Harry Potter and the Mudblood's Tale
Chapter Two: The Heads
A Harry Potter Fanfic
Written By: Ischza
No copyright intended. Everything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. The plot of the story is mine. Some of the characters you may not recognize are probably one of my original characters. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
The students of Hogwarts walked immediately to the Great Hall and a few minutes later, the sorting of the first years began. The Golden Trio smiled at each other as they thought of how they felt when they were first sorted to their houses. They watched as the Sorting Hat began to sing his song.
To those returning students here,
Welcome back enjoy the year
I want to say I'm sorry for those who lost someone so dear
Congratulations, everyone, who fought and faced their fears,
For everyone who came back with a smile through all the tears.
To the new students, I have to say a lot of you I see
Please don't be nervous, or lose patience, please just bear with me
I have lived a thousand years and I have rarely seen
So many good a company, someone to have some tea
Now let the sorting start, make sure all of you take part
Soon you'll be sorted to your houses, and everyone will shout
To those I'll sort in Gryffindor, where dwelt the brave of heart,
Make sure not to gape up at Potter, please stop, don't make a start.
To those I'll put in Hufflepuff, I believe it clearly shows
In seven years I'll see you folks, a kind-hearted few you'll grow
Like our late Cedric Diggory, everyone will know
Such a kind and honored student, such a great and brave fellow.
Some I might put in Ravenclaw, where all the brilliant men
Who will study hard and mind you might stay up till half-past ten
If I heard correctly from the Ministry, where our new Headmaster went
To congratulate a new auror, a Ravenclaw with the name of Cho Chang.
Last but not the least, ladies and gents, are you forgetting?
The house of Slytherin where those who dwell are clever and cunning
Don't get me wrong, I know what you all must be thinking
When you're a Slytherin, you're not evil, you're just misunderstood but clearly stunning.
Everyone applauded as the Sorting Hat finished his song. The first years were smiling because of the amusing things the Sorting Hat said although some looked a little frightened. At the Gryffindor table, the people were giggling and chuckling to themselves. It was the first time they ever heard the Sorting Hat make such humorous comments about their houses.
"He's feeling rather witty tonight," Ron said in between chuckles.
"I think he's trying to disseminate the tension. The first years look nervous and there seemed to be some sort of grim atmosphere around the room," Hermione replied with a smile.
"Yeah, he's a clever hat, that one," Harry nodded in agreement.
"I really thought that Mcgonagall was gonna become Headmistress," Ron said as they watched the first years walk towards their respective houses.
"Weren't you guys listening?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Kingsley announced that Aberforth will take over the position."
"Really? I didn't hear," Ron said and looked at Harry who seemed equally shocked.
"Well then, why didn't you say something back on the train?" Harry asked.
"I wasn't paying attention to you guys. Sorry, I felt a little nervous about my duties as Head Girl. And aside from that, I was quite curious as to who the Head Boy is," she said, looking over at the Slytherin table for a certain blonde.
Draco sat there, looking as if he wanted to evaporate to nothingness amongst his fellow Slytherins. The others tried not to stare at him ever since he took his place on their table. But some of them kept staring and this made him very uncomfortable.
Headmaster Aberforth Dumbledore stood up as the last of the first years took his seat among the Ravenclaws, where he had been sorted to. He gave a warm smile and his blue eyes, which were very similar to his brother Albus's, twinkled with a mischievous and excited glint.
"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My dear first years, I am very delighted to see you all here in this massive hall to spend all of your seven years of magical learning in this prestigious school. My brother and I, like all of you, went here in this very same school. Yet it is not really the same school, now, is it?" he gave a small, sad smile as he thought of his brother and their quarrels, how he died and how they never got to rekindle their brotherly love.
"Lots of things have happened through the years. But here we are, alive and breathing. Trying our best to live on without those we've loved. We may feel a lot of things: remorse, hatred, anger, grief, and even regret. But one thing is for sure, the people lost in the war did not sacrifice themselves for us to just let us destroy our lives all over again. Yes, we must grieve, but only to an extent when we've cried all our tears and got over all our hatred do we really start to live again. To move on and to stop ourselves from just existing, but to start living. I am not asking all of you to just move on and get on with your lives like nothing happened. I'm asking you all to give life another chance so that when you're finally ready, you'll look back and say, 'I have gone a long way and the experience was all worth it'."
"Now," Aberforth cleared his throat. "Before I forget, I would like to announce a few things. First off, there will be certain activities in promotion to House Unity. That will be cleared out to all of you tomorrow. Next," he gestured to the faculty's table. "These people here will be your professors. Please regard them with respect. Those who don't will get detention or worse, expulsion."
"And lastly, I would like to congratulate," Hermione's heart started to pound hard. "Miss Hermione Jean Granger from Gryffindor for making Head Girl this year. If you could just come up here, Ms. Granger, Professor Mcgonagall will put your badge on for you," Aberforth said and smiled at Hermione who sprang up and half-ran to them, the huge amount of applause ringing in her ears.
"Of course, we also have our Head Boy, Mr. Blaise Zabini from Slytherin," he said and a burst of cheering rose from the Slytherin table. The Italian boy who was sitting across Draco gave him a bewildered look but Draco did his best to look away. Blaise stood up and walked calmly to the waiting headmaster.
Just when he was about to receive the badge, he said, "I'm sorry Headmaster but, I think Malfoy is a better choice."
A loud whispering started to erupt around the hall as he said those words and Aberforth seemed a little sad about Blaise and his opinion. "I'm sorry Mr. Zabini but Malfoy didn't make the criteria. You were second to Ms. Granger, thus, the rightful Head Boy," he said. Zabini nodded somberly and stood beside Granger as the headmaster explained their duties and power to the students. When he was finished and announced that they may start to eat, the two of them walked quietly back to their respective houses.
"Congratulations 'Mione!" Harry said, pulling her into a hug. She gave him a small smile and sat quietly on her seat. Harry and Ron exchanged looks. "You okay?"
Hermione nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little anxious. I hope Zabini and I will get along," she said.
"If he does anything stupid, just tell us. We'll sock him hard on his face," Ron said with a taunting look at the Slytherins.
"That's completely unnecessary," Hermione muttered.
After the feast, Hermione and Ron stood up (Ron is still prefect) and started to help out with the students. Across the other table, Zabini nodded to her and they proceeded to their duties. Hermione felt a bit odd standing there with Zabini on her side, telling the first years about the rules they needed to keep in mind for the rest of their years at Hogwarts. Surprisingly though, he proved to be quite civil and hardly an arse. He wasn't really the approachable-looking type and he still had that aristocratic air hanging around him that only a pure-blooded Slytherin can achieve. But he was rather tolerable and Hermione thought that good enough.
"Did we forget anything?" Hermione asked the Italian boy who shook his head.
"I think that sums it all up. Weasley, Vane," he called out. "Take the Gryffindors to the tower. Theo and Pansy can take the Sytherins." Ron led the way grudgingly to the Gryffindor tower with Romilda Vane while Theo and Pansy made their way down to the dungeons.
"Michael, Padma," Hermione smiled at the two who grinned back knowingly at her and nodded good night at the new Head Girl as they made their way to the Ravenclaw Tower.
"Let's go," Justin Finch-Fletchley needn't be told as he received a smile from Hermione which he returned with his own. He led the Hufflepuff first years to their basement with Susan Bones.
Hermione sighed in relief as she thought of the comforts of her own bed. She felt tired from the long journey to talking to a bunch of first years. She glanced at Zabini who was staring after the last of the Hufflepuffs and then asked, "Shall we go?"
He glanced back at her and nodded. They walked the distance to their common room not speaking to each other. Obviously, they weren't really quite comfortable about the set up. There's still that animosity between Slytherin and Gryffindor especially after the war. There were only a few Slytherins who fought in the battle and Blaise felt rather ashamed about that. He wasn't really a supporter of Voldemort but still, he closely paid attention to blood purity and being partnered up with the Gryffindor mudblood princess wasn't really one of the most thrilling situations imaginable.
He gave out a sigh. "Look, Granger," he said and stopped walking. "I'm not really ecstatic on being Head Boy, if I might be honest with you. But, the thing is, I don't really want to be an arse. I'm not in the mood for that but please do me a favor and not be your annoying self for the whole year."
Hermione stared at him for a few seconds and then chuckled. "Zabini, you don't really have to say anything. I'll get out of your hair. Honestly, I'm not up for any of that Slytherin-Gryffindor hostility as well so I guess I'll have to agree with this truce." Zabini nodded solemnly and they continued walking.
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Inside the Gryffindor Common Room…
"Who the hell does he think he is?" Ron roared to Harry's amusement, as his best mate stormed towards the couch where Harry was sitting beside Ginny, his arm around her. "Bossing me around like a slave. I. Am. A. Prefect! Not a bloody servant!"
"Sheesh, Ron… You're disturbing the peaceful silence in the common room," Ginny rolled her eyes at her brother who just scoffed.
"And Hermione didn't even give me a second glance!" he exclaimed angrily.
"She probably has a lot on her mind right now. Give her some credit," Harry said, protecting his best girl mate.
"The hell! What's the point of being in a relationship when your girlfriend won't even wish you 'good night'?"
Ginny raised a brow, "So you guys are officially together now?" Harry turned to look at his best friend who seemed a little uncomfortable.
"Well, we haven't really talked about it. After the war, my attention was turned to Fred and…" he trailed off.
"Well then, there you have it. You guys aren't actually in a relationship. You may have shared a few kisses but that doesn't mean anything until you guys make it official. So shut up," Ginny said harshly as she cuddled closer to Harry who seemed quite happy having her so close to him.
"Sod off!" and then he finally noticed how close the two are. "And get your hands off my little sister! Five points from Gryffindor!" he yelled before storming out of the common room and into the boys' dormitory, not really realizing at all that he'd taken points from his own house.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other when Ron disappeared behind the door of the dormitory. "Did he just take five points from our own house?" Harry asked with disbelief.
"Yeah, I believe he did," Ginny said. Then after a few seconds of staring, they started laughing at how ridiculous Ron had been. "He's probably one of the worst prefects in all of Hogwarts History!"
"We'd better tell Hermione tomorrow," Harry added and after a small more number of chuckles, they cuddled up close again and just stared into the fire while conversing easily about their futures together.
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In the Heads' Common Room…
"Wow!" Hermione exclaimed upon entering their new common room. Blaise looked equally pleased at the arrangements. The couches and chairs looked extremely comfortable and aside from that, the color of the room was mixed with their house colors, making the room a lot more welcoming for the both of them.
Blaise walked over to the couch and sat down. He sighed, "Now, this is the life." Hermione chuckled as she walked over to the fireplace and started a fire. "If only I could stay here all day and not worry about one bloody thing."
Hermione glanced at him, smiled and then shook her head. "I know what you mean. After the war, I'm just glad to be alive and experience things normal teenagers do," she said as she practically jumped on the other couch.
Blaise gave her a look and then looked over the fire. "It's been hard on all of us, I guess. I've always believed in blood purity but I didn't really support the Dark Lord as much as those Deatheaters. I know I've been a prat all those years but hey, I'm still human and I do have a conscience. And I think killing mud- I mean Muggle-Borns are a bit psychopathic. If you know, what I mean."
Hermione nodded. "I get your point. Killing people like me is a little over-the-edge."
"And to top it all off, the Dark Lord was actually a half-blood. Talk about hypocrisy," Blaise laughed at the morbid joke but Hermione chuckled along, her hand covered her mouth as she laughed. Her sleeve hiked up on her arm a little and Blaise saw something that made him want to throw up.
"Holy mother of Merlin…" he breathed as he read the words.
Mudblood
"W-who did that?" Blaise asked, horror in his eyes. Hermione looked down at what he'd been staring at and she immediately tried to pull down her sleeve.
"Sorry. I didn't really want anyone to see it," she said sheepishly.
"It looks nasty. Where'd you get it?"
"Back at Malfoy Manor when Bellatrix Lestrange tortured me," she answered. To Blaise's amazement, she didn't look affected at all and he suddenly felt an admiration for that Gryffindor bravery for the first time in his life. He felt sort of envious.
"I'm sorry. I… I'm not supposed to be prying," he said almost ashamedly.
Hermione smiled warmly at him. "It's fine. It doesn't bother me anymore."
They remained quiet for a few minutes until Hermione spoke again. "You know, back in Malfoy Manor, the Malfoys stood up for me when Bellatrix kept torturing me," she said, making Blaise start to listen intently on that revelation.
"Draco especially," she continued. "I was a tad bit surprised when I heard him ask his own aunt to stop. I am a mudblood after all. And while his parents and Bellatrix were arguing, Draco continued to stare at me, his eyes glistening with tears. He said he was sorry…"
Blaise felt a small smile creeping upon his mouth. Draco Malfoy, Pure-Blood, a Slytherin from the very core of his being actually apologized to a Muggle-Born. Draco Malfoy regretted everything he's done, from bullying everyone to becoming a Deatheater. Draco Malfoy, who, through all those years, made spiteful comments about Gryffindor House, had shed tears for Hermione Granger, a mudblood and a Gryffindor at that.
A silence erupted between the two Heads but it was comfortable as they thought of that one Draco Malfoy, a Pure-Blood and now a possible blood traitor. Blaise Zabini shook his head upon the realization that he'd now found a new respect for Draco Lucius Malfoy, ex Deatheater.
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In the dungeons…
Draco Malfoy walked inside the Slytherin Common Room, his head held high. He didn't want to look intimidated by anyone, especially his fellow Slytherins. He still had his pride even though he knew he'd lost the respect of most of them. And it also made him irritated that some students had taken to stare at him, pity in their eyes. He didn't want their pity. Although he would never admit it to anyone, he wanted his fellow students to accept him in society once again. He's changed but none of that seemed to matter but he still held on to his pride anyway. That's all he had.
He also knew that a few of the students hated him with different reasons of course. One reason is because he sided with Voldemort and the other reason is because he's now officially a blood traitor just like the Weasleys. But he didn't care. He would've traded anything to go back in time and change the past. He'd rather be a Gryffindor than a Slytherin coward. And another thing scared him. He wanted to be a Gryffindor to make up for ever making Hermione Granger feel like scum. It scared him to his very bone.
Back at the Manor, when he watched her being tortured by his Aunt Bella, he was immediately put to the edge of sanity. He remembered all those times he'd commented about her hair, her buck teeth and her heritage. Everything he believed in all his years of existence, was a complete and utter lie. He'd been led on to believe that blood purity was the most important thing in the world and that mudbloods are all scum that deserved to be forever eradicated and exterminated from the world.
But when it was laid there in front of him, he'd been shaken. Killing people is not a delightful hobby. It frightened him to his very being. Killing people had never been his style. He might have been a bully in school and he might have wished that Harry Potter and his friends would just die but when he saw Hermione, a mudblood, on the brink of death, it sickened him. He didn't want her or anybody else to die. He wanted the war to end. He wanted to run away from everything. Enough was enough. The number of people who had died and been tortured in front of him was enough to give him constant nightmares and feel rotten inside. Why the hell didn't he just die in the Room of Requirement that night? Saint Potter should've just let him and Greg die. Goddamn it all to hell. Crabbe had it easy.
He was suddenly knocked out of his reverie when someone shouted, "Stupefy!" and he was thrown harshly to the wall. He groaned as he felt blood running from his nose. He turned to look at the spell caster and saw Millicent Bullstrode, a sneer upon her face. Everyone else watched in silence, finding the scene uncomfortable but they didn't even put a stop to it.
Bulstrode approached him and continued to glare at the boy who tried his best to get up. She gripped her wand tightly and lowered it on Malfoy's throat. Malfoy didn't seem to be scared at her assault. On the contrary, he looked quite calm as he stared directly into Bulstrode's eyes. This only made her sink the wand further, making him gag a little.
"You had the nerve to show up here again, Malfoy. You're a fucking disgrace," she said condescendingly.
"What are you getting at, Bulstrode?" he asked with a successful attempt to sound intimidating.
"Why is it that you managed to escape Azkaban when clearly," she took his left arm and pushed off the sleeve of his robe to reveal the Dark Mark," You are a Deatheater?"
"Why is it that you just can't get your fat, stubby hands off me? Huh, Bulstrode? Are you finding me too attractive for my own good?" with that, Draco received a hard slap.
"Don't fuck around Malfoy," she said with a low voice. "You may have gotten the Golden Trio convinced of your sudden change of heart but you don't fool me."
"Okay then. Just get it over with. Kill me," he taunted her. "Kill me so that I might thank you for taking me off this nightmare called life. Kill me."
"You know what," she said in a mocking tone. "Maybe I will take you up on your offer." She took a step back and pointed her wand at him. "I don't care if I get expelled or get sent to Azkaban for this. It's all worth it. Avada Ke-"
"EXPELLIARMUS!"
Bulstrode's wand came flying across the room and fell with a soft thud. She turned around to face the person who interrupted her and saw Pansy Parkinson, a glare on her face. Theodore Nott was also there, a disapproving look in his eyes.
"What the hell, Bulstrode!" Pansy yelled as she stalked towards them and slapped her hard.
"You little-" but Pansy cut her off with another slap.
"You have no right to kill anyone!" she yelled again. Theodore placed a calming arm on her shoulder but she shrugged it off as she ran to Draco's side. "Draco, are you alright?"
Draco nodded but pushed her away. This gesture made a look of hurt appear on Pansy's face as he tried to stand up again. He wiped the blood off his face but his nose would just start bleeding again. Pansy followed suit and made Draco face her. When she saw the damage she said, "Episkey."
His nose immediately stopped bleeding. Now he knew how Potter felt when he trampled on his nose back in sixth year. Pansy sighed in relief. "At least your nose is not broken," and then she turned again to Bulstrode and Theo.
"Theo, take her to the Headmaster's office. Tell the Headmaster what she did. And tell him I want her expelled," Pansy said, emphasizing the last word. Theo nodded and led Millicent Bulstrode by the arm.
Pansy glared at her fellow Slytherins, her blood boiled when she saw that none of them gave a shit about Draco. "You all sicken me. You saw what she did and you just let her do it. You're unbelievable! If you hurt Draco again, I swear! Upon my power. You. Will. Never. See. The. Light. Of. Day. Ever. Again!"
She noticed the first years who'd been watching them all that time. They'd just arrived when Bulstrode was about to cast the killing curse on Draco. Talk about impeccable timing. But obviously, the spectacle didn't amuse the children. They looked frightened to death.
"Please settle in your dormitories. All of you," she said and the crowd dispersed, leaving her and Draco alone in the common room. Draco walked over to the couch and sat down. He took out his wand and pointed it to his face.
"Scourgify," and his face was finally rid of the blood smears.
Pansy watched him silently for a few seconds before walking over the seat across her ex. He still looked like the boy she'd known since childhood but she knew he'd changed. Through Draco's sarcasm and bullying, she'd always found him rather attractive and though he'd been rather rude at times, she'd always been in love with him.
"Pansy," he called out to her and she looked straight into his eyes. "You don't have to take pity on me. You should've let her get on with it."
"What are you getting at Draco? Are you saying I should just let her kill you?" she asked with disbelief.
He shrugged. "I couldn't care less. And you shouldn't either."
"And why the hell is that?" she glared at him.
"First off, she's right. I am a Deatheater."
"You were a Deatheater. The war is over. There are no such things as good and evil anymore. Voldemort's dead and we're alive. Isn't that what matters?"
"No," he said. "That's not enough. I should've died with Crabbe that night. Continuing to exist is a total nightmare and to be honest with you, I felt rather grateful that Bulstrode assaulted me a while ago. It somehow felt right."
"You're crazy," Pansy whispered, tears starting to glisten in her eyes.
"Yeah, I think I am too. I'm crazy for siding with that half-blooded lunatic, for ever siding on the dark side and for ever listening to my goddamn father to get that fucking Dark Mark and now, thanks to all my wrong choices, I'm suffering the consequences. The shame of being branded as a murderer. Don't you understand, Pansy? Dying is the easiest way out," he said with as much emotion as he could muster.
She shook her head. "No, Draco. I don't understand. I don't understand at all."
Draco stood up and paced back and forth. "Do you even know what happened to Granger?"
Pansy watched him, confusion in her eyes.
"She was tortured. By my family. In my own house. Do you understand how wretched I feel?" he asked, his own tears streaming down his cheeks.
"You always hated that mud-"
"Don't you DARE call her that!" he yelled. Pansy immediately stopped. Draco got around to pacing again. "I didn't want her to die. I didn't want any of them to die. The only person I wanted to die was me. I was the idiot. I was the one who let the Deatheaters in that night. I was the one who got Dumbledore trapped in the Astronomy Tower. It was all my fault! It was all my fault!" he cried and Pansy ran over to him and pulled him in an embrace.
"Shhh… Draco, no… Stop saying that," she said in a soothing voice.
"I. Am. An. Evil. Person."
"You're not…"
"Hermione… Hermione…" he cried out over and over again much to Pansy's sadness. "Hermione… I've loved her all those years and I was too stupid to even notice… I'm so stupid!"
"Draco, you're not stupid," she said, crying along with him.
"I wanted to save her. But I was a coward. A fucking coward!"
Pansy continued to comfort him as he cried out for the girl she thought he'd never spare one glance at. As the revelation of Draco's real feelings for Hermione Granger sunk in, she knew she had no other choice but to make a plan in order for Granger to feel the same way for Draco. Even if she knew this would hurt her in the most painful way possible.
"You'll get her, Draco. I'll see to that," she thought to herself. She may have been a bitch all those years but if Draco can change, so can she. And she'll do her best for Draco. He'll get the girl. They had chemistry after all. They were both brilliant and all that jazz. Draco deserved the best and Granger is the best even though she wouldn't admit that openly. This will be an interesting year.
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It's the first day of school and Hermione Granger, Head Girl, walked leisurely to the Great Hall for some breakfast that beautiful morning. She'd taken one of the most luxurious baths ever and fixed herself carefully into a presentable look. She felt more confident about herself nowadays and she had every right to. A lot of guys think she's hot and that suited her just fine.
"Morning!" she greeted her friends with a dazzling smile. She looked happy to see Luna Lovegood sitting with them at the Gryffindor table and she immediately took a seat between Luna and Ginny.
"Morning," they greeted her with smiles of their own.
"You look pretty happy today," Luna commented with dreamy eyes.
"Really?" she smiled even more before taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. She heard Ron mutter something and that immediately captured her attention. "You were saying Ronald?"
"Nothing," he mumbled grumpily.
"He's a little anxious about your relationship," Ginny whispered.
"Oh," Hermione blurted out. She looked back on the war and remembered their kissing escapades back then. It should've been pretty obvious that they'd been in love with each other and that they had a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. It bugged her a little. She suddenly didn't really know what she felt about Ron. She sighed at that and decided that she'll deal with him later.
"Ahem," a girl's voice interrupted from behind them. It was Pansy Parkinson with Draco Malfoy. Draco seemed uneasy but Pansy looked a lot determined. "Hey, uhm… Can we sit with you guys?"
"No," Ron immediately said but Harry gave him a look and he shrunk back.
"Sure, Parkinson," Harry said and the two Slytherins slid beside Luna who immediately pulled on Draco's arm.
"Hey, Dra," Luna greeted. "How are you?"
"Fine, Lovegood. You?" he asked, trying to sound polite.
"Oh, do call me Luna. I'm fine, thank you for asking. Pumpkin juice?"
"Thanks," he said and she handed him a glass.
"Sooo," Pansy began and then gave Hermione a rather genuine smile. "How does it feel to be Head Girl, Ms. Granger?"
"Pansy, what are you going on about?" Draco sounded irritated.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to make conversation here, Dra," she said, copying Luna's nickname for Draco.
"It's alright," Hermione answered her politely although she seemed a little confused and cautious as to why Pansy was acting civil towards the Gryffindors.
"Great! I hope you and Blaise are getting along. He's kinda dull and rather boring sometimes. He rarely talks," she said and she received a hard smack on her head. "Ow! The fuck-"
"That was for talking about me behind my back," Blaise Zabini said with a mischievous grin.
"Geez, you can be a bit harsh, you know that?" Pansy said, rubbing the area his hand hit her.
Blaise shrugged and took a seat. "You deserved it. Twenty points from Slytherin for talking behind the Head Boy's back," he said as he reached for a crossini and started nibbling on the bread.
"What the fuck? You just took points from your own fucking house!" Pansy exclaimed and the others laughed at the amusing spectacle.
"Another twenty points for swearing so early in the morning. You should be ashamed of yourself," Blaise said with another grin.
"Damn you!" Pansy yelled and continued eating begrudgingly.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," the Head Boy winked at her but she just rolled her eyes.
"You know, Ron took points from Gryffindor last night as well," Harry said, joining in the hilarious conversation.
"Oh?" Hermione giggled at the news. Almost everyone in the Gryffindor table was listening in and they were all laughing at the extraordinary spectacle. It wasn't everyday the Slytherins were caught meddling with the Gryffindors.
"Yeah," Ginny nodded in affirmation. "He took points because Harry had his hands all over me. 'Five points from Gryffindor!'" she imitated her brother's way of saying it and they all laughed again.
"At least he only took five points. I wish Weasley was the Head Boy instead of Blaise," Pansy muttered.
"And another fifty points for wishing I wasn't Head Boy. Anything else to say?" Blaise asked.
"FUCK YOU, ZABINI! FUCK YOU!" Pansy yelled.
"And with that, Slytherin has lost all hopes of winning the House Cup this year," Blaise nodded solemnly and everyone just bawled over because of the hilarity.
"Gee, thanks Pansy," Draco mumbled, a smile on his lips.
"Not you too!" Pansy whined.
"May I have your attention, please," Professor Mcgonagall's voice rang through the hall. A lot of people were still giggling and she was really pleased that some of the animosity between the Gryffindors and Slytherins had somehow started to simper.
Headmaster Aberforth walked to the podium and smiled gratefully at Professor Mcgonagall before clearing his throat, "Dear students, let us all welcome back, the students of Beuxbatons Academy of Magic and their Headmistress, Madame Olympe Maxime."
The doors burst open and the girls of Beuxbatons entered with their usual dance number, with a girl very similar to Fleur Delacour-Weasley, leading the way. She danced with the same grace and some of them finally recognized her as Gabrielle Delacour, Fleur's younger sister.
"What are they doing here?"
"What's going on?"
"Is there gonna be another Triwizard Tournament?"
"This can't be good."
"She's hot."
"Isn't that Fleur Delacour's sister?"
"Can you believe how lucky we are?"
The girls rolled their eyes at how shallow the boys were being. Obviously, they were annoyed with the competition. "Honestly…" Hermione muttered. "You'd think they'd get used to it by now."
"So what if they're French?" Ginny said.
"Tell me about it," Pansy scoffed at the boys.
"They've got really nice uniforms. Maybe we should wear something like that too," Luna said, innocently. The other three girls sighed. Luna would never understand.
When the dance number ended, the girls of Beauxbatons and Madame Maxime walked over to a table provided for them and took their seats as the Headmaster discussed the events of the year and why the girls of Beuxbatons were here.
"I am sure you are all wondering what Madame Maxime and her wonderful girls are doing here. Let me assure you that we are not having a Triwizard Tournament this year. We are promoting House Unity and having that kind of tournament will only lead to even more hostility between the four houses," he began.
"And so, the faculty and I have decided to hold a few activities for all of you. I am happy to inform you that Quidditch is no longer banned at Hogwarts," cheers from the Quidditch lovers started and the crowd went wild. "But," there goes the big but. "Your teammates shall be an assortment of the different houses. You can't be all Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Your team must have at least one Gryffindor, one Slytherin, one Hufflepuff and one Ravenclaw. You are allowed to choose any teammates you like. You shall write your list on a parchment along with the team name and give it to Madame Hooch. Several matches will be held and the two surviving teams will go through the final match of the year."
Lots of murmurings were heard in the Great Hall as the Headmaster continued. "The other activity will be a dance," the girls cried in delight at the news while the boys groaned in despair. "Those who want to be part of the committee, please approach our two Heads. You are welcome to choose the theme of the dance and you can also decide the date. I hope you will enjoy the festivities of this year. The girls of Beuxbatons will be more than glad to help with the preparations and the dancing. That is all."
Blaise grinned at Hermione. "So, we'll be working on this," he said. Hermione smiled back.
"I bet this'll be a tiresome year."
"House Unity," Ron scoffed.
"Quidditch," Harry said happily. "That's all I can think of right now."
"Save me a spot," Ginny grinned at her boyfriend who nodded.
"Malfoy, you wanna join?" Harry asked with a friendly and hopeful look.
Malfoy was about to answer when Pansy beat him to it, "Actually, Dra wants to help out in the dance committee."
Ron snickered and Draco glared at Pansy. "What? Isn't that what you told me?" Pansy asked innocently.
Draco sighed in defeat. "Pansy, I have no intentions of preparing for a sodding dance. That's girl stuff," he said with mild irritation mixed with amusement. Pansy was doing her best in getting him close to Granger but really, it made him nervous.
"Oh come on, Dra. Don't be shy! Hermione and Blaise need all the help they can get," Pansy gave him a puppy-eyed look and Blaise and Hermione looked at him expectantly.
He felt sweat coming down his forehead and he wiped it off. "Fine," he muttered and Pansy beamed at him.
"Poor Drakey," Ron mocked but Draco acted like he didn't hear it. Hermione on the other hand glared at him. Ginny kicked him under the table. "Ouch! You idiot sister!" Ginny rolled her eyes at his immaturity.
"Look, can't I join the team and help out at the same time?" Draco asked.
"You'll exhaust yourself to death," Blaise said.
"You don't have to join us," Hermione smiled warmly at him. "Go knock yourself out on Quidditch. Blaise and I can handle it."
Draco blushed heavily at how she smiled at him. He didn't deserve it. He didn't and yet he couldn't stop himself from wanting her. From liking her. From loving her. So he said, "No. I'll join the committee. That's my dream. To help out on a dance."
With that, everyone burst out laughing again. They thought he was kidding but no… Not really.
Author's Note:
I'm finally finished with the second chapter! I had a lot of fun making this and I don't know about you guys but I found Blaise and Pansy rather funny here.. LOL! Soooo… What do you guys think? D'you like it? Let me know! Reviews help me update faster after all. If you want me to continue, just say so : D
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