When Hermione Fights

Potter and Malfoy, a Never-Ending Fight

Chapter beta: Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

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Draco's POV

What didn't I do for Hermione? This had to be devotion!

Now, I had even allowed myself to get roped into going out and buying a wand in Knockturn Alley with the fool Potter. Hopefully, he didn't act as stupid today as usual.

At least the morning after Hermione's revelation, he had seemed quite accessible and thoughtful and had not forced her to reveal more. That she belonged to my family, was a member of the family, he really didn't need to know now, even if I wanted to be there when he found out; I wouldn't miss the fun.

I entered the cottage and hoped that Potter was ready to go, but as expected, he was still at breakfast and oh wonder, he apparently had a good time with Blaise. Well, maybe my fellow Slytherin, together with Daphne, had been able to straighten the Gryffindor's head in the last few days and the Twins had certainly also stood up for Hermione and possibly managed to conjure up Potter's very well hidden intelligence.

Hopefully everything went smoothly for her today. My thoughts weren't quite comfortable regarding the funeral. I didn't know what she had done with her parents but I was sure they weren't dead, even if it seemed otherwise. I wouldn't ask, though; she didn't want that and I respected that. Would Potter ever come this far to accept silence like I did?

The little chatting group hadn't noticed me yet.

"Not ready yet, Potter? I don't have all day!" I snapped at him, arrogant and displeased. Mischievously, I was looking forward to having him attack me again. I loved to quarrel with him and he always got into it immediately, hot-tempered as he was.

Potter reacted as I had expected. He jumped up passionately with an angry glare. How predictable, I thought contemptuously.

"What the hell, Malfoy? Can't you enter a room and greet normally?" he asked reproachfully.

Crossing my arms in front of my chest - I always did that in his presence to prevent myself from acting rashly - I measured him with a challenging smirk. He was really too fiery and predictable.

"What do you want to do, Potter? Hex me? Oh, well, now I'm scared," I mocked spitefully, then raised my hands into the air in a defensive gesture.

The others watched us calmly and sceptically, but didn't interfere. The Twins were probably already at work, Blaise would never interrupt me - he visibly enjoyed the scene - and the two sisters were much too shy and well educated for that. I watched calmly as Potter courageously pulled his wand, while I didn't reach for mine. He walked towards me and I smirked only further.

"And what now, Potter? Do you really want to curse me?" I asked provocatively. I openly smiled with an ironic twist to my lips.

He tried to tower threateningly over me and hissed, hot-headed as usual:

"I would really like to, Malfoy. Give me just one reason why I shouldn't. You're acting so arrogant here when this is Hermione's house. You order everybody around as if they were all your servants, but not with me!"

Groaning sorrowfully, I admitted to myself that I'd still have work to do with the fool in order to get rid of his nonsense. However, I would enjoy that. I knew Hermione wanted to turn him into a thoughtful tactician, and she recognized truly well hidden potential in him, for I had not yet discovered this in this stubborn skull. Although I assumed she would be right as always, I could really imagine something better than spending my time with Potter.