A/N: This is dedicated to FOX McCOY and AWKS! I love you guys! p.s. this
is my first fanfic, so please be nice!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, but I wish I did!!
Chapter One
Hermione walked gracefully up to the front of the class to hand in her Transfiguration homework. As she neared Malfoy's desk, she couldn't help but notice a leg poking out into the aisle, as if to trip someone. Hermione, loving every minute of exposing Malfoy's sad attempt to trip her, sarcastically asked, "As tempting as it is Malfoy, I am not particularly in the mood to fall and trip on my face at the moment. So, if you wouldn't mind moving your ferret-like leg out of the way so I could pass through, I'd be forever grateful."
"See, I would Granger, but that would mean doing something remotely nice for you, and well, I am not particularly in the mood help out a mudblood at the moment," replied Malfoy snidely.
"Ten points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy! I would have hoped such childish antics and such crude language not be used by seventh years. In addition, I would suggest you seek some help on this next assignment, from what I can tell, you need it. Class dismissed." Professor Macgonagal walked back towards her desk, while the class noisily filed out of the classroom.
Hermione, glancing ever so secretly at Malfoy to see his response to Macgonagal's comment, saw for a brief moment a look of genuine concern and embarrassment. But, she may just have been imagining it, because as soon as she saw it, it vanished to be replaced only by his cool and calm expression, which he was never without.
Gathering her books, and placing them neatly into her bag, she quickly headed out of the room, catching up with none other than Ron and Harry. The laughing duo saved the usual seat for Hermione, and once she reached the Gryfinndor table, she noticed Harry's look of frustration. "What's up, Harry?" Hermione asked her friend, however, Ron was the one to answer. "Malfoy", was his simple response.
"What did that little cocky prat do now?" Hermione asked offhandedly. She wasn't surprised Malfoy was once again bothering Harry, it seemed to be his favorite past time. Since their first year at Hogwarts, Malfoy has had it out for the trio, led by the famous Harry Potter. Hermione had gotten used to it, and had accepted the fact that Malfoy was a git, and was pretty much a hopeless case, however, apparently Harry had not.
"Nothing in particular. It's not a big deal. Ron, what do we have next?" Harry attempted to change the subject, but she could tell he was still bothered by it. For some reason, both Malfoy and Harry had been especially awful towards each other this year. Hermione felt for Harry. She knew just the kind of affect that Malfoy and his band of mudblood haters could have on a person. She just wished that there was something that she could do for Harry.
* * * *
Ugh, "She makes me so angry!" Malfoy muttered while walking to lunch with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Macgonagal?" asked Crabbe curiously.
"Well, her too, but that mudblood Granger! It takes all I have not to just hit her in the middle of class! Did you hear her in there? With her sarcastic comments and her superior attitude. And not just her but Pot Head and Weasel too! I wish there was something I could do, one huge thing to get back at those three before the year is over." Christmas break is this weekend, and after that, there wouldn't to be much time with N. E. W. T. s at the end of the year. If Malfoy wanted to do something, he would have to think of it soon.
* * * *
It was the end to another tedious Potions class, when Hermione felt it was now or never. Packing up her things quickly, she told Ron and Harry to meet her in the common room, she needed to ask Professor Snape something about the homework assigned on positive and negative effects of the various fortune telling potions. Believing the lie easily, Harry and Ron headed up to the common room without Hermione. She then stayed outside the door until Malfoy proceeded, accompanied by of course, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Crabbe, Goyle, I need to talk to Malfoy, in private." She looked at the two sharply, and they, surprisingly, got the hint and backed off, leaving Malfoy to fend for himself. Then hesitantly, after making sure Crabbe and Goyle were out of earshot, Hermione said, "I'll tutor you."
Shocked and speechless, Malfoy just stared at the frizzy haired Gryfinndor in front of him. "W-why, why would I... What makes you think I would want you to do that, mudblood?"
Cringing at the name, Hermione placed her book bag on the floor and her hand on her hip, and responded coolly, "Because you're failing, in Transfiguration at least, and in return I need something from you".
Laughing sarcastically, Malfoy replied, "Number one, no I don't need it. And number two, what are we talking about here, you needing something from me? I've known you for years, and never once have you asked me for a favor, and I want to keep it that way." Malfoy turned on his heel and began walking away from the determined, brown-eyed girl.
"Number one", Hermione spat back, "what did you get on your last assignment?" Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly turned to face her. She took this as a 'not too well', and carried on. "And number two, I need a favor. I noticed that you and Harry, well, you've been at each other's throats more than usual this year. So, in return for me tutoring you, could you just back off him for a while? And Ron too."
Then, as if Malfoy was hit with a ton of bricks, he thought of an idea. What better way to triumph over Harry than to have a relationship with his best friend? Damn, he though, I am bloody brilliant. Plus, he could use the help. Pretending to be disgusted with the idea, he didn't answer immediately.
"Well..." Hermione was impatient. She didn't like the idea of spending extra time with Malfoy, but this was the only thing she could think of to help both Harry and Ron. But if they found out, they would never talk to her again. "This needs to be kept a secret!" she blurted out, before thinking.
"I haven't even accepted and you are already lecturing me!" Malfoy barked back at her. Taking a deep breath, and hoping he knew what he was getting himself into, Malfoy said, "Fine, but I don't want people finding out either, so you have to keep your mouth shut too. If people know I'm getting tutored, and by you, a filthy mudblood Gryfinndor, I won't hear the end of it."
"Agreed. But you have to promise to leave them alone. No more snide comments, nothing, okay?"
"Fine," was all Malfoy said; he didn't like the idea of being civil to either Potter or Weasley, let alone spending 'quality' time with Granger.
"We will start when break begins. Both Harry and Ron will be gone." She said this as if to herself, completely ignoring the fact Malfoy was standing next to her.
"So will Goyle and Crabbe." muttered Malfoy to himself, also barley aware Hermione was still there. "So, er, I guess we will talk about this later then, after everyone is gone," he said looking up at her.
"Right. After," agreed Hermione.
She turned to go, but still felt Malfoy's eyes on her. Despite herself, she couldn't help notice how handsome Malfoy had become over the past few years. What am I getting my self in to? She though hopelessly, while walking by herself back to the Gryfinndor Tower, when she heard her name being called after her.
"Hey, Granger! Wait up!" Malfoy was jogging after her, carrying her book bag. "You forgot this." If I want to get her to fall for me, now is a better time than any to start. "Thought you might need it, for homework and stuff, I guess... uh, here." He handed her the bag, but first tightening the drawstring, so the books wouldn't fall out.
Utterly shocked at Malfoy and his consideration, Hermione took the bag and threw it over her shoulder. "Er, thanks Malfoy." She turned on her heel, and kept walking up the steps. Confused at what just happened, she glanced back at Malfoy, who was staring at her with his beautiful silver eyes.
"See you at dinner." He called back at her, but unable to think completely straight, she just turned back around and headed towards the common room, leaving Malfoy without so much as a nod.
A/N: So, there it is! Chapter two is already written, so I'll update real soon! Please review and any ideas are welcome! - Slips DeGrins
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, but I wish I did!!
Chapter One
Hermione walked gracefully up to the front of the class to hand in her Transfiguration homework. As she neared Malfoy's desk, she couldn't help but notice a leg poking out into the aisle, as if to trip someone. Hermione, loving every minute of exposing Malfoy's sad attempt to trip her, sarcastically asked, "As tempting as it is Malfoy, I am not particularly in the mood to fall and trip on my face at the moment. So, if you wouldn't mind moving your ferret-like leg out of the way so I could pass through, I'd be forever grateful."
"See, I would Granger, but that would mean doing something remotely nice for you, and well, I am not particularly in the mood help out a mudblood at the moment," replied Malfoy snidely.
"Ten points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy! I would have hoped such childish antics and such crude language not be used by seventh years. In addition, I would suggest you seek some help on this next assignment, from what I can tell, you need it. Class dismissed." Professor Macgonagal walked back towards her desk, while the class noisily filed out of the classroom.
Hermione, glancing ever so secretly at Malfoy to see his response to Macgonagal's comment, saw for a brief moment a look of genuine concern and embarrassment. But, she may just have been imagining it, because as soon as she saw it, it vanished to be replaced only by his cool and calm expression, which he was never without.
Gathering her books, and placing them neatly into her bag, she quickly headed out of the room, catching up with none other than Ron and Harry. The laughing duo saved the usual seat for Hermione, and once she reached the Gryfinndor table, she noticed Harry's look of frustration. "What's up, Harry?" Hermione asked her friend, however, Ron was the one to answer. "Malfoy", was his simple response.
"What did that little cocky prat do now?" Hermione asked offhandedly. She wasn't surprised Malfoy was once again bothering Harry, it seemed to be his favorite past time. Since their first year at Hogwarts, Malfoy has had it out for the trio, led by the famous Harry Potter. Hermione had gotten used to it, and had accepted the fact that Malfoy was a git, and was pretty much a hopeless case, however, apparently Harry had not.
"Nothing in particular. It's not a big deal. Ron, what do we have next?" Harry attempted to change the subject, but she could tell he was still bothered by it. For some reason, both Malfoy and Harry had been especially awful towards each other this year. Hermione felt for Harry. She knew just the kind of affect that Malfoy and his band of mudblood haters could have on a person. She just wished that there was something that she could do for Harry.
* * * *
Ugh, "She makes me so angry!" Malfoy muttered while walking to lunch with Crabbe and Goyle.
"Macgonagal?" asked Crabbe curiously.
"Well, her too, but that mudblood Granger! It takes all I have not to just hit her in the middle of class! Did you hear her in there? With her sarcastic comments and her superior attitude. And not just her but Pot Head and Weasel too! I wish there was something I could do, one huge thing to get back at those three before the year is over." Christmas break is this weekend, and after that, there wouldn't to be much time with N. E. W. T. s at the end of the year. If Malfoy wanted to do something, he would have to think of it soon.
* * * *
It was the end to another tedious Potions class, when Hermione felt it was now or never. Packing up her things quickly, she told Ron and Harry to meet her in the common room, she needed to ask Professor Snape something about the homework assigned on positive and negative effects of the various fortune telling potions. Believing the lie easily, Harry and Ron headed up to the common room without Hermione. She then stayed outside the door until Malfoy proceeded, accompanied by of course, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Crabbe, Goyle, I need to talk to Malfoy, in private." She looked at the two sharply, and they, surprisingly, got the hint and backed off, leaving Malfoy to fend for himself. Then hesitantly, after making sure Crabbe and Goyle were out of earshot, Hermione said, "I'll tutor you."
Shocked and speechless, Malfoy just stared at the frizzy haired Gryfinndor in front of him. "W-why, why would I... What makes you think I would want you to do that, mudblood?"
Cringing at the name, Hermione placed her book bag on the floor and her hand on her hip, and responded coolly, "Because you're failing, in Transfiguration at least, and in return I need something from you".
Laughing sarcastically, Malfoy replied, "Number one, no I don't need it. And number two, what are we talking about here, you needing something from me? I've known you for years, and never once have you asked me for a favor, and I want to keep it that way." Malfoy turned on his heel and began walking away from the determined, brown-eyed girl.
"Number one", Hermione spat back, "what did you get on your last assignment?" Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks, and slowly turned to face her. She took this as a 'not too well', and carried on. "And number two, I need a favor. I noticed that you and Harry, well, you've been at each other's throats more than usual this year. So, in return for me tutoring you, could you just back off him for a while? And Ron too."
Then, as if Malfoy was hit with a ton of bricks, he thought of an idea. What better way to triumph over Harry than to have a relationship with his best friend? Damn, he though, I am bloody brilliant. Plus, he could use the help. Pretending to be disgusted with the idea, he didn't answer immediately.
"Well..." Hermione was impatient. She didn't like the idea of spending extra time with Malfoy, but this was the only thing she could think of to help both Harry and Ron. But if they found out, they would never talk to her again. "This needs to be kept a secret!" she blurted out, before thinking.
"I haven't even accepted and you are already lecturing me!" Malfoy barked back at her. Taking a deep breath, and hoping he knew what he was getting himself into, Malfoy said, "Fine, but I don't want people finding out either, so you have to keep your mouth shut too. If people know I'm getting tutored, and by you, a filthy mudblood Gryfinndor, I won't hear the end of it."
"Agreed. But you have to promise to leave them alone. No more snide comments, nothing, okay?"
"Fine," was all Malfoy said; he didn't like the idea of being civil to either Potter or Weasley, let alone spending 'quality' time with Granger.
"We will start when break begins. Both Harry and Ron will be gone." She said this as if to herself, completely ignoring the fact Malfoy was standing next to her.
"So will Goyle and Crabbe." muttered Malfoy to himself, also barley aware Hermione was still there. "So, er, I guess we will talk about this later then, after everyone is gone," he said looking up at her.
"Right. After," agreed Hermione.
She turned to go, but still felt Malfoy's eyes on her. Despite herself, she couldn't help notice how handsome Malfoy had become over the past few years. What am I getting my self in to? She though hopelessly, while walking by herself back to the Gryfinndor Tower, when she heard her name being called after her.
"Hey, Granger! Wait up!" Malfoy was jogging after her, carrying her book bag. "You forgot this." If I want to get her to fall for me, now is a better time than any to start. "Thought you might need it, for homework and stuff, I guess... uh, here." He handed her the bag, but first tightening the drawstring, so the books wouldn't fall out.
Utterly shocked at Malfoy and his consideration, Hermione took the bag and threw it over her shoulder. "Er, thanks Malfoy." She turned on her heel, and kept walking up the steps. Confused at what just happened, she glanced back at Malfoy, who was staring at her with his beautiful silver eyes.
"See you at dinner." He called back at her, but unable to think completely straight, she just turned back around and headed towards the common room, leaving Malfoy without so much as a nod.
A/N: So, there it is! Chapter two is already written, so I'll update real soon! Please review and any ideas are welcome! - Slips DeGrins