What do I do with the schedule now? You can give it to me at dinner tonight. Yes. Just give that damn piece of paper. There will be a lot of people in the hall, he won 't dare do anything.
Hermione 's entire dinner touched the snake table. Suddenly, the idea of approaching Draco at the whole school seemed terribly humiliating. Why is she, the head of the school, having to run after some boy? I 'll have to, I 'll take it myself. That thought gave her confidence. Malfoy is not someone I wanted to think about right now. Ron 's coming tomorrow. What could be more important?
On her way to her room, the girl decided to look into the library. Mrs. Pines promised to put off some right books. Quickly putting them in her bag, Hermione strolled along the shelves with the books. As a sudden, she knocked her shoulder about a student emerging from nowhere.
- Auch, - her bag flew aside. Malfoy walked by without paying attention to a girl who barely kept from falling. After picking up the bag, the girl threw herself behind him. I need to give you a new schedule.
"You can mess it up, Granger," he said, without slapping a step.
- Listen here, - the girl stood in front of it, preventing to pass - this schedule - personal order of the school director. And it is my responsibility to convey them to the heads of faculties. So be kind, take it and don 't waste my time.
"You 're wasting my time, dirty-blooded.
"In so many years, I could think of something new.
- Dirty blood, scum, idiot, bum, library dust... Draco was folding his fingers.
"No, thank you. It was terribly cognitive. Apparently, alcohol is good for you, - Hermione looked at the guy full of abomination.
"You can 't teach me, sheep.
"Oh, come on.
"I would have gone if you had finally taken your written ass out of my way.
"Take this schedule, and I will never approach you again in my life.
"I won 't take anything out of your hands. I 'll get infected with something else, and he looked at her with disgust. The hair was collected by a small clip, on it the usual school uniform, as expected, no jewelry. The top buttons of the shirt were open. The girl 's performing clavicles opened to Malfoy. For a fraction of a second I wanted to touch their sharp corners. One hand of the girl clutched the leaf with all strength, the second hung in the air. Lips folded into a thin line, eyes burning with anger. Cheeks were burning with rage, you seemed to touch them, burn them at least.
That was the last drop. The girl washed the paper and threw Malfoy in the face.
"You 're just pathetic!" she turned around and took a step, but Malfoy grabbed her elbow and turned her back.
"You 're gonna eat that paper off the floor right now, !" he didn 't know what to do next. Put it aside, break it, or... You 're gonna regret it, Granger. Merlin, what is this? This question arose in both heads, not letting to relax, but also letting to stop. Like that time, Hermione did not respond to the kiss, and Draco tried by force to spread her lips. Everything 's frozen. Books, cabinets, tables and the library itself just dissolved. There was nothing left in the world but two people who were drowning in their own contradictions. What desire to give in? Push each other away, yell and run off your mink? Or give in? Succumb to an inexplicable feeling, the desire to drown in another person.
Hermione closed her eyes. For a fraction of a second, she relaxed and let her desires take over. But only for a moment. Malfoy noticed it, too. But next he was waiting for an unexpected turn.
"Why did you bite me?" Malfoy pinned his hand to his lips, checking if there was blood coming.
"What 's wrong with you?" Why are you doing this? Hermione took a few steps back. She looked at the guy with real disgrace.
"Calm down, hysterical. I didn 't even like it - he laughed purposefully. - Even a kiss with Goyl would cause me more feelings.
"So kiss Goyle, what are you doing to me?" Don 't you dare touch me anymore, you vile creature! - the girl jumped out of the library, forgetting the skewed schedule that remained to lie under Malfoy 's feet.
And Draco? He laughed. More like yourself. I wanted to turn around and hit my head on the closet. And also, and also. Until that fool leaps out of his head. Instead, he tipped over a small table and hastened to leave the room.