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10 Ways To Impress A Mudblood by queen_luna
Chapter 9 : IX. To Study Or To Snog
 
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Oh my Merlin. Has it really been five months since I last updated this story? I feel terrible. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, if you haven’t given up on me yet!






IX.

Welcome to the penultimate way to impress a Mudblood! We have come so far, and now we are nearly to the end. I have, in many ways, already met my goal due to the fact that I am the one and only Draco Malfoy, but you may have a little ways to go. Never fear, for I have two more tricks up my sleeve that I shall share with you.

Now, I don't know about the girl whom you are trying to impress, but Hermione Granger absolutely loves to study. It's something that many of us will never understand, but because of my love for her I will attempt to do so.

You see, the ninth way to impress a Mudblood is to help her study for exams. We have a huge Charms test coming up, worth about thirty percent of our bloody grade. It'll be the perfect opportunity to put my plan into action.

You may be thinking that I'm crazy. After all, Hermione doesn't need anyone to help her study! She's the most intelligent girl I've ever had the fortune to meet! She would ace the exam even if she didn't study! That's just how brilliant she is.

But, you forget that I am the one and only Draco Malfoy. I know all of this, of course. And besides, my plan goes one step further.

While helping her study, I'm also going to be studying with a fervor that has never been seen before, even by the likes of Hermione. If I study just a little more than she does, then maybe I'll even beat her on the Charms test. That, my friend, is my ultimate goal...for this particular way to impress a Mudblood, anyway.

I've been dying to get a higher exam score than the brilliant Hermione Granger ever since we were wee little first years. It may seem impossible, but I can make it happen. I'll admit it's a bit of a gamble, because I'm not entirely sure how she will react, but I'm hoping that everything will go according to plan.

And it will. Because I am the one and only--

Okay, okay, I don't need to say it again. You already know that I am the one and--

Sorry--it's a force of habit.



"Hermione, where are you off to?" I was lazily lounging on the most comfortable couch in our common room, the one that was right next to the cozy fireplace.

"The library," Hermione answered, as if that were the most natural place in the world to be on a Friday night. She checked her bag to make sure all her books were in there before making her way to the portrait hole.

"But Hermione," I whined. Oh wait. Malfoys do not whine. I wasn't whining…I was gently protesting. That's right. "It's a Friday night."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "So?" she said, as if she didn't see the big deal.

"We just had a tough week with classes," I explained patiently. "You should take it easy, Hermione. You don't have to study all the time."

At this she gave me a wry smile. "Draco, you should know me better than that by now. I have to study. I have to stay on top."

I could have interpreted that last line of hers a bit differently, but instead I told myself to get my mind out of the gutter (another Muggle saying that has crept into my brain) and took it the way she intended me to. "Why, Hermione?" I asked, genuinely wishing to know why she had to be the best in every subject.

"Because," she sighed heavily, "it's what I expect of myself."

"What do you mean?" I said, puzzled. I sat up in my seat so I could give her my fully undivided attention.

She thought for a moment, thinking of the best way to answer my question. "It's how I distinguish myself from everyone else," she said. "I have to make my mark somehow. Harry's the daring, noble Gryffindor hero. You're the charming Slytherin prince. Some people here at Hogwarts think I'm nothing more than a Mudblood…and, well, I have to show them that I'm so much more than that dirty word. I…I feel like I have to prove my intelligence and right to be here."

"Oh, you belong here alright," I said fiercely. "You're the smartest girl I've ever met. You're a thousand times better than those dimwits who call you that--that word."

"Thanks, Draco," she said, smiling sweetly. But then, her smile faded. "You know, you used to be one of them."

I didn't need to ask her what she meant by that. I realized right then and there how much I had hurt her in the past, and I must say it killed me a little inside. "I'm sorry," I said, ashamed. Merlin's pants, what's happening to me? Malfoys never feel sorry!

"You've changed," she said, smiling wryly. She had told me this before. "And so I've already forgiven you for what you've done to me in the past."

Relieved, I thanked my lucky stars that she was so compassionate and forgiving. But then she started making her way to the portrait hole again, and of course I couldn't let her do that.

"Here, come sit by me and we'll think of something better to do this evening," I said, invitingly patting the seat next to me and winking suggestively. As expected, she blushed a pretty pink.

"Draco, I already told you that I have to go study," she said, trying to look annoyed but failing at that. I knew she'd rather spend the evening with me than with a book.

"You know what, Hermione?" I said, suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. I had realized that this was the perfect moment to put my latest plan into action. "I'll come to the library with you. I could use some studying too."

She looked at me like I had sprouted antlers. "Really?" she said in complete and utter disbelief. "Did you hit your head just now?"

I was hurt. "I study too, you know!"

"But like you said…it's a Friday night. You never do work on a Friday night." She seemed suspicious. Oh no, what if she found out about my plan?

I was inwardly panicking, but I put a winning smile on my face. "Well, tonight's different. Shall we go?" I stood up and stretched.

She looked at me pointedly. "Aren't you going to bring any books?"

I kept grinning. I must've looked like an idiot. (Oh wait, did I just admit that to you? Scratch that, please.) "Nah, everything I need is in here." I tapped my head.

She gave me a weird look. "Okay, sure." I walked over to her, slung an arm around her shoulders, and then we headed down to the library for a serious study session (go ahead and laugh if you want to).



The Hogwarts library was dark and quiet. The air was hushed, and no one spoke above a murmur. Of course, the students who happened to be there on a Friday night had no one to speak to anyway…sad but true. Good thing Hermione had me here to keep her company. How dismal her life would be without me…. Sighing dramatically, I asked her where she wanted to sit.

She gave me another strange look that made me wonder if I had said that part about how lucky she was to have me in her life out loud. I responded by gazing at her innocently. She huffed and then pointed toward a collection of tables where several little second years were already sitting, right under the nose of the vulture-like Madame Pince. I shook my head.

"Let's find somewhere more…secluded," I said, winking at her. Before she could protest, I steered her into the maze of narrow bookshelves, taking her deeper and deeper into the dark recesses of the ancient library.

"There's not enough light back here!" she whispered loudly. "I can't study without light!"

"You're a witch," I said. "We'll conjure a lamp…or a candle. Yes, candles are definitely more romantic." I muttered the last bit to myself, but I think she still heard me.

"What's so romantic about studying?" she said, glaring at me. Oh look, she's angry with me again…. I must say, it's rather attractive.

"Everything, of course," I said, wondering where I was going to go with this. I was thinking fast. You see, my hormones had taken over and there was no bloody way I was going to let either of us study that night. Hence, a change of plans was necessary.

"Draco Malfoy, what do you mean by that?" she snapped, coming to a halt in the middle of the Defense Against the Dark Arts section. She shifted her bag full of books over her shoulder as she gazed at me with much suspicion. (It could have been adoration, you never know.)

"Oh, let me take that for you," I said chivalrously. (Yes, I have long accepted that it's alright to exhibit that particular Gryffindor-ish trait…it's good for getting girls.)

She absentmindedly handed over her books, which was quite astonishing. Either she really wanted to know what I was up to, or she was getting tired of carrying all those blasted things around. "Draco, you still haven't answered my question."

"Hermione, love," I said, sighing. "You have a lot to learn, don't you?"

"I--" she sputtered, not knowing what to make out of that.

"Come on, let's get going." I took her hand and we continued to venture deeper into the library, until we reached my intended destination.

"What's this?" she said, still suspicious.

It was an alcove, of course. A quiet, secluded alcove. Absolutely perfect for studying. Yes, it was rather dark as there were no lamps back here, but the light coming through the small circular window that looked out into the star-studded night sky would suffice. An old, ornately carved mahogany bench was placed beneath the window. I sat down, dropping her book bag onto the floor and patted the seat next to me.

Hermione sighed. "You are an absolute git," she informed me.

"An absolutely charming and lovable git, right?" I said endearingly.

She laughed, and I could tell she wasn't angry anymore. I took both of her hands and guided her to the bench. She sat down and leaned against me, her leg pressed against mine. My heart, I swear, started beating a little faster.

She turned her pretty face toward mine. The moonlight streaking in through the window seemed to make her hair and her eyes shine even more. "So much for studying," she whispered. Maybe she didn't mean to be seductive, but that's how it came across to me, and it was all I needed to bring my lips crashing down on hers.

To my immense delight, she kissed me back eagerly, her hands traveling up my chest and intertwining with my hair. She was everywhere. My senses were overloaded. I couldn't breathe.

And yet, I needed more. I kissed her even more passionately, if that was even possible. She returned everything I gave her, which only made me want even more. She was clinging to me like a lifeline. My lips never left hers.

At last, we both were in desperate need of air. For awhile we sat there, listening to each other breathe, with her head on my shoulder. The air wasn't hushed anymore. It was full of unspeakable emotion.

"I love you, Hermione," I murmured into her ear.

She looked up at me at these words and gave me a brilliant smile, but didn't say anything back. Still, I understood.

I kissed her forehead. It was then that I realized I had never actually asked her to be my girlfriend, even though we had already started to act like a real couple. After all those weeks of flirting and playful banter, I thought it was high time I did.

"Hermione?" I said tentatively.

"Yes, Draco?" she said.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I asked, with utmost seriousness and sincerity.

"I was beginning to wonder when you'd actually ask," she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

"I'll take that as a yes," I whispered. I really couldn't say anything else at the moment. We proceeded to spend much of the night there, in that hidden alcove, enjoying each other's presence and company.

So I got a little off track. So what? Hermione was now officially mine, and that's really all that really matters.



The rest of the weekend passed in a blur. Hermione and I spent most of our time in either the Heads dormitory or our new favorite spot in the library. Needless to say, none of us did any studying. I mean, when one can snog or study…it's a no-brainer, really.

Hence, when the time came for the both of us to take that Charms test, we were both completely and woefully unprepared. I don't think I even saw the questions at all. I was too busy staring at Hermione across the classroom.

You see, Hermione was doing something I never thought I'd ever witness. She was staring vaguely into the distance, a dreamy smile on her face. Her test was untouched. She was twirling her quill absentmindedly with her slender fingers. In short, she was daydreaming. In the middle of a test. About me, probably. Upon realizing this, I smirked.

Hermione Granger was daydreaming about her amazing boyfriend, who happened to be me, the one and only Draco Malfoy.

That, my friend, is what you might call true love. 






So, what do you guys think? Only one chapter left! Once again, I apologize for making you all wait for so long. Please review!
Yours till the Wrackspurt steals your thoughts,
Queen Luna


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