The next day Hermione hung out at the library before she headed to dinner. Half way through her 3-foot potions essay (which was only due in two weeks), she saw a certain blonde coming out of the forbidden forest.
"She ought to pay him a visit," she thought.
She quickly packed up her books, shoved them in her bag (although she left her bag where it was) and ran outside as fast as she possibly could.
At last seeing the blonde (at the same place she had punched him in 3rd year), she ran up to him and put her wand to he's throat.
"How did you know?"
"How did I know what Granger? You're talking nonsense."
"Oh you know perfectly well what. How did you know about Ronald and the pug?"
"Oh…" comprehension dawned on his face, "You mean, how did I know that the Weasel was cheating on you with Parkinson?...Granger, the whole school's known about it for months!"
"You…you…you mean this has been going on for months?"
"Oh yes…everyone knew…except you that is!"
She felt like her already broken heart had broken again. She flopped on the grounded in a sad little heap and cried…again.
Draco didn't know what to do. He certainly couldn't just leave her…he wasn't that evil…but he had never, not even once, comforted anyone in his sad little existence.
"You might have overdone that just a little bit," he thought before unsurely placing a hand on her shoulder and saying, "Ummm…shall we head back to the dorm?"
She just cried harder. He felt so awkward, it wasn't funny. He had no choice, one, he didn't want to wait till 11 at night till she'd finished crying, two, he wasn't evil enough to just leave her here, and three, he didn't have his wand and other peoples wands didn't always react well to others who weren't it's owner, so that meant he couldn't levitate her. He swooped down and picked her up. She put up a pitiful little fight before just giving up completely.
He placed her in her bed (where she cried herself to sleep, before returning to reading the book he was that morning.
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The next morning, Hermione dragged herself to breakfast, although she rather wouldn't go, she wasn't going to stop that stupid redhead from her doing anything.
She sat quite peacefully between Ginny and Lavender eating her pancakes, although she didn't really have an appetite now that a certain redhead (let me give you a clue…it's not Ginny) was in sight.
She didn't blame Harry or Ginny in the slightest. Ginny had told her (via letter…again) that Ronald had slipped some weird sort of secrecy potion into their pumpkin juice one morning.
Ron, clearly getting annoyed by Hermione ignoring him, said the first thing that popped into his mind, and believe me, it was a stupid thing.
"Hermione, you can't really blame me can you? ...I mean….It's so obvious that you and Malfoy are having a little affair in the heads dorm."
"How dare he," she thought.
"Uh-uh mate, you just crossed the line," Harry murmured to Ronald while shaking his head.
"HOW DARE YOU," Hermione burst out. The whole hall turned silent and stopped what they were doing to see what was going on.
"YOU THINK THAT I WOULD CHEAT ON YOU…WITH THAT GIT."
"COME ON HERMIONE…IT'S NOT LIKE HALF THE SCHOOL SAW YOU CARRYING YOU TO THE HEADS DORM LAST NIGHT…IT'S SO OBVIOUS SOMETHINGS GOING ON."
By this time they were both standing up and the whole hall had broken out in whispers…but not to worry, Hermione quickly shut them up.
"HOW DARE YOU." She screamed again.
"YEAH…WELL,WHY DON'T YOU SAY SOMETHING THAT WILL CONVINCE US RATHER THAN JUST SAYING HOW DARE YOU ALL THE TIME…I TELL YOU WHY…COZ YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE."
Hermione was absolutely livid.
"FIRST YOU CHEAT ON ME THEN YOU BLAME ME FOR YOU CHEATING BY SAYING I WAS CHEATING ON YOU….WITH….WITH….WITH MALFOY."
She was furious to say the least. She climbed up onto the table (as he was on the opposite side of the table and he was much taller than her), grabbed a jug of pumpkin juice and tipped in over his head before storming out of the hall.
Literally ten seconds later, Draco Malfoy walked into the hall, and stopped mid-step. Something was wrong, something was very wrong, something was very very wrong. The whole hall was silent and staring straight at him. Not even a whisper.
"Did I miss something?" he asked before a soaking wet Ron also stormed out of the hall.
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"Is it true, Dracy, is it, is it, is it?" whined Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting right next to Draco. Draco didn't really like Pansy, hell he liked Granger more than Pansy.
"Is what true?" he asked, he was trying his hardest to keep his voice pleasant, as he always did when he was neat the pug.
"That you and Granger are going out of course, silly," she said, playfully whacking him on the arm.
Draco suddenly choked on his pumpkin juice as the words settled in, the whole school turned to face him while he was have the coughing fit of the year, they turned back soon, seeing as they could easily get the same reactions from their own tables.
"What?"
Pansy looked at him dumbfounded.
"You and Granger are a couple…right?"
"No…why would you think that, Pansy?"
"The whole commotion this morning, that's all," Pansy stopped and smiled, proud that she used a big word such as commotion, before starting again, "You know, I was starting to worry about you there. See this huge thing with Mudblood and Ronnypooh happened this morning, where…"
He silently snorted at the Weasels nickname. It would go on the rest of the morning; he knew how Pansy loved to explain things. He half-listened and nodded his headed from time to time, that's all he ever had to do. She gushed and gushed all the way to potions, then again at lunch about how excellent the Weasel was and that he would never get any information wrong, then at dinner about something that his had forgotten completely, that's how bored he was of talking to her.
"Listen Pansy," he said as she was mid-sentence saying something, "I'm going to head to bed early."
He got up to leave and heard her telling him that it would arouse (yes such a brilliant word for Pansy) more suspicion (she was used to that word, so it didn't count) before turning and gushing about nothing to Blaise.
"That girl will never be stopped," he thought as he walked to the Heads Dormitory
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Authors Notes:
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