Chapter 7
"Harry don't please!" Screamed Hermione and the entire Charms class turned to stare at her. Harry barely inclined his head to show that he acknowledged her but he didn't back down. He kept his wand in Duel postion trained on Malfoy's heart. Hermione remembered a day like this when Harry and Malfoy were forced to fight against each other, but of course neither of them had their qualms. Of course it was only their second year so all they could do was send sparks and the wand disarming spell. Malfoy had gotten help from Professor Snape and sent a snake on Harry, leading everyone to believe that Harry was the heir to one of the founders of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin. Hermione shook her head and trained her thoughts on what was happening before her.
"Harry please dont!" Hermione begged quietly.
"Yeah Potter, your girlfriend wants you to back down. Maybe she knows your not man enough to face me." Malfoy teased and stepped closer to Harry.
"Sorry to dissapoint you Malfoy, but I think that a regular old Muggle could duel you without any trouble." Harry shot back quietly.
With that comment, Malfoy raised his wand and brought it swishing down through the air without saying a word. Harry doubled over hacking and gasping. Malfoy, being the leader in Dark Arts in the seventh year and perhaps the entire school, had cast a silent but quite deadly spell on Harry. Upon seeing this, Ron raced over and shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Malfoy shrieked like a girl and floated ten feet above the baffled class's heads. Ron, feeling particularily smug with himself, turned to Hermione and smiled. Hermoine didn't smile back. Instead she raced over to Harry who was still in obvious pain on the classroom floor and attempted to soothe him.
"Hermione, please tell him to stop, please." Harry whispered, taking hold of Hermione's hands and clenched them tightly as if he were transfering the pain he was experiencing to Hermione.
Hermione gritted her teeth and looked up to Malfoy who was still hovering on the ceiling looking down at Ron with amazement. Perhaps he didn't think that Ron could have performed a spell with such a heavy and difficult subject. Malfoy also gave Hermione a look as though he was sorry. But of course he wasn't. Draco Malfoy, sorry? Yeah thats the day when I marry Professor Snape. Hermione thought angrily and looked up to shout at Malfoy.
"Malfoy, you get down here right now, you stupid git! Look at Harry! He's going to die."
Malfoy nodded and Hermione performed the counter-charm to release Malfoy from the clutches of the ceiling. Malfoy landed on the floor with a thump and stood up, his face flushed a deep purple.
"Get him off the curse." Growled Hermione, pointing at the pain stricken Harry.
"Okay, okay, chill out." Mumbled Malfoy and pointed his wand at Harry. He performed the same actions and Harry suddenly stopped writhing on the floor with pain, stood up and turned to Hermione.
"Harry, are you alright?" Cried Hermione and rushed into his arms. She felt Harry's arms encircle her and hold her close. Hermione could feel his body shaking and she could feel the sweat running down his back. She pulled away and saw that Harry had his eyes closed as though he was savoring the moment like it would never come again. Harry bent his head to her's not to kiss her but to whisper something in her ear.
"I thought I was going to die, Hermione. I thought I would never see you, kiss you or hold you again. Please don't let anything happen, please."
"Mr Potter! What in the name of everything holy has happened?" Asked a bewildered Professor Flitwick.
"Nothing, Professor, I just got an accidental curse and Malfoy relieved me of it." Explained Harry loudly and all the spectators gasped but nobody said anything for fear that Harry or Malfoy would do something drastic to them.
"Very well, do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"No Professor, I'll be okay." Harry assured him.
"Continue with your lesson then class." Flitwick instructed with wave of his tiny hand.
Harry whirled on Malfoy, his breath unusually calm. Hermione had only seen him like this whenever he faced Voldemort or the time when Malfoy had magically lengthened Hermione's teeth so she resembled a beaver. She knew that something terrible was going to happen.
"Malfoy, if I ever hear you teasing my girlfriend or any of my friends again, I personally see to it that you are placed in the Body Binding Charm for the rest of your life." Threatened Harry, a vein popping out in his neck.
"Oh really Potter, I'd like to see you try."
Harry started towards Malfoy but Hermione jumped between then with her palms outstretched. Harry immediately backed off, apologising under his breath, but Malfoy stood there looking at Hermione with a queer expression.
"Granger, why do you stick with this guy? Look at how he's commanding you to do everything?" Malfoy asked with a glint in his cold eyes.
"Malfoy, I love Harry, I don't love you. Get over it." Hermione snapped.
Hermione turned to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder. Harry's breathing slowed and the wild look slowly dissapeared from his face. He gave her a smile and wrapped a quivering arm around her slender waist. Hermione chanced a look over her shoulder to Malfoy and saw that he looked as thought Lord Voldemort had just denied him the chance to kill Harry. She unthinkingly mouthed the word, "sorry," and turned around, leaning her head on Harry's shoulder.
(A/N: Just to warn you, I may switch POV's randomly so please don't get confused.)
Malfoy turned his back on the rather disgusting sight of Harry and Hermione cuddling to the just as equally disgusting sight of Crabbe and Goyle. How could she do that? I thought Hermione was supposed to be caring and sweet, not venemous. Malfoy thought baffled at the whole idea of Hermione being mean. Malfoy decided that he couldn't handle sitting in the same room as Hermione for the next hour so he headed to his dormitory with the fake excuse of having a headache. More like a bad case of the heartache. Thought Malfoy wryly and flung himself onto his emerald clad bed. Gazing at the ceiling above him all Malfoy could think about was what Hermoine had said to him a few minutes ago: "Malfoy, I love Harry, I don't love you. Get over it." Oh how that comment had just ripped Malfoy in half. At that moment, he felt that his life was crumbling down on his shoulders. Then Hermione had blessed him with the grace of an apology and then Malfoy was floating on a cloud, immensely full of happiness.
"Draco, get up. I need to talk to you." A feminine voice said as Malfoy banged his head on the rod hanging his curtains over the bed. The owner of the voice was none other than Hermione.
"Erm, Hermione what are you doing here?" Draco asked.
"I. Need. To. Talk. To. You." Hermione enunciated and picked up Malfoy's cloak that was draped over a chair by the door.
"Okay... Can you wait while I change my robes?"
"Sure, just hurry. Harry is waiting." Hermione replied and settled herself on Malfoy's bed.
"Harry don't please!" Screamed Hermione and the entire Charms class turned to stare at her. Harry barely inclined his head to show that he acknowledged her but he didn't back down. He kept his wand in Duel postion trained on Malfoy's heart. Hermione remembered a day like this when Harry and Malfoy were forced to fight against each other, but of course neither of them had their qualms. Of course it was only their second year so all they could do was send sparks and the wand disarming spell. Malfoy had gotten help from Professor Snape and sent a snake on Harry, leading everyone to believe that Harry was the heir to one of the founders of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin. Hermione shook her head and trained her thoughts on what was happening before her.
"Harry please dont!" Hermione begged quietly.
"Yeah Potter, your girlfriend wants you to back down. Maybe she knows your not man enough to face me." Malfoy teased and stepped closer to Harry.
"Sorry to dissapoint you Malfoy, but I think that a regular old Muggle could duel you without any trouble." Harry shot back quietly.
With that comment, Malfoy raised his wand and brought it swishing down through the air without saying a word. Harry doubled over hacking and gasping. Malfoy, being the leader in Dark Arts in the seventh year and perhaps the entire school, had cast a silent but quite deadly spell on Harry. Upon seeing this, Ron raced over and shouted, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
Malfoy shrieked like a girl and floated ten feet above the baffled class's heads. Ron, feeling particularily smug with himself, turned to Hermione and smiled. Hermoine didn't smile back. Instead she raced over to Harry who was still in obvious pain on the classroom floor and attempted to soothe him.
"Hermione, please tell him to stop, please." Harry whispered, taking hold of Hermione's hands and clenched them tightly as if he were transfering the pain he was experiencing to Hermione.
Hermione gritted her teeth and looked up to Malfoy who was still hovering on the ceiling looking down at Ron with amazement. Perhaps he didn't think that Ron could have performed a spell with such a heavy and difficult subject. Malfoy also gave Hermione a look as though he was sorry. But of course he wasn't. Draco Malfoy, sorry? Yeah thats the day when I marry Professor Snape. Hermione thought angrily and looked up to shout at Malfoy.
"Malfoy, you get down here right now, you stupid git! Look at Harry! He's going to die."
Malfoy nodded and Hermione performed the counter-charm to release Malfoy from the clutches of the ceiling. Malfoy landed on the floor with a thump and stood up, his face flushed a deep purple.
"Get him off the curse." Growled Hermione, pointing at the pain stricken Harry.
"Okay, okay, chill out." Mumbled Malfoy and pointed his wand at Harry. He performed the same actions and Harry suddenly stopped writhing on the floor with pain, stood up and turned to Hermione.
"Harry, are you alright?" Cried Hermione and rushed into his arms. She felt Harry's arms encircle her and hold her close. Hermione could feel his body shaking and she could feel the sweat running down his back. She pulled away and saw that Harry had his eyes closed as though he was savoring the moment like it would never come again. Harry bent his head to her's not to kiss her but to whisper something in her ear.
"I thought I was going to die, Hermione. I thought I would never see you, kiss you or hold you again. Please don't let anything happen, please."
"Mr Potter! What in the name of everything holy has happened?" Asked a bewildered Professor Flitwick.
"Nothing, Professor, I just got an accidental curse and Malfoy relieved me of it." Explained Harry loudly and all the spectators gasped but nobody said anything for fear that Harry or Malfoy would do something drastic to them.
"Very well, do you need to go to the hospital wing?" Professor Flitwick asked.
"No Professor, I'll be okay." Harry assured him.
"Continue with your lesson then class." Flitwick instructed with wave of his tiny hand.
Harry whirled on Malfoy, his breath unusually calm. Hermione had only seen him like this whenever he faced Voldemort or the time when Malfoy had magically lengthened Hermione's teeth so she resembled a beaver. She knew that something terrible was going to happen.
"Malfoy, if I ever hear you teasing my girlfriend or any of my friends again, I personally see to it that you are placed in the Body Binding Charm for the rest of your life." Threatened Harry, a vein popping out in his neck.
"Oh really Potter, I'd like to see you try."
Harry started towards Malfoy but Hermione jumped between then with her palms outstretched. Harry immediately backed off, apologising under his breath, but Malfoy stood there looking at Hermione with a queer expression.
"Granger, why do you stick with this guy? Look at how he's commanding you to do everything?" Malfoy asked with a glint in his cold eyes.
"Malfoy, I love Harry, I don't love you. Get over it." Hermione snapped.
Hermione turned to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder. Harry's breathing slowed and the wild look slowly dissapeared from his face. He gave her a smile and wrapped a quivering arm around her slender waist. Hermione chanced a look over her shoulder to Malfoy and saw that he looked as thought Lord Voldemort had just denied him the chance to kill Harry. She unthinkingly mouthed the word, "sorry," and turned around, leaning her head on Harry's shoulder.
(A/N: Just to warn you, I may switch POV's randomly so please don't get confused.)
Malfoy turned his back on the rather disgusting sight of Harry and Hermione cuddling to the just as equally disgusting sight of Crabbe and Goyle. How could she do that? I thought Hermione was supposed to be caring and sweet, not venemous. Malfoy thought baffled at the whole idea of Hermione being mean. Malfoy decided that he couldn't handle sitting in the same room as Hermione for the next hour so he headed to his dormitory with the fake excuse of having a headache. More like a bad case of the heartache. Thought Malfoy wryly and flung himself onto his emerald clad bed. Gazing at the ceiling above him all Malfoy could think about was what Hermoine had said to him a few minutes ago: "Malfoy, I love Harry, I don't love you. Get over it." Oh how that comment had just ripped Malfoy in half. At that moment, he felt that his life was crumbling down on his shoulders. Then Hermione had blessed him with the grace of an apology and then Malfoy was floating on a cloud, immensely full of happiness.
"Draco, get up. I need to talk to you." A feminine voice said as Malfoy banged his head on the rod hanging his curtains over the bed. The owner of the voice was none other than Hermione.
"Erm, Hermione what are you doing here?" Draco asked.
"I. Need. To. Talk. To. You." Hermione enunciated and picked up Malfoy's cloak that was draped over a chair by the door.
"Okay... Can you wait while I change my robes?"
"Sure, just hurry. Harry is waiting." Hermione replied and settled herself on Malfoy's bed.