AN- Another chapter that wrote itself. please let me know what you think. constructive critisism beyond welcome.
Disclaimer- I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
'Idiot, Idiot, idiot!' Hermione was inwardly reprimanding herself. It was Monday morning and she found that she was happy, exuberant and excited. It should be a good thing, Except she was also angry at herself, annoyed, practically devastated! Why? Because she found her good spirits bloomed from the knowledge that today she had tutoring with Malfoy, and thinking that way was just not good.
"Hermione, eat something! For goodness sakes, no wonder you're so skinny!" Ron scolded Hermione.
"We can't all have your appetite, Ronald!" Hermione shot back, immediately shaken from her thoughts.
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Ron was offended.
Hermione instantly laughed "Alright, I'm eating!" She gave up, picking up an apple and taking a bite.
"That hardly counts, but I guess it's better than nothing" Ron grunted.
Hermione shot him a halfhearted glare, she couldn't really be mad at him, he was looking out for her well being after all. Although, in her opinion, Ron had been a bit snappy as of late. She inquired him as she took another bite from her apple.
"You two are going to have to spill the beans at some point" Harry said from besides her.
Hermione and Ron turned to him "What's bothering you Harry?" Hermione asked, instantly panicked, it was almost a reflex to expect doom if Harry predicted it.
"No, No. Nothing's bothering me. It's, whats bothering you two?" Harry shot them both meaningful looks.
"Nothing" Hermione and Ron responded simultaneously, sounding a lot like Fred and George.
"You both seem like, in a daze" Harry shrugged.
'Harry is right. Ron does seem out of it. But me? Am I letting Malfoy affect me that much?'
"It's the extra work, for me. I have to do my homework and classes, and our final exams coming up In a few short months. Plus I have to tutor Malfoy" Hermione explained, some of it was true. But mostly she could handle it all, it was just...Malfoy, she needed to get him out of her system! He was making her crazy!
"Don't overwork yourself Hermione" Harry chided and turned to Ron "Whats your excuse then?"
Ron turned a light shade of red "I don't know what you're talking about, Mate"
"Ron, don't lie to me. What's bothering you?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Ron. You can talk to us" Hermione swore, "You know that"
"Really, it's nothing. I'm fine, really" Ron insisted.
'It's definitely a girl' Hermione scrutinized her red headed friend 'Look at that blush! He may be able to lie to Harry, but he is certainly not fooling me' Hermione smiled knowingly, she would let it go... for now.
Harry groaned.
"What's wrong?" Hermione questioned.
"We have potions, Tracey Davis is not the smartest cookie, you do the math" Harry groaned again.
"I don't know what cookies or math have to do with anything, but Tracey Davis is looking at you" Ron laughed.
Hermione looked up and searched the Slytherin table for Tracey Davis, instead she was met by stormy familiar eyes staring back at her intensely. Hermione was winded and instantly looked away, goosebumps were starting to rise on her skin.
Malfoy was looking at her. She hadn't seen him since Saturday, after the game when he finally spoke to her after weeks of silence, when she realized she might like him, just slightly more than she ever should.
"Did you see her Hermione? Isn't she looking at Harry?" Ron was still laughing.
Hermione shook herself out of her thoughts and quickly scanned the Slytherin table, pointedly ignoring where she knew Malfoy sat.
she found Tracey Davis, indeed she was staring at Harry. Hermione searched the girl's face, was that...adoration in the girl's eyes?
"Uh, yes. She is looking at you Harry" Hermione confirmed, Harry responded with a strangled groan.
"Wow! look at her face. Harry, I think she fancies you" Ron stated astonished, and than erupted into laughter.
"Oh, shut up Ron!" Harry growled, punching Ron's arm.
"I think he's right Harry. She looks positively...absorbed in you" Hermione answered truthfully.
"Please tell me you're joking" Harry moaned distraught. Hermione shook her head.
Ron's eyes were still on the Slytherin table. Hermione's gaze followed his and was once again brought in the direction of Malfoy. She glared, Pansy was in his arms again.
Hermione didn't just feel anger, she felt a kind of sadness overcome her.
'This has to stop' she thought to herself melancholy, because if this continued, Draco Malfoy would be the death of her. She miserably bit into her apple, annoyed with herself again.
"There are worst things, you know" Ron's words snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Than liking a Slytherin" he continued softly, still looking at the Slytherin table.
Hermione almost choked on her bite of apple. 'Good lord! Does Ron know?' She was instantly panicked.
"Liking a Slytherin?!" Harry spluttered. "I don't like her! She likes me! Or so you two say" Harry shot almost accusingly.
"Eh! never mind" Ron shook his head and looked away from the Slytherin table, his face was absolutely on fire!
Something in Hermione's mind clicked. 'Wait a minute! did Ronald Weasley just say there was nothing wrong with liking a Slytherin?!' she was floored, Ron absolutely detested Slytherin's.
'Ron was looking...over at Malfoy...' Hermione was quickly thinking.
She quickly looked at the Slytherin table, not looking at Malfoy but the person next to him, who was currently out of his arms, and Staring back at the Gryffindor table...at Ron!
Ron hadn't been staring at Malfoy, he had been staring at Pansy Parkinson!
'A girl! I knew it was a girl problem! but Pansy?!' Hermione was aghast..
"Oh for goodness sake" she muttered to herself and turning back to her friends. She was about to inform Ron that they needed to have a talk as soon as they were in their common rooms. But before she could get a word out
"Attention everybody!" Dumbledore's voice boomed throughout the walls of the dinning hall.
The room went silent.
"Thank you, I just want to inform you all, Especially the prefects of each house, to make sure everybody is present during supper. I have a special announcement to make and I would like every student here to attend. So do not miss supper" At those words his eyes slipped to Hermione "No matter how much the library may beckon one"
All houses erupted into laughter, Hermione looked down and blushed, she didn't go to the library that much! And honestly, she was getting quite tired of all these jokes of her living in the library! Besides, Dumbledore should applaud her behavior, not laugh about it
"He was just joking, Hermione. No need to get mad" Harry laughed.
"Whose mad?!" Hermione bit back huffily.
"Alright, she is certainly not mad" Ron laughed.
'Well of course they would laugh! The joke wasn't at their expense' Hermione sighed.
"Hurry up you two, we have class shortly. We don't want to be late because we all love our seat mates, don't we?" Hermione tried to sound sarcastic but at the same time She stressed her words, observing Ron.
Ron's cheeks instantly hued red, he was never good at controlling his emotions.
Hermione smiled bitterly, she really didn't like Pansy, at all. 'But if Ron likes her, maybe she isn't all that bad' she shook her head, she was going to watch them both very closely today.
She stood from the Dining table and picked up her bag, it was heavier than the average bag, simply because Hermione liked to read whenever she had any time on her hands, between classes included.
Ron and Harry stood, Ron looked down at Hermione and gave a weary sigh.
"Give it to me" Ron said.
"Give what?" Hermione asked, adjusting her heavy bag over her shoulder.
"Your bag, give it to me" He rolled his eyes.
"No Thank you, I can take it myself" Hermione raised her chin a little. Ron was much taller than herself, but she wasn't very fond of the "Save the Damsel in distress" bit.
"Don't be a prat! That thing weighs more than you do, Give it to me" Ron scolded.
"Rubbish! Now lets go before we're late to class, And don't call me a Prat!" Hermione retorted.
"Only you two would fight over chivalry" Harry intervened testily.
"Hermione, just give me your bag! Look at you, you're going to break your scrawny back!" Ron insisted.
"I resent that! I can handle it, let's go" She wagged a finger at him.
"How can you walk with that thing? No wonder you're stronger than you look! I would be too if I carried a whole other person on my back" Ron lightly slapped Hermione's hand away.
Hermione took a deep breath, reminded herself he really was trying to be nice and maybe her bag was just slightly heavier than usual, as she had stashed 2 really big books in there, one about potions, and the other, her go to read, Hogwarts:A history.
"What's in your bag?" She asked calmly.
"We're going to be late!" Harry tried again.
"Quills,Ink and parchment paper, like any normal person! You know, not everyone carry's a library in their bag! But That's besides the point, don't you think?" Ron replied.
"Alright, how about we switch bags instead. I really don't like the fact that you think I can't handle my own belongings, but if you insist" Hermione tried to deal.
Ron took a second to think. "Alright, mines must be loads lighter" He nodded approvingly.
"Mine, and This is ridiculous" Hermione pointed out, but took her bag off.
"Snape is going to take a million points from Gryffindor, will you two hurry up!" Harry snapped irate.
"Don't correct me! Just give me your bag" Ron frowned.
Hermione handed her bag to Ron, and he gave her his.
Harry was tapping his foot annoyed, the dining hall was quickly emptying.
"Harry, you can do with a bit of patience" Hermione scolded Harry, He opened his mouth at a loss for words.
"She has a point mate" Ron nodded knowingly, Harry was aghast, he had stood around quietly, waiting for them to stop fighting over their stupid bags and he was being scolded for it!
"Well, maybe he can't wait to sit with Tracey" Hermione poked Harry's side and began walking with Ron.
"Hey! Keep saying that and we wont be friends for much longer" Harry ran after his friends and poked Hermione back.
"Hey!" Hermione laughed, if she wasn't in a rush to get to class she would most certainly jab him back.
"Thank goodness we aren't the only ones who might be late. And Snape wont be able to take off points from our house without looking completely hypocritical" Harry sighed in relief.
"What are you on about?" Ron questioned confused, Hermione was also caught off guard.
,"Slytherin's are late too. And not just any Slytherin's it's, Them" Harry stressed his words, subtly motioning with his head behind them.
Hermione slowly looked back, trying to be subtle as well.
Sure enough, Malfoy and Pansy were behind them. She quickly whipped her head back around, she noticed that Malfoy's eyes were on her again.
'Why do I feel like we're being herded?' She quickly thought
It sent a jolt down her spine when she caught his eyes, her heart hammered against her chest.
'No! No! This stops right now! It's only because he's been keeping his big mouth shut for the past 3 weeks, it's nothing! I feel absolutely nothing past the valley of shallow...attraction! Oh, EW! Stop this Hermione, Just stop!'
Hermione was extremely exhausted with her own self!
"Let's just get to class" She said, speeding up. Surprisingly, but not much, Ron also sped up, with a very noticeable spring in his step 'Like he's running away, at least we're on the same boat' Hermione scrutinized, speeding up some more to keep up with Ron's long strides.
"Hey! Where's the fire?" Harry groaned, speeding up none the less. He was quickly getting aggravated with his friends, first they wouldn't hurry, now they rushed as if Voldemort himself was on their heels.
Hermione groaned, she had momentarily forgotten that she shared a seat with Malfoy, therefore her running was ridiculous. 'At least we're on time, Snape isn't even here yet'
Hermione gave her friends encouraging smiles while they miserably made their way to their seats.
Ron let a small smile play on his lips as he sat on his chair, something Hermione didn't miss.
'Keep an eye on Ron' she told herself.
All thoughts of Ron banished, as the chair next to her screeched against the floor, it made her
noticeably stiffen and she instantly looked down at her potions book in front of her.
'He's here. OK, Just calm down, Hermione. And for goodness sake, stop talking to yourself! They're going to put me in St Mungo's, I'm going insane' she inwardly groaned. She really was feeling devastated.
"Granger, you heard Dumbledore, right? Let's not stray to the library today, Hm?" Hermione stiffened some more as Malfoy surprised her by speaking.
"W-what?"she asked, breathless. She looked up at him, a violent shiver made it's way down her spine. He was sitting just a little bit closer than usual, it was almost unnoticeable. But Hermione could tell, his chair wasn't touching the leg of the table as was normal, he was sitting just a bit closer, and it unnerved her.
His trademark smirk slowly made it's way to his lips making Hermione look back down at her potions book
"Well, don't be daft. He only just announced it ten minutes ago" Malfoy looked down at his bag and pulled out a quill and parchment paper,
'Why is he speaking to me? Why is he sitting closer? Why can't I speak?! He just called me daft, say something' Hermione could feel heat start to pool at her cheeks.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" She slightly jolted startled as Malfoy spoke again, except this time there was a clear tone of arrogance in his voice.
Hermione collected herself, she was acting like his stupid admirers, how pathetic?
"No more than usual" She replied coolly.
"Clear signs. Girls these days sure tend to get ahead of themselves" Malfoy seemed to be speaking to himself, but it was obvious to Hermione he meant her.
"And what, May I ask, are you on about?" Hermione questioned irritably, as she wasn't very fond of the tone in which he spoke, or his implications.
"Oh, Nothing. It's just quite obvious that you're dazzled by me" He replied simply.
Hermione's eyes widened. She almost choked on Nothing! That's how startled she was!
'He can't know! No way, I wasn't that obvious! Because I don't even like him that much that it's noticeable!'
"N-now look at the one who's being daft" Hermione retorted, mentally cursing herself for stuttering.
"Ooh, what was that?" He asked, again the smirk played at the corner of his lips.
'Good lord, kill me'
"Just shut up Ferret!" Hermione hissed, unable to wrap her head around the situation.
'Three weeks. No taunts. No cruel remarks. No insults. No Glaring. And my personal favorite, No touching of any sort! for three weeks, and now he speaks?! I don't understand!'
Malfoy's eyes hardened at the insult "Alright, just doing Snape a favor, get along with my Mudblood tutor and seatmate. That's clearly not possible. And I'm quite glad, now I don't have to be pleasant to you and I wont be reprimanded for it. Pardon me while I wretch at the thought of you" Malfoy quietly snarled.
Hermione was caught off guard, his mood swings were abnormal!
And just like that she felt released. Released from whatever power had made her so acutely aware of him.
"That's what you call being pleasant? I can only wonder what it's like being the vile ferret you truly are?" She hissed back sarcastically.
"Bushy haired, buck tooth, filthy Mudblood" He shot back.
"Slimy, disgusting, egotistical, daddy's boy!"
"My father will hear about this! Ridiculous I have to suffer next to you! Intolerable trash!"
"Of course he will. Daddy to the rescue...again!" Hermione answered scathingly, stressing the word.
"Oh, I don't need him to keep you in line, Don't test me Mudblood! Don't!" He hissed back venomously.
Than he did something that caught Hermione off guard, he leaned in "Because you already know what I'm capable of...to keep you quiet" his eyes traveled, agonizingly slow, down her face to her mouth and down her neck.
"The marks are gone, I see" He chuckled darkly, insinuation clear in his voice.
Hermione turned to send a taunt his way, hoping her discomfort didn't show as she clasped a quick, protective hand over her neck. But she was sent reeling, he had on the most devious smirk across his face, his blue stormy eyes were shining dark, intimidating, and he raised a suggestive eyebrow at her.
And just like that, she was caught again.
She turned away from him without another word. 'I'm pathetic!' she growled to herself. 'How can I be so infuriatingly shallow?! It's not like me!'
Hermione couldn't fathom what it was that attracted her to Malfoy! She was always aware that he looked good, she always knew. But it never affected her, until now!.
'Is it because he was my first kiss?' she wondered idly. But that was preposterous, she always told herself that whoever her first crush, love, kiss, first anything, was, she wouldn't let it affect her in such away. She was above the emotion that made some girls so clingy! Wasn't she?!.
'I have self control! I have discipline! Why can't I control this? It's absolutely absurd! Perhaps I'll go to the library during my free period. Maybe I'm under some spell or potion! Maybe someone's pranked me into liking Malfoy!' the worst part of her thoughts were that she truly wanted this to be some sick joke. Because it just wasn't possible that she liked Malfoy!
There was no substance behind it, none. They had all of 1 nice tutoring session, which ended in him attacking her. He attacked her in the same way the morning after that, and than proceeded to ignore her for 3 weeks, and it brought them here. Back to normality, insulting each other. Except it was completely different! Because Malfoy had been suggestive and Hermione was possibly starting to like him.
Hermione didn't realize Ron make his way to her desk. He smiled down at her and handed her bag to her. She rolled her eyes but smiled back and handed his much lighter bag to him. "Thanks" she mouthed as he went to take his seat.
Malfoy scoffed at her side, making Hermione tense self consciously. 'What's he thinking?'
Snape walked in, Hermione was instantly grateful and she visibly relaxed, her shoulders losing the tension. She would have let out a sight of relief, but it was very likely Snape would deduct points from Gryffindor for the noise.
Hermione watched Snape, he was mumbling annoyed. 'He seems upset'
"Today we will be going over a very simple potion. Nothing that would stress you" he almost grumbled it out.
The classroom instantly buzzed with hushed conversation. 'So I'm not the only one who notices'
Hermione turned to give Harry a curious gaze, he raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Hermione turned back around, and let her eyes stray to Ron. She hadn't forgotten just yet about her mission to observe him.
'Odd, last time I checked, Pansy is on top of any boy she gets near. Even with Ron, at first she was practically sitting on his lap. And now she's as far as the table will allow. I wonder why?'
Hermione also noticed Ron's foot tapping rapidly against the floor, 'He's nervous' she deduced.
Hermione was boggled, at first she was almost sure Ron liked Pansy, she had even had a fleeting notion that Pansy may feel the same, what with all the staring. But here they were, as far as could be and almost anxious to leave. She really wanted to know what was going on there!
"I'm handing back a questionnaire, it will be graded at the end of class! It's on the Reveviris potion, one you should have studied thoroughly! This should be no problem!" Snape informed, passing back parchments of paper.
Malfoy snorted from next to Hermione, making her aware of his presence once more. Sitting next to him was unexplainable. She had been prepared for insults, harassment, possible pinching from time to time, everything that made Malfoy a complete prat! But he hadn't done any of that, until this morning. It was like sitting next to a bomb, it will go off, but you are very unaware of when or how to diffuse it.
Hermione very deliberately ignored his existence and answered the questionnaire without a hitch. She had studied the Reveviris potion and brew it, it was forever ingrained in her head.
She couldn't help but notice that while she ignored him he ignored her back. And that was not very Malfoy. He liked to annoy her and insult her whenever an opportunity presented itself.
'But he hasn't done that in a while!' what Hermione wouldn't give to be able to pry into that Malfoy brain, just to see how things worked in there, just for a second.
She peeked at him, his silvery hair was hanging in wisps over his eyes, as he wrote down his answers on his parchment, he even had a lazy way of going about it. As if it was too easy for him to exert any real energy into it.
Hermione was blatantly ogling him. 'He really is something. He's almost...pretty. Why does he have to be such a prat? His beauty is only skin deep, he doesn't have a good heart. He's spoiled himself'
Hermione's thoughts were almost sorrow filled, as she realized what a waste his beauty was. Of course she was well aware that no one was perfect. But his face just didn't belong with his personality.
'His face is beautiful...his personality isn't. I guess it's very true, looks can be extremely deceiving'
Because Hermione wouldn't blatantly lie to herself, she knew if she had seen him outside of the wizarding world. The way he looked now, writing without a care, his eyes looking at the questions sparingly and quickly answering them, she would never think him a bad guy.
'Because bad guys don't look like him. Because bad guys aren't so deceptively gorgeous. Because if he were in a movie he would be the night in shining armor come to save the princess'
Hermione realized how almost brainwashed she sounded. But she also knew the reality of the world. She knew how unfair it was, that someone as rich and wealthy and even ...gorgeous as Malfoy was so powerful and yet so cruel. 'So cruel'.
She was staring at him the whole time, she hadn't noticed the almost melancholy look her eyes had, as she searched his face for something, anything that might make him redeemable. Any way she could search into him and pluck out one reason he wasn't as bad as he seemed, with his twisted views of the world and his hate for people who weren't like him.
"Need something Mudblood?" his cold voiced hissed, piercing the silence and shaking her away from the thoughts in her head.
She instantly looked away, embarrassed at being caught so blatantly staring.
She opened her mouth about to apologize but remembered what he had called her and opted to just ignoring him again.
"This is ridiculous. You realize if you keep concentrating on me during class, you'll fail. And than what would you have left? Your one good quality would be gone. Than you'd be just like the rest of your kind" Malfoy turned to peer at her face.
Hermione pointedly ignored him, she would not be provoked, not with Snape so close.
She swallowed, trying to take in the insults she wanted to hurl at him. 'Bigot! Why do I even...there's just no way I could who cares how attractive he is! He is completely and truly an awful human being!'
when the class was dismissed, Hermione could not leave fast enough. She almost tripped on her own chair in her rush to leave.
"Do me a favor, next time fall and do try to fatally injure yourself" Malfoy had sneered at her lack of grace.
Hermione would usually respond to his comment, but she was so tired of him! She ignored him again and received another sneer for her efforts.
She walked out after Malfoy, mostly so temptation didn't get the better of her, cause if Malfoy kept talking down to her she would certainly lose it.
'How can I be so ...interested in him!' Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her terrible misfortune.
'I think I'm blowing this really out of proportion' Hermione thought to herself as she walked out of class, waiting for Ron and Harry by the door.
She paid just enough attention to register the fact that Pansy and Ron were the last in the class. They seemed to be packing their things really slow. So slow that Snape had to scold them to speed it up and go to their next class.
"I wonder what was with Snape" Harry broke the silence, as the three walked to their destination.
"Something was off, wasn't it" Hermione agreed.
"Something is always off about that man!" Ron huffed. "Lucky you, Hermione! You have a free period now! What I wouldn't give to get a 45 minute nap!" Ron whined.
"Nap! No way, I'm going to do some research on..." Hermione instantly blanched.
"On what?" Harry questioned.
"The...uh...the" Hermione couldn't say she was going to look into her feelings for Malfoy, or that she was praying to find a cure on whatever obvious curse was done to her.
Harry and Ron looked at her curiously, waiting for her answer.
"Centaur essay...for extra credit. For Binns" Hermione lied, instantly wanting to tell the truth. She didn't lie, not to Harry and Ron.
"Extra credit?! For the love of Merlin! You're the only one who isn't bored to tears in that class!" Ron yelped in disbelief.
"Yeah, well.. . I want to" Hermione shrugged, just wanting to drop the subject.
They waved goodbye to one another and Hermione briskly made her way to the library.
She grabbed the first book she could find on curses and charms and sat down to work.
'I'm just over reacting. Physical attraction is just that, Physical. I like his face, his eyes, his hair... I just like the way he looks. Because when he opens his mouth I want to kill him. There is really no reason for me to be worrying about him!' Hermione was insistent with herself, her 'feelings' were nothing but her extreme shallowness seeping through. She knew there was more to people than looks, she wouldn't let herself be influenced by Malfoy's one of a kind eyes. Or angelic face, and wispy silvery hair! No, she wouldn't have it.
'And I have got to stop being so...involved! I can't keep thinking of him! It's obsessive and pathetic!'
With that final thought Hermione slammed the book down, finding nothing she didn't already know. She decided that if Malfoy crossed her mind, it would be nothing more than a fleeting thought. There was nothing to him she didn't already know, so she would just ignore this momentary insanity and get over it.
It was almost relief, letting her thoughts gp. She could take a deep breath and sigh enjoying the freedom. She accepted it but she wasn't about to act on it and much less pursue him.
Hermione made her way to supper with Ron and Harry by her side. Dumbledore had an important announcement to make.
"What do you think it is?" Hermione questioned.
"Who knows, Dumbledore is insane! It could be anything" Ron grumbled.
"He is not insane!" Harry stated vehemently "He just...thinks differently!"
"Yeah! He's completely mad!" Ron insisted.
"Enough you two! Just sit down, be quiet and listen" Hermione scolded, dragging them to the Gryffindor table.
Everyone sat quietly and ate quietly, waiting for Dumbledore to make his announcement.
It was the loud clinking of glass that got everyone's immediate attention.
"Hello everyone! I presume all my students are here" Dumbledore said.
"Many things have come to my attention. Why don't I see my houses intermingle? I'm all about house unity! The different houses was never a way to divide my students, simply a way to be more ordered and work better to your strengths. However, I have a small solution. It wont work immediately, but it wall be the start of a grand tradition" Dumbledore informed, Hermione could clearly see the knowing twinkle in his eye. And she knew that either she would completely love what he said, or completely hate it. There was no in between.
"I also have heard from your Muggle studies teacher, that a lot of you have taken interest in that class. Together, with the help of the staff we have come with a nice solution to house unity and a way to enjoy a Muggle event that should be fun for everyone! A valentines day dance" Dumbledore beamed.
Hermione instantly caught on to his words 'He said dance...not ball. A dance? Like normal muggle schools?'
There really wasn't a difference, except a ball was much more formal.
The dining hall was instantly abuzz, with excited chatter or disgusted growls.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice boomed, cutting everyone off.
"not only will it be a dance. But it will be a dance planned out by the students!" Dumbledore informed.
Hermione's eyes widened, 'like a activity and planning committee?!'
"I have selected and split the tasks myself. First, Ravenclaw will be in charge of the scheduling. House prefects will have meetings to make sure each house is doing their task correctly. It is the prefects of Ravenclaw, who are in charge of scheduling these meeting and notifying the other prefects" Dumbledore said, looking at the Ravenclaw table.
"Next, Hufflepuff is in charge of decorating, the dining hall is to be turned into the very personification of Valentines day, and as appreciation for Muggle customs, all decorations must be on display without magic. Please discuss with Miss Burbage for any help necessary" Dumbledore pointed to the Muggle studies teacher.
"Gryffindor, because of it's very abundance in our beloved Muggle-borns, will choose the music. Muggle music, keep it nice and clean and tasteful" The headmaster looked at the Gryffindor's.
Hermione's breath hitched. She was going to be given the chance to bring her music devices to school?! It sent a jolt down her spine, the one downside to Hogwarts was not being able to listen to her everyday music.
She tried real hard not to let an excited grin cross her face, she didn't know if the Gryffindor prefects would even ask her. She would volunteer regardless.
"And in charge of it all. Making sure everything gets done, Slytherin. That mean's it's your job to make sure everything is on time and done right"
Dumbledore looked around at the faces of his houses, some were beaming, some were amused and some were down right disgusted.
"This will hopefully help. But there is one other catch...that you may not like, but that's for next week when Mr. Flitwick meets with you all"
Hermione, Ron and Harry looked almost stunned. "This is...different" Harry stated.
"It is. But how wonderful! And we get to choose music! Muggle music" Hermione beamed excitedly. Harry smiled too, "Is Muggle music any good?" Ron asked .
"It's brilliant!" Harry exclaimed.
"If you say so" Ron nervously.
"I would really love to further discuss, but look at the time! I'm pretty late. I have tutoring" Hermione grabbed her heavy bag and rushed off, throwing quick waves at Ron and Harry.
Dumbledore's announcement had taken up quite a lot of time. She had 5 minutes to get to Snape's class. She rushed with the key on her neck, and opened the door, dropping her bag, she ran to the front of the classroom.
"Right, today we have the test. We can work together on it. I doubt that's going to happen" Hermione mumbled to herself.
"You do that a lot" she heard Malfoy's voice behind her.
She turned and looked at him, feeling a small fluttering in her stomach.
"And what's that?" she choked out.
"Talk to yourself. It's fucking scary. Stop it. As if you weren't bad enough, you're psychotic now?" He rolled his eyes and walked towards her. When he passed by her, he let his shoulder bump against hers.
"The word is 'Excuse me'!" Hermione hissed, trying to hide the pain from her voice.
Malfoy wasn't exactly a fairy, he hurt!
He turned to face her, his paper in hand. His face was positively terrifying. He looked absolutely angry, his eyes were steeled and gray, his eyebrow creased and he was throwing a very obvious sneer at Hermione. Even his body seemed rigid.
"What's your problem?" Hermione asked, not liking the fact that a simple look could intimidate her.
"You! You're my problem" He hissed, taking a step toward her.
Hermione didn't allow herself to step back, he couldn't just scare her.
"And what have I done to you?!" Hermione asked annoyed.
"You were born! You and your disgusting kind are always trying to weasel your way into My world! Why can't you stay in yours. Starting with you, why couldn't you stay in your place where you belong" Malfoy growled out between clenched teeth.
Hermione was appalled. It never ceased to shock her just how much Malfoy hated Muggle-borns.
"Malfoy, you have no right to say that I don't belong here!" Hermione yelled.
"I do! This world, this place, magic, it's MY right! Not yours! You didn't even deserve it! You're a Mudblood."
"And why do you deserve it? Why is this world yours and not mine?! I know magic too, and I'm good at it! I'm a lot better at it than you are!" Hermione shot back, her voice shaking with the anger she felt.
"Better than me? Have you lost your mind?!" Malfoy growled, taking quick strides to get in her face.
"Classes and test scores point to it" Hermione stated, taking a slight step back.
"If we were to duel, believe me Granger, you would be dead before your head hit the ground" Malfoy swore, getting closer to Hermione's face.
"Look at what you've reduced this school to! The best wizarding school and you've ruined it with-"
Hermione's eyes began to sting, she wasn't going to just stand around and be insulted.
"You know what, we have a test. So get out of my way so I can take it-"
"Don't. Cut. Me. Off" Malfoy hissed, grabbing both her elbows in his hands
Hermione tried to pull away but she knew before she tried it wouldn't work.
"With your tainted blood! Mudblood dances, to celebrate Muggles?! It's fucking vile" Malfoy hissed, pulling Hermione closer, making sure his face was inches from hers.
"Look at me, Granger! Do you realize how much you nauseate me?" He pulled her even closer and she had to twist her face to the side so their noses wouldn't touch.
"Let go of me! I don't care what you think! I've told you this before, I don't care! And you're saying this like I asked Dumbledore to do this-"
"Don't you get it you stupid, daft, idiot! Even if it wasn't for this reminding me just what a virus your kind is, I would still be sickened by you! You disgust me!" Draco hissed in her ear, his voice sending chills down her spine, his hand tightened around her elbows making her wince.
"If I disgust you so much, why do you keep touching me?" Hermione shot back, twisting her face to look at him directly.
"If I disgust you so much why have you kissed me?! Why have you touched me?! Why do you keep pulling me closer, If I nauseate you so much?!" Hermione accused furiously, yanking at her arms.
Draco wasn't even stunned by the question.
"When, the first or the second time?" He asked calmly, pulling her closer his fingers tightening on her skin.
"Any time you psycho!" Granger hissed out, as the stinging in her elbows was starting to get painful.
"The first time, it was just too easy! You're so easily intimidated. And I know that I took your first kiss, now that belongs to me" Draco chuckled, pulling Granger closer. Hermione had to lean her whole torso away from him, as they were barely centimeters apart.
"As for the second time, it was to teach you a lesson. Running your stupid Mudblood mouth to your friends, after I told you to keep your mouth shut about it" Old anger bubbled in his voice.
In a swift movement he pulled her closer, not giving her room to lean away, their bodies pressed together. Granger cringed, as his face came closer to her neck, he grazed his nose lightly over her skin.
"You're certifiably psychotic! You waste my time telling me how much you hate my guts, and how you're sickened by me and now you're touching me?! Sod off Malfoy!" Hermione bit out, praying to anything that her voice didn't tremble, trying to lean away from him.
"Oh, didn't you hear me" He turned her and began walking, Granger couldn't see where she was headed and tried not to trip on her feet as she was forced to walk backwards.
"I believe I said" Draco smirked, leaning into her ear. He let her go and his hands went to her sides, on her rib cage.
"That you're too easy" he mumbled, letting his lips move over the skin of her neck. Granger gasped as he lifted her up. She cringed at how his fingers dug into her skin, bruising her rib cage, and set her down on Snape's desk.
Granger instantly tried to hop off, but his face was level with hers now. And before she could even make a move, Draco squeezed between her thighs and than yanked her closer, their middles crashing against each other, Hermione widened her eyes in horror. Her skirt was bunched up, revealing almost all of her legs.
Draco eyed them hungrily and his hands ran up her thighs, slowly, massaging the soft skin as they made their way higher up.
"It's been a while, Huh?" Draco murmured, his face leaning closer to hers. He began to kiss at her jaw, working his way up to her ear. He slowly kissed back down, grabbing at her thighs trying to pull her closer to his middle. Wanting to feel the heat between her legs.
"You don't treat me like a human" Granger bit out, her free hands rising to his chest, trying to shove him away.
"That's because you're not, really" Draco answered, his hands going to her hips and further to her waist. He inhaled at her neck deeply, silently moaning et her scent. 'She still smells so good'
"Than what am I?" Granger growled trying to pry his hands off her waist, and trying to slide away from him. He kept a tight grip on her hips, every time she dragged away he would roughly pull her back in, their middles always crashing against one another. Draco loved exactly how this felt, it made her feel a little closer every time.
"You? You're a Mudblood" He murmured, pulling the soft skin of her neck into his mouth, nibbling at it with his teeth. 'She still tastes good'
Hermione's eyes stung at his answer. she wasn't human she was a Mudblood.
"I find you disgusting too! You're nothing but a no good Death Eater! Now shove off!" Hermione ordered, punching his chest as hard as she could.
'If he gets to hit me! I get to hit him too!' Hermione thought.
She smirked when Malfoy winced, and used the time to shove him further away and slide off Snape's desk. She was making a quick escape to the door, deciding she could do her test and bring it back later if necessary.
She didn't get to leave, she was shoved against a student desk, her arms flew out to catch herself, so her face wouldn't hit wooden surface.
She heard the loud crash of something hitting the floor and she made to turn. She didn't get to do that either. Malfoy was behind her, pinning her palms to the desk with his hands and hovering over her.
"What did you call me?" He growled in her ear.
Hermione's heart started beating wildly, she didn't like this position, she couldn't see his face. She couldn't see how angry he was. She couldn't see what he would do to her!
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Wasn't it much more tense? Draco Malfoy scared me! Lol, poor Hermione she's really fighting with herself!
Next chapter will be in Malfoy's sort of, perspective, and we get into his thoughts more so than Hermione's and we'll see why he WAS SO MAD!