Striving For Something Not Temporary

Stupid Malfoy.

Christ, he really unnerved her last night. Good thing she was already smoking at the time or she might have had a right fit. What is he playing at I wonder? I understand the truce, but he was actually friendly, not pretend friendly.

She plopped down in the Great hall and immediately started shoveling things on her plate. She started eating vigorously while her thoughts festered in her head. Maybe he wants her to have a coronary so she’ll die and be replaced as Head Girl. HA! Well fuck him! He won’t get off that– -Gah! Christ, is that black pudding? How the hell did that get there? Stupid Malfoy. I need a smoke.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Pardon?”

“I asked what’s wrong with you.” Harry stated.

“Well good morning to you too Sunshine. Honestly, Harry. Just because someone doesn’t acknowledge your presence the moment they walk through the door it’s time to sound the alarms!” Shaking her fork in his face ferociously.

Harry recoiled from her in momentary shock. “For fuck’s sake!”

“What’s gotten into you Hermione?” Ron positively freaked.

Hermione sat shaking her head with her palms on her forehead. “My apologies Harry, I’m in Malfoy mode. Truly I’m sorry, please forgive me.” She flustered.


Harry absorbed her momentary mood swing and started to chuckle. “So what’s the bloody sod done this time?”

“Ulg...he’s so infuriating. He’s offered a truce. He’s being nice! He claims since we have to work so closely together this year that he felt a truce should be in order.”

“What!” Harry fumed. “You’re the dog shit on his shoes! Why would he say something like that to you? He can’t be serious!”

“Gee Harry, you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted. Tell me, are you seeing anyone?” The sheer velocity of her eyelash flutter would cause an epileptic to suffer seizures as she laced her fingers together under her chin and laughed.

“Bitch.”

Hermione let out a lengthy sigh. “Well it will make things easier. I was going to suggest the same thing and pray he didn’t snap my head off too horribly before he beat me to the punch. I just find it odd that he’d feel that way. Maybe things with be half decent for us this year.”

“Maybe,” Harry stated. “but even if he is actually making an attempt, it doesn’t mean shit for us. Ron and I still hate the bastard, and I damn well guarantee he still hates us. Anything different and the balance of the Earth would unhinge. The plate tectonics would go ballistic and we’d all drown when the ground crumbles to the sea.”

“Christ Harry, can I join your theater group?” she chirped.

“What are plate tectonics?” inquired Ron.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and picked up her plate. “Here, take this black pudding. It’s absolutely dreadful.”

She chanced a glance at the Slytherin table while Harry and Ron were having an animated conversation regarding mother earth. She noticed the silvery blonde head sitting next to Pansy, the couple flanked by huge boulders also known as Crabbe and Goyle.

How can he look so put together at any given moment of the day. Was he made of stone? Geez, that was stupid. Of course he is! Marble maybe. Encasing a cold dead heart. She sat there gazing at him several more moments when he lifted his head and glanced right at her. For a brief moment it seemed like he was surprised, then out of nowhere he smiled at her.

Not a sneer. Not that repugnant trademark smirk. A genuine smile. I wonder where Dobby got that Gillyweed for Harry back in fourth year? I imagine I’ll need it when those blasted plate tectonics start their wiggling.

***

“Parkinson, could you please remove your hand from my knee? I’m honestly not in the mood.” Draco felt Pansy’s hand tense up, before she hastily removed it to grab the Daily Prophet. “Thank you.”

Pansy unfolded the paper and fully absorbed herself into the entertainment section.

“Anything good in there today, Pans?” Crabbe inquired.

“Well I imagine if you had ever bothered to learn to read you’d know the answer to that question Crabbe.” Pansy spat.

Draco chucked a bit while sneaking another glance at Granger. She looked stressed. She really likes to talk with her hands. Too bad for Seamus she hasn’t bothered to put down that fork, she may end up striking him someplace vital. He continued to eat his fried tomatoes while mulling through his thoughts. It went rather well last night. Glad she calmed down. Who knew she smoked? I suppose, as much as that girl studies, she’s allowed at least one vice to stabilize herself down with.

I’m glad I didn’t push it with her though. If I laid it on too thick she’d be liable to put that butt out on my eyeball. I hope I have the patience for this. That spitfire is guaranteed to drive me insane at some point.

He chanced yet another glance in her direction, only to realize she was staring at him. They were both momentarily shocked before Draco recovered and gave her a warm smile. Bound to make the ladies swoon.

Ahhh...There’s that endearing eye full of stink I’ve grown quite fond of. That smile’s never failed me yet. Well if I can’t irritate her with loathing anymore, it seems I may get just as much satisfaction by irritating her with kindness.

Maybe this whole ordeal will be satisfying after all.