If I Can't Have You
Chapter Three—Draco Malfoy is an utter git
"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.
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She could hear the once silent Great Hall burst into whispers, rumors forming on the spot. She sighed, she felt bad blowing up at Lavender like that but her Nerve to insinuate that she was as shallow to just go after Draco Malfoy, A Former Death Eater for crying out loud, merely for his undeniable looks. It was only deniable to his face, not like he needed her to join his pathetic Draco Ferret Malfoy is hot club, he had the rest of the girls in the school to sign up for that as their unofficial extracurricular activity. She fumed to her first class, a grand total of twenty minutes early and slumped in the chair at the desk in the front of the empty abandoned completely silent classroom.
She fumed in silent anger flipping through the first six chapters of their new Potion's book, until people started to reluctantly file in 5 minutes before class started. She continued to flip through the pages but appeared to look indifferent and excited about the start of the new school year. Everyone stared at her, she ignored them. Everyone talked; she pretended she didn't hear them. Slughorn made his way to the front of the room. No sooner than the words left his lips, her hand was in the air in a flash but almost lazily there was no competition.
"Yes," Slughorn began, she opened her mouth to speak but Slughorn's words surprised her, "Mister Malfoy."
She turned in her chair to look at Malfoy, who lazily drawled the answer even bothering to mention all the extra stuff she would have.
"Excellent, Mister Malfoy, ten points to Slytherin," he nodded. She glared at him, the look of utmost loathing and returned her attention to the front. The next question she was faster. "Miss Granger," Slughorn said pointing at her.
"Marvelous," Slughorn boomed in response to her long recited answer. Malfoy rolled his eyes as she gave him her now-who's-better-yeah-and-I-don't-care look.
The talking only continued to get worse, as they competed with answering the questions in every class of the day. Ron and Harry didn't speak a word to her all day. Ginny shot her apologetic looks her way as they walked past each other in the hallways each in a hurry to get to their next class. DADA was the last class of the day. Frustrated Hermione stabbed her period on the essay Snape was making them start in the last five minutes left in class. She continued to write furiously pointedly ignoring Malfoy's laughter, obviously it was about her performance earlier today as he and Zabini kept on looking over their shoulder and laughing. Professor Lark swept throughout the room totally ignoring the Slytherin side of the room, yet taking every chance to take points away from the Gryffindors.
"I swear he's just like Snape," Ron muttered darkly.
"He's totally not biased in the sightless," Harry added under his breath.
"Mr. Weasely and Mr. Potter what part of not talking unless I permit you to do so don't you get?" Lack snapped icily.
"Malfoy's been talking your entire class," Ron protested.
"Potter, Weasely Detention my office at eight and don't be late!" He snapped, moving behind the desk the three shared. Without warning Lark snatched her essay from off of her desk.
"Draco Malfoy is an utter Git," he read, and lowered the paper, "is not relevant to the subject of why nonverbal defensive spells give an advantage to the caster." The classroom roared with laughter.
"Silence!" Lark commanded in a sneer almost in a scream. The room fell silent, even Malfoy who had not moved from his shocked position still staring at her in utter disbelief. "Tut-tut Granger, really from what I've heard about you from the other teachers I expected better from you," Lark sneered.
Hermione flinched, and waited for him to continue. The bell rung and everyone thoroughly through with school, especially seeing as an extra hour had been added to class times, jumped to their feet and literally through their books and supplies into their bags, eager to run out the door.
"The essay is due Wednesday, class dismissed!" Lark hollered after the leaving students.
Hermione snatched her half completed essay and went to place it in her bag when Lark stopped her, "Next time Miss Granger, don't embarrass yourself further than this morning because you know how I grade essays about Malfoy's being git's, with T's and I think you're smart enough to know that stands for Troll."
Hermione flinched again, sliding the essay into her bag, "Yes sir," she said timidly.
"Good, Leave!" He sneered pointing to the door.
She didn't waste a minute getting to her feet and rushing out the door. The hallway ahead thankfully was empty; however, a hand shot out and grabbed her arm pulling her to face no other than the git of a Draco Malfoy leaning bored on the wall outside the classroom. She stared at him in horror, he smirked in amusement.
"Draco Malfoy is a git, is he now?" He smirked pushing off against the wall as she took a step back.
She summoned all her courage, "yes," seeing the shock on his face for the briefest fraction of a second before forming an intimidating iron emotionless mask once more gave her the strength to continue, "And he knows it," she whispered.
His arms pinned her against the wall, "you really shouldn't have said that," he whispered.
"What are you going to do about it?" She whispered, not really sure where all this courage had come from.
"We'll see about that," he said and without further ado dropped his arms to his sides and walked away down the empty hallway.
A/N: Writing Inspiration: Cry—Kelly Clarkson
If anyone is wondering, no this isn't a song fic it's just the songs that inspire me to write each chapter. I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed, especially Heather for her long constructive reviews and for being the only one to review the last chapter. Please review! Thanks!
~Bella