Hi everyone!
I'm Jennyhale, and I'm the one translating this magnificent fic. The fic belongs to promethea, that's why it is being published in her account. English is not my native language, so some Betas are helping me: Twilight684, Sapphire Leo.
Chapter 1: Those little words
When the sixth Hogwarts year started every single student, teacher and wizard of the wizarding community felt frightened. The war could start at any time, destroying every positive thing they had.
When the sixth school year started, nobody would have guessed what was just about to happen. Draco Malfoy would have laughed very hard if someone had told him what was about to happen. But, of course, everything is possible in a world in which fate is ruled by gimmicky and ironic laws.
It is a fact that when you speak badly about someone that someone would be behind you, listening to everything you have to say. And even if the person you are speaking with tries to warn you, he or she will never be able to do it before it is too late, and you have said something that will surely start a catastrophe. That is something as inevitable as the tides of the sea, as certain as the fact that the tides rise and fall. It is a fact. With capital letters. It is something that always happens this way, even if you don't want it to be like that, even if you do everything within your power to avoid it.
It is also a fact that when you say something trivial and without thinking before speaking, the person that shouldn't have listened to what you said will be the one that was behind you. And even the most innocent and harmless comment can be as dangerous as a nuclear bomb, depending on who is listening.
That afternoon of the first week of the school year, when most students had not yet finished unpacking their trunks and getting used to the new school year, Draco-with Pansy hanging on his arm, Crabbe and Goyle beside him and Zabini and Nott behind him-found the golden trio.
Everything started with hostile glances full of mutual disdain, and nothing would have happened if Pansy had not made an unpleasant comment about Hermione's hair. The truth is that the problem wasn't the comment itself, the problem was that she decided to finish what she was saying with the word "Mudblood".
"The only one that has something dirty in it here is you, Parkinson," Ron snapped at her with malice. "Starting with your mouth. Although taking into account that you are hanging on his arm, I might start considering what other parts of your anatomy are also dirty."
What the redhead had said resembled the fire that is needed to light a very short fuse that is attached to a very large amount of dynamite. Suddenly, everything exploded around them.
There are times when an argument starts where everyone knows how it started but no one knows how it continued. The shouts and insults became blurred as people who weren't involved at the beginning got involved, making everything more difficult and chaotic. When a lot of people get involved in an argument of this type, the argument reaches a moment in which no one knows why they are shouting or arguing anymore, even if their life depends on knowing why. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that when adrenaline is running through our veins our ability to think logically is smaller. It's fascinating how the argument seems to have a mind of its own and its own dynamic.
There are times when you don't even know why you are arguing, times in which all that matters is to contradict the one you are arguing with, times in which all that matters is getting your own way, a time in which you only care about winning. When an argument becomes a matter of pride nobody wins. Basically, because everyone ends up not knowing why the hell they are arguing, you keep arguing just because you don't want to be the one ending the argument or because you don't know how to end it; and it is as the paradigm of the snake biting its tail.
The argument gets more and more worked up. People start shouting louder and louder, and the insults become more harmful than before. The tension increases, everyone is waiting to see who is the first that gets physical so that they can let their anger flow and start throwing punches and kicks everywhere.
But there and then, with all the danger alarms going crazy, Draco started arguing with Hermione about wizards and muggles.
"Seriously, Mudblood?" Draco shouted without realizing that suddenly a heavy silence had fallen around him. "Lets see if you can tell me one single thing that those filthy muggles without magic can do better than us! Just one thing! Any respectable wizard, even without magic, could do anything a muggle does! We would do it even better! We are superior! If you can't see it it's only because you're like an unpleasant thing stuck to the sole of a shoe! Besides, you are unable to see the magnificence of those that are superior to you! You're just a fucking muggleborn! The fact that you are a little bit more intelligent than others doesn't make you better than anyone! Any Slytherin could do anything a thousand times better than you!"
"Interesting challenge, young Malfoy," said a voice behind him, a playful voice-a deep and calm voice. Draco gulped, looking paler than usual. He knew that his only option was to turn around, but he didn't want to do it. With all the elegance and arrogance he could gather he turned around to face a smiling Dumbledore.
"So you have the theory that a wizard without magic can do the same things a muggle does, right?" the headmaster continued.
"Eh..." Draco gulped. He knew that he had to answer, but for some reason his mind ordered him to stay quiet just in time. He had already done enough damage. Maybe if he stayed quiet he could get out of the current situation with some dignity.
"Interesting challenge, Mr. Malfoy...very interesting. Believe me when I say that I will take it into consideration... Yes...an idea as fascinating as yours must be considered..."
Dumbledore smiled at his students with the innocence of sharks, and everyone got scared. The old Headmaster had an idea, and given his track record it would surely be a terrible, painful, traumatic and humiliating one. If they were really really lucky, maybe it would be just one of those things and not the entire pack. But due to the Headmaster's smile, holding onto that thought would be too optimistic.
As soon as a thoughtful Dumbledore left the scene, caressing his long and silver beard, Pansy blinked confused. "What did he mean?" The Slytherin girl mumbled, not knowing what to think.
"That, Pansy, means that we are in serious trouble," Theo muttered as he glared angrily at Draco.
"Very serious trouble..." Blaise wanted to strangle Draco, right then and there.
"For once, so don't get used to it, I agree..." Harry whispered.
"I wouldn't say that," Hermione smiled, her arms crossed over her chest, looking at Draco with an arrogance that she had never shown. She agreed with the headmaster, this was going to be fun. And she smiled even more when she saw the look of pure panic on the gray-eyed boy's face. "The truth is that I will enjoy seeing all of you respectable purebloods trying to get through muggle affairs...without magic."
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PD: Before I translate the next chapter of this story I have to translate a chapter of each of my others stories, so I don't know when I will be able to translate it.
Twilight684: Hmm, very interesting. I'm curious as to what's gonna happen next. Seems like this will be a funny story, and I can't wait to see how Draco and Hermione end up getting together in this one :3
Sapphire Leo: I think this is going to be a really funny story. I can't wait to see what happens next!
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