Disclaimer- I don Not own Harry potter, or anything! I barely know anything of the Potter universe, because I'm a total loser and wathced the movies instead of reading the amazing books, But I'm getting round to that!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
Hermione awoke in good spirits. Today was Thursday, which meant she didn't need to tutor Malfoy, and that simple fact brought a smile to her face.
She got dressed in her uniform, and stood in front of the mirror trying to get rid of any creases on her clothes. She stared darkly at her legs, the skirt seemed too short, it only reached her right above her knee. Most girls, liked to wear it short, but it made Hermione rather uncomfortable. The skirt was suppose to fall right over the knee, not five inches above the knee, showing her thigh! it was probably cause she got taller and she was wearing a skirt from last year. She'd have to get her mother to owl her some money so she could get herself a new one.
Hermione had spent half the night crying and cursing herself for crying, and the other half suppressing all memories and thoughts and even slight feelings for Draco Malfoy. 'It never happened' she chanted to herself as she slid a pin through her hair, styling it as she usually did.
She collected her things and went down to breakfast. She was one of the first students in the dining area, she settled herself down and opened up her copy of Romeo and Juliet and let her mind be consumed by the beginning of the famous romance.
She was up to the part where Mercutio was giving his speech on love
"Earth to Hermione?!" Harry almost shouted.
"I told ya, she's a goner the moment she opens up a silly book" Ron said, sitting down across from Hermione.
Hermione sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to continue reading now, with them here, and closed her book.
"They aren't silly books Ron! And you should know already, We'll be reading this in class today." Hermione reminded him.
He just nodded dismissively and began to eat.
"So, Hermione, sleep well?" Harry asked, she instantly noted the wary tone of his voice.
Hermione smiled and nodded.
An awkward and odd silence settled over the table. Hermione noted the looks Ron and Harry kept giving each other, and the way they kept looking at her. It wasn't normal, they were always so talkative, always something to blabber about.
"How's quidditch?" She tried, trying to make the awful silence go away.
Harry and Ron shot her miserable looks and she wondered what she had said wrong. She didn't have to wonder for long.
"OK, I can't take it! Hermione what happened to your neck?! Ron snarled.
"Ron!" Harry protested.
Hermione's hands quickly flew to cover her neck, 'I have marks?!'
She unconsciously covered her neck with her hair and looked at her friends guiltily.
"Alright, cat's out of the bag" Harry bit out giving Ron a sharp look.
"Hermione, you can talk to us, what happened?!" Harry questioned, looking at his friend.
Hermione shook her head, not wanting to talk about it "I-uh, I...mosquito bites" She tried knowing it wouldn't help, she really didn't want to cause any trouble for her friends.
"Those are some hungry mosquitoes" Harry Muttered darkly.
Mosquitoes?! Hermione, don't lie to us! You're a terrible liar, and besides, you can trust us!" Ron pleaded.
"Harry, Ron, it's fine...I'm-" she shook her head trying to diffuse the situation.
"Don't say it Hermione! If you say you're used to it, I will lose it and really kill him! Now tell me what happened to you?!" Harry growled, more angry then he ever felt before, he was used to being picked on, he could handle it! But Hermione?! He hated the way his enemies threatened and bothered his friends.
"Harry, I don't want to cause problems. I can take care of myself, you know that!" Hermione knew she couldn't hide it from them, but she wouldn't let them get in to trouble, not over this.
"Tell us what happened" Ron ordered. Hermione sighed, knowing she couldn't keep hiding it. Besides these were her best friends, she shouldn't keep secrets from them.
"Malfoy, I don't know what happened, he just, I don't know, he gave me a hickey, I think" She couldn't explain it, she felt horribly uncomfortable just mentioning it. She felt a jolt run up her spine at the mere memory.
She quickly took in the disgusted and appalled look of her friends.
"Hickeys" Ron corrected icily.
"Did he hurt you?" Harry asked, leaning over the table to peer in to her eyes.
"No, he didn't go far..at all., And he...apologized" Hermione tried to smooth it over.
"Right, and we're suppose to believe Ferret boy can apologize?" Ron scoffed getting on his feet.
"Ron, what are you doing?" She hissed. Her eyes widened when she saw Harry stand next to him.
"I believe Ferret boy just walked in" Harry answered.
"No, Don't you dare!" She warned, a hint of panic in her voice.
"He can't get away with this!" Ron shot back.
"Nothing else happened, just please sit back down! This is why I didn't want to tell you! I can defend myself! Sit down right now!" She tried to order.
"Hermione, if we don't stop him now and he thinks he can try something later on, it would be our fault!" Harry tried to explain.
Forgetting about last night's conclusion of not getting involved until after Hermione finished tutoring Malfoy. But he couldn't help the rage that ran through his veins, Malfoy strutting in, smirk on his face, some of the more idiotic girls instantly fawning over him as he walked to his table, cocky as if he owned the world! And then there was his friend, Hermione sitting in front of him trying her best to cover the marks that littered her neck!
"No it wont! Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Sit down this instant! What if he does something anyway? and you two are expelled, who am I going to have then?" She challenged, trying to make them sit.
They shared a look and sat down.
"Listen to me, please, please don't pick a fight...please" She pleaded.
"Why not?" Ron pressed.
"Because I will not have either of you hurt over something this ridiculous!" She frowned at them.
"Is it better that you get hurt then?!" Ron shot back.
Hermione looked at him, wracking her mind for an answer that would get through to them "If you pick a fight with him...he'll take it out on me, we spend two whole hours together every other day"
Ron's features softened, "I don't like not doing anything" Ron crossed his arms.
"Ron it's fine, I'm fine. It wont happen again, trust me" Hermione comforted her friend.
"We obviously trust you Hermione! It's him we don't trust. And next time don't keep it from us. You don't have to be afraid for us! Worry about yourself Hermione, and don't doubt that we're here for you! There's no reason for you to suffer alone" Harry could feel his voice strained from all the anger he felt.
Hermione leaped over the table and wrapped her arms around her friends. She didn't care how silly or bad it must look, practically lying down on the table "You guys really are amazing, you know that? Now carry me over" She order, tightening her grip around their necks.
She laughed as they pulled her to the other side of the table and she sat between them.
They shared one of their famous group hugs and laughed. Hermione smiled, the awkwardness had passed and they were back to the way they were, the happy Golden Trio of Hogwarts, it warmed her and let all the bad memories fade. She was unaware of the world around them as she cherished these times with her friends.
Draco could very much wretch at the scene before him. He didn't care that he was ignoring the Slytherin's around him, he just couldn't rip his eyes away from the view. There they were, the happy Gryffindor's, laughing!
He half expected Weasel and Potter to try and beat him to a bloody pulp by now, because certainly Mudblood Granger could not be trusted, and she definitely would have to brag about the fact that Draco Malfoy had actually made a move on her. But no, there she was, Happy and laughing as if nothing even happened.
'Is she actually ignoring ME! As if nothing happened? As if we hadn't kissed just yesterday? and as if I hadn't almost had my way with her! She's acting as if nothing happened' The thought irritated him to no end, it was almost insulting the way she was acting.
And then she threw her arms around the two idiots and they held on to her and pulled her over to their side of the table. They hugged, and he thought his breakfast would surely make it's way out.
He didn't fail to notice how Potter pulled away, but Weasel's arm lingered around her shoulder, and he pulled her closer to himself. He also didn't fail to notice the blush that tinted her cheeks. His eyes narrowed on them, 'Does the Weasel like Granger?' He felt like laughing, how would the blood traitor feel if he knew Draco had kissed her first. A smirk crossed his features. Except, he had thought of something else, What if they already kissed? What did he know of Granger's personal life?. He found himself annoyed at the thought. And when he found that Weasley still had his arm around her and that Granger was still blushing like some doped up school girl, he became increasingly irritated.
'What in the bloody hell is wrong with me? I don't give a flipping fuck about Granger'
Draco was thoroughly disgusted with himself, first he wanted Granger's body and now, dare he say, he was angry because she let Weasel touch her,
'Hell no!'
But still he couldn't help it, why the hell was Mudblood Granger blushing over Weasel's touch when she pleaded Draco not to touch her last night. As if he was the filthy one!
He also realized it really pissed him off that she wouldn't acknowledge him, that she wouldn't tell anyone that he almost had her during their little tutoring session, that he wanted her, and tasted her and touched her. It really irked him. He disregarded the fact that she was doing exactly as he asked of her, or threatened, he focused solely on the fact that she was putting the Weasel over him, and that was just insulting!
He felt an anger run through his veins, making his heart pump faster. He couldn't understand why he was so pissed and that only angered him more, he could feel the distinct need to want to hurt her, to make her cry! Hermione Granger was really pissing him off!
And he was repulsed by himself again. What the hell was he thinking, letting Granger's stupid Mudblood ways get to him. He didn't give a shit, he shouldn't give a shit. He resolved it in his mind, he simply didn't care. The thought settled him down completely and he felt back at ease.
'Besides, it's not like I'm the one who gets all nervous when I'm around' he smirked, knowing full well if he wanted to, he could have Granger in the palm of his hand.
Hermione swallowed the remains of her breakfast and waited patiently while Ron and Harry shoveled their second and third helpings. She laughed, why were boys always so hungry? It must be a puberty thing she assessed.
"We have potions in a few minutes, do you suppose Snape is still upset about yesterday night?" Ron asked, looking a bit agitated.
"No, he took 20 points from Gryffindor after you guys left" Hermione huffed, still very angry about the unfairness.
"How about Slytherin?" Harry immediately asked.
"Only 10!" Hermione whined.
"That's not fair! They started it! Isn't that right Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Of course they started it! But apparently Snape thinks it's MY responsibility to take care of his classroom and make sure no one trespasses! I hope he knows it was his house that trespassed before ours!" Hermione was letting all her complaints out.
"That's right, his house. You didn't think he was going to pick a bunch of silly Gryffindor's over his Slytherin's, did you?" Hermione stiffened at the voice coming from behind her, an involuntary shiver wracking through her body.
She didn't say a word, it was better if she ignored him. "Shut your mouth Malfoy, how about you go back to your own table!" Ron growled, getting pissed really fast.
"Why? I came her to discuss a couple of things with My tutor" Malfoy responded, he even had the audacity to put his hands on Hermione's shoulders! Hermione instantly jerked away, getting up and standing behind Ron and Harry, who were already on their feet.
She instantly regretted the motion, it showed fear. It was like she was openly saying 'I'm scared of you'. It would also make Harry and Ron even more angry.
"Don't touch her! Don't you ever touch her!" Harry yelled, as Ron quickly grabbed Malfoy by the shirt,
"Get your hands of me Weasley" Draco hissed menacingly.
"Not before I pound your bloody face in you disgusting slimy git" Ron shook him.
Draco's eyes narrowed, not at the Weasel, Not at Potter, but at the person cowering behind them
'She told them! fucking Mudblood' Draco concluded. He stared her up and down.
He grabbed hold of the Weasel and pried him off his robe, then savagely pushed Weasly and watched amused as he fell on his ass.
"Ron!" Granger yelled, worriedly hovering over the pitiful Weasel on the ground. Draco looked at her in disgust. He then turned his attention to The-boy-who-unfortunately-lived. He was fuming and was about to charge at him. Crabbe and Goyle quickly intercepted potter, and Draco laughed.
"What's going on here" He heard rushing feet. He cursed under his breath cause it wasn't Snape, it was McGonagall.
Nobody spoke. Draco knew if he said anything it would be used against him, he usually didn't like the outcome of McGonagall's fair ways, a flashback of first year and the forbidden forest ran through his mind.
"Mister Malfoy, what are you doing over at the Gryffindor table?" She questioned, eying Ron on the ground.
"Professor, Granger has been tutoring me, and I came to ask her a simple question" Draco lied smoothly.
"Is that right Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked.
Hermione looked at McGonagall then back and forth at Harry and Ron. She weighted her options, Tell McGonagall the truth, that Malfoy came to provoke her and her friends? However, If she told McGonagall the truth, well, Ron kind of started the fight, he did lunge at Malfoy first and even though it was Malfoy that provoked it! She sighed, her friend would be the one in most jeopardy.
"Yes, professor" Hermione responded hating herself for assisting Malfoy.
She had to remind herself that she did it for Ron and Harry and of course the points Gryffindor would have surely lost.
"If that's how it happened. Mister Weasley, please get off the ground" She snapped, briskly walking away.
Ron looked scathingly at Draco as Harry pulled him off the ground.
Hermione shot a glare at Malfoy, she was sick and tired of him, she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, Leave Me Alone! However he was glaring back at her, seeming deeply angry. Hermione didn't let her glare falter, she was not going to back down to Malfoy, no matter how much his icy blue/gray eyes pierced through her own, making her heart pound painfully against her chest. She would not look away first. Hermione could swear her heart was making it's way up to her throat, Malfoy had a way of unnerving her, intimidating her but making her want to lunge at his pretty little face all at once.
Hermione tried her best to control the bewilderment on her face as his eyes raked over her body.
'For Goodness sakes, he cant see a thing! I'm wearing my robes' She thought, highly appalled, however she became painfully aware of how short her skirt was underneath.
With one last glare Malfoy walked off, letting Hermione breath a sigh of relief, one she didn't realize she had been holding in.
"That disgusting, slimy, git!" Ron seethed, making her jump just a bit. "The way he looked at you! It was repulsive!"
She looked down at Harry and Ron, who were sitting back down. She also became painfully aware that everyone had been staring at them, she quickly sat down ducked her head, hoping the other houses and Gryffindor's would look away.
"Ron's right. Hermione, I don't know what's gotten in to Malfoy, but stay away from him! Tell Snape you can't tutor him, we don't care how many points he takes away from Gryffindor, just try to keep away from him" Harry frantically let out.
The early bell rang, alerting students that class would be starting shortly. Hermione got up from her seat and picked up her belongings, she turned back to Ron and Harry smiling.
"Don't overreact you guys. He was just trying to intimidate me" Hermione assured.
"He was just trying to eat you up with his eyes, is what he was doing!" Ron snapped.
Hermione shook her head a bit irritated "Let's think about this logically, He is not only Draco, he is also a Malfoy. There is no way he could possibly be attracted to me, he can't stand me, he hates me. That and daddy would kill him, and if that isn't incentive enough, my blood would surely push him away, he hates Muggle-borns. Why are we even debating this? It's all a moot point because fact is, Malfoy loathes me, not to mention that I dislike him just as much, if not more" Hermione sighed when she finished her argument.
Ron looked at her, almost annoyed, she turned to Harry and he wore the same look. It made Hermione feel slightly put-off.
"It didn't stop him from giving you those" Harry pointed out darkly, as Ron pushed some strands of Hermione's hair behind her ear and Harry ran a finger over her pale, but very marked, neck tracing the damage Malfoy had done. .
Hermione hissed in pain as he pushed down on a slightly tender one. He instantly jerked his hand away alarmed.
"Let me get a better look at those!" He walked closer to her
"It's fine Harry, it doesn't matter what he did because he wont do it again" Hermione insisted., pulling away from both of them.
"How can you be so sure?" Ron asked, getting off his seat and gathering his things.
"Because if he does, I'll kill him, Muggle style" Hermione said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.
Both Ron and Harry shared wicked smirks with her, but their darkened moods returned just as quick.
"It's alright if you want to earn Gryffindor those points, Merlin knows you make over half of them a year with all your brilliant answers. But it's not worth it Hermione, not this time" Ron looked almost pleading.
Hermione sucked in a sharp breath, "I can't. Honestly, he was behaving himself, I don't know what set him off. However, he seemed like he was about to puke afterward, that's why I'm sure he wont do it again" Hermione said feeling quite weird talking about the experience.
"Be careful" Harry looked at her, it was almost an order.
She gave him a nod and smile, the cloud of despair disappearing.
'C'mon you guys, we have class" Hermione reminded, waiting for Harry to hurry.
"You guys go on" He waved them off. Hermione glared at her blue eyed friend "You will not be skipping class on my watch! Get a move on!"
"She's right, Mate. Snape will kill you!" Ron added agitated.
Harry smiled wickedly at them "'Dumbledore has some news to tell me! I don't care if he says Voldemort himself is returning, a day without potions is a day well spent"
Hermione gawked at him, Ron shivered at the actual name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
"Alright then, Hurry along, you don't want to be late to see the headmaster" Hermione urged, grabbing Ron by his robes "And don't forget to tell us everything!" she rushed off, Ron in tow, making Harry laugh at the sight of Tiny Hermione pulling Ron's giant form away, he stumbled after her, as if he was the feather.
Hermione sat on her seat next to Dean, gave him a smile and turned to the front of the class. Snape hadn't walked in yet, and she stared longingly at the empty seat next to Ron. Surely it would be rude to leave Dean all alone. She turned to Dean and he smirked at her.
"Go sit with your mate, it's alright. Besides I need to speak to Longbottom" Dean smiled at her,
Hermione felt a small wave of gratitude and thanked him, she quickly grabbed her bag and rushed to sit next to Ron. She was happy at Neville instantly leaving his seat next to Millicent Bulstrode and rushing to sit next to Dean.
Hermione noticed a big chain reaction, it was almost amusing to watch. When she had left her seat next to Dean, Neville went to her seat, leaving an empty seat next to Millicent. Another Slytherin, who had been sitting by Crabbe got up and rushed to Millicent's side. The seat next to Crabbe was empty and Goyle, who had been sitting next to Pansy Parkinson, rushed to his friend. Pansy quickly shot up from her seat and went over to Blaise and Malfoy, talked to Blaise and in an instant Blaise rose and went to sit on a Pansy's now vacant seat, Leaving Pansy to sit next to a very annoyed looking Malfoy. Within a few seconds, wouldn't you know it, Millicent Bulstrode got up from her seat and sat next to Blaise, leaving behind the girl who had gone to sit next to her in the first place.
Hermione didn't know whether to laugh at the horrified and annoyed Slytherin, or feel just a bit bad that all of it had been slightly her fault. She also felt a slight twinge of annoyance, Pansy Parkinson was such a straight forward girl, had she no subtlety at all? Openly throwing herself at Malfoy, Honestly, it was embarrassing to watch. With a huff she turned to Ron.
Ron looked down, jumped slightly in his seat, let out a sigh of relief and grinned at the girl beside him.
"Merlin, Hermione, you almost gave me a heart attack! Glad you seized the opportunity to sit next to your best mate and help him with his potions work!"
Hermione smiled "Oh?" She feigned surprise "No" She answered herself. Then let out a laugh of amusement at Ron's annoyed face. "It wouldn't kill you to help a friend in need Hermione" He sulked.
"Of course I'll help you! However, I wont do the work for you, you're going to have to try" She pointedly said.
Ron didn't get to reply, the door of the classroom swung open and in glided Snape, his notoriously long cape fluttering dramatically behind him. He walked over to his desk and quickly turned to face his classroom. His eyebrows instantly shot up as he observed his class.
"You've took it upon yourselves to change your seats?" He asked almost amused.
Hermione realized why he looked as if he was about to crack a bit of a smile, She was sitting next to Ron, Neville next to Dean, Pansy next to Malfoy and Blaise next to Millicent.
Hermione almost smiled herself, his best students had arranged themselves with his worst.
Hermione knew because Snape always made it a point to point out his worst students, even his Slytherin students, he also made it a point to seat Dean and Herself, and Blaise and Malfoy together because they were his smartest and he didn't want them to help others. She followed Snape's eyes and they landed on something. She saw just a glance of a definite smirk before he turned sharply away. She looked to the direction he had been looking and she silently giggled. Crabbe was seated next to Goyle.
"Cauldron's out. We will be practicing another potion today. A highly complicated one. I was saving it for next year, however, given the times, I think it best you know it now. It can't be all that hard, two students of this year have already performed it to perfection" He said, staring pointedly at Draco and then Hermione.
Hermione wanted to jump around delightedly in her seat! They had done the potion right, and she knew exactly how it looked and brew if done right. Now she was sure, that if Harry needed saving, or Ron found himself in deep trouble, she could save them from a terrible fate.
"This potion will not be in your Potion's Guide, so I will be handing out the assignment to each of you" He shoved papers in Hermione's face "Pass them back" He said.
Hermione took one and passed the papers back.
"Ron, this is great! I can help you very well with this, I already made this potion, I hear it was perfection" She said almost smugly, disregarding the fact that it was Malfoy who had really done it, all she did was stir it, but she knew exactly how to do it.
"That's great Hermione, but look at all this work!" He sounded aghast.
"It's not as bad as it looks" Hermione assured "When I did it I had to also do a 20 question packet"
"20 question packet?! Kill me!" Ron's eyebrows shot up..
"He's probably saving the packet as homework. But don't worry Ron, I'll help" Hermione tried to console her distraught friend, she knew how despaired Ron got at the thought of any school work, especially Snape's. Hermione grabbed the ingredient list from him and looked through it, she just needed to freshen up her mind at how to brew it, as she remembered most of it.
"Where is mister Potter?" Snape's face appeared so quick in front of hers that she couldn't control the yelp of complete surprise, she also couldn't help the way she threw the parchment at his face.
She was catching her breath as the class snickered at her cruel fortune.
"Sorry professor" She apologized sheepishly, wringing her wrists in embarrassment.
Snape ignored her "Well? Where is he?" He snapped.
"He's at a meeting sir" Hermione supplied.
"A meeting?! During my class?" Snape sounded extremely appalled.
"With the headmaster, Snape...sir" Ron answered, tacking a begrudged 'sir'.
"Very well then" He said, briskly walking to the front of the classroom. "I will leave it up to either of you to inform him to see me immediately after his little meeting" He looked at Ron and walked back to the front of his class.
"Miss Parkinson, Miss Granger, please stand up" Snape announced, turning to his desk.
Hermione's eyes widened. A pang of complete and utter dread ran through her.
'please, please don't let it be what I think it is' Hermione silently prayed, her fast brain already assesing the situation and instantly putting it together, she had the utmost certainty about what was going to happen and she didn't like it. She felt frozen, she couldn't move, she didn't want to move. She turned her head slightly and stared at Pansy, who was staring right back. For a brief moment they shared a look, almost one of understanding. They didn't like where this was going.
"Did you not hear me? I said to stand up!" Snape yelled, glaring pointedly at Hermione and Pansy.
"Why?" Hermione asked, almost defiantly.
"Don't question me Miss Granger! Just do as I say! Up" He ordered, making Hermione shoot up like a bullet.
"I don't want to move" Pansy practically whined.
"I don't care what you wish to do or not do Miss Parkinson. I just gave an order, get up"
"Daddy will be real upset when he finds out his princess-"
"20 points from Slytherin! I said up Miss Parkinson, I could care even less for what your fathers preferences are" Snapped a very irritated Snape.
Hermione felt her jaw drop, as she heard gasps from the class. She couldn't remember the last time Snape had taken points from Slytherin, if ever. Ron silently clapped, and it quickly caught on as the rest of the Gryffindor students clapped. She looked around at the enraged faces of the Slytherin's. Malfoy's face being the most satisfying to watch, she knew it was a tad sadistic to enjoy the widening of his very unusually beautiful eyes, and the absolute rage that skittered through them, as he tried to control the rest of his face.
"25 points from Gryffindor for class disruption!" Snape quickly added, silencing everyone. She looked down at Ron, his face was sure to split from how wide he was smiling. She smiled too. The situation was almost bearable, that is until Snape spoke again.
"Swap seats" he announced, looking back and forth between Hermione and Pansy.
"But, sir..." Hermione let out in protest.
"Why?!" Pansy shrieked.
"Because I said so! Now swap seats! And Miss Granger, I have it well in my mind to take another 10 points from Gryffindor at the sheer idiocy of your protest and questions! You should understand why you need to seat yourself next to Draco, you've already done the assignment. It's unfair to let you work with Mister Weasley and Pansy with Mister Malfoy, if you already know the answer and process to this assignment, Now swap" he ordered. Hermione could almost feel his anger.
However the feel of her insides twisting and knotting together at the prospect of having to sit next to Malfoy, overrode all else. It was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world, she felt a bit nauseous and scared, and nervous and down right angry!
She slammed her bag down on Malfoy's table, a sort of protest, although she made sure it didn't slam to loudly, lest it disturb the students or Snape. She slid in her seat and immediately noticed how close the seat was next to Malfoy. Her shoulder was tightly pressed against his.
'Pansy! That lecherous girl!' Hermione thought angry. Malfoy's face quickly snapped to hers, he eyed her with disgust and at the same time they shifted their chairs farther apart from each other.
"Sir, if I am not to work on the Reveviris potion, what will I be doing for the rest of class?" Malfoy asked. Hermione glared at how easily he dismissed her. She also glared when Snape turned to him and didn't yell. He would have taken points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn, it was unfair!
"A special assignment with Miss Granger" Snape answered. Hermione truly detested the way he was smirking. "Follow me" He ordered walking to the door. They got off their seats and followed Snape, who abruptly stopped at the door way, causing Hermione to slam against Malfoy's back.
He turned back to glare at her, Hermione might have cowered back if she was someone else. She did turn away and looked longingly at Ron, who looked exceptionally red in the face as Pansy was talking. Hermione glared as Pansy slid closer to Ron. 'Is she like that with any boy?!' Hermione thought disgusted.
"I will be back shortly. Do not try anything funny!" Snape warned his class. He swiveled back around and walked out, Hermione and Malfoy right behind him. He stopped in front of a classroom, one that as far as Hermione knew, was abandoned.
"Why are we here?" Draco asked, looking suspiciously at the door. Hermione watched intently as Snape pulled out a key and opened the door.
"This is your assignment" Snape announced, an amused grin crossing his features as Hermione and Malfoy looked at him confused.
"You have one hour to get this classroom as clean as possible, and if you are not done by then, you can work through your free period, I am well aware you both have a free period after My class, there should be no reason for this classroom not to be spotless after you are through with it"
"You can't be serious? This is servant stuff!" Draco hissed, he was not having this, not for one second!
"Miss McGonagall mentioned that you and Miss Granger were rather friendly towards each other during breakfast. Surely co-operating to do the school some good will be no problem? Especially when you both have nothing better to do" Snape answered, the condescending tone to his voice extremely irritating to Draco's ears.
"Is there a problem? No? Good. Then Miss Granger, there are some cleaning supplies inside the classroom in the far right closet" He answered.
"Can't we just use Magic and straighten it right away?" Draco asked, pissed that he was being forced to work and with Granger, and for two hours no less? Hell no! No bloody way was he not going to use magic!
"You can try, but see, this classroom happens to be special, try to use magic and it will reject it. Worst case scenario? your wand dissolves" Smirking, Snape was amused that Draco was pissed the fuck off.
"Then why would anyone even want it?!" Draco snarled, unable to control his growing temper.
"Take that up to the headmaster, mister Malfoy. Miss Granger, please clean this mess, and mister Malfoy, supervise" Snape ordered. Malfoy smirked, Hermione's eyes widened at the blatant unfairness and favoritism and possibly even sexism being displayed.
"Sir! That is highly unfair!" Hermione protested.
"And if you must take a break, Malfoy will clean and you will supervise, now get to work, I have a class to return to. And do be as polite and friendly to each other as you can" Snape looked at them warningly.
With a dramatic whirl of his cloak he walked away, leaving them stranded in front of the empty, dirty classroom.
"Well what are you waiting for Granger? Get to work!" Malfoy ordered, pushing her lightly, but enough that she couldn't hold her balance, in the classroom.
Hermione stumbled in, having to grab on to a stray table to keep her balance.
"Mind you not touching me Malfoy?!" She growled, her hand itching towards her wand in her pocket.
'Of course, that wouldn't work! Magic doesn't work here and my wand will be ruined' she realized bitterly. She continued to glare at the ever conceited face of Malfoy, not liking the way the dark room shadowed over his face, making him look especially malicious. It also made his eyes glitter in the dark background like stars at night, but she wasn't going to recognize that.
"Temper, temper, Granger" He smirked, wagging a finger at her.
She dismissed him and turned away from him. 'Snape said there was cleaning supplies on the right hand closet' she reminded herself. Wanting to get this task over with as soon as possible, the prospect at spending extended periods of time with Malfoy knotting her insides.
Draco stared at her intently as she walked over to the other side of the classroom, probably trying to distance herself from him. He liked it, he liked the fact that she found his nearness uncomfortable, that she felt the need to separate herself from him.
Of course, he had to admit, the feeling was mutual. He detested the fact that they were being forced together at every turn. First with tutoring and now this! And that wasn't even the beginning, they were the smartest students at Hogwarts, he knew for a fact that they would be forced together even more when they both became prefects next year and head boy and head girl the year after that. It was disgusting the way life played with him, he needed those credentials more then a Mudblood. In his opinion, Mudbloods shouldn't even be allowed in Hogwarts, much less become head boy or girl.
He didn't hate Mudbloods as much as the Dark Lord, he didn't think they should be wiped out, or enslaved, but damn it why couldn't they stay in their own world? Had Mudblood Granger not come to Hogwarts he would be top student! He noticed that his intent staring had turned to intent glaring.
It was when he noticed that she was stumbling around in the dark, his eyes adjusted to the dark real quick, a quirk from spending long times in the Slytherin dungeons.
"Oh bloody hell!" He heard followed by a loud crash. He smirked, life treated him every once in a while too. He watched with great amusement as an in pain Granger rose from the floor, holding her rear and silently cursing o herself.
"You could help you know!" Her sharp eyes turned to him.
He gave a weary sigh and looked around the room, he found a little switch right by him, he flicked it with his finger and the room blazed in light. This is what he hated about the light, it hurt his eyes. "You happy? Now hurry up, I don't want to spend my whole bloody day here"
she turned away from him and he looked around the room. It wasn't very big, certainly not big enough for a class. It almost looked like a very large closet. 'Why the hell are we being forced to clean this place up?' he decided he didn't care as long as he wasn't forced to do the work. He looked at Granger and decided that she could handle it on her own. His eyes roamed the classroom and he spotted a red couch, lucky stars because he was tired. He made his way over to it and smiled pleased, it was wrapped in plastic! Underneath it was absolutely clean and looked perfectly comfortable. He tore open the plastic, getting a frustrated look from Granger. He felt completely content and decided to take a cat nap. He laid down and he had to admit the couch was extremely comfortable, and it was large too.
Hermione stared at Malfoy in complete disdain. 'He has some nerve!'. Of course she knew she was expected to do the work all alone, especially that Snape was the one supervising and had literally put Malfoy in charge of her. She took a deep breath, looked away from the offending sight and decided that it was for the best, she much rather him quiet and asleep then awake and being a complete ass.
'Besides this looks easy enough, the place is rather small, I can finish this alone and in less then an hour. The headmaster probably used this as a storage place, from the looks of things'
It held 2 stray desks, some chairs, a big red couch that Malfoy was currently sleeping on, the closet where the cleaning supplies were kept, but other than that it was completely bare. What an odd room, no magic? She wondered what restriction spells it had and was definitely going to look in to it. The place was certainly dusty, black robes and dust did not mix well. She pulled off her robes and neatly folded them, she walked over to the far end of the couch, where Malfoy's feet were laying, and put her robes down neatly and out of the way, so he wouldn't kick them or drop them on the dirty floor.
She instantly got to work, planning a course of action, sweeping the perimeter was for the best, then she would push the desks out of the way and sweep around the rest of the room, she would scrub the floors the right way her mother had taught her, and afterward she would wake Malfoy so he could push the couch and she would clean underneath that too. Then she would dust the objects in the room, give it a final scrub and it would be done. She could almost see it shining, but first she had to get to work. She fell in to the familiar task rather quick, Hermione Granger was no stranger to chores, she did plenty at home. And she had to admit to herself, she was obsessively organized, she had to be, it kept her in order.
Draco was shaken out of his nap by humming, he could estimate he had been asleep for about 20 minutes.
'Is Granger not done?' He thought slightly annoyed. He looked around and noticed the floors were looking much neater. Where was she anyway? His eyes roamed the room and he found her, she was humming and sweeping everything into the middle of the floor. She had his full attention but her humming wasn't it, it sounded delightful whatever little tune it was but that's not what caught his attention. It was the way she walked, he had noticed the little sway in her hips yesterday, but today he was absolutely blown away. He roamed her body, her soft curves slightly hidden with her uniform shirt, His eyes zeroed in on their target, it was her skirt. It was short, it was very short. It showed delicious, bare, inappropriate amounts of soft looking skin.
Now, Draco knew plenty of girl's who wore their skirts even shorter and didn't even try to hide it. But he could tell this was new to Granger's style, with legs like those he would have certainly noticed when her skirts looked shorter than usual, today was definitely a first. He unconsciously licked his lips when she spun around quick, her skirt fluttering up and around in the air, Lord have mercy, did he catch a glimpse of red? He got violent shivers and his hands itched to touch something, to touch her! He never had an urge so great, then he remembered yesterday, and the disgust afterward and his promise to himself that he would never touch Granger.
'She's a fucking Mudblood and she's Granger!' he violently berated himself.
He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, he was going to try his best to go back to sleep, he was going to ignore his urges and temptations, rare for him, and he was going to ignore Granger's existence for the rest of the time he stayed here. Next time he opened his eyes, Granger would have put her unflattering robes on, covering herself and her inappropriate appearance, and those long, soft looking legs. He ignored the disappointment he felt and tightly shut his eyes closed. After all it wasn't everyday a Malfoy was denied a desire, much less by his own self.
Hermione could almost feel it, she ignored the prickling that started at her palms and made it's way up the rest of her upper body. She ignored the slight heat she felt spreading over her face. He wasn't even trying to be subtle! She turned away, hoping that it would make him look away. She felt Malfoy's eyes on her like a hawk, it unsettled her and she could feel the fluttering in her stomach. She wanted to throw something at him and tell him to look away! There was nothing to see here! She also felt like lunging for her robes and throwing them back on, she could care less about the dust.
She let out a huge sigh of relief, something she had been doing too much around him, when he looked away and laid back down on the couch.
'Good! Just go back to sleep and don't even look at me' she wanted to scold him. She hated the fact that she couldn't breath easy if he so much as looked at her, it was pathetic, she didn't know what to make of it. His insults she could take, catch them and throw them right back, his looks of disgust were almost a compliment, but when he looked at her as if she wasn't the person he hated, or worse, when he touched her, it caught in her throat, it was like she couldn't swallow, she couldn't breath and her stomach would go into violent fluttering, it was something unknown and she absolutely hated it, when his hands roamed over her she didn't like it! Especially when she let that breath of relief out. The best she could do was push it to the back of her mind and ignore it.
'I'll just focus on the task, and finish this work so I can get out of here!'
She had finished sweeping, she would just mop and scrub the dirtier parts of the floor, she started the task with a smile, soon she would leave. But damn it all she was feeling uncomfortably warm. She was scrubbing one of the dirtier parts of the floor when she realized she was sweating! She hated sweating, it would make her sticky and it just felt uncomfortable. She rolled up her sleeves, loosened her tie, and opened just a couple of the top buttons on her shirt, she also put her hair in a ponytail, already she felt a bit cooler. She shot a disdainful look at the red couch, 'look at him, lounging around while I scrub the bloody floor!'
Draco could feel her eyes on him, but he forced himself to ignore it, because if he caught a look of her, he would not be responsible for his actions. It was this room, it was this fucking tiny room, she seemed to be everywhere he looked even though his eyes were tightly shut! He could feel her warmth even though he was sure she hadn't stepped close to the couch and damn it all why could he smell her?!
He had enough, he let his eyes open, he was going to tell her to get the hell out, that he could finish the rest of the task. Or if she didn't want to leave, he cheerily would!
He was ready to do just that, sitting up and looking for her, he noticed why he could smell her, her robes were on the couch near his feet, until he found her.
'this fucking Mudblood! She's doing it on purpose!'
she was on all fours, right in front of him! Her hair was in a ponytail exposing that long, smooth neck that he had become all too familiar with last night, but that wasn't the worst part. He could clearly see her exposed chest as her shirt was inappropriately unbuttoned! He clenched his hands hard, tightening his lips and tried to control his breathing. He found that he was unable to breath and that he couldn't quite think straight. So he fell victim to Hermione Granger and the hypnotizing view she was. He could tell she hadn't noticed him watching her, practically leering at her. She was just so captivating, and he decided that he didn't have to touch the Mudblood but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the view. The view of her knees and her thighs exposed, her chest exposed and slowly moving up and down as she breathed, the sheen of sweat on her as she worked, her cheeks were flushed, if he didn't know Granger, and that she was a total tight ass, with her slightly sweaty and flushed cheeks, he would come to the conclusion that she had been having sex. It really was a lovely view, especially when her head was bent and he couldn't see her face , because then he could forget that she was Granger.
And then she mad a 180 turn and if he was shocked before, he might as well have died right then and there, because he knew himself well enough to know he was about to commit a sin. In front of him was Granger, on all fours, but with her ass in the air, as if she was offering it! He could see her tiny waist and rounded hips and then that bouncy, perky little ass in the air, it was too fucking inviting, too much to ignore. Except with this hard impacting realization, that he wanted Granger again, and that it wasn't just a passing notion, another thought caught him. One that he had forgotten about, one that enraged him.
He stood up, a wicked, brilliant plan forming in his head. A plan that would allow him release in two ways and he wouldn't be marred, and he could possibly get rid of this current obsession with Granger, because Draco Malfoy would no longer say no to his desires.
He mad his way over to Granger, watching her stiffen, delighted at how quick she was to be on guard with him around. Before she could move, his quick hand went down and plucked her off the ground. She wobbled as he set her on her feet, not letting go of his vice grip on her upper arms.
"Whats wrong with you now?" She said that almost wearily, as if he had done this before! He frowned but decided to ignore it.
"We have things to talk about Granger" He responded, bringing her closer, making sure her body bumped against his. It made him shiver, it made him delighted at how wonderful she felt pressed up against him. He also noticed that he seemed to stiffen, that she unconsciously put him on edge.
"I don't know what's gotten into you, or why you think you can just grab me and toss me around, but you're sadly Mistaken Malfoy! I'm Not a Rag-doll! You can't treat me whichever way you want!" She shouted at him, struggling as best she could. She was more then prepared to hit him if she needed too.
"Nice job by the way, cleaning the room, looks well enough, now we have time to our selves, right?" he completely ignored her words , loving how she avoided his gaze, looking past him at the wall behind them.
"What are you talking about, you idiot! Let go of me" She threw a well deserved kick at his shin. Draco hissed in pain, but didn't let her go.
"You'll pay for that" he swore, tightening his grip on her arms.
"Come here" He ordered, dragging her with him as he walked over to his red couch.
"You told them" He stated nonchalantly. He ignored her bewildered gaze. "So I figured,, if you could talk about me attacking you, I might as well do it properly" he shot her a smirk and with that he pushed her down on the couch.
"What are you saying?" She asked, breathless, she couldn't believe what she was hearing,
Draco rolled his eyes and ignored her. He settled himself next to her, looked into her bewildered eyes, and quick like a snake, wrapped a hand around the nape of her neck and brought her forward, crashing her lips against his. Soft, and warm and absolutely addictive, that's how it felt when he so much as touched her, again he smelled her, that heavenly scent, the one that made him want to eat her alive, was that fucking scary? Cause it certainly was to him. However, right now, It was bliss, like last night, except he would prolong it this time.
The next chapter is going to be a bit intense so bare with me, and No Lemons... yet. lol this is a T-rated Fanfic, but if you guys want the lemon, i might consider it.
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