Great Hall
7:23 am
Fourth day of school
Thursday

'Pansy,' Draco whispered to Pansy, who was sitting next to him.

'What?' She asked harshly because she doesn't like to be disturbed while she eats.

'So do you want to hang out tonight? Since last night we were so rudely interrupted with the whole bath-tub thing...'

Pansy swallowed her food and looked at him, 'fine. but tonight we're in my room, got it?'

The blonde looked at her with a smirk, 'got it.'

pansy went back to eating and Draco turned to his other side, where Blaise was sitting. And he noticed something... strange.

Is Blaise Zabini staring at... Weasley? Not just any Weasley. The girl, Ginny.

Draco roughly hit his friend's shoulder, 'are you ill?'

Blaise, who shook his head out of his daze replied, 'no... why?'

Malfoy nodded his head towards the redhead but didn't say anything.

'hmm...' Blaise didn't know what to say, or how to reply.

'You can't stare at the enemy like that.' Draco told him calmly, 'in fact, you cant stare at anybody. you can only stare at me.'

'Shove off, Malfoy,' Blaise replied playfully with a nudge of his shoulder.

'Aww, does someone have a crush?'

'Aww does someone want me to punch them?'

That made Malfoy laugh but he didn't say anything else.

-

'Sooo,' Ginny started to say. She didn't know how to start talking to Hermione. 'How's the prefect thing going?'

'Hm? Oh, it's good, we had a couple meetings and stuff.' Hermione replied. She didn't want her excitement to get in the way of Ginny talking to her, so she kept it to herself.

'And the whole dorm room change? It doesn't bother you?' Ginny asked; she was just trying to make conversation.

'Well, I like it a lot. Even though sometimes it gets lonely. But I'm too busy with school and such to worry about that.'

Ginny nodded her head in an understanding manner. She decided to let her anger towards Hermione subside. Her friend needed her.

-

That night
11:34 pm

Draco snuck around easily before during the nighttime in Hogwarts, so why should tonight be any different?
He was heading to the prefect's common room area to get to Pansy's bedroom. To you know... hang.

Well anyway, when he got to the common room, which was huge by the way, even if it's only for four people, he remembered Pansy saying that her room was on the right side. Bummer, there were two doors on the right wall. So Draco, using his intuition, walked to the nearest door, into the one nearest to him, and quietly opened the door.
It was dark inside, but he saw the shape of a girl in the bed, sleeping.
'Pansy,' he whispered, 'I'm here.' He closed the door behind him and hopped on the bed, putting an arm around the sleeping beauty.
'Wake up!' He whisper-shouted.

-

Hermione was in a light sleep. For she was pretty sure she felt something wrap around her body.
'What was that noise? Is that whispering?' She thought to herself. 'Why does this feel so... familiar?'
She opened her eyes a little. There was nothing in front of her, but she felt the heat of something come from behind her. Not something, someone.
She turned around quickly, and let her eyes adjust to the person next to her.

'It's about time you woke up, Pansy,' Hermione heard a recognizable voice say.

'Pansy??? Who the heck- wait is that a boy?' Hermione asked herself. She couldn't see very well in the lack of light.
Before she could say anything, the body released itself from Hermione's.
but then she heard a different noise... is that a belt unbuckling?
She was in panic mode. She grabbed her wand from her nightstand, 'Lumos!' She yelled.

'Ah! Are you trying to blind me- Granger?'
Hermione saw her victim. It was none other than... Draco Malfoy. How convenient.

'What are you doing in here? Are you insane?' She practically yelled, which made the blonde stumble off of her bed.

'Uhh wrong room?' He simply said.
Hermione pointed her wand towards him. He had no shirt on, instead, his bare skin showed a six pack.
His belt was still on, but was unbuckled and hanging on the loops.

'Get out, would you?' She asked impatiently, 'I need my beauty sleep, which you clearly interrupted.

'I don't think beauty sleep will help that face. You need a beauty coma,' he thought to himself but held it in.
'Right.' Was all he answered. as one of her arms was trying to blind him with the light of her wand, he saw her covering her body with the blanket with the other, but she didn't do a very good job at it, for he got a good glimpse of her silk nightgown. 'cute PJs, by the way.'

'Malfoy, I swear to Merlin if you don't get out, I will personally cut of your-'

'Alright, enough said.' Draco left as quickly as he could, he didn't want to push her buttons because, the kiss up that she is, would snitch on him faster than it would take Crabbe and Goyle to eat a fruitcake. And that's pretty fuckin' fast.

At this point, Draco didn't even want to chill with Pansy for the night, for some reason, he wasn't in the mood.
So he ignored the second door that was on the right wall and left.

-

The next morning
Friday (first tutor session)
Great hall
7:18 am

Draco was just eating his food peacefully when

-slap-

Pansy Parkinson slapped him in front of the few Slytherins sitting at the table near them. Ohhh was she a goner.

'What the fuck pansy!' Draco shouted and got up from his seat. To be honest, it didn't even hurt. But to slap him in front of all these people? That's the fricken end of you.

'We need to have a talk. Now!' She yelled, as she turned her back and headed for the doors.

'I think she wants you to follow her,' Blaise whispered to his friend.

'No shit Sherlock.' He replied angrily and stormed after the girl.

Meanwhile...

'I have to tell you the craziest thing that happened last night.' Hermione was about to tell Ginny what happened with Malfoy the night before (you know, when he was sneaking into her room and mistaken to her for pansy) as they were descending the stairs and headed for the Great Hall.
Hermione realized the other day that Ginny didn't want to stay mad at her, so she's trying to bring their friendship back.

'What?' The redhead asked.

As Hermione was telling Ginny of what happened the other night when Malfoy barged into her room, thinking it was Pansy's, those very two Slytherins were talking...

A couple halls beyond the Great Hall, Pansy urged to slap Malfoy again.

'What were you thinking?' She questioned him.

'You have to elaborate on that. I have no idea what you mean.' He replied coolly.

'What I mean is that you can't just ask me to "hang out" then not show up, Draco!' She told him.

But he wasn't listening, for there were two witches descending the nearby staircase. Pansy looked at where he was looking.
Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley.

'Ugh,' Pansy started to say, 'she's always interfering.'

Draco understood what she meant. Granger seemed to be conflicted in anything Draco-Pansy. It was like... an annoying fate.

-

As Hermione was talking, Ginny interrupted, 'uhh, Hermione? Don't make it obvious when you look, but Malfoy and Parkinson are right there- I SAID DON'T MAKE IT OBVIOUS!'

Hermione cocked her head to the side so far that she could've fallen on her face. Thank Merlin she didn't.
'Ugh whatever,' Ginny heard her friend say, 'let's just go.'

Hermione walked as fast as she could to avoid the Slytherin's stares. But then, 'Granger!' She heard Malfoy call out. She turned around to his way to face him. 'Today at five. Meet me in the library.'

'To meet him in the library? Why would I do that?' Hermione asked herself but was answered when he said,

'You know... for the tutoring thing?'

She nodded her head and left to the Great Hall with Ginny right behind her.

As soon as she was gone, Pansy hit Malfoys chest to get his attention.

'Ow!' He said turning back to her, 'what's the deal with you and hitting me?'

'The "deal" is that your willing to be around mudbloods like her, but not around girls like me.'

'Whatever, Pansy.' He said as he turned around and left for his dorm.

-

5:01 pm
Library

Who woulda thought that the brightest witch of our age was capable of being late?
Certainly, Draco Malfoy didn't.
He was waiting by the entrance of the library, not wanting to step foot in the house of books without the need by his side.
He glanced in.
'Maybe she's already in there?' He thought to himself.
When he turned back, he saw, down the corridor, a bushy-haired witch running his way.
'It's about time, Granger. Was starting to think that you were gonna bail on me.'

'Why- *gasp*- would you- *sigh*- think that?' She asked as she came to a stop near him.

'Whatever. Let's go,' he commanded her and was pleased when she obediently followed.

-

hermione granger was nervous. for what, you may ask? she didn't know herself if we're being completely honest. but let's face it, she's going to have to start tutoring Malfoy for the rest of the year. what fun. but she didn't trust this kid; never did, and probably never will.

As she was following him to - hopefully, the back of the library, where they would be unseen- she spotted them.

'Malfoy, we can't tutor here.'

he turned around with a pissed look on his face, 'and why would that be?'

she didn't answer, instead, she looked at the red-head and blonde, snogging in the corner.

he followed her eyes and spotted them as well. 'well- why, this is quite interesting... the mudblood is jealous of the sickening sight of the weasel and the petty blonde-'

'I'm not jealous!' she almost yelled.

Draco Malfoy wasn't dumb. 'Of course you're not,' he simply said, 'so I guess you wouldn't mind if we go to them and-'

'No need for that, really!' Hermione told him as she circled him to block his path of going anywhere near the couple. 'In fact, we don't even have to do the tutoring thing here.'

'where do you suppose we do it then? hmm? on the roof of Hagrid's hut?' he asked sarcastically.

'What? No nothing like that. I was thinking somewhere... more private?' she said, looking up to face him.

he had a really bad feeling about this but chose to ignore his intuition. 'very well then,' he told her, 'lead the way.'

-

hermione opened the prefect's door common room, 'here we are,.' she said with fake excitement. 'we're gonna go to my dorm room-you already know where it is since you... you know.' 

'very funny granger. hilarious, even. Ha ha... ha'

'well Malfoy, I didn't think you had such a great sense of humor.'

'... I don't.' he said glumly.

Walking into her room for the second time let Draco look at his surroundings more. the night before, when he snuck in here, he didn't really have a good glimpse of anything. it was dark in the room and he was in it for a couple minutes. he saw a huge bed in front of him, a desk to his left and-

'a mini-fridge? you guys have a mini fridge?' he exclaimed, running to the prized possession and opening it.

'no don't touch it-' she complained but was cut off when he found the-

'WHIPPED CREAM?!' He was so excited. He hadn't had this deliciousness since he was a child. he popped off the lid and squirted a good amount into his mouth. 'Mmmm. best. day. ever,' he said sarcastically. he laid down on the bed and surged more goodness into his mouth, but quickly recoiled when his head hit something under him. 'What the- what the fuck is this?' He asked her, holding up the victim. it was a complex looking piece of tin and glass but before he could examine it more, Hermione snatched it away and quickly said:

'That, Malfoy, would be my cell phone.'

When she saw that he had no idea what she was saying, she sighed and explained, ' it's the way I can communicate with my family. the muggle way.'

he nodded his head in understandment, then continued to down the whipped cream.

'wow,' Hermione said with her arms crossed, 'I didn't know you were into muggle food.'

he looked up at her, 'muggle food?'

'well yeah,' she shrugged.

he got up, 'what makes you think that this is made by muggles?' he asked, walking towards her.

'well.. wh- what makes you think it wasn't?' she asked, with slight anxiety.

'this,' Draco told her, holding up the bottle to her face, 'was made by none other than Theodor Whipped, the wizard who created and founded whipped cream.'

'Ugh, whatever,' she sighed.

'you know,' Draco started to tell her with his mouth half full with another round of cream, 'you're actually, under all those layers of annoyingness-,'

'annoyingness isn't a word,-' Hermione quickly told him.

'you're actually a pretty good person.' he simply said.

'umm, thanks?'

'in fact,' he said getting up, and placing the whipped cream on top of the fridge, 'i think you're too good of a person, you know?'

'no not really,' Hermione said, getting slightly nervous.

'its as if you were... stainless.' he told her mockingly. 

'what?' Hermione was really confused but she had a feeling that she knew where this was going.

'I mean, have you ever even kissed a guy?' he teased her, stepping closer.

'wh-why do you care?' she stammered. he seemed to be having an effect on her just then- she was close to being speechless.

'I don't,' he said in a hard way, 'just curious.' he was still walking towards her, with slow and even steps.

but soon his regulated stride would make Hermione, once again, back up into a wall.

he lazily put an arm next to her face, relaxing on the wall, 'i bet-,' he started with a pesky grin.
all Hermione could do was stare at him as he finished his sentence there it is, she thought to herself my voice is officially gone.

'-you wish you were in that bathtub and not Pansy.' he finished, whispering the remainder of what he had to say in her ear, with a sneer.

you crossed the line, Draco Malfoy

'shove off,' she pushed him harshly, but he barely moved, so instead of him getting out of her way, she maneuvered herself from his aura. 'you know, Malfoy, your teasing is getting quite old. you keep on using the same shit over and over again.'

'Ooo she curses now? you ought to watch that mouth granger or-'

'or what?' she challenged.

he stepped closer to her once again but not in the seductive way as before, 'ill tell everyone how you tried to kiss me just now, which I know you want to.'

'first of all, Malfoy,' she said his name with disgust, 'i think we both know that I never tried anything on you. secondly, I will not let you tell me what to do, I'm not your pet. and thirdly, I do not wish to ever speak of the bathtub situation ever again, especially with you. understood?'

he gruffed in response. He didn't like when others thought they had control over him but before he could say anything, the brunette quickly said:

'very well then, let's get to tutoring.' she chirped.

'very well then let's get tutoring,' he mimicked quickly.

'your like that annoying little brother I never had.'

Authors note:

thank you so much for reading! don't forget to leave a comment and star this chapter!

also: I totally made up the name Theodor Whipped for the whipped cream thing. creds to the actual founder, whoever you are.