"Don't give me that look!"
Set after the War; 8th Year Fred is alive! (:
Hermione's POV
"During the 1612 Goblin Rebellion, " As Binns droned on with his hypnotic voice, I scrambled to take notes as I snuck a peek at Malfoy.
He's just so cute sleeping! Hermione what are you thinking? He's a Slytherin! Technically, I'm Head Girl and supposed to promote inter house unity and all that but the only some of the Slytherin's, Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy , Daphne Greengrass had changed for the better. What's wrong with you!
Fighting the internal battle, for the first time in class, I struggled to stay awake.
Yes. Hermione Granger has finally admitted that she has difficulty with a subject. Now stop gawking, its extremely rude! But its not my fault, its that bloody Malfoy's. With his sleek blond hair, and silver grey orbs… Shit, I sound like Parkinson! I think I need a trip to Madam Pomfrey. I'll just read the History of Magic textbook later…
"Professor Binns! I'm extremely sorry to disturb but I'm not feeling well. May I please go to Madam Pomfrey?"
Startled at the sudden noise, Binns recovered and nodded. I dashed out to Madam Pomfrey requesting for a Pepper-Up potion to wake me up.
"Oh, bugger you Malfoy." I screamed when I got back to the common room, and Harry and Ron chose that time to enter the common room. Just my bloody luck. Should probably cast a Muffliato next time. or permanently silencio myself…
"What the hell, Mione," Harry choked on his own saliva.
"He, um, called me a Mudblood again," I blabbered unconvincingly. Oh bugger, of all the talents that I have (and I do have many, if I don't say so myself) lying just isn't my forte. I am absolutely horrible at lying and usually leave that bit to Harry. He probably got tat talent from his dad, or Sirius.
Why am I cursing so much today! Usually I'm the one scolding Harry or smacking Ron upside the head, and then threatening to Scourgify their mouths; a trick Mrs Weasley uses to get Ron to shut up.
"Again? I thought you got used to it and didn't care anymore? I thought you said he changed?"
Honestly, that boy, with his signature Weasley thick-headedness. I've said it before and I'll say it again. He has the emotional range of a teaspoon. Thus, I chose not to dignify that with a response.
I saw Harry not-so-inconspicuously step on Ron's toe, and his accompanying glare, and snorted. What would I do without these two after the war?
My parents were killed during the war, after Lucius Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov were ordered by Voldemort himself to burn down my house; my memory charm wasn't entirely successful. Memory charms only work if you really want the victim to be Obliviated. They had come across a picture of me with them somewhere and their memories had come flooding back to them. Memory charms can be undone if you come across solid proof (like a picture) of what you were supposed to have forgotten. Everything I do has to have at least one mistake doesn't it!
I was grief stricken and shocked when I learned the news; my parents had returned, were dead, and had never contacted me in the period that they remembered me and before their passing.
Harry and Ron had been my pillar of hope and strength to go on during the war. I was broken by the war. The scars are never really going to fade. Look at Moody; he died a hero. But the scars on his grizzled face, they never went away. There's always a tinge of colour.
Like my scar.
I was battling Dolohov in the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, or what was left of it. The stands had crashed; with the hoops melted and bent from a release of Fiendfyre due to Harry's accidental magic. Dolohov had sent a Cutting Curse my way, but I was blocking off a stray Avada and end up getting a cut from the curse. From my neck across my waist, there is a long, thick scar. George had seen me and had quickly cast as many healing charms as possible.
If it weren't for him I wouldn't have survived.
Well back to Malfoy, might he be Veela? was that why I kept getting attracted to him? it would certainly explain the platinum hair that seemed to run through the entire Malfoy family.
It would certainly explain why every girl that had at least half a brain, including me, couldn't keep her eyes off him. But this was the first time I'd ever felt any sort of physical attraction,, and dare I say it, lust towards him! I read that a Veela's mate only feels attraction once the Veela himself or herself has come of age. Before that, only neutral feelings or hatred is established. I think its time to do some research on the malfoys.
With that, I grabbed my books from the Common Room and left for the library.