Musical Moments

I'M NOT THAT KIND OF GIRL

Lyrics : Paulina Rubio
Characters : JK Rowling
Disclaimer : My arm still hurts from the flu shot and, oh yeah, I don’t own the song or characters. Can you keep a secret?...looks both ways furtively…I’ve never heard this song before, but the lyrics scream “Hermione’s POV”, don’t you think?

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I know you're gonna change the way you think of me
And so, I'm gonna show you how it supposed to be
I'm gonna finally make you see
I'm gonna make you learn your lesson with me

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“Malfoy sent you those flowers, didn’t he?” Ron accused, his blue eyes filled with pain. His arms were crossed and he glared from the soft Gryffindor sofa.

Never let it be said that Ron didn’t clue in to things…eventually.

Hermione sighed and nodded.

“And you accepted them!” Ron’s mouth opened in horror. “And you brought them into your room! You slept with flowers that Malfoy gave you! That’s one step away from actually sleeping with the git himself!”

Ron shuddered.

“Oh, really, Ron!” Hermione sighed louder. “It doesn’t resemble sleeping with him in any way, shape or form! They were pretty flowers. Every girl loves pretty flowers!”

“You’re not a girl!” Ron argued.

“What?” Hermione glared.

Harry sat back at watched. He really hated it when these two argued. He wasn’t sure which caused his head to hurt more…them arguing or Voldemort being in the vicinity. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and hoped that this would end soon.

Privately, he sided with Ron. Malfoy! Getting attention from Malfoy! Hermione had obviously been spending way too much time with her books and was delusional. Then again, she had every right to date whomever she wanted. But Malfoy?!?! Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose again.

“And what, pray tell, am I?” Hermione demanded.

“You’re our friend.” Ron tried.

“Who happens to be a girl, Ronald. You’re just too much of a prat to notice!” Hermione put her back to him and stared out a window in the Gryffindor common room. The room was filled with most of the Gryffindors who occupied the far half of the room, leaving the other half for the three friends. This was known as a “private conversation” and they had enough courtesy to give some space. Of course, they were also Gryffindors and they were sticking around to be nosy…umm…demonstrate their loyalty. They just didn’t know who to give it to in this case.

Harry wondered if the friendship would withstand this. They survived Snape’s classes, they survived their experiences with Voldemort and his cronies…leave it to a mere Slytherin boy paying attention to one of them to cause their largest rift.

“Are you dating him?” Ron asked harshly.

“No!” Hermione spat out.

“Snogging him?”

“Ron!”

“Yes or no, Hermione.” Ron glared.

“That is none of your business!”

“Didn’t you say something about him seeing your knickers…again?” Ron glared. “How many times has he seen them?”

Hermione faced Ron and shoved him against a wall.

“You are not my father!” She yelled, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t question who you snog or don’t snog. I don’t ask who’s knickers you’ve seen or who’s you haven’t seen.”

Whirling around, Hermione stormed up to her room.

“Well, that didn’t go too well.” Ron murmered.

Harry was just thankful the room was relatively silent again.

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Cause I'm not the kind of girl who will lay down at your feet
Pedal back for your love, come whenever you call me
And I won't wait around, and I won't be your shadow
Lost in a world...Cause I'm not that kind of girl

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Hermione lay on her bed, clutching a pillow and staring at the ceiling.

“My brother is being an idiot.” Ginny confessed, entering the room with Lavender.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Hermione sniffled.

“That would be difficult to do seeing as how you’re the smartest girl…student here at Hogwarts.” Lavender grinned as she bounced on to the bed beside Hermione.

Hermione glared at her.

“So, it’s Draco.” Lavender smiled. “You’re a lucky girl.”

“You have ten seconds to explain that before I hex you.” The bookworm hissed.

“He’s gorgeous. He’s rich. Every girl harbours a secret crush on him whether they want to admit it outloud or not. And he’s decided to focus his attention on you.”

“Oh yeah, lucky me. He’s arrogant. He’s rude. He’s condescending. He’s insufferable.” Hermione’s glare intensified.

“He’s smart. He’s athletic. He dresses well.” Lavender retorted.

“He’s intolerant. He’s a braggart. He’s a showoff.” Hermione fired back.

“He’ll never know what hit him.” Ginny giggled.

“What?” Asked the other two girls, staring at the lone female Weasley sibling.

“Turn the tables on him, ‘Mione.” Ginny grinned conspiratorially. “Give him what he wants.”

“He wants me in his bed!” Hermione wailed.

Lavendar sighed dreamily. She was promptly smacked in the head with a pillow.

“Okay, maybe not that far. But maybe if you start to show signs that you’re…interested…he’ll back off. He’ll think you’re easy. Face it, Malfoy likes a challenge. Parkinson will shag him at the drop of a hat…hell, she’ll shag him before the hat hits the ground.”

Lavendar snorted at that. Ginny ignored it and continued.

“If you act like he can have you, hopefully he’ll lose interest. Boys are fickle.”

“And how do you know so much about boys?” Lavendar’s eyes narrowed suspisciously.

“I have six older brothers and we have one bathroom at the Burrow. Enough said.”

“I don’t like your idea, Ginny.” Hermione whispered. “It’s not me and it’s bound to backfire more than Neville’s attempts in Potions.”

“Look, Hermione, you have to show him that you’re in control. Not only of yourself, but of any relationship he thinks you two can have. You have to show him that if he’s going to have you, it will be on your terms.”

“He’s not going to have me!” Hermione shouted. “Besides the whole situation is way to cliché.”

“Of course not.” Lavender patted Hermione’s hand. “But either way, girl, you’ve lost control of this whole situation. It’s time you demonstrated some girl power.”

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You don't even know what love is all about (You don't know what it's all about)
I won't hang around til you figured it out (Figure it out)
I'm gonna finally make you see
I'm gonna make you learn your lesson with me

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Hermione stared back at her reflection. It was gnawing its lower lip, which meant…Hermione released her lower lip.

“I don’t know…I mean…really…could the skirt get any shorter? And these heels, I’m going to twist an ankle…”

Lavender sat back and admired her handiwork.

“Your robes, which will remain open, will cover your back side, so no one will see your butt. As for the heels, they make your legs look really long…Malfoy’s a leg man.”

Hermione scowled.

“Oh really? And how do you know that? Pansy’s more…top heavy…than tall.”

“Exactly.” Lavender nodded. “You need to be different. Trust me. He’ll see those long legs and think wicked thoughts.”

“He’s a Slytherin. They always think wicked thoughts….oh.” Hermione blushed.

“Smile at him, too.” Ginny suggested. “Pretend I’m Malfoy…smile at me.”

Hermione felt her lips pull back and the apples of her cheeks raise.

Ginny stared back in horror.

“That looked like some parody of a Death Eater!” She gasped.

“That’s not funny!” Hermione stared.

“Exactly!” Ginny replied and tilted her head in thought. “Instead of smiling, because what you just did would scare even Snape, just do the small knowing grin that you do so well.”

“What grin?” Hermione laughed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Look do you remember everything else we talked about?”

Hermione nodded.

“Walk slowly…casually…sway the hips slightly. Talk softer. Touch accidentally. Small grins.” Hermione’s smile faded. “I can’t do this.”

Lavender walked up to Hermione and grabbed her by the shoulders.

“You can and you will. The women of Hogwarts are depending on you to bring Draco to his knees…any way you can.”

“And for any reason.” Ginny chimed in.

“Ginny!” Hermione gasped.

“Because if you decide that you want to be in his bed, we’ll forgive you…won’t we, Lavender?” Ginny asked.

Lavender nodded.

“That’s lovely…really.” Hermione started to gnaw her lower lip again. “I may not forgive myself.”

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Cause I'm not the kind of girl who will lay down at your feet
Pedal back for your love, let you win every battle
Just to keep you around, just to make you feel better
You can be sure...
That I'm not the kind of girl who will lay down at your feet
Pedal back for your love, come whenever you call me
Cause that's not what I need, and that's not the way that
I see the world...

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Draco stared as Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast. Behind her, a few other Gryffindor females walked, smiles plastered across their faces. His gaze flitted back to Hermione. When did her legs get so long? Did she try out some elongation charm on them? Or…were those high heels?!?! His mouth opened.

One of the girls called out Hermione’s name. She spun around, her robes opening a bit and…how short was that skirt?!?! His mouth dropped.

A darkened finger reached over and closed his mouth for him none to gently.

“Thanks.” He muttered.

“No problem.” Zabimi chuckled. “Care to return the favour? Where has she been hiding those legs?”

“Under her robes.” Draco mused.

“Wow…imagine those legs wrapped around your…”

“Hey!” Draco bit out. “I thought you didn’t play Quidditch for that side.”

Blaise shrugged.

“I like to play for the winning side…and I do believe that whoever Granger plays with will win.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed.

Hermione sat down, her back slightly angled towards the Slytherin table. Rather than slide her legs under the table, she kept them out in the aisleway, giving Draco an unimpeded view of them.

((And the rest of the male population of Hogwarts.)) He glared.

Twisting a strand of her hair around her finger, she glanced over at him and smiled slightly. His head bolted upright in shock and he watched as she leaned over and whispered something to Lavender causing the two girls to giggle. Her attention returned to her breakfast and he found himself fascinated as she swallowed some pumpkin juice. How he envied that cup touching those lips and…

“She’s toying with me!” He accused.

“And doing a darn good job of it, too.” Blaise grinned. “She’s almost worthy of being honourary Slytherin.”

“Crap! She’s coming over here!”

Sure enough, Hermione slowly approached. Even through the robes, Draco could see…swaying?!?!...hips. He gulped down some pumpkin juice. Yes, it really was fascinating stuff, pumpkin juice.

“What are doing over here, Mudblood?” Pansy sneered out. “Your kind isn’t welcome here.”

Hermione ignored Parkinson. In fact, Draco noticed how she didn’t even flinch at the whiny tone of the female Slytherin.

Leaning down over the table, Draco had a clear, unobstructed view of a very tight white blouse and a Gryffindor tie loosed to hang just below those delectibly undone top few buttons. He licked his lips.

“I just wanted to say thank you for the snitch, Draco.”

She used his name in public. He felt like cheering or something...Malfoy’s didn’t cheer after all.

“It was very sweet of you.”

Turning around, Hermione slowly walked back to her table.

Sweet? Sweet?! Sweet?!?!

He was a Malfoy and a Slytherin! Sweet was not in his character!

He looked over to see Blaise laughing silently.

“You’re soooo sweet, Draco.” Blaise cooed while fluttering his dark eyelashes at Malfoy.

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I'm gonna finally make you see
I'm gonna make you learn your lesson with me

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“Granger, wait up!”

Hermione kept walking.

“Granger!”

Hermione slowed down but continued her journey.

“I said wait!” Malfoy turned the corner after her and grabbed her hand.

“What is up with you?” He demanded.

“Up?” Hermione asked innocently.

“Yes, up!” He snarled. “Short skirt, tight shirt, unbuttoned unlike your usual prissy self, high heels, hair, makeup…”

“Geez, Malfoy, would you like to comment on my knickers, too?”

“If the skirt got any shorter, I could…as could the rest of Hogwarts!” He raged.

“Why do you care?”

Draco blinked.

“I don’t.” He said, stepping back.

“Shame.” Hermione whispered, running a finger down his cheek. He was instantly reminded of the Potions Lab and charcoaled wood and her cleaning his face and their kiss. His breathing quickened. He stared at her. She seemed unaffected by her reactions.

So she was toying with him.

Well, two could play that game.

He reached out and pulled her towards him.

“I lied.”

“No surprise there, Slytherin.” She mocked.

His eyes narrowed.

“What are you playing at?”

“I don’t play games, Malfoy…unlike some others in the immediate area.”

“I wasn’t playing a game with you, Princess. I was honest about what I wanted.”

“Oh…right…that.” Hermione drawled. “You want me in your bed for one night and can’t honestly understand why I’m not impressed, why I’m not falling at your feet in sheer and utter delight. Well, now that the entire school knows you sent me the flowers and they all saw what you gave me at the Quidditch game, suddenly that little idea of yours to make me more popular appears to be taking flight. I’m just giving it a helping hand with this little get-up of mine.”

Draco hissed.

“But here’s the best part, Malfoy. I didn’t have to sleep with you at all. No one can believe that a girl would say no to you, so they all believe we have actually shagged. I can have any guy I want now. I’ve got it narrowed down to a handful. What’s Blaise like?” Hermione’s eyes taunted him.

The hiss evolved to a growl.

“He can’t figure out if he likes boys or girls better.” Draco threw that fact down at her feet. She didn’t appear phased. Infuriated, he pulled her against him. “As you can feel, however, I like girls…I like you.”

He paled at those three words which had escaped his mouth.

Even Hermione had stilled. She had never expected to hear him actually say that. Want, desire, crave, yes. But like? Malfoy liked her?

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she whispered, “Even you admit that you’re a liar, Malfoy.”

“Say my name…please.” He asked.

“You’re a liar, Draco.” She said softly.

“Yes, I am.” He admitted as he lowered his mouth on to hers. One hand whipped around her waist, securing her against him. The other hand weaved within her hair and captured her head, giving her no means of escape. She whimpered, fighting herself since she couldn’t fight him. She refused to respond, she refused to submit. That left one option. Dominate.

Her two tiny hands reached behind his neck and pulled him down tighter on to her. Draco’s breath hitched in surprise as her hands alternated between rubbing his shoulders or playing with his hair while her tongue fought his.

He managed to extract his hand from her hair and run it down her side. He could feel her tremble – was it excitement, anticipation, disgust? – against him. Slowly, he walked her backwards against the wall, to give them both support. He was amazed at how those heels put her at a perfect height for him and all needed to do would be lift the skirt and…Merlin…where were those lips of hers going?

He braced one of his hands on the wall above her as she fluttered kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Quickly, she worked her way back up and ran her tongue along the curve of his ear, biting softly on the soft flesh at the base.

She leaned up into him and Draco felt his pulse race even more as her chest pushed into him. He eagerly waited to hear what she was about to say. What delicious little tidbit would leave those moist lips?

“I’m late for class.” Hermione whispered and ducked below his arm to disappear down the corridor.

Groaning, Draco leaned forward and rested his forehead on the cool stone wall.

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Cause I'm not the kind of girl who will lay down at your feet
Pedal back for your love, come whenever you call me
Cause you're not what I need
(No, you're not the one for me no)
(And I'll never have to let you go)
(Cause I'm more than that girl in the shadow - I'm telling ya)

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Hermione stared at the flickering flames of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. She had almost lost control in the corridor earlier that day. So close…to be honest, she wasn’t sure what reminded her of the whole ploy that her female friends had concocted. Maybe Goderich Gryffindor was speaking to her from the grave. After all, he wouldn’t want one of his own to be snogging a Slytherin…in a public corridor no less!

Hermione flushed, although she wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or desire.

Crookshanks curled up in her lap and purred contentedly. He didn’t care who she snogged as long as she returned to give him some attention. If only all males were that simple, she mused.

((Okay, let’s face facts, girl. You enjoyed yourself today. You enjoyed the attention and you most certain enjoyed Dra…Malfoy…oh, fine, Draco’s reaction. You want more of that kind of reaction from him. You're only human.))

Making out in the corridor with him had made Hermione aware of certain things missing in her young adult life. While others were having fun, she was always studying and learning. Sure they were fun, but books could wait a night or two, couldn’t they?

But was she ready for more with Draco?

The lip gnawing started again.

She honestly didn’t know.

((But if I do, my terms…not his.))

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Cause I'm not the kind of girl who will lay down at your feet
Beg for your love, come whenever you call me
And you'll never see me cry
(No, you'll never see me cry, no, no, no)
(And you're never gonna break me no, no)
(Cause I'm never gonna be what you want me to)
(I know for sure)
(I'm not lost in your world)

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“Good morning, Princess.” Draco whispered, sliding into the seat beside her in the Potions Lab. “I didn’t see you at breakfast.”

“I wasn’t hungry.”

“You will be.”

“Probably.” Hermione shrugged.

“Brought you a muffin. You should eat if before Snape shows up.” Draco offered a golden brown muffin to her.

“You brought me breakfast in class?” Hermione stared.

“Yeah, well, it’s not the same as breakfast in bed…”

“No, it’s not.” Hermione grinned and took the offered treat.

Draco frowned. It’s not? How would she know? Who…

“Who did you get breakfast in bed from?”

“Hmm?” Hermione mumbled taking a bite of the still warm baked food.

“How do you know it’s not the same?”

Hermione swallowed.

“Because we’re in class. I don’t see my bed in here. Hence it’s not the same as breakfast in bed.” Hermione chuckled. “What were you thinking?”

“Nothing.” Draco replied sharply. He reached over and brushed some loose crumbs out of the corner of her mouth. Hermione blushed and mumbled her thanks.

“Have lunch with me.” He said simply.

Hermione blinked.

“Today.” He added.

Hermione blinked again.

“Thanks but no thanks, Malfoy. I have an aversion to sitting at the Slytherin table.”

He frowned. As much as he wanted her, there was no way he was going to sit with the Gryffindorks. And he knew that neither of them wanted to sit with the Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs.

“Greenhouse. There’s no class. I’ll bring lunch.”

“A picnic?” Hermione grinned.

“Sure. Why not? I throw a mean picnic.” Draco smirked.

“I’d expect nothing other than mean from a Slytherin.” Hermione countered. “I mean, you insult me to my face on a fairly regular basis.”

Draco clutched a hand over his heart.

“Hey, I haven’t called you that name in a while, if you think about it.”

Hermione frowned. He was right. He hadn’t called that since…she couldn’t recall offhand. Oh dear. No insults. Flowers. The snitch. A picnic.

((I can do this.))

“So, are we on for lunch?” He asked.

((I’m in over my head.))

Hermione nodded.