Here's a little something that I thought up after being put in a similar situation during class one day.
The constant tapping on desks is seriously annoying, so it definitely lent itself to this fanfic.
Hope you like it!
I'll Believe It When I See It
It was Christmas Eve.
Both the Head Boy and Head Girl remained for break during their "eighth year" of schooling at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry instead of doing what practically the entire student body had done and gone home. Why spend time with family when they didn't care or, in Hermione's case, still did not remember you, anyway? The Second Wizarding War was over, Voldemort was long gone, and the students were asked to repeat their previous year at Hogwarts due to the "extenuating circumstances."
'Couldn't they just say the truth? That a crazy, evil, wizard with a severe case of I-Hate-Myself-itis who split his soul into seven pieces while he attended school at Hogwarts was trying to destroy all of the things he was himself? No. Of course not. It would upset the parents. Pfft.' Hermione clicked her tongue disapprovingly at the thought.
The Heads common room was calm and silent; except for the constant drumming of a finger on a desk. Normally, this would not bother Hermione because her mind would be too far gone; reading Hogwarts: A History for the millionth time, of course. However, the constant noise was irritating the hell out of her tonight. There wasn't even a rhythm to it. It was incessant tapping and it was driving her up the wall. She tried to ignore it.
Tap.
Tap, tap.
Tap, tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap.
'Just relax, Hermione. He will stop soon enough, surely,' she thought to herself.
Tap.
Tap, tap.
Tap.
She looked over from her cozy couch by the fire to where he was sitting at the desk, one hand in his hair, the other offensive appendage tapping away.
Gritting her teeth together, Hermione huffed and closed her eyes. 'Deep breaths. In. Out. That's it.'
TAP.
TAP, TAP, TAP.
The drumming was becoming all she heard. A constant, annoying, not even rhythmic, piercing, reverberating sound. It was overpowering her sense of hearing and would make her go insane if he didn't…
"STOP!" she yelled.
Draco Malfoy looked up from his parchment to glare at her. "Am I annoying you, Granger?" he sneered.
"Yes, now if you would, ferret, stop with that racket. I can't concentrate."
"Oh, but it's so much fun when you're flustered, Granger. You get so incredibly pissed about the tiniest little things. Being stuck in this bloody room with you, no one else to talk to, for the entire break has helped me to reach this conclusion," Malfoy drawled as he continued to tap his finger.
"I do not. Just because I like peace and quiet does not mean that I get flustered easily. You just so happen to be an annoying prat who cares not for another person's feelings," Hermione snapped, her cheeks getting pinker with every sentence.
"Oh, please! You're a know-it-all, goody-goody Gryffindork who has nothing better to do than shove her nose in a book all day long," he spat, "And for your information, I do have a heart. It may not look like it simply because I don't go gallivanting around trying to save every poor, pathetic person then wind up in the hospital wing like your blessed Golden Trio."
If looks could kill, Malfoy would be writhing in pain right about now.
"Gallivanting around? Gryffindors are brave, yes, but we do not go gallivanting around," Hermione felt the ire in her stomach churning at the insult to her house. She knew she shouldn't stoop to his level, but she couldn't hold it back.
"You Slytherins are so much better, huh? The way you strut around the castle like bloody peacocks, tormenting poor first and second years, tormenting the entire school for that matter!"
Upon seeing the look of shock on his face, she continued, "You know damn good and well, Malfoy, that Blaise and you are the worst of your entire house. Slytherin Sex God? Yeah, right. I'll believe it when I see it."
Malfoy's face turned from shocked to intrigued in an instant. With his signature smirk plastered on his face, he moved a little closer to the couch. Realizing what she had said, Hermione blushed a deep pink and turned her face to look into the fire.
"Well, well, well. 'Believe it when you see it', eh?" he sauntered over to her. "You know, ever since I switched sides in the war, I've been thinking a lot about what I really believe. A lot happened during the war, Granger. You know as well as I do just what horrors occurred. You might still be a... muggleborn... but I don't think of you the same way I used to. You're different. I'm different," he insisted, almost pleaded that she understood him. Draco Malfoy certainly had changed, hadn't he?
That was not what Hermione was expecting to come out of his gorgeous, well-shaped, made for kissing…
'Why am I thinking that now? He's Malfoy for Merlin's sake! I don't even like fantasizing about him in the privacy of my own bedroom, but atleast then I can fully appreciate my thoughts. Back to the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, Hermione,' she shook her head, trying to clear it, before looking back at him a mere three feet away.
"And I'm just supposed to believe you after all that has happened between us the past seven years? I don't think so, ferret. You are, however, a great actor. I'll give you that," she replied coolly, attempting to stifle her pounding heart as he moved closer to lean on the arm of the couch.
"Yes, you're just supposed to believe me. I'm being honest here, Merlin knows that's not a Slytherin quality, by any means," they both chuckled a bit at that, "I'm serious. I've changed, Hermione."
Her breath caught in her throat when he said her name. It sounded a bit foreign on his lips, but sweet like honey nevertheless. She closed her eyes and mentally berated herself for thinking that maybe her biggest, naughtiest fantasy could actually come true. And then, as if answering her own thoughts, she whispered…
"I'll believe it when I see it, Draco."
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