Suspicions and Pride
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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A conflict of tastes
A/N: Thank you so much for all of your reviews! I haven’t been able to answer them as the site is going screwy, but I do appreciate the reviewers.
She bit her lip. Going through someone else’s things was not something Hermione Jane Granger did on a regular basis. But, she informed herself, pulling her robes around her and straightening up to her full height, if it was to save the world from an obnoxious little prat then Hermione Jane Granger would do it.
She rifled through the papers on the desk. His eagle feather quill lay beside the inkpot. She snorted at the emerald ink; Malfoy’s little obsession with his house colours extended so far that a psychiatrist would have had a field day. Hermione bent over to examine the pieces of parchment tucked neatly into a carved wooden letter holder. A single piece of parchment had been pinned to the wall, Malfoy’s curved and flowing script marking off revision sessions under scrupulously tidy headings. She frowned. That was her idea.
She pried out a bundle of papers from the very middle of the letter holder, and unfolded the first.
“I didn’t need to see that,” she muttered aloud, dropping it with definite disgust at the description of what Pansy Parkinson was going to do to her ‘blond lovey’ with fingers, teeth and tongue. She flicked through the other letters with considerably more caution – breakfast was in an hour – and tucked them back carefully, having found nothing, except enough disturbing material about Malfoy’s sex-life to satisfy the most extreme of voyeurs. Not – Hermione said silently, quite firmly – that she wished to know of anything she had discovered.
She tidied everything back to how it had been, and adjusted her head girl badge, reassuring herself that she had almost vomited up bile at the surprisingly creative descriptions of Pansy Parkinson for thod ood of the school.
*
Draco rubbed sleep from his eyes casually and yawned, pushing the thick book off his chest as he sat up, blearily looking around at the room. Realisation filtered dimly back into his mind and without thinking, his jaw sightightly. Another day. He pushed back the quilt and kicked the leatherbound book out of his path as he strode over to his trunk, and began dressing.
He was surprised and a little resigned to see the Mudblood seated in the common-room, apparently buried in a book. He slammed the door behind him and smirked a little to see her jump and lose her place. Childish it may have been, Draco was well aware that Miss Granger could very likely out-curse him and unless he resorted to distinctly Dark magic, she\'d know the counter curse to anything he tried. Thus, one-up-manship came through little ways he could annoy her. Nobody said being an arch-nemesis wasn\'t petty.
Hermione gave him her best withering, \'you\'re idiotically pathetic\' look with a tightly drawn scowl for added measures. She looked back down at the page, the black words crawling around like little animals before her as she fought for concentration. Some of the best counter curses come from South Africa, where black wizards had to find a way to fight back when unfairly cursed in the Apartheid era. However, the development of the counter jinx invariably meant wizards sought more powerful and terrible curses and built in charms that went off when another wizard tried to counter the curse, invoking foot high letters saying something like, \'yah boo, you can\'t stop me\', or such like.\'
\"I\'ve been thinking,\" Malfoy\'s cold drawl souncompcompletely disaffected and bored, Hermione scowled at the book. Not, she commented acidly to herself, his being bored was different from normal. \"We should start planning the Halloween thing. Dumbeldore\'s going to discuss it with us soon so we might as well have some kind of plan.\" As ever, anything that wasn\'t an insult came out of his mouth with a faintly mocking tone but Hermione was surprised at the sense he displayed. It was true, if they didn\'t start on the event it would hardly live up to the hoped-for expectation, helping with the hostilities between seventh-years as they prepared to leave the school and commence careers.
\"So how shall we conduct this?\" she asked, grudgingly, closing her book. Malfoy raised one blond eyebrow, regarding her haughtily from surprised blue eyes.
\"Well, obviously, Mudblood, you begin by planning it,\" he answered with icy sarcasm. \"Forgive me if I\'m being somewhat blunt, but isn\'t that the way most things are done? I don\'t expect you to have many ideas regarding the thing, planning the Weasel\'s birthday party in the mud-soaked hut of the overgrown oaf living in the forest isn\'t exactly on a par, but regrettably, you have an opinion on everything.\" He paused, looking at her with an expression that could only be described as \'snotty\', \"So you\'d better get it over with and we can move on.\"
Anger and rage seethed in Hermione with a power that surprised her. She felt her cheeks burn red and her eyes narrow, and spat the words as she said them. \"Don\'t ever call me that. Ever. If you expect me to do anything with you as Head of this school then you won\'t dare ever address me like that again.\" \"Ferret boy,\" she added, with deep loathing. Malfoy looked almost taken aback, for a fleeting moment she saw his eyes clear, and an expression of something bordering on respect, or shock flashed before the normal smugly arrogant look returned.
\"Don\'t get your knickers in a twist, Granger,\" he said mildly, with a scornful little smile. She raised her eyebrows, folding her arms defensively across her chest while willing herself to stay calm.
\"Oh? Why are you thinking about my knickers, Ferret boy?\" she shot back, forcing an equally contemptuous smirk onto her lips, looking at him with disdain. \"Don\'t know that I want you to think about me that way.\"
\"Trust me,\" he drawled sardonically, his lips twisting. \"I don\'t want to think about you that way either. If I were to think about your knickers, Granger, you\'d want me to. But anyway-\" he paused at his desk to pick up his quill and slip it into his bag, \"This little argument is so sweetly touching I feel the need to retch. We will discuss this later.\" His coolly arrogant dismissal was enforced as he closed the door to the corridor outside behind him.
\"Trust you?\" Hermione muttered darkly, glaring at the door. \"About as far as I can throw you.\"
*
Pallas Glad you like it, and hopefully I’ll keep you confused a while longer!
Lexie I’m glad you like my Draco. This next chapter might’ve been a bit of a shock as he’s still a sulky, selfish individual in my stories!
Apollonia *grin* I have done.
owleyes Glad you like the little details. I’m trying my best to keep them in.
A/N: Still in character, hopefully! Next chapter, Hermione, Harry and Ron discuss the Ball in the Heads\' common-room resulting in all sll show-down when Malfoy discovers his privacy invaded by yet more Gryffindors.
Can\'t tell you how much I live for reviews, so if you want
She bit her lip. Going through someone else’s things was not something Hermione Jane Granger did on a regular basis. But, she informed herself, pulling her robes around her and straightening up to her full height, if it was to save the world from an obnoxious little prat then Hermione Jane Granger would do it.
She rifled through the papers on the desk. His eagle feather quill lay beside the inkpot. She snorted at the emerald ink; Malfoy’s little obsession with his house colours extended so far that a psychiatrist would have had a field day. Hermione bent over to examine the pieces of parchment tucked neatly into a carved wooden letter holder. A single piece of parchment had been pinned to the wall, Malfoy’s curved and flowing script marking off revision sessions under scrupulously tidy headings. She frowned. That was her idea.
She pried out a bundle of papers from the very middle of the letter holder, and unfolded the first.
“I didn’t need to see that,” she muttered aloud, dropping it with definite disgust at the description of what Pansy Parkinson was going to do to her ‘blond lovey’ with fingers, teeth and tongue. She flicked through the other letters with considerably more caution – breakfast was in an hour – and tucked them back carefully, having found nothing, except enough disturbing material about Malfoy’s sex-life to satisfy the most extreme of voyeurs. Not – Hermione said silently, quite firmly – that she wished to know of anything she had discovered.
She tidied everything back to how it had been, and adjusted her head girl badge, reassuring herself that she had almost vomited up bile at the surprisingly creative descriptions of Pansy Parkinson for thod ood of the school.
*
Draco rubbed sleep from his eyes casually and yawned, pushing the thick book off his chest as he sat up, blearily looking around at the room. Realisation filtered dimly back into his mind and without thinking, his jaw sightightly. Another day. He pushed back the quilt and kicked the leatherbound book out of his path as he strode over to his trunk, and began dressing.
He was surprised and a little resigned to see the Mudblood seated in the common-room, apparently buried in a book. He slammed the door behind him and smirked a little to see her jump and lose her place. Childish it may have been, Draco was well aware that Miss Granger could very likely out-curse him and unless he resorted to distinctly Dark magic, she\'d know the counter curse to anything he tried. Thus, one-up-manship came through little ways he could annoy her. Nobody said being an arch-nemesis wasn\'t petty.
Hermione gave him her best withering, \'you\'re idiotically pathetic\' look with a tightly drawn scowl for added measures. She looked back down at the page, the black words crawling around like little animals before her as she fought for concentration. Some of the best counter curses come from South Africa, where black wizards had to find a way to fight back when unfairly cursed in the Apartheid era. However, the development of the counter jinx invariably meant wizards sought more powerful and terrible curses and built in charms that went off when another wizard tried to counter the curse, invoking foot high letters saying something like, \'yah boo, you can\'t stop me\', or such like.\'
\"I\'ve been thinking,\" Malfoy\'s cold drawl souncompcompletely disaffected and bored, Hermione scowled at the book. Not, she commented acidly to herself, his being bored was different from normal. \"We should start planning the Halloween thing. Dumbeldore\'s going to discuss it with us soon so we might as well have some kind of plan.\" As ever, anything that wasn\'t an insult came out of his mouth with a faintly mocking tone but Hermione was surprised at the sense he displayed. It was true, if they didn\'t start on the event it would hardly live up to the hoped-for expectation, helping with the hostilities between seventh-years as they prepared to leave the school and commence careers.
\"So how shall we conduct this?\" she asked, grudgingly, closing her book. Malfoy raised one blond eyebrow, regarding her haughtily from surprised blue eyes.
\"Well, obviously, Mudblood, you begin by planning it,\" he answered with icy sarcasm. \"Forgive me if I\'m being somewhat blunt, but isn\'t that the way most things are done? I don\'t expect you to have many ideas regarding the thing, planning the Weasel\'s birthday party in the mud-soaked hut of the overgrown oaf living in the forest isn\'t exactly on a par, but regrettably, you have an opinion on everything.\" He paused, looking at her with an expression that could only be described as \'snotty\', \"So you\'d better get it over with and we can move on.\"
Anger and rage seethed in Hermione with a power that surprised her. She felt her cheeks burn red and her eyes narrow, and spat the words as she said them. \"Don\'t ever call me that. Ever. If you expect me to do anything with you as Head of this school then you won\'t dare ever address me like that again.\" \"Ferret boy,\" she added, with deep loathing. Malfoy looked almost taken aback, for a fleeting moment she saw his eyes clear, and an expression of something bordering on respect, or shock flashed before the normal smugly arrogant look returned.
\"Don\'t get your knickers in a twist, Granger,\" he said mildly, with a scornful little smile. She raised her eyebrows, folding her arms defensively across her chest while willing herself to stay calm.
\"Oh? Why are you thinking about my knickers, Ferret boy?\" she shot back, forcing an equally contemptuous smirk onto her lips, looking at him with disdain. \"Don\'t know that I want you to think about me that way.\"
\"Trust me,\" he drawled sardonically, his lips twisting. \"I don\'t want to think about you that way either. If I were to think about your knickers, Granger, you\'d want me to. But anyway-\" he paused at his desk to pick up his quill and slip it into his bag, \"This little argument is so sweetly touching I feel the need to retch. We will discuss this later.\" His coolly arrogant dismissal was enforced as he closed the door to the corridor outside behind him.
\"Trust you?\" Hermione muttered darkly, glaring at the door. \"About as far as I can throw you.\"
*
Pallas Glad you like it, and hopefully I’ll keep you confused a while longer!
Lexie I’m glad you like my Draco. This next chapter might’ve been a bit of a shock as he’s still a sulky, selfish individual in my stories!
Apollonia *grin* I have done.
owleyes Glad you like the little details. I’m trying my best to keep them in.
A/N: Still in character, hopefully! Next chapter, Hermione, Harry and Ron discuss the Ball in the Heads\' common-room resulting in all sll show-down when Malfoy discovers his privacy invaded by yet more Gryffindors.
Can\'t tell you how much I live for reviews, so if you want