Okay, this chapter is a little mean to Hermione. Don't get mad at me.

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Chapter 3

Hermione entered the Great Hall with very few students, seeing that class wasn't even over yet. Professor Snape had let her out too early. She simply sighed and walked over to her usual place sitting down.

She pulled the coin out of her pocket that the Potions Master had given her. She couldn't believe it.

"Also, on behalf on your idea, Miss Granger."

He had admitted so many things in that sentence than he knew. First, that he had known about the DA. She was very impressed that he could keep a secret. After all the precautions she had taken, still he had known about it. Second, that he actually paid attention to her. That he had given her sole credit on the idea. That he thought she had good ideas. And thirdly, that he cared enough for her to actually waste the time to make her, her own Portkey so she cold reach him at anytime. She was almost touched and more creeped out.

She shook her head and slipped the coin back in her pocket. Deciding not to waste her time she pulled out A History of Magic and started on her eighteen inch essay about the troll wars.

After she had written thirteen inches she sighed and shut her book and stretched, craning her neck backwards. "Oh, hello, Percy," Hermione looked upside down at one of the Weasly brothers.

Percy smiled a little bit, "Well, stand up, let me get a look at Hermione Granger. I haven't seen you in, what? Three years?" He pointed out.

Hermione only smiled and stood up, twirling once. "Is that good, Mr. Percy High Inquisitor, sir?" she mocked.

Much to her surprise, Percy hugged her around the waist spinning her off the floor once, "Merlin, I have missed speaking with you." She could hear the smile from his voice.

"I've missed you, too," Hermione said feeling a little awkward and pushing away from him. She laughed nervously and could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Only Harry had every hugged her that way.

"I was wondering, maybe, if later if you-"

"Dimwit!" was called from the front of the Great Hall, "Thought you weren't comin' till tonight!" Ron called, walking over with Harry.

"Ronald," said Percy slowly as they embraced each other with a stiff hug with two pats on the back and Hermione couldn't help but notice it was the same was her father embraced the patients he was about to shove metal in their mouths. He repeated the act with Harry. "Well, seemed I was shipped over earlier than expected. The Minister wanted me to start as soon as possible," he boasted, not hiding his pride.

"Percy, are you okay?" Hermione asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

"What?" Percy asked, genuinely confused.

"It's just that, your head just grew five times bigger." Hermione smiled as Harry and Ron laughed and Percy gave a sarcastic chuckle.

"Ha, Hermione. Really funny. Yeah, well, actually, I was wondering if maybe you would like to go for a walk after dinner today." Percy ran a hand through his flame of hair and smiled a little shyly.

Hermione was dumbfounded, as were Harry and Ron. Percy was brave enough to come out, in front of Ron and ask Hermione on a date. Hermione was choked for words.

"I-Um-Er…." Hermione stumbled, "I'd-a- love to. No wait," Hermione mentally kicked herself. "I have a somewhat of a detention with Professor Snape tonight."

"What? Why?" Percy sounded slightly concerned.

"Because of Ron." Hermione said without hesitation. Getting an angry glare from Ron, "Well, it is your fault. And you know it. Maybe I'll be able some other time. How about Sunday? I can become suddenly ill by then." She smiled and sat down on the bench.

"That's fine, but might I inquire as to what Ronald did?" Percy asked narrowing his eyes at his brother.

"What? Okay, fine-" Ron said angrily.

"Ron, we aren't supposed to tell." Hermione said.

"No, he has a right to know. Me and Hermione were shagging in the hall and Sna-" Hermione's quite heavy bag connected with Ron's head. "Gosh! Hermione it was only a JOKE!" Ron laughed, despite the piercing pain in his head. "The look on your face was priceless." Ron commented looking at Percy, who's jaw was still open.

At seeing this, Hermione noticed how much he had really changed. He still had very clean clothes, but now his sleeves were rolled up messily and his tie was a little loose. His famous horn-rimmed glasses hung around his neck and his hair wasn't perfectly combed to one side. It looked like he ran his fingers through it to man times.

"Hermione, Earth to Hermione." Percy said, "Why are you staring at me?"

"Oh, sorry." Hermione flushed a little, "I was just noticing how much you had changed. You look better than last time I saw you." She smiled then clapped her hands together, "I'm hungry." She promptly turned around on the bench and started filling the plate in front of her.

Harry went around and sat in front of her while the Weasly brothers took either side of her. Completely pushing the thought of her and Professor Snape's earlier discussion, she enjoyed her simple turkey sandwich, well that was until Draco decided to show up.

"Hey, Granger, can I speak with you?" Draco asked from behind her. It was almost the end of lunch and Hermione was just about to leave.

"Uh, yeah, walk with me." Hermione said bye to everyone and waited by the Great Hall doors for the younger Malfoy. "What do you need?"

"Uh, come with me." He ordered. Draco walked down the corridor and stopped in front of a daft looking troll statue. He whispered, "Mountain Fresh" and went in to the Prefect bathroom.

Hermione slowly followed him a little unsure. Draco disappeared behind the small corner in the bathroom and Hermione took out her wand, holding it in her hand, she turned the corner.

Suddenly strong arms grasped her forearms and yanked her around slamed her into one of the sinks. She looked up to see Draco, "What are you doing?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Drop your wand." Was a blank order.

"What?" Hermione sounded as if she might slap him,"No-"

"Drop it." He ordered in a more threatening voice.

"Draco, I don't know what's gotten into you, but let me go." Her voice sounded a little frightened.

He took her wand arm and slammed it into the sink, momentarily stunning her hand, letting go of her wand. Keeping hold of one arm he used his other hand to force him to look up at him.

"You know, my father is very important in the wizarding world. What would you do if your parents got in a car crash and got hurt? What would you do if they died?" Draco breathed, "Don't push me, Granger, I can really hurt you." He threatened.

"Draco, what's gotten into you?" Hermione said fearfully. "Draco, you're hurting me." She squeaked trying to pry her wrist from his grasp.

To her surprise, Draco through his head back and laughed, then looked down, making eye contact with her, "Hurting you? I'm hurting you. Well, think of this as payback for all the times you've hurt me over the years." Then he bent over and pushed his lips to Hermione's. He tried to put his tongue in her mouth and she shoved him off of her, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione spat. She spotted her wand on the floor and lunged for it, but in mid lunge, Draco kicked her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. He laughed lightly and pinned her to the ground, looking down at her, "Why are you doing this?" she asked, frightened.

"Why? I've asked myself that so many times. At first, "He said thoughtfully, "I tried, I really tried to find out why I'm so," he paused, his eyes going over her face making her squirm, "I suppose, intrigued, would be the right word. But I could figure it out and the more I asked myself, the angrier I got. So, I don't try to rationalize things much anymore." He let out a short laugh, "Frankly, I want you to die. But for those periods of time I thought you might be dead, the thought of you never left me. So, we wouldn't want a Mudblood constantly on my mind would we?"

He smiled and went to kiss her again, but she kneed him in the groin. Rolling him off her she grabbed her wand and bag and ran out the bathroom.

What am I supposed to do? I can't just tell Harry that Draco basically molested me in the bathroom. What would he say? It was half my faul,t She thought, I went with him, trusting him fully. A Slytherin! What's wrong with me? I trusted a Slytherin. I must be going insane. Hermione walked into her Arithmancy class and sat down, pulling out her notebook.

"Hermione? What wrong?" Lavender walked up to her year mate and took the seat next to her, "You look mad."

"Oh, it's nothing Lavender," Hermione lied. She was happy she had at least one year mate in Arithmancy with her. "I am a little mad. But I don't really want to talk about it, okay?" Hermione, deciding to change the subject, said," How're you and Dean?"

"Oh, I haven't seen him much today. But, I hope we get some alone time in the common room. He's so sweet. I mean during lunch he actually kissed me in front of his friends." Lavender huffed and starred off dreamily.

"Okay." Hermione said as she started taking Arithmancy notes. About halfway through class Hermione dropped her quill and bent down to pick it up. Her head hit something hard and she looked up to see a raven haired boy from Ravenclaw.

"Sorry," he said handing her the quill. He had a thick English accent, "I'm Rupert Becan. Just transferred here from Durmstrangs." He said with a smile.

"I'm Hermione Granger. From Durmstrangs? You don't sound like it." She sasid truthfully.

"Oh, my mother said I had to come to Hogwarts after my father died. So here I am." He said with half a smile, jotting down a note.

"Oh, I'm sorry. About your father I mean." Hermione said quietly, switching her quill to her writing hand and writing a few notes.

"Don't be. He wasn't much of a father figure anyway. Never there, kind of." He smiled.

"Oh, well, welcome to Hogwarts. You're in Ravenclaw?"

"And you're in Gryffindor," he stated, "So, you aren't only brave, you're smart too."

"Thank you." She blushed, all thoughts a Draco gone.