Hogwarts asf

Potions (Dramione)

Hermione's POV
"If you're so smart, then what ingredient isn't used in the Shrinking Solution?" I ask Ron, crossing my arms across my chest. He turns to face Harry as if to say "how am I supposed to know that?" and Harry just shrugs.
"Uhhh... I forgot..." Ron admits and I shake my head.
"Seriously Ron, how do you expect to pass your O.W.Ls if you don't even know that?"
"I'll copy off you!" He says and I instantly stare him down.
"No you will not, and don't bother asking me to do it for you because it's not happening." I tell him and he sighs.
"Fine! Harry will help me, won't you?" He elbows Harry lightly to draw his attention from Cho at the other side of the room.
"Huh? Uh, sure. Wait what are we talking about?" Ron gives up and goes back to devouring the rest of his food.
"Honestly, I can't with you two." I tell them as I start to pack up my things.
"Where are you off to?" Ron questions with his mouth half full.
"I'm going to the library to study, some of us actually care about passing,"
Ron rolls his eyes and with that I leave the great hall and head to the library.

I'm walking down the corridor when I hear someone call my name.
"Granger!" A familiar voice shouts as I hear footsteps come up behind me. I turn around and spot his tall figure and blonde hair.
"Malfoy? What the hell do you want?" I question quite aggressively, what does he want with me? I have things to do, I can't be bothered with his insolent self right now.
"Nice to see you too." He scoffs.
We stand in silence for a second until he speaks again.
"I need help... with potions." He mutters looking down at his feet. Is he serious? He needs help with potions and he comes to ME? Why would I ever help him, honestly.
"Are you kidding me?" I laugh.
"Are you kidding me?" He mocks. "No, Granger, I'm not kidding. Do you really think I'd be asking a filthy mudblood like you for help if I didn't need it?" He rolls his eyes.
Well that's one way to get your point across. I look at him with a mix of confusion and annoyance.
"Why would I ever help you? You're just a pathetic little bully who apparently can't even pass his classes." I say and I watch as he furrows his brows.
"I'm not the pathetic one here." Is all he can blurt out. Seriously, what is even going on? Draco Malfoy asking ME for help. I could help him but why would I? He's done nothing good for anyone in this school, especially not me.
"I'll ask again, why would I ever help you?"
"Because... I'm hot?" He states, or rather asks. This must be a joke. "Because I'm hot" what? That isn't a reason at all. I can't help but laugh at his words as he lets out a long sigh and runs a hand through his hair in anger.
"Goodbye, Draco." I remark, turning around and continuing to the library when I feel a cold hand tightly grab my wrist.
"Wait!" He exclaims and turns me to face him. We both look down at his hand on my wrist in shock and he quickly lets go. I back away from him and realise he looks just as shocked as I am.
"Sorry- I didn't mean to-" he shakes his head again. "But I really need help, please. Help me this one time." He begs. Draco Malfoy begging for my help? Who would've thought? Not that I'm complaining, I quite enjoy it.
"If I decide to help you, and I mean IF. Will you leave me and my friends alone?" I respond and he instantly regains eye contact with me.
"What? No." He says. What- I swear this boy is so confusing. Does he want my help or not? He's lucky I'm even considering it.
"Then what's in it for me? So far, I see no good reason for me to help you."
"Hey, you get to spend time with me! Do you know how many girls would kill for that opportunity?" He tells me.
Can his ego get any bigger? I thought it'd be clear by now that I'm NOT one of them girls. They can have him just get him as far from me as possible, please and thank you.
"Well, unfortunately for you I'm not one of them girls. So you can either accept my help on the one condition you leave me and my friends alone or stop bothering me. Your choice." I explain and see him visibly tense up.
"You are intolerable sometimes you know," he mumbles under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing. Whatever, fine. I'll think about it. Just help me!" He insists. I roll my eyes.
That's better than nothing, but still why is it so hard for him to leave us alone? Is bullying people one of his only hobbies? Honestly, I wouldn't expect any less.
"I'll think about it," I taunt and he stares at me blankly and I smile back sarcastically. He had it coming.
"Meet me in the library tomorrow, 9am sharp. Don't be late." I order and he sighs in relief.
"But it's Saturday tomorrow, why can't we go now?" He inquires.
To be honest, I just want to torture him a bit. If he needs my help that much then he can take time out of his day to do it.
"Because I'm busy, you're not my number one priority right now." I reply and his face falls a bit. Don't tell me that hurt him, he's so dramatic.
"Fine. Thanks, I guess." He states blankly rubbing the back of his neck.
"You're welcome," and with that I get up and go to the library so I can finally study, alone. He better not make a big fuss out of it. My Merlin, what did I just agree to?