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Chapter 2 Words Coming Out Wrong
Notes: Title from the song Hurt Lovers by Blue.
'He doesn't deserve it.'
'…former Death Eater, how dare he?'
'…same level as Hermione Granger…'
He clutched his fists.
To Hell with you all.
'…same level as Hermione Granger…'
He spat to the ground.
How dare they? Hermione Granger belonged to nowhere but the floor. She was a filthy mudblood, whereas he was a proud pure-blood.
The pure-blood supremacy was still inside him, somewhere deep down, even though the Dark Lord had been defeated and met his downfall. The Malfoys, no doubt, was the most loyal family ever existed in this world.
He smirked.
But hey, if she means nothing, why're you…
That's just a bloody mission, you moron.
Yeah yeah, go on and deny it. A bloody mission which you could've so easily given up, but you didn't.
What the bloody fucking hell.
Malfoy banged open the common room door, scaring Hermione, who was reading her precious copy of Analogical Arithmancy.
'Wha–'
'Don't you dare utter a word, Granger.' He growled, whipping his wand out and pointing it menacingly at her, 'I'm not in a good enough mood to listen to whatever letter that's going to come out of your mouth.'
She asked nevertheless.
'What happened?'
Malfoy glared daggers at her.
'Oh and here you have the nerve to ask me what happened? Like you don't already know everything.'
Ouch. His words stung.
'I was merely trying to help!' She threw down her book and stood up, her eyes levelled with his, 'you're the one that's being paranoid and unable to trust. That's just disgusting, you know.'
Malfoy strode towards the leather sofa, towards Hermione, his face calm, but his eyes were cold, so cold that they were piercing.
He was getting way too close now, but Hermione stood where she was, refusing to wince away.
'Say that again, Granger, and I'll make sure you're gonna regret having been born.'
His eyes were positively dead now.
'Why are you being so distant?' Hermione whispered against her better judgment.
'That,' he hissed, 'is none of your business, mudblood.' He spat the last word before turning away from her into his room, banging the door close and locked it with a set of complicated spells.
Prat. Damn you Granger.
Malfoy sat beside his cauldron in his built-in laboratory, staring at the silvery white content that was boiling. Why was he even doing this? This shouldn't be his concerns.
Well then, why was he even bothering to brew such a complex potion?
Good question.
He put some more crushed unicorn horns into the liquid, and it immediately turned pale, next to colourless.
Good. Just 10 more steps and it could be finished.
In that Merlin-knows-how-many hours he spent in his bedroom, Draco continued to cut, slice, crush, or charm numerous ingredients and poured the right amount of the mixed ingredients into the cauldron. He felt like he was going through some automatic steps as he used more of his hands than his brains.
When the content turned silvery gold, Draco sighed in relief and let out a rare smile.
That was when a knock on his door made itself heard.
'Malfoy?'
Ugh. Irritating mudblood, she was.
'Are you alright in there? You haven't been out for nearly four hours.'
'I'm fine, Granger, just leave me alone.' He growled.
She wouldn't budge.
'You need to grab some dinner, else you'll starve!' She called.
Annoyed, he threw a wandless silencing charm at the door.
'He's SO impossible!' Yelled Hermione, slumping into an armchair in the Gryffindor common room, looking frustrated. 'I was trying to be nice, just like McGonagall asked, but he was no help at all.'
It was after dinner time. Hermione chose to go to the Gryffindor common room instead of hers and, oh well, Malfoy's, just so she could avoid seeing him too often. Gryffindor common room had a far more friendly atmosphere, with so much warm smiles and greetings.
'He's Malfoy, Hermione, don't expect him to do anything noble.' Ginny reasoned.
'He's going to starve himself to death if he keeps to his oh-so-Malfoy bedroom.' smirked Hermione, watching the bright flame in the fireplace dancing and twirling.
Harry shook his head.
'He was a trained Death Eater, Hermione, we never know how powerful his magic is, considering the fact that he was one of the members in Voldemort's inner circle.' He pinched the bridge of his nose, 'all we know is that he is currently fulfilling a mission.'
'What mission?'
'No idea.' Harry shrugged. 'Just be careful, though, Hermione, and constant vigilance.'
Granger still isn't back.
Dear Merlin he just made a mental note to himself about Granger! This world was sure to change a great deal.
Draco Malfoy came back from the unwelcoming Great Hall after a quick dinner on his own. Things were nasty and he wanted nothing to do with his former… acquaintances from his House, not that any of them wanted much to do with him anyway.
Being alone and seemingly forlorn didn't bother him much. He'd preferred it this way. The last thing he needed was someone to come barging in and kept on interrogating what he've been doing.
Yeah and especially not Granger.
He locked his bedroom door firmly once more before going into the laboratory yet again, conjuring a small bottle on his way.
The silvery gold substance sort of glided into the bottle, which automatically labeled itself.
'What in the world are you doing in there Malfoy?! It's time for us to patrol the corridors!'
Oh great. She's back.
He didn't respond.
'Malfoy!' Hermione all but shouted.
Still nothing.
'Bombarda!'
His door almost flew off its hinges.
'What the–' he exclaimed, whirling about and shoving the bottle out of sight.
'Bloody hell Granger, don't you have your manners?!'
'I do if you do.' She sneered slightly, 'now if you are ready, I see no reason why we're still standing here talking nonsense. It's time for patrolling.'
'You can just stay here, Granger, frail as you are, I honestly don't think that you can do this job right.'
With that, Malfoy marched out of his room, his black cloak billowing behind him.
'Oh and, drink what's on your desk.' He added, expressionless, before disappearing behind the common room door.
WHAT?
Damn Malfoy must be joking. Did he honestly think that she would just do what he said without question?
Hermione went into her bedroom, stopping mid-step and mid-breath when she saw the small bottle with something silvery gold in it on her desk.
It was labeled Life Prolonging Potion.
Gasping, she rushed out of the common room, leaving the whining flower-girl of a portrait behind.
'Malfoy!'
The left corner of his mouth jerked into a most Malfoy-ish smirk. He replied, but didn't stop walking.
'You're so annoying, Granger, what now?'
'How did you know about that?'
'What?' Joy he was even enjoying himself.
'That…that potion.' She hissed, even though no one was in sight.
'I really have no idea what you're on about, Granger. But it seems I've discovered a secret about our darling Head Girl.' His voice turned unbearably sweet, and Hermione visibly flinched at the endearment.
'So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about, hmm?' He started walking towards her, getting considerably closer with each stride.
'You're insufferable!' she huffed.
Nearly gave myself away. Bloody hell. Granger is such a bitch.
Draco played his wand between his fingers, walking around the school grounds aimlessly.
Can't she just shut the fuck up and act unknowing? Why does she need to be so unendurable?
Some mudblood she is.
A muffled sigh coming from the edge of the Forbidden Forest caught Draco off guard.
'Who's there?' He Lumos'd his wand and pointed it to the general direction where the sigh came from.
'Ahh, young Malfoy. Pleasure meeting you here.'
Draco's jaw dropped. He never expected to see him here.
P.S. All the words written in italics are Draco's thoughts.
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