ok i was avoiding it but song fics are perfect and so is the song and its so fitting (i'll probably do promiscuous girl by nelly furtado too!)
"Granger," Draco drawled sliding into the seat next to her. Hermione looked up, seeing the prissy blond next to her at her potions desk.
With a heavy sigh, she turned away.
"Aw, are we not friends, little mudblood?"
Don't do it 'Mione, don't do it, she thought. Her fists were clenched so tightly, she feared blood may be drawn.
As the classroom filled up, Professor Slughorn was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, wispy, blue image of a toad hopped into the room, stopping on Slughorn's desk. It opened its mouth, saying in Slughorn's voice, "I have a rather serious predicament with a first year and a pixie- Sorry, said too much there, eh? Please take the period to yourselves to study. Stay in your seats!"
The toad disappeared, leaving the room of cheering students.
Before Hermione could have a chance to think, Blaise was coming over to their table and Malfoy had perched himself on the desk, swinging his feet back and forth.
"Why are you sitting here, mate?" Blaise inquired, peering conscientiously at Hermione.
"Why, Granger here and I are friends, of course!" he lied, laying a hand on her shoulder.
"It's what he wants, Mione, don't take the fucking bait," her thoughts screamed at her. She was right, all he wanted was a reaction. But how could she not react to what was happening. She carefully packed up her belongings, opening up her current read to pass the time since she couldn't leave her seat.
"You two are friends?" Blaise asked in an unbelieving tone, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms.
"The best of," Malfoy drawled, rubbing his hand across her shoulder. "
Yeah, she wasn't sitting there for much longer.
(play the song abt here if you want)
"I'm not your friend," she growled, ripping his hand off of her shoulder. She stood quickly, knocking her chair loudly. "Or anything to you, damn it!"
Her movements attracted everyone's attention. They all had their eyes on her, as her twisted angrily. To the girls, it both scared them yet filled them with pride for their classmate. To the boys in the room, it terrified them yet made their brains click with attraction. Ginny was smirking to herself, Harry out of seat with a hidden smile in case anything escalated, and Ron was grinning like a madman for her.
"You think that you're the man," she drawled, standing up fully and getting chest to chest with his lean form. His face was a mixture of confusion, terror, and smugness. "I think therefore I am," she mocked.
Hermione turned to move across the room when he yelled out, "You're just jealous that I'm with Greengrass, Hermione!"
The class went slack-jawed, both at the prospect of Hermione being jealous of Malfoy and at the use of her first name.
"Stop," she growled, whipping back around. Her hair was thrown messily into a ponytail, bits hanging out around her face as an angry blush colored her cheeks. "What the hell are you talking about? Get my pretty name out of your mouth."
"Why so angry, Hermione, we're the same anyhow."
"We are not the same, with or without."
"You're just so angry that I'm not yours," Draco taunted, stalking closer. He was happy for the attention, and it filled him with smugness to see all eyes on them. "That I'm with somebody so," he took the moment to tug on a loose curl, "pure. At least she isn't a mudblood, eh?"
Harry and Ron were desperately trying to control Ginny,
"Don't talk about me like you might know how I feel. Top of the world," she snarled, leaning in toward his ear. "But your world isn't real. Your worlds an ideal."
She leaned back, beginning to walk backwards towards her friends. "So go and have fun, I really couldn't care less, and you can give her my best, but just know that you and I? Nothing. Nothing between us, friendship, allies, or whatever you wish to call it. And your temperament and disposition? Absolutely and completely nothing worth anybody's time. I should've hit more than that sharp little nose of yours that day."
Draco stopped in his tracks, watching her sit down by the group. They immediately started clapping her on the back, wide smiles splitting their faces as they gathered around her.
He huffed, stalking back to his seat. Blaise fought back an 'I told you so' look and gently slid into the seat next to him. "Coulda been worse."
"I don't get it."
"What, Draco?" Blaise prodded.
"How the fuck does that bushy-haired bitch always win at this?"
