Forbidden Feelings

Hello everyone :P so I have been so bored today I decided I would update this story once again :) thankyou so much to everyone who's reviewed you really do keep me going and encourage me to write more :) here's the next chapter.

Chapter Three

Hermione

"NO! For the last time, you're stirring it too quickly!" Hermione snapped. It was potions and their clever teacher had decided to put the two Heads together. Which was leading to disastrous results.

Malfoy stopped stirring completely and sat back down.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Well, Miss Know-It-All, since you know how to do it why don't I just leave you to get on with it." Malfoy sneered.

"But we're meant to work in pairs! It won't work if we don't work in pairs!"

"Really? Well can you see it working now hey? We've been paired together for what, twenty minutes and nothings happened! You think you know it all, don't you Granger, well-"

"ARGH! Shut the hell up Malfoy!" Hermione screamed in frustration, as the potion got thinner and thinner instead of thicker.

"Make me, Mudblood." He snarled.

"Right, THAT'S IT!"

Hermione and Malfoy turned around in surprise as Ron came charging at Malfoy, Harry following behind, desperately trying to get hold of him.

"Now what's going on here then?" Professor Slughorn came up from behind a desperately struggling Harry and Ron.

Everyone stopped and silence echoed through the room. Hermione went a little pink, not realising the whole room must've heard her fight with Malfoy.

"Potter and Weasley just started on me, sir," Malfoy smirked.

"WHAT? No we bloody well-"

"Silence! Now lets see, we'll have twenty points from Gryffindor for fighting, and ten from Slytherin for provoking them." Slughorn said,

"What? That's not-"

"Silence! Get back to work!"

"This is all your fault Granger," Malfoy snarled as Slughorn, followed by an angry looking Harry and Ron, walked away. "If you hadn't tried to boss me around-"

"My fault? My fault? If you weren't so bloody difficult all the time it would've been fine! Now if my potions grade fails because of you, I swear to god I'll-"

"You'll what Granger? Hey? What will you do?" Draco smirked.

Hermione sighed in exasperation and sat back down at her desk.

The rest of the day wasn't much better. All the teachers seemed to think it a great idea pairing the Heads up. In charms, Professor Flitwick ended up nearly knocked out by a flying kettle, in transfiguration, Hermione had to desperately apologise to Neville Longbottom, who ended up with rollar blades for feet, and in herbology, Hermione had to go to the hospital wing, after Malfoy thought it would be funny to trip her up by a fire seed plant.

After much comfort from Harry, Ron and Ginny at dinner, Hermione decided she'd go to the dormitory and curl up in front of the fire with Crookshanks. Luckily, tomorrow was a Saturday, so she'd have two free days of lessons, and hopefully Malfoy. She smiled, as she remembered her and Ron's plans to meet at Hogsmeade. But when she got to the dormitory, she found Malfoy was already sat in front of the fire.

Draco

Draco sighed and stretched out on the sofa. It had been a long day. He smiled at the thought of how much he'd wound Granger up today. That fire seed incident had definitely made his day. He looked up as the portrait door opened and Granger walked in. He thought back a laugh at the burns on her arms and face. She looked at him and sighed, scowling.

"What's the matter Granger? Hard day?" Draco smirked.

"You shut it you little Ferret." She snapped.

"Oooh someone has a fiery temper." Draco started laughing, and watched as she slammed her stuff on the floor and walked over so she was stood in front of him.

"Now you listen here Ferret. You don't come near me okay? Just leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. We just live in the same place. We don't need to talk, or anything. Get it?"

"Oh Granger. You really need to learn that you do not tell me what to do. No-one tells me what to do. And as for not talking? Why would I want to talk to you anyway? Your pathetic, you, the Weasel, Pottyhead. You're all sad, pathetic losers."

"You really don't want to make me angry right now, Malfoy."

"Or what? What are you going to do? Now I'm going to bed. This Mudblood stench is getting too much for me." Draco stood up and went to walk out. But Granger stopped him. "What the hell are you doing?" He snarled.

"We have Head duties tonight, remember?" She snapped.

"You do it then. I'm not, I need my beauty sleep."

"We're both meant to do it Malfoy!"

"Oh Granger, grow up will you? You don't need anyone else you have the prefects for gods sake!"

"Fine! You know what? Don't be surprised if Professor McGonagall stops you from being Head Boy."

"Oh, I'd be glad. At least it would mean I could sleep in a Mudblood free zone. Now get the hell out of my way!" He shoved past her and went up to his room before she could answer.

Draco threw himself on his bed, smirking to himself. God, he loved winding Granger up. Tap tap, tap tap. What the hell was that? Draco sat up and looked at the window where the noise was coming from. He saw an owl perched on the window outside, tapping it with his beak. He sighed, and got up, opening the window and letting the owl in. He took the letter from the owl and let it back out. He turned the letter over and saw the name Hermione on front. He went to go throw it downstairs at her when he smirked. "I wonder who's writing Granger letters?"

He opened the letter and saw it was from the Weasel.

Hermione,

I'm really behind on homework already, so can we meet at Hogsmeade a bit later tomorrow? Maybe three ish? Let me know. I hope you're okay and the ferret isn't driving you too mad.

I love you, Ron xxxx

Draco smirked even more, closing the letter. "Oh, how I'm gonna have fun with this..."

Chapter three all done! :) I hope it was okay. Please review and let me know, and I'll update depending on how many I get ;) thankyou :) x