Stylistic Harmony

Chapter Ten
She had never slept so contentedly in her life, waking the next morning she found herself wedged in between two very naked, very sexy men. Draco had his arm draped round her waist, Blaise's leg was hooked over her own, pinning her down. Smiling she turned her head towards the blonde, she couldn't believe that someone could look more handsome asleep then awake, but he did. She pushed one blonde lock of hair out of his face, the hand around her tightened and pulled her closer, until she was almost nose to nose with him, one eye opened lazily then closed again, he said to her,
"Something wrong Love?" She snuggled against him, and replied,
"No, just thinking. You know maybe you should dye your hair, this colour, its so bleurgh!" She giggled, he began to tickle her in all the right places,
"Aw c'mon Granger, you know you love my hair really. It makes me, hmm, what's the word....." She tugged at said hair,
"Arrogant?" More tickling, in her struggle to stop him, she accidently elbowed Blaise in the stomach, he awoke with a start,
"What the fuck? OW! That hurt Cara." She pushed Draco off her, and caressed her lovers stomach,
"Sorry Baby, Draco was tickling me. Don't you think he'd look better with different colour hair?" Draco glared daggers at her, and began to pout. She giggled, "Oh poor boy, you know I'm only kidding! Trust a Malfoy not to take a joke." She checked the time, they had forty five minutes to make it down for breakfast. She extracted herself from the tangle of sheets and bodies, and got out the bed. The two men made noises of protest,
"Cara, come on, we have ages. Come back to bed." She shook her head,
"Sorry boys, I missed breakfast yesterday, besides you wouldn't want to miss my having a go at those two twits now would you?" With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she skipped off to the bathroom. Draco and Blaise looked at each other and smirked, getting up from the bed, they both headed to the bathroom.

When she had finally got out of the shower, she dressed hurriedly and hurtled to the Great Hall. When she entered, she sauntered over to the Gryffindor table, dropping a kiss on Ron's lips she settled down for breakfast. Ron and Harry looked at her puzzled, she seemed different, Ron looked at her,
"Are you feeling better Hermione?" She gave him a patronizing smile,
"Why of course not Ron, thats why I'm sitting here eating toast and jam." Ron drew his hands up in mock surrender,
"Sorry I asked." He said. She laughed, actually it was more of a snigger. Harry scrutinized her appearance, her hair was straighter and styled, she had make-up on for the first time ever, her brown eyes surrounded by smoky kohl rings. Her lips shone with gloss; even her school uniform looked different on her. She looked, well, to put it bluntly, sexy. She realised that Harry was gaping at her,
"What are you staring at?" She asked aggressively, he looked shocked,
'What's with you Hermione? You seem different." She smiled sarcastically,
"Well you see Harry, I was a little pissed off that I don't even seem to be allowed to be sick without you two questioning what's going on, and threatening the Head Boy? Are you trying to cause trouble for yourselves?!" Speaking of the Head Boy; the female population of Hogwarts began to talk excitedly, for Blaise and Draco had just entered looking hotter then usual. They both seemed to be smiling rather then glowering at the room. They realised that all the girls were staring at them, smirked at each other and sauntered in as if they hadn't noticed. Blaise swept his gaze over to the Gryffindor table, caught her eye, then looked directly at Ginny, who blushed under his piercing brown eyes. Fortunately Harry was too busy sparing with Hermione to notice this,
"Idiot." She thought. Harry was now just babbling crap at her, she was snapped out of her train of thought by Harry clicking his fingers in front of her face,
"Are you even listening to me Hermione?" She snapped her head back round to him,
"Of course I am. I just got bored with what you were saying. Look Harry, I don't really feel like arguing with you right now." She got up from her place and waltzed out of the hall, most male eyes followed her, such was her astounding change. Harry didn't accept that and followed her into the entrance hall.
"HERMIONE!" he yelled at her, she turned on him, eyes ablaze,
"What Harry?! What do you want me to say?!" Half the school was now loitering in the hallway, watching the argument with rapt attention. Draco and Blasie forefront, observing as she glowed with power, her eyes and hair had visibly darkened, Draco chuckled, this was going to be good. Harry was well aware that the whole school had turned out to watch this, but that didn't stop him,
"I want to fucking know why you are suddenly acting like a right selfish little cow! Do you even care what's going on around you? Do you even give a damn that people are dying?"
"I'm selfish?! What about you? This war doesn't just affect you, you know! It affects the whole fucking world, but all you seem to care about is revenge!" Harry visibly shook with rage,
"You think I don't know that? I spend every day worrying about the fact that this war could kill every last fucking one of us. I spend every day worrying that some one else will die because I can't do what it is I'm meant to." She threw her arms up, then came a step closer to him, her face contorted into a twisted mask of anger and pity, before she spoke, she rounded on the crowd,
"This isn't the fucking West End. All of you bugger off! NOW!" The look in her eyes and the power raging around her made the crowd scatter, only Ron and Ginny remained. She saw Draco and Blaise position themselves so that they would not be seen, but could still observe the scene. Finally after everyone had disappeared she spoke, in a calm manner,
"For God's sake Harry, you have to get over this complex you have. Yes its your job to kill Voldemort but you gotta stop worrying about everyone else, they can take care of themselves. Me, Ron, Ginny we got it covered, and the Aurors aren't there for nothing. I will do everything in my power to help, but you have to appreciate that I'm my own person. Ron, this includes you as well." He stepped next to Harry and nodded, finally they were actually listening to her for a change, shame that it took a public argument and a display of her seemingly unlimited power, "I've changed, we all have. I'm sorry for yelling but it seemed that that was the only way you'd actually listen." Her anger had almost all gone, the thunder had stopped, and her appearance had gone back to normal. Her best friends enveloped her in a hug, Ginny joining in, she smiled. Harry apologized for his behaviour,
"I'm sorry too Hermione. Everything has just been really tense recently, school, the fight, Malfoy. Every time I see him, I'm just reminded of that night. I felt so useless. I didn't want to ever feel that again. So I guess thats why I kept over-reacting to everything. When you weren't in class the other day, I thought the worst, it was just so unlike you. Especially since you're sharing a room with that evil prat." Hermione chuckled, Blaise would love that nickname, Ron beamed at her and kissed her gently,
"We promise Mione, that we will definitely not over-react anymore. Ginny did actually talk to us this morning about things." Ginny grinned,
"Well," she said, "You two were being somewhat ridiculous. She had after all, got you both through your entire time here. She's got more sense then the both of you put together!" This had them all laughing, soon the Golden Trio plus one were walking down the hall arm in arm, all being back to normal or so it seemed. As she passed Draco and Blaise's hiding place, she turned her head, her mouth spilt into a smirk, she winked at them. Oh, she had changed, the Golden Idiots just couldn't see that her change had been bought about by the two of the people they despised the most, and that the display of power they had witnessed would one day in the distance future be used against them. Once the four had disappeared around the corner, the two Slytherins revealed themselves. Rejoicing in their triumph, they followed her to class.

Draco watched her all day, observed how she acted with her friends, with her boyfriend. It appeared to all around that she was back to the prissy Gryffindor Princess, playfully scolding Harry and Ron for not concentrating, or assuming that she'd help them with their studies; laughing with Ginny about God knows what. To all around it seemed everything was back to normal. If only they knew. Lunchtime came, and Blaise had disappeared to study or something, he was left on his own. Unfortunately McGonagall spied him walking to the Great Hall alone and called him over for a supreme ear-bashing,
"Mr. Malfoy! Was I not clear when I said that you were to be escorted everywhere in the school? Where is Mr. Zabini, I believe he was taking over for Miss. Granger for a while." Draco shrugged,
"He had to study and before you ask I have no idea where Granger is either." She frowned at him,
"I believe that Miss. Granger is in the Great Hall having lunch with her friends, please go and join her now." He grimaced,
"Thats where I was just headed," he said under his breath before turning on his heel and walking into the Great Hall. Sure enough there was his Goddess sat talking animatedly to Potty and the Weasel. He strode over to where they were seated and took the empty place next to her. Potter looked at him with contempt,
"Are you lost Malfoy? Slytherin table is over there. Fuck off." Draco only smirked,
"Manners Potter. If you remember I have to sit with our esteemed Head Girl because she's meant to be my escort." Hermione scowled at him,
"Where's Zabini? He's meant to be baby sitting you this week." She said scathingly, he retaliated by shrugging his shoulders and scowling back,
"No fucking idea. McGonagall told me to come sit here, so here I am."
"Well seeing as you are inconveniencing me and my friends, you can keep your mouth shut. We don't want your opinion or anything, clear?" He raised an eyebrow, he liked this side of her, it made him want to screw her there and then. He nodded and kept his mouth shut, ignoring them for the rest of lunch. However, under the table Draco's hand was halfway under Hermione's skirt, his fingers circling on her inner thigh. He took the opportunity when her friends got up to leave to yank her down and whisper seductively in her ear,
"I like when you're dominating, Angel. Catch ya later." He grinned wickedly, unluckily for them, Ron turned at the last minute to see Hermione leaning away from him, he was livid.
"Malfoy! What the fuck are you doing?" Hermione thought it best to play up to her, 'I really do hate Malfoy attitude.' Hermione flew into Ron's arm,
"Leave it, he's not worth it. If he still thinks that calling me a Mudblood bothers me, he is really mistaken." Ron hugged her to him, glaring daggers at Draco. Draco fumed, he was itching for a good enough reason to smack the Weasel one. Especially seeing as he had his hands all over Hermione. He began towards her in a faux menacing fashion, Ron shoved her out of the way, advancing towards Draco. He balled his fist and threw a punch at Draco, Seeker reflexes kicking in, the blond ducked, then upper cut into Ron's stomach, and hitting him round the face seconds later, sent him hurtling backwards. Raising his chin, defiantly, the Slytherin stalked past the Golden foursome, being careful to tread on an unconscious Ron as he went. Hermione knew she should have been more mad at her lover, but there was something incredibly sexy about him punching her so-called boyfriend. Harry and Ginny broke her from her reverie, saying that Ron needed the hospital wing. She had to see Draco right that instance, muttering excuses about finishing a piece of Homework for class that afternoon, she ran from the Great Hall. She headed for her Common Room, however before she got there, someone grabbed her into an empty classroom. Recognizing the intoxicating scent of her blond lover, she threw herself into his embrace. Pulling back to look in his eyes, which right now were clouded over with anger, she smiled,
"Nice right hook Lover." His face cracked into his trademark smirk, his eyes returning to their normal grey,
"You're not angry?" She shook her head and kissed him deeply. "Guess not." He said, laughing. He met her lips again, backing her towards the wall. She slammed into it, his hand above her head. She moaned as his other hand wandered around her body, snaking up her skirt; dropping to his knees, he dragged her underwear down her legs, lifting up each foot, he pulled them completely from her body. Standing up again he pecked her on the cheek, pocketed her underwear and said, "See you later, Love." Gritting her teeth, she shouted after him,
"I HATE YOU MALFOY!!!!"