Don\'t Trust A Slytherin\'s Promise

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Summary: Hermione falls for the innocent act once, but she soon learns that truly ugly things come of trusting a Slytherin’s promise.

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Hermione Granger, Head Girl, with her bushy hair flying and her voluminous black robes billowing, pulled out her wand and stunned Draco Malfoy directly in the chest. He shot back into the hard stone wall, his face a mask of complete surprise, and slid a few feet downward so his legs were slightly crumpled underneath his body. “You ought to know better,” Hermione smiled down at him. She took his wand out of his pocket and held it in her left hand. “Out of curiosity,” she said calmly, “why were you out of your dormitory?”

Draco blinked. “That is none of your business.”

“Actually, it is. As Head Girl I am supposed to report any curfew-breakers to McGonagall, but if you tell me what you were doing and make me believe you won’t break curfew again, I won’t report you. I’ll just dock a few points from Slytherin.” Hermione jabbed her wand toward Draco when he tried to get to his feet.

Draco slumped down to the ground. “You won’t take any points from Slytherin,” he growled.

“What were you doing up here?”

“Trying to pull a good hex on you,” he smirked.

“No, you weren’t. You’re a prefect. You shouldn’t be pulling stupid little stunts in the middle of the night,” she said, trying to wheedle the truth out of him.

“Oh don’t think it’s beneath me,” he said, pushing up off the ground and drawing himself up to his full height. “You might make for good entertainment on a Saturday night,” he sneered down at her.

“Honestly, couldn’t you find anything better to do on a Saturday night than follow me around?” she asked caustically. She held both wands directed at his chest.

“There’s only so much of Crabbe and Goyle’s weekly eating contests one can take. Besides, I’ve got the perfect repulsating hex I’ve been wanting to test for quite a while now,” Draco said in a conversational drawl.

“So you’ve been following me around all night trying to cast a debeautifying charm?”

“I’ve only been following you for five minutes. It’s not like I could stand more than five minutes of being around you, even if I were planning an amusing joke.”

“So why would you even bother following me for five minutes if you just couldn’t stand my presence?” Hermione said with a sarcastic smile.

“I had to get a good target,” Draco answered quickly. “Now,” he drew out the word with a curl of his lip, “could you give me back my wand?”

“I don’t think so,” Hermione smiled. “Not after what you just said you were planning to do.”

“Well, what can I do to convince you I won’t use my wand against you tonight?” Draco said, crossing his arms as if bored with her tedious nonsense.

“Malfoy, I don’t know what you could do to convince me,” Hermione said condescendingly.

Draco looked at her differently for a moment. His eyes grew dark and intense. “Listen,” he said without the drawl. “I promise not to use my wand against you tonight. Just give it back.”

“Really?” asked Hermione skeptically, surprised at his earnest tone.

“I promise,” he said, his face free of its usual smirk.

“Alright,” she smiled. “I would’ve had to give it back to you sometime,” and she handed his wand back.

“Thank you,” Draco grinned, one eyebrow cocking, and without warning, he pointed the wand into her face, wiggled it around expertly and shouted “Repulsate.”

Hermione groaned in frustration. The skin of her face started to bubble and stretch outward. She would have sent a spell back at Draco, but she was distracted by the strange sensations in her face. Draco watched in fascination as her jaw grew odd knobby protrusions and her nose flattened into two wide nostrils. Hermione felt her left eye slowly slide down her face until it was drooping asymmetrically near her ear. Once her face had stopped transforming, Hermione let out an irritated “hmph.”

“Well,” Draco sniggered. “That’s quite good actually. You’re absolutely hideous.”

Hermione gouged his chest with her wand. “Don’t think you can get away with this. Twenty points from Slytherin. I’m reporting you to the Headmaster. I almost want to kick you off the Quidditch team,” as Hermione spoke, she could feel a few missing and cracked teeth in the front of her lopsided mouth.

“I would stop right there if I were you,” Draco said warningly. “You really are the most revolting thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m the only one who can make you anywhere near attractive again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure Prof-”

“You know, maybe,” Draco interrupted her. “But I doubt it. I found this hex in a very uncommon edition of a very unattainable book, so I doubt anyone but me’d be able to fix you up again,” he smirked happily. He studied Hermione’s misshapen face and slightly bulging right eye and he cringed. “It’s almost enough to make me want the old Granger back.”

Hermione shoved her wand into his chest once again. “Fix it.”

“Patience Granger,” Draco smirked. Hermione crossed her arms and tapped her foot. “Alright, if you insist. It’s just hard to give up something so horrifically done.” And with a deft flick, and the words “Derevult Postward,” Hermione felt her face slip smoothly back into place.

With her jaw back to its normal smooth shape, Hermione let out a sigh of relief. “Now, honestly, why did you do that? You just lost your house twenty points.”

“So you’re not going to report me to the Headmaster?” Draco drawled hopefully.

“Hm…” Hermione debated with herself. “No. As long as you tell me where you found that hex.”

Draco smiled and hooked her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “This is much better,” he admired her face. “I think the reversal charm actually made some sort of improvement on the original.” Hermione was completely baffled. Draco smirked, ducked his head in quickly, and slipped his lips across hers. “You’ve got to admire my work,” he whispered against her lips.

At the feel of them, Hermione jumped two feet away and gaped at him. “Don’t you… don’t you dare kiss… don’t do that ever …”

Draco actually let out a chuckle of amusement. “The book was in the Restricted Section. Don’t think you’d dare to sneak a book out of there, Head Girl.” Hermione put her hands stoutly on her hips and glared daggers at him, trying to look angry enough to compensate for her not knowing exactly how she should respond. “Well,” Draco said. “That certainly was interesting. Good night,” he said civilly, and walked as fast as he could toward his room.