Dealings with an annoying Prick

Author: dark.yasmin
Rating: R (for mild violence)
Story: Angst
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters, nothing is mine…


Dealings with an annoying prick

Hermione walked through the deserted hallway. She sighed to herself.
One of her study sessions gone on very late.
She cursed herself for it, the hallways were pretty dark and eerie right now.

Hermione closed her robe tighter around her and quickened her pace.
A shuffling sound was heard at her right.
Quickly she turned around.
She looked, but the hall was dark and she couldn’t see anything.
“Get a grip, will you!”, she berated herself.

Hermione made her way further down the deserted hallway, her pace a little faster then before.
Meanwhile she tried to relax, listening to the soft sounds of her footfall.
And there it was again! A soft sound at her left this time.
Hermione stopped in her tracks. Every fibre of her body was on full alert.
Slowly she traced her hand over her wand in her robe.
She grabbed it and held it in front of her.
Maybe she was just imagining things.
Too much reading late at night, not good! Did strange things, yes indeed.
But very reassured she wasn’t.
Hermione whispered “lumos” and the tip of her wand flared up.
With her wand in front of her Hermione inspected the alcoves of the hallway, slowly lighting them as she came closer.
Hermione shuddered. Her wand gave the hall an eerie bluish glow.
When she was certain nothing was out of the ordinary she turned round.
Behind her a whispered “nox” was heard.
Her wand went dark.

“Who’s there!”
Hermione reeled around.
She could make out a black form coming from one of the alcoves.
Hermione held her wand in front of her, ready to hex this person into next week. “Lumos!”
“Put that away, Granger. You don’t want to accidentally hex someone, do you now!”
Hermione grunted in frustration at the familiar drawl.
She could make out his blond hair, as he came closer.
“Go away Malfoy.”
She began to walk away and she relit her wand again.
He began to follow. His cloak made swishing noises behind her.
Why? In all the hallways! It’s a bloody big school! Why her ?

Malfoy tried to keep up with her, which proved rather difficult.
How was it that Granger moved so fast on those short stomps, she called legs?
“It seems your trying very hard to get away from me, Granger. Why is that?”

She stopped and slowly turned around. She was a bit flustered, her cheeks were red and her eyes screamed at him to go away.
“You have to ask?! I think it’s very obvious, really!”, she snapped.
“Why don’t you enlighten me then.” Malfoy smirked.
Hermione sighed. Malfoy could almost hear the rolling of her eyes. His smirk broadened.
Hermione put her wand in front of her and held it close to Malfoys face.
“Look, don’t you have anything better to do?”
Malfoy pushed her wand out of his face. “Not really, no.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Annoying..” Hermione walked away briskly.
Aagrr, of all the insufferable nasty ferrets! Better to keep walking and ignoring the gigantic slime.
Yes, that’s it.

Malfoy once again had to make an effort to keep up.
He felt giddy, well almost giddy. Malfoys didn’t do giddy!!
But finding Granger, alone, and annoying her beyond al believe was certainly entertaining!
He walked in sink with the girl.
She was ignoring him. Well, we’ll see how long that takes.
Malfoy began humming.
Hermione send him a few nasty sideway glances. Malfoy pretend that he didn’t notice.
Suddenly Granger laughed out loud.
“What’s so funny Granger!” Malfoy was glaring at her.
“It’s nothing.” She answered with a grin on her face. Hermione looked at the boy beside her. He wasn’t going to let this pass, was he?

Suddenly Malfoy sprinted in front of her.
He took her arm and stopped her from walking past him.
“It’s not very wise to make fun of me.” His tone was deadly serious.
Hermione knew it would be better to keep her mouth shut. But she didn’t.

“Why, not? Don’t you know you are the laughing stock of this whole school?”
His grip on her arm tightened and his eyes narrowed.
“Watch your mouth!”
Hermione felt her anger rise. She held her head high and looked him in the eye.
“Is there any point in the fact that you are talking to me?! Because I feel like I have spent enough time on slimy gits!”
Hermione pulled her arm free with force.
Malfoy looked at her, anger evident in his dark eyes. He gritted his teeth and suddenly lunched forward.
Hermione felt herself stumble backwards into the wall.
“Don’t ever talk to me like that, filthy little mudblood.”
Malfoy was very close to her now. She could feel his breath on her forehead.
“Don’t call me that!” and Hermione pushed against his chest, creating much needed space between the two of them.
She was trembling, she was so angry. She looked at his smug face, those cold eyes. He was red in the face as well.
“I call you whatever the hell I like, stupid mudblood.”
Hermione didn’t even realise her hand had moved before it was too late.
A loud twak was heard in the empty hall.
Hermione’s hand tinkled from the slap she gave.

Malfoy wasn’t prepared to say the very least.
What, for fucks sake??
He didn’t see it coming, but the result, he did feel.
His right cheek was tinkling from her forceful slap.
He felt himself beginning to boil, his blood raced towards his head.
Stupid bitch made her last mistake. She would pay!
He was trembling.

Hermione moved her hand to her mouth and covered it.
Oh no! God no…what have I done!
She watched the boy in front of her.
God so wrong.
Her mind was screaming to move. Move stupid! God just move.. Move!!
Hermione watched in horror as her body refused to move.
Malfoy was beyond himself.
She slapped him!
That Granger-bitch slapped him, again!
Damn it all to hell, that self-righteous little bookworm.
She’s not going to get away with it, again! Not if he’s got something to say about it.

He watched the girl in front of him. Her hand was clamped over her mouth and she looked shocked.
Her eyes have never been this wide.
Malfoy took a step forward, she took a step back.
She touched the wall, there was nowhere to go. He knew it, she knew it.
He closed in on her, she looked scared for a moment.
Malfoy grabbed both her arms and he wasn’t gentle in the least.
He could see pain fluttering over her features. “What, no comeb…..”
He didn’t finish that sentence, because Granger spat in his face.

Hermione looked horrified as he stumbled back a little. He looked lost for a moment. His hand rubbed at his face.
The trembling lip, his dark, very dark eyes. His face red.
There it was. Smack.
The slap on her left cheek.

Hermione stumbled back and lost her balance. Her knees gave in as she slumped down the wall.
Her hand went up to her burning cheek. She felt tears prickling behind her eyes. No...please, not now. Don’t cry! Don’t.
Suddenly Malfoy lunched himself at her again and grabbed her. He hauled her upright. Hermione yelped at the sudden force. Malfoy held her to the wall and narrowed his eyes at her.

“You hit me!” It was more a whisper, her voice cracked.
Tears were forming now.
“I can’t believe…you’d..” her voice trailing off.

“Did you think I would just let you treat me like shit!
You spat in my face, you cow.”

Hermione could barely look at him. He was gritting his teeth.
She could hardly hold down a sob. This was al so wrong. Wrong and twisted and rotten. She knew she pushed him too far. But that disgusting word! He used it again.
Her tears were flowing freely. Stupid, stupid tears.
God, he was still staring at her. Don’t stare, please don’t. Not like this.
She couldn’t hold down another sob. Her head moved to the side, unwilling to look at him.

Malfoys breathing returned somewhat to normal. He watched her move her head away from him. She was flushed, her skin was rosy. He could sense the heat radiating from her face and body.
Why was she so surprised? Surely she knew what was coming.

“You hit me first. I have never…I wouldn’t have…”

“”What? If I wasn’t a foul Mudblood?”
Hermione turned her head to look at him.
Her eyes were dark and angry.
“Yes, because a mudblood deserves to be hit, doesn’t she Malfoy?
That’s all there good for, aren’t they? That and to mess with there heads, make their lives miserable!”
A tear rolled over her cheek. She felt it. Malfoy watched the tear fall from her chin. She saw that he looked.
“Oh, the mudbloods crying, isn’t that rich?
Its only human, Malfoy!! Or haven’t you noticed, I’m human just like you! “

She was screaming now.
More tears, more goddamn tears.
Can’t stand it.
Too much words and tears.
Malfoy pulled on his collar.
Too damn hot too.
Can’t breath, shit. Do something!

“STOP TALKING!! I can’t stand your talking.
Nothing but words!”
Another sob from somewhere inside her.
“You make me sick!” he pushed against her for emphasis.
Harsh and cold. That’s the way. His way.
He held her gaze and she looked away.
He grabbed her chin en forced her to look up at him again.
“Can’t stand the sight of me, Granger?”
“Let. Me. Go!” clenched teeth.
Malfoy smirked. “No, I don’t think so.”
“I hate you!” she screamed.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“The feeling’s mutual.” Voice very calm and steady.
Her eyes defiant and daring at the same time.
Her unruly curls loos from her ponytail.

Why was he noticing her stupid hair! Damn. Not important, at all!!
Another tear on her cheek. This one travelled down to her collarbone.
Malfoy stared at that little space between her neck and her shoulder.
She sighed.

“God, I hate you so much”, whispers, tired whispers.
Malfoy leaned in and whispered; “And you..”
More words.
Her curls tickling his nose.
“Mean..”
He lingered in the crook of her neck.
”Absolutely..”
He inhaled deeply.
“Nothing!”
A wave of vanilla and flours hit him
Whispers, only whispers.
He could feel her tremble.

God, what was he doing! Idiot!
But her scent and her warmth was intoxicating.
He could still smell her tears and it gave him a jolt.
Pleasure? No, no wait…certainly not that.
No way, more like power, yes, power was good.
He’d made her cry, these tears were for him.
He could lick those tears from her know-it-all face.
Her flushed skin, shocked, heaving and….

What the! Malfoy jerked back.
Hermione was staring at him.
“Malfoy?” uncertain and very cautious.
Malfoy scraped his throat. “..uhm, yes….we’re done! Go!”

Their eyes met. He looked completely bewildered. He didn’t notice her huge eyes or the confused look on her face. He quickly turn around and walked away. His cloak billowing behind him. Soon he disappeared into the darkness.

Hermione was perplexed. He left.
A minute ago it seemed he was going to torture her some more.
But he just left.
He looked at her strange and left!
Hermione slowly walked back to the Griffendor tower.
And was he smelling her?
It felt like it when he whispered cruel things in her ear.
She reached her common room and ran up her dorm.
She let herself fall on her bed. She unconscious rubbed her left cheek.
Than it came back to her. The bastard hit me.
She could feel new tear forming.
Angrily she rubbed them from her face.
Not want to think about it now!
She let her head touch the pillow and slowly slumber came.

Malfoy raced the stairs down to the dungeons.
We’re done??
Go??
What the hell is wrong with me!
He opened the port red hole and slammed it shut.
He was greatfull no one was in the common room.
He leaned against the heavy door and tilted his head back.
This wasn’t good. Not at all.

Tbc..