12. Chapter 12: Draco

Hi! I did say I would update in a week, but I think it's slightly past a week now... dunno. Schoolwork is melting my brain. -Brain fizzles and squeaks-

Anyway, don't worry if I go for like two weeks without updating, I might just be busy or stuck with ideas. I don't plan to cut this story off, it's my most successful one so far and the one I have the most ideas for (the stories that I haven't finished, and couldn't finish because of permanent writer's block, have been deleted). So don't give up on me if there's no author alerts from me for a fortnight.

And onto...

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10 Ways to Kill Draco Malfoy

Chapter 12

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DRACO

Granger is really pushing it.

I am going to teach her a lesson, one that she won't forget anytime soon.

Hahaha. Ha. Ha.

These are the thoughts in my head as I trudge down a corridor, dripping wet with lake water. I shiver slightly as I push past the Slytherin common room entrance, brushing strands of hair from my face. Thankfully I haven't sneezed yet, and it doesn't feel as if I will anytime soon. If I get a cold then I am going to complain to Dumbledore about abuse.

Of course, I will skip the part about me pushing her in first.

Still... it was embarassing getting beaten by the bookworm. I can't believe I let her have the last laugh. I felt like an idiot all the way as I stumbled back to the common room from the lake. And the giant squid had fucking ignored me, which wasn't fair since it had helped the Mudblood when she fell into the water.

When I reach the comfort of the roaring fire in the common room, I sigh in relief and flop down into a serpent-skin armchair, clawing at my hair to try and get rid of the assorted plants and bugs that had found their way there. When my hair feels relatively smooth and bug-free again - as well as back to being white-blonde rather than green-tinged - I lean back into my chair and close my eyes, enjoying the comforting heat of the fire.

"OHMYGOD! Draco-poo! Are you OK?"

I groan inwardly. Her again. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Pansy attempts to give me a hug, but wrinkles her nose in distaste as I drip all over her robes. "Urgh! The water's cold. Where have you been? Remember, before you go swimming you have to take your clothes off."

I roll my eyes. "Who do you think I am, Pansy? I know that better than you do." I reconsider. "Wait, maybe not. You'd take your clothes off in a flash if you felt like it."

She pouts. "I can take my clothes off for you, darling!"

"Please, don't," I say as I lower my head and shake it like a dog, not taking her seriously. But when I look back up, I shout in surprise as a naked Pansy confronts my eyes. "Oh God! Put them on, put your clothes back on!"

"Why?" she asks stupidly, sauntering over closer. "Doesn't Draco-darling like it?"

"I like it, but not right now," I say. Pansy looks happy at the comment and finally clothes herself again. "Phew. Don't do that. You never know who might walk in through the door, and if they tell the school, my reputation is ruined."

"OK. Whatever you say, Draco." She sits down on my lap, uninvited. I scowl at her. "Would you like-"

"No thanks, Pansy. I'll get cleaned up myself." I don't really want to know what she was going to offer.

"Well, alright."

"Get off my lap." I push her away roughly and stand up, grimacing as I glance at the puddle of cold water left in the seat. "Never mind - the house elves will clean it up." I hurry up into my dormitory and grab a black t-shirt that says 'DEATH' on the front, boxers and a pair of blue jeans. I would have to go to the Prefects bathroom to take a bath and change. Right now, however, I would have to walk there in my wet clothes. Oh well. Soon I would be dry - and warm - again.

When I am in front of the bathroom entrance I peel off my soaked shirt and throw it in the basket for dirty clothes. "Ahhh. That soggy shirt nearly gave me hypothermia." I glance into the room with the huge bath, and, satisfied that no-one is there, strip down to my shorts and dive into the warm water. I am surprised that there is already a load of bubbles, but think nothing of it.

Until a voice calls out. "Um, who's there?"

I peer around for the source of the voice. "It's Draco Malfoy."

There is a sharp intake of breath, and then someone splashes in the corner opposite me, obviously trying to get out. There's only one person who would react to me like this. "Granger?"

The splashing stops. "No. It's Lavender Brown."

"She's not a Prefect."

"Damn!" A string of curses follow. I try not to smirk as I wade silently towards her. "Um, Pansy Parkinson then."

"Pansy would have jumped on me ages ago," I remark dryly. "Actually, she would have jumped on almost any guy taking a bath. In any case, I know you're Hermione Granger. So stop pretending." I have covered 2/3 of the pool now, and with one powerful kick I go under the surface, and then come up right in front of her. She is scowling, but that doesn't make her look any less pretty. I grin. Beautiful face, great body, plus a personality to boot. Granger definitely isn't shallow, that's for sure. The only unfortunate thing is, she's wearing a swimming suit right now.

"OK, now you know who I am." She steps towards me. "Now get lost!" With one hand, she tries to push me under.

I grab her wrist and pull it towards me. "Oh no, you don't. You're not drowning me again."

"Argh! Why won't you die? You're harder to kill than a flea," she says, her face glaring at me from only a few inches away.

"I guess I should be honored you think that way," I say sarcastically, but my eyes widen as she kicks me in the crotch. "Oh, fuck! That hurt!"

She looks grimly satisfied. "Good. It was meant to."

"And now you know what I'm going to do to you for revenge, right?" I smirk and swim after her.

"W-what?" Granger tries to hide it but I can hear a bit of fear and anticipation in her voice. She paddles away quickly, but I am faster. With one fluid motion, I trap her into a corner and pin her against the wall of the bath. The mermaid in the painting giggles at the show. Angry and a bit scared as she is, Granger casts a dirty look at the mermaid, who glares back and, sniffing regally, turns away. "Now, Malfoy. Let me go!"

"Ah, don't hurry me, Granger. I like to take my time."

"So I've noticed," she mutters. "You're pretty slow when it comes to brain power, too."

I tut. "Don't insult me further, Granger, or you might find your punishment bigger than it is."

Granger snorts. "I've decided that this is some kind of nightmare, so you can't hurt me. I will pinch myself and then I will be awake, lying on the grass beside the lake." She lifts her chin defiantly. "So go ahead, do whatever you can."

"Do what I can? Famous last words," I sneer. Though what I have in mind for her won't exactly kill her, unless she decides to suicide from shame or we both die from asphyxiation.

Before she can say anything snappy in reply, I lean in swiftly and kiss her on the lips, slipping my hands around her. Steam rises around us, curling in tendrils and keeping the cold air away. The bubbles brush against our skin and pops on contact. Her eyes are wide, even wider, if possible, than last time when Crabbe and Goyle pushed her into me. Her lips are warm, but sadly, firmly shut. Aw. I'd always wondered how good she would be at frenching.

Granger pulls back after a few seconds, looking livid. "What was that about?" she screeches angrily. She wipes her mouth. "I feel like I've been contaminated with a disease or something."

I smirk. "Don't lie. I could tell you liked it."

"Did not!"

"I know you did.

"I didn't!"

"Quit lying."

She scowls again, wet hair plastered to her forehead. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy," she whispers, staring up at me.

"I know."

And then I kiss her again. This time, she kisses me back. She pauses after a few seconds, lifting her lips from mine. I can hear her chant under her breath, "This is just a dream. This is just a dream. This is just a dream. Draco Malfoy here is not real. This kiss isn't real. Therefore you are not actually kissing Malfoy. You are not betraying your house by kissing a Slytherin. Anyway, it's OK to have dreams about this. You are not a weirdo with a dirty mind. You are..." before she grabs me and kisses me again.

I might not know much about her, but I can tell you this: Hermione Granger is an excellent kisser.

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A kiss... :D A proper one, at that. It may be a bit sudden, but don't worry, they're not in love just yet. All will be explained in the next POV of Hermione's. Until then, I hope you enjoyed this.

I'm sorry if you would have liked Hermione to make the first move, but in my mind, I don't think she's that kind of person. She's too shy. Draco is more 'courageous', you might say.

Chapter 13 will be up shortly! It's already written - I actually wrote it before this one. O.o