A/N: The last chapter was sort, I know. Don't kill me? Thank you! So, here we go with chapter four. Hope you like it! Don't forget to favorite and review!
I grab the handle to the door that leads to my room with a sweaty, shaky hand. Are magical people supposed to be scared like this? Probably not. Does that give me any more confidence? Probably not. Okay, I need to toughen up, there has to be someone around to hear me scream if I need to.
Opening the door, I see that I had nothing to worry about. The window was just left open. It's funny though, I don't remember leaving it open. I go and close the window and start to head toward the bathroom to wash up before I go to bed for the night.
"Okay, Mudblood, sit down," someone behind the door says as they slam the door. No, it can't be him.
"Malfoy! What are you doing here? Get out!" I shout at him. Even though, I kind of do want him to stay. What am I thinking?
"Do you really think I want to be here? I think I hate being here more than you hate me being here. I need to tell you something and then I'm leaving. Not staying a second longer than I have to. Now, will you listen to me and sit down!"
"Fine, fine," I don't want to make him mad because I know he wouldn't hurt me, but I'm still scared that he would. "Now, what's so important that you had to come and scare the living hell out of me?"
"The last thing I want to do is give Potter and Weasly credit, but you're the only person I can tell and still keep my reputation." He starts telling me pacing around the room. I can tell by his body language that he really doesn't want to tell me what he's going to say next.
"Malfoy what is it?" I ask him after there was a long pause.
"I was the one who saved you, Granger! I may hate you, but you're the only one who compares to my academic grades and I always need competition. If you tell anyone that I, Draco Malfoy, saved your Mudblood butt, you will regret it. I should be leaving. Goodbye, Mudblood, and remember not a word. Not even to your two goody- goody friends," he tells me and climbs out the window that was still open.
Why would he save me? I know I'm smart, but still, there's no reason for him to do that. I'm sure there's someone here who's smarter than me, right? And his face, that smirk, it was gone when he was telling me. Like he didn't want to scare me, he just wanted to inform me. Is it possible for Malfoy to just inform someone like that? He always has to have a secret motive, doesn't he?
Draco, Draco Malfoy. I finally have learned his first name after all of this time. His first name sounds even more evil than his last.
I need to get to bed; I can't keep pestering these questions. I'll just tell Harry about all of it tomorrow. Oh, I can't. I know I'm not supposed to like Malfoy, but I'm not going to hate him at least on the inside. He did save me after all.
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I wake up the next morning dreading breakfast. I never realized until today that I always end up sitting in a spot that faces Malfoy and he always ends up facing me. How awkward is it going to be now? Extremely awkward, that's how much.
"Hey, Hermione, are you coming or what?" Ron asks me because I was just staring out the window thinking of the possible situations that could happen today.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Time just got away from me, I guess," I tell him running out of the Common Room behind him and Harry.
When we get down there my worst fears had come true, I sat where I always do and Malfoy sat where he always does. If you asked me what we talked about at breakfast, I wouldn't be able to tell you. Malfoy and I made eye contact, the entire time. I think he was making sure I didn't say anything about him. I wonder what would have happened if I did let it slip out? Probably nothing good.
Luckily, today is Saturday so that means no classes, also not a chance of running into Malfoy. Or at least that's what I thought.
"Want to come down to the Quittich fields with Ron and me? I have to go and practice," Harry asked me. First Years aren't really supposed to be on the Quittich teams, but Harry was the only exception. That made Malfoy madder than I have ever seen him.
"Of course!" I tell him putting on my jacket. It being late October it gets rather chill, but not cold yet.
When we get there Malfoy and his gang are already there. His "group" consists of Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy. I know all of them hate me, just because of the things Malfoy has told them about me, even though he doesn't know me.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here. Potter and his crew. Really Potter what makes you think that you can just wander over to the fields?" Malfoy asks circling us.
"Maybe the fact that I'm on the Quittich team, Malfoy, but you wouldn't know anything about that, now would you?" Harry asks challenging Malfoy. He never seems to be scared of what Malfoy could possibly do to him; I wish so much that I could be like that, too.
"Really Potter, really? Going to play that card are we? Well, at least I have a father to explain to me why I can't be on it. All of this special treatment you get is just a pity party. I'm not going to join it, though. I see right through you. Just because you lost your parents to You-Know-Who doesn't give you all of these rights to be the head of the school. So just do everyone a favor and get over yourself, okay?" so that's it! Harry lost his parents! To You-Know-Who, but didn't so many children have that happen?
The only way I know about him is because my mother sat me down and told about how magic can be used for dark things and to stay away from anything that could lead to those dark things. I don't see why Harry is so special if that's all that happened. There has to be more to the story, there just has to be.
"Malfoy, do not talk about my parents that way. I know as well as you do that you're jealous of me. You'd rather have no parents at all rather than be ignored by yours."
"No, my father does not ignore me! And he will be hearing of this!" Malfoy yelled at Harry and started to run up to the castle.
"Good job, Harry!" Ron says giving Harry a high five. "Someone had to put that weasel in his place!"
"I know, I know. Is it bad that I'm glad it got to be me?" Harry asked with a smile creeping up to his face.
Once Harry's on his broom and in the air Ron and I head to the stands. We don't talk much, though. Ron gets really absorbed in Quittich, so I just sit there and think about, well, Malfoy.
He really is a nasty character, but he at least shed some light on the situation with Harry. Why would Malfoy bring that up? I'm sure it hurts Harry so much, but a lot of children lost their parents to You-Know-Who, why is Harry so "special"? If only I could have a conversation with Malfoy, then maybe, just maybe, I could ask him what was going on with Harry. Oh and why he hates me.
A/N: Thoughts? Well, I should really write the next chapter son, review? Please? Do it for Harry? Or Draco, depends on your favorite I guess. Okay, hope you liked it!
