The Blood in Our Veins (Dramione)

Chapter Three: Potions Potions

"Granger! You have no idea what you've just done to my reputation."

The minute Hermione saw Draco all of her feelings of guilt and regret flew out the window and jumped in the lake. Hermione literally couldn't control herself as she burst out laughing.

"Wh-wh-what reputation." Hermione wheezed as she clutched her stomach. Hermione was laughing so hard a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Granger change it back!"Draco said shooting daggers at her with his eyes.

"I don't know how." Hermione said in her best dumb-little-girl voice.

"Granger! Change. It. Back." You could almost see smoke coming out of his ears.

"You're gonna have to be a little nicer Malfoy, if you want me to-"

Hermione was cut off abruptly by something crashing into her pushing her against the stone wall. She sealed her eyes shut thinking it was some kind of hex Malfoy cast pinning her to the wall, it was so strong.

"I don't like being told what to do Granger." Draco said in a deep dangerous voice.

Hermione opened her eyes. Draco's face was within an inch of hers while his hole body was pushed up against her. His hands were wrapped tightly around her wrists holding her arms above her head. Hermione blushed profusely as she felt how fit and toned Draco was. She tried to move her arms but Draco was too strong, he held her firmly in place.

"I don't like your attitude Granger." Draco glared.

As he saw her wriggle and twist her body from side to side his glare turned into a smirk. Her nervousness and discomfort made him feel dominate and in control.

"Does my closeness make you unconformable?''

"You in general make my skin crawl." Hermione said regaining her composure but still blushing and squirming.

Draco just chuckled and loosened his grip.

"Are you gonna change my hair back?"

Hermione had completely forgotten about his hair, and quickly shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind.

"Fine! I'll change it." Hermione rolled her eyes.

Draco released her and drew away. Hermione denied the feeling of disappointment she felt when he lifted his body off hers.

Hermione drew her wand from her satchel with slightly shaky hands and muttered a spell that changed his hair back to white blonde. Draco pulled a chunk of hair in front of his eyes and inspected it.

"Thanks Granger." Draco said smirking at her. "If you weren't a mudblood and a prude I might want to do that again sometime."

"If you weren't such lowlife prick I might not want to throw up every time I looked at you." Hermione smiled hatefully.

"Nah, I think you like me Granger."

"I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you."

And with that Hermione turned around and started to stride off. Draco was caught off guard by Hermione's comment. Usually her language was similar to Professor McGonagall's but... maybe there was another side to her. Maybe she wasn't just a boring prude.

Draco caught up with her and walked beside her.

"Granger. We have potions together. I'll walk with you." Draco more stated rather than offered.

"What do you want?" Hermione raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Nothin' mudblood." Draco said casually. "How's that checklist coming?"