Mudblood Prude by WritingInTheDarkness
Something about this night sent chills down her spine. The dungeons held no place for children. The stark, dark grotesque setting truly belonged to Slytherin. And although Gryffindor were known for their courage, it did not mean that when you enter dangerous grounds, it could be taken lightly.
Hermione looked down at her watch and breathed a sigh of relief, ten more minutes till patrolling was over and she could finally return to her warm and friendly common room.
'Stupid Ron for bailing on me,' she muttered to herself. Since it was a Thursday, normally Ron and she would be patrolling, but the prat forgot to do his Transfiguration assignment that was a big part of their marks. He had apologized and swore that he would get better with his homework. Harry had just snorted earning him a glare from Ron.
Hermione just sighed and left, and here she was, two hours and a half later in the part she detested the most in the castle.
Aside from righting the wrong and getting into meetings to discuss S.P.E.W, to those interested, with her fellow Prefects, she despised patrolling the dungeons. A lot of people knew that, for she had tried various times asking others to switch spots with her, but like her they also had a fear of the evil lurking down here.
She shuddered and moved closer to the Portrait door that led to the Slytherin common room. Clearing her throat, and swallowing the large lump in her throat, she whispered. 'Wealth.' Ignoring the look of contempt from Salazar Slytherin.
'Stupid password wealth,' she said snorting. Walking in slowly, she saw that the room wasn't empty.
Draco Malfoy sat in of the two green upholstered chairs, looking directly at her, clad in only a silver and green robe.
'Don't people wear clothes around here,' she muttered to herself.
'Hello, Granger. A pleasure seeing you here tonight,' he drawled, looking her up and down
'Can't say the same, of course,' she said. Looking down at herself, she had to admit she wasn't a pretty sight wearing a blouse and skirt with her Mary Jane's, and wand, she neglected to put on her robe, tie and socks. Her hair was down, in a bundle of wavy tresses.
Then she caught herself. Did Malfoy just paid her a compliment? Her, the mudblood he made fun of for five and a half years. Studying his slow-forming smile, she had to say yes, he did. But why?
'Malfoy, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in bed,' she stated, sweeping a glance across the room for other cunning Slytherin's out of bed.
'Oh, really? I should just go off to bed like a good boy, huh?' he said, still with that smile on his face.
'Yes, be a good little boy and go off to bed before Mother dearest runs and tells the Headmaster,' she mocked, taking great satisfaction on seeing his smile disappear.
'Oy, Granger, I had no idea you liked role-playing,' getting up, he started towards her. With her back against the portrait door, she had nowhere to go and that evil glint in his eyes was starting to spook her. She clutched her wand in case.
For one, Malfoy was clearly flirting with her and two, she actually liked it. Mentally shaking her head, How could she like it when it was coming from him? It was obscene. Seeing Malfoy move closer in that robe, it was yummy.
Malfoy having stopped a few feet away looked like an angel. The fire roaring in the fireplace lighted up his white-blond hair and silver-blue eyes. He looked mystical, enchanted, real.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she said. 'Malfoy, please go to bed. I don't have time to play your games.'
With his hands in the pockets of his robes, he shrugged and clicked his tongue, and with a smile that could only he sexy, he said. 'But I love playing games. We Slythering love them.'
Okay, was it her, or did the heat suddenly turn up in here? This was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. He didn't like her, he just liked playing games like he said.
Unconsciously licking her lips and crossing her arms over her chest, showing a nice view of her lace bra. She could've sworn she saw his eyes narrowed.
'Go to bed now, or you'll regret it,' she demanded, not taking kindly to the answering grin on his face.
'Merlin, I love it when your feisty,' he murmured.
'Was that before or after you called me a mudblood?' Hermione was tired of this. Sod it, she was going to bed with all intents and purposes in the morning of telling Mcgonagall that she hadn't seen anyone while patrolling.
Opening the portrait door, she stepped out before being pulled back in. The sound of the door being shut roughly echoed in the common room.
'You know, Sir, I'm trying to sleep here,' the voice of Salazar said, disgruntled.
'Sorry, ol' chap,' Malfoy muttered. Salazar moved back to the other side and the faint sound of snoring could be heard.
'Malfoy, let me leave, I have better things to do then be here with you. And so do you, you have to wash your hands of my mudblood germs,' she said lamely, too tired to come up with a better insult.
Malfoy chuckled and shrugged. 'I'll wash later. But right now I want to know when you started becoming a mudblood prude.'
Hermione gaped at him. 'Excuse me?' she said looking like a fish. A prude, her?
'Don't look so surprised. You didn't know? When was the last time you snogged a boy?' he asked, curiously.
A faint blush appeared. The last time she snogged a boy was never. Never once had she kissed a boy (only Harry and Ron, but that was on the cheek,so that didn't count.)
'So, why do you care if I haven't snogged many a boy,' she snapped, annoyed that Malfoy was getting her flustered.
'Granger, you haven't snogged anyone, ever. Don't act like a slut and say you do,' Malfoy replied, making her blush more pronounced.
Hermione didn't know what to say. She wasn't a slut, so did that really make her a prude? Was she really that plain-looking that no boy would kiss her? Even Ron, the boy she thought herself in love for four years, hadn't felt anything for her, and although she was crushed at first, she slowly realized that Ron would've made a horrible boyfriend.
He was whiny and disgusting and downright insensitive of her feelings and wants. But now she didn't have to worry, for they were still friends, and nothing could change that.
'Speechless, really? I thought I'd never see the day,' Malfoy smiled arrogantly.
'Sod off, Malfoy.' she spat out, moving away from his body. Not that it repulsed her, but being so close send a rush of adrenaline through her body, making her feel light-headed and giddy.
'And what will you do, if I don't?' he asked. His face moved closer until a few inches from her own. She looked up and was lost. The swirl of emotions shown in those silvery- blue eyes, what was it that made his eyes so expressive, was it the gray clouds or the color of the skies in the morning that made everything come together and create something so utterly unique.
Blinking slightly from her entranced state, she sucked in a deep breath. She could feel his breath on her face, her blood rushing to her head and her heart going a mile a minute was all she could hear.
'Malfoy,' she whispered.
His eyes widened then closed again. She never saw them open again for he had swooped down and placed the lightest of kisses on her parted lips.
Hermione thought her mind was going to scream her deaf and her heart bursting from the sheer joy of experimenting the most tenderest kiss. But opening her eyes, she was faced with Malfoy. A boy she had no reason kissing, little own being in the presence's of.
Panic quickly took hold, and with that she pushed Malfoy off her. Running through the portrait hole she was met with silence, for the sound of her sobs were all she heard.
A/N: Do you like it, or not? Tell me, this won't be a very long fic. Just tell me if you want another chapter or not.