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Despising You	By : Chillkat Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24289 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A sharp slap to her behind startled Hermione awake. Laying on her stomach she groaned slightly and turned her direction to the familiar presence.
Dressed in the dark green and black quidditch gear, Draco stood tall next to her bed holding his silver scepter formed broom. The thick quidditch pants fit his tall lean build perfectly, hanging off his hips ever so slightly while his green shirt seemed to hug his contoured torso. With his long white hair in her favorite ponytail Hermione had to admit he looked gorgeous, even when he was giving her a mischievous smirk as he was now.
“Get up Princess, you got a letter from Dumbledore.” Sitting up she took hold of the letter he offered. Nervously she tore the seal an unfolded the letter. Reading it quickly she let out a sigh of relief when she finished. Smiling she looked up at the waiting warlock.
“Headmaster Dumbledore accepted my change of schedule.” Hermione didn't miss the look of pure male satisfaction that crossed his face. “He told me to enjoy my year as much as possible.”
Leaning forward on the silver broom Draco gave her a wicked smile. “That means you can come watch us practice this morning.”
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Twenty minutes later Hermione found herself sitting in the Slytherin stands watching the team practice. Though the sport was not something she would list as entertaining she did find enthrallment out of watching Draco coach.
Forceful, would be the word used to describe his coaching style. Even though his was far away she could still hear his distinctive baritone voice.
“Mind if we join you?” a silky deep voice caused her to take her attention from the practice. Hazel eyes, black hair, and a dashing smile was the stunning attributes of the tall Slytherin that stood next to her, behind him were about five or six other Slytherins only two being girls. None of the Slytherins looked familiar, but that wasn't saying much since before this year Hermione could only name about five Slytherins.
“Umm no not at all.” Honestly she would have rather they didn't but firstly she would never be so rude and secondly never in her life would she have imagined Slytherins asking “her” permission for anything especially in their own quidditch stands.
Taking the spot right next to her the hazel eyed Slytherin turned towards her with his hand out. “My name is Brian Naut”
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Hanging out and watching his house practice during free period has been a Slytherin 6th and 7th year tradition for years. However, the tradition started losing its luster towards the end of 6th year. Same old gossip and the same old jokes. Although Brian couldn't see himself doing anything else, it was the essence of cool to do such.
Although the moment he saw the dainty feminine figure of the Gryffindor Princess sitting demurely on the bench, he knew that this was going to be a glorious day.
Since the beginning of the semester he caught glimpses of the long brown haired girl. A laugh here and a smile there, just enough to tease every male in sight. Hermione Granger became the new year's obsession amongst the male student body. Although the conversations had to be held in strict confidence for the fear of that pompous bastard Malfoy or the rest of the Golden trio catching wind.
Ever since classes began she was practically guarded like royalty. If Potter wasn't dragging her along behind him Malfoy was sure to be lurking around. What made matters worse, was that each bloke had their own henchmen of sorts. If Potter could not be around he made sure that either Weasley or Neville could be.
The same went for Malfoy, though there was rarely a time he wasn't within her vicinity, he made damn sure Crabbe, Goyle, or Zabini filled in.
But now, he smiled evilly, she was all to himself. Having yet to break her concentration on the practice Brian was able to silently observe her as he approached. Long brown curls were swept into a large ponytail at the crown of her head allowing the mass of hair to fall to her lower back. The black robe she wore pooled delicately around her small figure, while her crossed legs peaked out the opening showing the expanse of her legs beneath her pleated skirt.
Though he could say unanimously what made Hermione desirable besides her sexy petite form was the pure and innocent look she seemed to radiate. Guaranteed every male in Hogwarts dreamed of that face at night, just imagining what it would be like to have her in his bed.
Dear Merlin she was sexy.
Ignoring the gasp and whispers of his classmates that were behind him he walked up to the innocent Gryffindor. “Mind if we join you?” he made sure to use the sexiest voice he could conjure.
“Umm no not at all.” he could easily see her confusion, making his smile only widen.
Taking the spot right next to the lone Gryffindor turned towards her with his hand out. “My name is Brian Naut.”
At first he wasn't sure she was going to take the offered hand shake, however with a breathtaking smile she reached out and shook his hand before replying. “Hello my name is Hermione Granger.”
“As if everybody didn't already know who you were.” a blonde 6th year boy laughed from the bench behind them. Hermione's blinked owlishly before blushing sheepishly.
The idiot must have immediately realized his comment wasn't gaining him the Gryffindor's coveted favor because before Brian could even turn to tell the arse to shut up he was sputtering out an explanation. “I just meant to say...you know because you're so popular.”
Her returning smile at his cover up, clearly assuaged the 6th years feelings on his blunder. Only reaffirming the power the tiny woman held.
Pretty soon a small conversation formed between the group and the Gryffindor. Brian even prided himself on making her laugh once. Feeling a bit more comfortable Brian decided to take it a step further, “Hermione I was wondering would you like to go to Hogs....”
“Move it Naut!” Goyle's stood directly in front of them holding three thick books in one massive grip. The 6'4 frame was unwavering as Goyle's narrowed gaze stared him down.
“Did you want to go over your homework again Goyle?” Hermione asked softly.
“Yeah.” Turning his head back to Brian, “I aint gonna repeat myself Naut.”
Knowing he was outmatched Naut reluctantly gave up his spot. The only consolation was the apologetic smile from Hermione as he turned away. As he turned away he glanced back at the pitch, and noticed something alarming.
Calmly floating on his broom as players raced all around Draco Malfoy stared directly at him. The chilling silver gaze told Brian all he needed to know.
Stay away from Hermione Granger.
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At the end of the week Hermione found herself waiting for her other classmates to gather for her DADA class, that was being held outside. Sitting on an overgrown stump in the clearing next to Hagrid's shack she could leisurely watch students coming down the pathways from the castle.
It was amazing how much more energy she had since she lightened her class load, although she would never admit as much to Draco. Just the thought of his arrogant smile was enough to make her bite her tongue.
After waiving for Ginny to join her, both girls sat talking while more and more students showed up. As usual her DADA class seemed to be mostly comprised of Slytherins and Gryffindors with only a minute sprinkle of Ravenclaws. Personally she felt it was just plain bad judgment on the faculty's part for assigning two headstrong houses in a DADA class together.
“So Hermione I heard you got to talk to Brian Naut the other day?” Ginny's smile was devilish as always when it came to boys. Every expression carried a calculating gleam when she discussed her favorite topic.
If she was being honest with herself Hermione learned pretty much everything she knew about the male species from the lustful 6th year.
“Well yes but to tell you the truth it wasn't much of a conversation, Goyle interrupted.”
“Oh damn that Slytherin.” Ginny turned to frown at the familiar Slytherin male group standing near the trees. Following her line of sight she could see Crabbe and Goyle off to the side talking with another Slytherin while Zabini and Draco conversed to their right. Looking directly over Zabini's shoulder Draco's cold eyes meet Ginny's.
“Stupid ferret, I hope he can read lips.” Ginny turned back to the older girl, “He has no right to keep you away from eligible candidates.”
“Candidates?” Hermione's eyes brows furrowed, before she reprocessed her friends words. “Ginny I can assure you Draco has little concern over what guys I might consider “candidates” besides as I told you already we are...”
“yeah yeah I know I know just friends,” Ginny shrugged dismissively before popping out a nail file from her bag.
“Ginny!” Frustrated at Ginny's obvious lack of faith in her.
“But let me tell you this,” the red head leaned over and whispered in Hermione's ear. “Even you don't believe that anymore and I am going to make sure you realize that one way or another.” Leaning back she gave her a wink before bursting out in a loud giggle. “Oh my goodness Hermione you are so right Brian is hot.”
Ginny's raised voice seemed to hit at a time where there was a lull in the noise level that her statement stood out like a soar thumb. A couple of giggles from girls across the clearing only added to the mortified blush Hermione was sporting.
“Ginny I am going to kill...”
“Killing. The act of taking a life” deep baritone notes made each girl freeze momentarily before slowly turning to the warlock's voice. His hair was hanging wildly around his shoulders and face while his robes were tucked behind the arms that were thrust into the pockets of the black slacks. A very casual stance for a very lethal gaze.
Giving off a fake laugh Ginny tried to continue as if she didn't sense his mood. “Malfoy I didn't even see...”
“The act of killing can be performed in numerous ways.” Draco continued as if he didn't hear her. Ginny's face faltered a little at the obvious mood she provoked.
This had gone far enough.
Standing up Hermione, meet his stormy gaze. “Draco, that's enough.” By this time he was purposefully using his full height to tower over her.
“Your right Princess it is enough.”
At this point she could feel her anger rising. “And what is that supposed to mean?!”
“Just that you and I are going to have a serious discussion tonight.” The tone in which he said his command nearly sent her into a spiral of anger. How dare he assume that he could just boss her around.
Taking a deep breath she smiled before stepping back, seeing his eyes narrow made her smile all the larger. “Well Draco I must say you seem so positive that you will even be able to have this conversation tonight.”
The meaning was lost on Ginny and any of the other students straining to hear the spectacle they have become, but it wasn't lost on the warlock. Like a storm rolling in she watched in hidden amazement as his eyes darkened in anger. Turning away before he could say anything she walked away.
“Dammit Herm...” The low pitch snarl was cut off by the sharp clap of the Mr. Plympton's hand.
“Class in session.” Quickly every student rushed around the professor awaiting instruction while covertly whispering about the scene between the two students.
A warm hand on her shoulder forced her out of her angered thoughts, looking up she was greeted by Harry's bright green gaze.“Is everything ok Hermione?”
“Yeah I am fine,” smiling she focused back on the professor refusing to let Draco distract her even more.
Draco was livid. Not only was she sitting there talking about her attraction to that fuck Naut now she had the gall to let Potter all over her. Draco didn't miss the smirk the piece of shit was throwing him over her head when she wasn't looking.
Potter was playing with fire. The fuck seemed to think this was some sort of game. The sheer willpower it took to resist from ripping him apart was making Draco's hands shake.
Fortunately for Potter class ended without the two of them being paired for a duel. Grabbing his stuff Draco watched as Hermione hurried off with Ginny and some other Gryffindor girls towards the castle. He knew she was rushing away from to avoid him and that fact did little to help his mood. He could easily catch up to her and drag her away from her friends, however Draco didn’t want to make his impending conversation even more difficult.
With his hands deep in his trouser pockets while his dark robes billowed behind him as he walked up the stone path up the hill to the school, Draco contemplated in tonight’s confrontation.
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