I was walking up the stairs from potions when someone bumped my arm, my books spilled all over the stairwell. Some even tumbled all the way to the bottom again.
“Shit,” I muttered. I felt like screaming it. I mean here I was, this was the last year I would ever be here and it hadn’t started off as the best. Let’s just say a bad to start to what seemed to be getting off to a bad year.
“You ok Hermione? Need some help?” Ron asked, concern lit up his face.
“No, I’m good." I growled, "I mean besides the fact that I have ridiculous amounts of homework, I’m head girl, I have to share a common room with Draco fucking Malfoy, and that all my books are currently residing at the bottom of the stairwell.”
“Whoa, don’t take it out on me girl. I’ll help you,” Ron looked worried for me. He looked like he wanted to back away but stayed put. Great, just what I wanted to add to my list of troubles an angry Ron Weasley. Definitely did not need that.
“Sorry Ron, I didn’t mean to take it out on you I’m just kinda stressed right now. You go on ahead I’ll catch up with you and Harry later. K?”
“Are you sure you’re ok?” Ron was a good friend but could be a little exasperating at times.
“Yes, Ron” I sighed. Sending him I don’t need to deal with this AND you right now vibes.
“Cool, see you in an hour,” he ran up the rest of the stairs, happy to get away from my hurtful ambiance. Everyone else had hurried away, glad to be done with Snape’s class, and classes for the day. I mean who doesn’t want to leave that classroom? It’s so dreary, even I was starting to believe the rumors that someone was buried under those tile floors. I went down the stairs and started to pick up my books, when suddenly a hand landed on mine. I looked up into Malfoy’s swirling deep gray eyes.
“Oh,” I tore my hand away from his, overwhelmed by surprise.
“Sorry to startle you, I didn’t mean to,” his eyes seemed to show a soul of a caring individual.... what the fuck? “I just saw you picking up books and thought I could help,” he grinned at me, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t read. A crazy twinkle of longing in there? My ass was this guy a caring person. There was something he wanted. No doubt about it. What scared me is that I didn’t know what it was.
I scurried to pick up the rest of my books; Malfoy was making me lose my nerve. But the again, when didn’t he?
Malfoy handed me the book he had picked up for me, “Don’t fall down anymore stairs now!” He winked slyly at me and was gone.
‘Well that was incredibly weird,’ I thought to myself. That was when I noticed the scrap of paper hanging out of my potions book; that just happened to have been the one that Malfoy had handed me.
Here’s what it said:
Hey hot stuff (sorry, am I allowed to call the perfect Hermione Granger that? Probably not. Screw it I’ll call you that anyways!),
Sorry about knocking all your books down the stairs, I really didn’t mean to. So sorry again, you probably really didn’t need that on top of all this other crazy seventh year shit.
Your seventh year common room buddy,
Um? Whoa? A little freakish there. What creature are you and what have you done with Draco Malfoy death eater in training? I decided not to mention this weirdness to anybody. The note was kinda interesting though in the fact that Malfoy was the best person in the whole school for sweet talk and the note didn't really leave me feeling seduced. Just unnerved. And I mean he probably has screwed most of the school already. Well not the guys but you get what I mean. So where was this coming from?
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