Fourth year at Hogwarts pt. 3

"What the fuck are you doing here" Malfoy hissed, his stance was meant to make him look taller, which was unnecessary considering Hermione had to crane her neck up to maintain eye contact.
"I could say the same thing about you," she replied, putting her hands on her hips.
He glanced down, spotting the piece of paper "What's that granger?"
"What's what?" She replied attempting to tuck the paper into her robes
He moved quicker than she anticipated, but instead of reaching for the paper he latched on to the sleeve of her robes jerking her towards the wall. Her back hit the wall with a thump and Malfoy used his body to cage her in.
"Hey! Let me go" she shouted in a shrill voice, thrashing around and swatting at his arms.
"Granger, how much did you hear of that conversation?"
"Enough" she spat
"Shit" he muttered, she watched his mask of annoyance slip into something foreign to her, was malfoy scared?

Reaching up with his right hand, he combed through the top of his hair.
"What are you doing Malfoy?" "Joining the death eaters, working for you know who?"
"Like I said before, you don't know me"
"I'm going to tell Dumbledore what you're doing, I'm not letting you get away with this"
"That's a load of bollocks, we both know that it's your word against mine. What proof do you have that you even saw me?"
"I-"
"That's what I thought he said leaning forward" "And what is it that you don't want me to see?" he reached for her wrist, pulling her arm out toward him.
"It's just my notes for charms"
"I don't buy that granger" he responded
"For someone who just heard a private conversation about how I am involved in something strong enough to kill you with no regrets, you sure do have some nerve to be picking fights"
"You don't have it in you to kill anything Ferret, I bet you would make your house elves the dirty work for you"
He barked out a laugh while narrowing his eyes at her.

"and just to correct you, you're not involved in anything that has the capacity to kill me, you simple wish to be part of it. You're too pathetic to even be wanted by radical sociopaths that wish to commit mass murder."
"Granger, you should be terrified of me," he said, pointing his wand at her throat.
"I'm not, you're just a spoiled-"
"I would shut your mouth right this instant mudblood"
She snarled and started trying to pry at the fingers gripping her arm. He was still trying to snatch the map while keeping her against the wall.
Before she could even launch her next attack he leaned forward enough so that their breaths were mingling. He tipped his head down so that his lips were hovering over hers. He searched her eyes looking for something, she couldn't tell what he was doing, but she couldn't help but lean in. Before she could even think of what she was doing she felt her lips connect with his. Malfoy pressed his lips down onto hers in a slow, firm kiss. Hermione gasped at first contact but quickly joined him and slid her fingers into his hair.
He broke the kiss almost suddenly looking up into her eyes, his lips curved into a smirk and he strode away.
Hermione leaned against the wall putting her hand on her chest trying to regulate her breathing. She made to move towards her common room and reached for her map.
Shit the pocket was empty.
The bastard stole her map while he was kissing her.
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Hermione rolled off her bed glancing over to see a figure fast asleep under the covers across the room. On the other side of her Parvati was beginning to stir.
She padded over to the washroom that was attached to the girls' dormitory. There were 2 toilets and one shower in the lavatory that split from the room she shared with Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Fay Dunbar. She glanced at herself in the mirror. Her eyes had dark circles around them, and her hair was more of a rat's nest than usual. She stepped into the shower desperately hoping that some detangling shampoo would fix her mass of curls. As she lathered the soap in her hands her mind couldn't help but drift to her encounter with Malfoy yesterday. She knew the map was of no use to him because he didn't know the password and she had definitely locked the map prior to him taking it. She knew she needed to confront him and get the map back, the map was rightfully Harry's and if he found out that she had taken it from him, he would never forgive her.
The task was made to occur in the evening. This meant that everyone was going to be in one location. It would be the perfect opportunity to split off, find Malfoy, and demand for the map back.
She stepped out of the shower and tied a towel around her chest and torso. She started to comb through the ringlets that could also double as knots at the top of her head.
Lavender walked into the bathroom,
"Wow Hermione do you need some help with that?" the girl asked while gesturing to Hermione's hair.
"I think I can handle it, shit the comb broke. Actually, can you help?" Hermione said glaring down at the broken comb in her hand'
"No problem at all," Lavender replied, trying to stifle a laugh.
She reached into Hermione's hair and separated the curls smoothly. After she was done with that she pulled the hair into a French braid.
"There we go, out of sight out of mind" the girl declared, clasping her hands together and looking back proudly at her work.
"Thank you so much, if you left me for any longer I think I would have been walking out of the bathroom shears in hand with half of my hair gone" Hermione stated
"It's nothing at all, glad to be of help" she replied
Hermione turned on a heel and made her way over to her trunk to pull out some acceptable clothes for the day.