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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 7: The Terms
Disclaimer: If you don't understand this by now, you must be a) completely senile or b) an idiot. Bottom line: I do not own, I do not make a profit, and I did this with no intention to steal anything. :P Yes, rub it in... :(
Chapter 7 / The Terms
Hermione was unnerved. So incredibly unnerved. Why did she have to be such a good person? No, seriously. Why did she have a conscience? Why on earth did she care that she had finally shaken Draco Malfoy to the core with an insult? She had even dreamt about it the previous night for christ's sake. This was getting insane... and she was unnerved.
She downed the last bit of her coffee and shuddered at the bitter taste of the grains gathering at the bottom of her cup. Her eyes were resting on an unidentified object outside, not really noticing what it was she was looking at. All she seemed to gather was that the morning was rather grey, and quite possibly cold. She was trying to think of what to do with her day, wondering of she could find some way or another to escape her stupid one-tracked mind. She was going to punish that mind. Oh it was going to be bad. She was going to force herself to look at photographs of Pansy for hours on end. That should do it. She cackled to herself, and then realised she was laughing evilly at the thought of punishing herself. Merlin.
Shaking her head in exasperation at herself, she rose hastily from the chair and put the dishes in the sink. She looked down on them as they sank down into the water, and was suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Her eyebrows shot up in confusion, and she turned around to peer around the corner. What met her eyes on the other side made her tumble forwards in shock. She rounded the corner in a very ungraceful manner before she straightened up, coughed slightly and ran her hands awkwardly over her shirt.
"Hey, watch it, bucktooth the beaver," he said, not quite hiding a grin.
"I...what?"
"Close your gap, Granger," he commented, rolling his eyes as he grabbed her by the elbow and lead her out onto the pathway outside. "Lots to do and lots to see."
"What the hell happened to you?!" she cried in disbelief. "Did you swallow a bottle of that dodgy Jolly Potion from Fred and George?"
She got no answer to this. Instead, he just continued to drag her along, not slowing his pace down at all.
"I can walk quite nicely on my own, you know," she snapped, trying to wriggle her arm out of his firm grip.
When he suddenly let go of her, she was not at all prepared. She tripped over her own feet and knocked against him, gripping onto his arm to keep steady.
"Remarkable show of walking skill, M'lady."
She stared at him in utter horror. When he continued to grin, she tugged on his arm and forced him to stop.
"Stop being so incredibly happy. It's freaking me out," she proclaimed with a stern glance.
"I don't get it," he commented dimly. "I'm always happy..."
"No, Malfoys are never happy."
"Says who?"
"YOU!" she cried. "You've said it a million times."
"So I have, now that you mentioned it," he said, looking thoughtful. Or was it..fake..thoughtful? She narrowed her eyes.
"I know what you're doing," she accused, folding her arms threateningly over her chest as they walked along the road towards town.
