Academic Affairs | Draco Malfoy Love Story

Lesson 9: Don't Lust Over the Enemy

 The next morning, Draco held his head up high, but he was fucking fuming. He'd spent all night trying to remove the color, trying to transfigure it to its icy blond color, and then finally trying to glamour it.

Everything had fucking failed.

Whatever she used was irrevocable and now he walked down the aisle of the Great Hall, pointedly ignoring the stares. He was only focusing on one witch who'd yet to look up. Longbottom had been speaking to her, but even he now looked like someone had just killed his crup by the way his words had clearly died on his tongue as he stared.

Hearing the abrupt hush of the Great Hall, Granger finally looked up.

Her eyes widened when she saw him and she hastily looked down, biting her lip. Her shoulders were trembling? No, shaking? Draco's ire grew immeasurably as he noticed her cheeks reddening—She was trying not to laugh out loud.

The swot found his predicament hilarious. Of course she did. She's the one who did this to him.

Longbottom cleared his throat as he sat on the other side of Undesirable No. 1 in his eyes, "Nice—"

"Finish that sentence and I'll shove a mandrake up your arse." Draco remarked in a deceptively kind voice. Granger hadn't said anything yet which caused him to prod. "You're awfully quiet, this morning. Nothing to say, Granger?"

She casted him a sideways look before dipping her spoon into her oatmeal. "Did you want me to say something, Malfoy?"

"Considering this was your doing, I thought you would." He hissed quietly. "What did you use? It won't come out."

Her lips curved into a smile, drawing his eyes to notice their fullness. "If you're impressed by my ability to outsmart you, Malfoy..." Her smile turned impish and he had to clench his hands into fists by his side discreetly. "There's no need to go green with envy."

Instead of fury, determination seeped into his gaze which clearly unsettled her by the way surprise flitted across her face. Uncertainty plagued her.

Tonight, he'd make her tell him how to change his hair color back.

Or.

Else.

Lesson 9: Don't Lust Over the Enemy

Hermione wore a smile on her face all day. Maybe it was childish and maybe she shouldn't have felt it was as much of an accomplishment as she thought it was, but—finally.

Finally, she'd manage to catch the prat by surprise. Yesterday, she'd been thinking that she was a total failure when it came to pranks, but Narcissa Malfoy had unknowingly saved her. It was the distraction she'd needed to make a fast getaway before Malfoy could make her eat all the devilish candy.

As a reward for finally getting a leg up in the Prank war, Hermione had made the trip to Hogsmeade. After the Second Wizarding War and in an effort to become more inclusive to Muggle born witches and wizards, there was a bookstore that opened which sold Muggle books. The shopkeeper had been holding a book for her that she'd been wanting to read.

Water for Elephants.

It was this book that she held wrapped in her hands when she spied a familiar green sight leaving Zonko's Joke Shop that made her pause.