school yard by Hagrid's hut in the soft green grass, not too far from where she had first punched Malfoy. Ah. That had been a blissful day for her. She remembered her tight fist connecting with his pointed nose and hearing the satisfying crunch underneath her knuckles. The Head Girl was not one for violence, true, but she took great delight in the blood trickling from his nose that day. She smiled at the memory. Git finally got what he deserved that day. Ever since he had called her a Mudblood, she had been itching to cause him some harm, contrary to others' opinions about her. When someone insulted Miss Granger, she wanted revenge. She wanted to cause them pain, make them feel the humiliation and sorrow she felt. Make them bleed and hear them scream with agony. She blinked and shook her head; Merlin, where the hell had that come from? What was with all the horridness? Malfoy.
She was rather pleased with herself on her comment towards Ronald. 'Bout time he realized she was a human and not a walking book who did people's homework. Because she most certainly wasn't. Laying back on the soft grass, she gazed at the blue sky, pondering her decision to change Draco Malfoy into an actual human being. Merlin, she didn't know what compelled her-wait. Yes she did. He was a rude, evil, self-absorbed, pompous, ferrety git with serious issues. But anywho, she wasn't sure why she cared or even wanted to. He had always been that way so why should she do anything now? What did his character matter to her? She would be rid of him soon enough what with graduation and such. She closed her eyes, letting her mind drift to happier thoughts.
The quiet was soon disrupted by rhythmic footsteps, as if someone was trying far too hard to make themself known. Forcing her heavy eyes open, Hermione sat up to find herself looking at finely pressed black trouser covered knees. Looking up further, she met a pair of cold grey eyes. How did the prick find me out here? What a coincidence. He was probably stalking me, the arse. Hermione inwardly groaned but outwardly smiled at him.
"Couldn't stay from me, now could you Malfoy?" she asked ever so kindly, her head cocked to one side and her hands on either side of her body. She had just the plan for the taming of the foul ferret in front of her. Her little smile turned into a full-blown smirk and her eyes showed the tiniest hints of secrecy and plotting. Draco arched an eyebrow at the Head Girl's display of something other than peace, goodwill and all that other nonsense he associated with the Gryffindorks that she prided herself on being. Something was up and he could tell it wasn't pretty, at least not for him because you see, when Hermione Jean Granger plotted and concocted a plan, it was sure to be incredibly diabolically outrageous. This girl went all out when it came to her scheming.
"On the contrary, Granger. It seems I attract you no matter where I seem to go. Wouldn't be surprised if you followed me into the boy's bathroom, maybe even the locker rooms. Can't blame you though, I am very attractive."
Hermione simply smiled. "You're funny Malfoy." She looked away as she stood up mumbling, "funny-looking."
"What?"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"What did who say?"
"You!"
"What?"
"What?"
"Homo says what?"
"Merlin, woman! Shut up! Come on, we're going to be late to Hogsmeade. Women..." And so, the Heads sauntered off towards the village, maintaining a good distance between each other until Hermione passed out.
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