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CRAZY and COMPLICATED. That's what Hermione's life becomes when, after a heated argument with the Slytherins, Ron impulsively bets away Hermione for the Quidditch Match.
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"Why not?" He leaned in closer and spoke into her ear.
"Because you're a Slytherin. Is this what this whole thing's been about, Malfoy? Getting me to help you catch up with homework, so you could hoard House points?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, still talking in hushed whispers.
"Of course not, Granger. If I was in need of House points, I'd hex Weasel. You would award me House points out of pure joy", he winked at her mischievously.
"Or I could hex you back", she smirked.
"Would you?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
"No", she said and went back to writing on her parchment.
"Well, well... I never thought I'd live to see the day when the Roaring Princess refuses to hex me. But then, I never thought I'd live through the war at all."
Hermione snorted.
"Come on Granger. You let your Golden Boy and Weasel copy off you. You're not going to help your potions partner with the essay?" He continued to plead.
"I don't let Weas- Ron copy off me anymore in case you haven't noticed. Besides, I thought you were a master potioneer Malfoy. What happened?" She sneered.
"Snape's death happened. He taught me everything I know", Draco replied, without emotion.
"I'm sorry."
"I am, too. Too bad he died. Could have put him to good use this year", he replied nonchalantly.
"What?! You're a git", Hermione felt disgusted at his lack of respect for the war hero, but then Malfoy was never the one for giving war heroes any respect, so that was that.
"At least I'm easy on the eyes."
"Well then, pretty boy, why don't you use that pretty face of yours and get your essay done."
He leaned in closer, less than an inch of distance between his lips and her. "That's what I'm doing Granger", he whispered in a low rumble.
Hermione could feel his breath against her cheeks, sending chills down her neck.
Her face flushed at the closeness and was turning red.
Her heart skipped a beat before she managed to compose herself and retort back, "Well then, you should be asking Parkinson, shouldn't you? She's the only one who seems to find your face worth looking at. And that's saying something, considering that Bloody Baron has more color on his face than you, Malfoy."
"Speaking of color, why are you red? Are you running a fever?" He asked resting his palm on her forehead. She recoiled at his touch.
"No, I'm not" she replied embarrassed. "It's just really hot here in the library."
"Thank you Granger. But I already know I'm the sexiest bloke at Hogwarts. I have been told quite often", he replied airily.
"You wish, Malfoy", she snorted.
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Next day at the library
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