IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU

Chapter Two— I Hermione Jean Granger do not fall over a stupid idiot because of his looks

"Welcome to hell, Mudblood."

Hermione, not seeing this worthy enough for her to comment on, merely walked past him and up the staircase to her new room. She knew it was her room because: Miss Hermione Granger, Head Girl was inscribed onto the door. She opened the door to reveal a full iron four-poster bed. The whole back wall was pretty much all windows with long sheer white curtains like in the common room. The walls were a pale gold, there was a door on the east and west walls. There were several large bookcases and a large wooden desk for her convenience. She opened the east door and stepped into the large bare closet, she stared at it in confusion. She tried the west door and found a bathroom twice the size of the perfect bathrooms, to her utter dismay she noticed there was a door on the exact opposite side that meant she was going to have the immense pleasure of sharing it with no-other than ferret boy. She walked back into her room, confused. Where the heck were her trunks?

"Hey! Granger! Your stuff is here!" Malfoy's voice called, annoyed.

She let the door slam shut and leaned over the side of the balcony looking down at the scene below her in utmost disbelief.

"What. The. Bloody. Heck. Are. You. Doing?" She managed to gasp, punctuating each word sharply.

Malfoy didn't even bother to turn her way still directing the House Elves where to put the white grand Piano. Coming to her senses, she rushed down the staircase almost dusting the railing barely touching it as she flew to the bottom. She paused noticing her two trunks amongst the twelve by Malfoy's feet.

"Yeah, yeah there, no-no over to the left two feet, no still not right. Go two feet backwards, still not it go to two feet to the right. Yeah, almost…" Malfoy directed waving his hands in a way anyone but him would be wildly, but it just suited him.

"Malfoy!" Hermione all but shrieked her voice shrill and shooting through two soprano octaves.

Malfoy turned around and faced her, paying her the first bit of attention she'd been given since he called her, "What?" he inquired in a bored monotone, crossing his arms.

"You Can't Just PUT A GRAND PANIO IN OURSUNROOM!" She continued in the same tone as earlier.

He rolled his eyes, "I just did," he said, repeating her words from earlier, in the same bored tone. He turned back to the House Elves still holding the huge grand piano, "two feet to the front. Good, Perfect!" He finished throwing up his arms in triumph, somehow not looking like an utter idiot like anyone else would have.

"It's exactly where it started," Hermione said in a calm voice but still seething.

Malfoy turned to face her, "So?" he shrugged.

"Would missus like her trunks brought to her room?" a house elf asked tugging gently at her robe.

"You don't—uh-that would be nice," Hermione started and after looking at it's disappointed face, changed her mind. Two elves picked up her trunks and brought them to her room.

Malfoy rolled her eyes at her supposed "Stupidity", "well if that's it Mudblood, I have people to met, places to see…"

"At ten o'clock?" Hermione responded with an arch of her eyebrow like she would believe that.

"You know what I mean, I do not wish to spend unnecessary time in the presence of a mudblood, not to mind a shrieking one at that," He replied bored, with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Very well, Malfoy," She said fighting every ounce of her not to scream bloody murder in his face, he probably deserved it—but it was not worth the effort of letting him have the satisfaction of seeing her break. "Good day," she said dismissively.

"It's the nighttime," Malfoy said slowly.

"Very well, goodnight Malfoy," she finished with a flourish and returned to her room without a second glance.

~*~

The next morning she made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, scanning the "Daily Prophet" attempting to engage herself in something to keep her occupied until Harry, Ginny, and Ron were up. She was surprised to hear footsteps on the stairs. She looked up even though she knew it was him.

"Malfoy?" she said in disbelief unable to stop herself. Malfoy was in nothing but a pair of green boxers and a green bathrobe, thrown open to expose his well muscled chest. He pulled a mug from the cabinet and poured himself a cup of coffee effortlessly.

"Surprised to see me up, Granger? Or mad with yourself that you like what you see?" He smirked.

She opened her mouth in utmost disgust, "You. Malfoy. Are. A. Sick. Pervert. If. You. Honestly. Believe. I—I"

"You like what you see," Malfoy supplied smirking evilly.

"Yeah, that. I didn't know you were a morning person, Malfoy," She said changing the subject.

"I object to being a pervert, but yes I am one, I am surprised Granger I thought you were more observant than Scar-head and Weasel," He shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.

"Was that a compliment?" Hermione inquired in disbelief, holding her mug in midair.

"Carmel, I should have known, what a girly flavor," Malfoy commented jabbing a finger at the mug.

"That wasn't the answer to the question I asked, Malfoy," She said smiling fakly.

"Of course it wasn't a compliment, Mudblood, why would I ever compliment you? Why do you wish I would?" Malfoy sneered tauntingly.

She stood up, and shouldered her book bag, "You're impossible Malfoy."

"Well what did you expect?" He shrugged holding his hands out in a questioning gesture.

She turned around, still fingering the strap of her messenger bag; she rolled her eyes getting frustrated and bored, "I don't know Malfoy, but will you just stop it's giving me a headache."

He smirked, "Never."

She shrugged, "It was worth a shot," and without another word walked out letting the portrait swing shut behind her quickly so she didn't have to hear his response.

She met Harry, Ginny, and Ron at the Great Hall who were all sitting at their usual spots at the crowded Gryffindor table.

"You're alive," Ron laughed without humor.

"Yeah," she replied dismissively, reaching for the batch of steaming strawberry and chocolate chip pancakes and whipped cream.

"So," Harry begun.

"So what's it like living with ferret-boy?" Ginny finished eager to hear her answer.

"You have to live with The Draco Malfoy!" Lavender gasped, eying Malfoy as he walked in and situated himself with his posse.

"Uh-yeah," Hermione answered reluctantly. She shut her eyes and covered her ears as Lavender shrieked, "O my Malfoy you are LIVING WITH THE DRACO MALFOY!"

Pretty much the entire hall turned to the Gryffindor table to stare at Hermione Granger.

Malfoy looked over amused at her response to the outburst. She finally removed her hands from her ears.

"Uh-yeah, so?" she shrugged.

"SO!?" Lavender all but shrieked, "SO!"

Hermione's hands flew to her ears again, and then let go as Lavender waited for her response, "It's Ferret Boy, remember, that's like my personal hell. Now can you stop screaming in my ear?"

"Do you know how many girls would just die for your place?" Lavender nearly squealed unhappily.

"I didn't know there was a lot of competition for Head Girl," she said, fully aware everyone was listening in on this conversation.

"Not Head Girl, you idiot, living with The Draco Malfoy," Lavender reprimanded, "and they call you the smartest witch in this school," she muttered.

"I think it was the century," Ron said his mouth full of food.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron's bad habits, "like I didn't know, but you know what I don't care. I can't believe how incredibly shallow you are Lavender, I Hermione Jean Granger do not fall over a stupid idiot because of his looks." She said rising to her feet, angrily. Accepting her schedule from an amused Minerva McGonagall she strode out of the hall.

A/N: So here it is, what do you think? Thanks for all your great reviews! It means a lot! Are the character's in-character enough or are they too overdone? Writing Inspiration: My life would suck without you—Kelly Clarkson. Please review!

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