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Chapter Four: Making Matters Worse

"You conniving, backstabbing, treacherous, stupid slutty bitch!" I screamed at her with my wand pointed at her.

"Miss Granger!" Madame Pomfrey berated me. Parvati stood (cowered) behind the Medi-witch. "Put your wand down and be quiet! There are sick people in here!"

"You mean like her?" I gestured towards her.

"Hermione! I can explain!" Parvati started meekly.

"You mean… you can explain how you got pregnant by my now ex-boyfriend?" I asked her icily. I turned to Madame Pomfrey. "How far along is she?"

"Hermione—"

"Miss Granger—"

"HOW FAR?" I screamed at the both of them.

Parvati stepped away from her. "I think about three months now," she answered calmly.

I didn't need my wand anymore, so I put it away. "Oh… okay. Congrats!" I said dead calmly. Before Parvati could say 'thanks,' I continued. "You fucking backstabbing bitch!" I roared at her before I tackled her on the ground and started to slap her repeatedly. "I hate you! I hate you so much, you stupid bitch! I hope you're happy!" I continued to scream at her as we rolled around on the floor.

"Hermione! I'm s-s-sorry! I s-swear! I d-didn't k-know!" Parvati struggled to say through thick tears.

"Of course you knew! I told you everything!" I yelled at her as she hollered even louder. People tried to pry me off of her but I kicked someone away. After a few moments, someone did manage to wrench me away from the wench. Unfortunately for them, I wasn't going down without a fight. "GET OFF OF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I kicked the person again and they went down with a howl. I collapsed on the floor in hysterical tears. After a few moments (or it may have been hours later) I calmed down enough to stand up, albeit shakily. I was feeling too horrible to go to the rest of my classes, so I treaded up the stairs to our Head Dorms. "S-sweet Surrender," I mumbled to the baby lion cub and snake. The portrait opened up for me and I went inside, throwing off my cloak as I went. I looked up at the couch to see Draco laying down on it, curled up in a fetal position and occasionally groaning. I'm almost afraid to ask. Not like I want to know anyways; it'll only make me feel worse about myself than I already do.

Draco groaned again as he saw me walk past him. I backtracked. "Bloody hell, Hermione!" he groaned. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Merlin, you kick hard for a girl!"

That triggered more pent up anger from within. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Malfoy!" I spat nastily. "Did I ruin your chances of producing an heir for your father and his lover, Voldemort?" Before he could answer, I stomped up the stairs angrily. I went into my room and slammed the door angrily. And just for the hell of it, I opened the door and yelled at him. "I hate you men! You all are the scum on this Earth! I HATE YOU ALL! MARK MY WORDS!" I slammed the door again in anger.

Thank Merlin it was Saturday. I didn't want to face Malfoy… Draco… whatever! I didn't want to face him today after I said what I said to him. I was angry, yes, but that doesn't excuse the way I've treated him thus far. In the past few days, I have seen that he was true to his word and haven't said anything foul to me or even mentioned my blood status. And there I went, insulting him and his father and accusing him of being a death eater. Bloody fucking hell, Hermione, get a grip! I got dressed in a sky blue and gray plaid button down baby doll shirt, white leggings and charcoal gray suede boots. I ran a finger through my hair and decided to leave it down for once. I examined myself in the mirror and decided that I looked good enough for the library. I grabbed my messenger bag and proceeded to leave my room. I opened the door to see Draco… err… Malfoy standing on the other side, hands poised and ready to knock. I jumped and held a hand to my heart. I was not expecting that.

"Going somewhere?" he drawled as he surveyed my outfit. I suddenly felt self conscious. And now I was blushing at his current state. He was topless, his hair was damp and he had on a simple pair of blue boxers.

I shrugged casually. "Just off to the library, if you don't mind," I replied. I tried to walk around him but he blocked my path. I tried to walk around him again, but he blocked my path. "Malfoy, I don't have time for these games! All I want to do is go to the library and catch up on work without anyone bothering me. Please, let me go on about my life and you with yours," I told him, defeated and tired of arguing. I slumped my shoulders. And before I knew it, I was crying into my hands again. He pulled me closer to him and hugged me. He didn't say anything but just rubbed my back in soothing circles. When he pulled away, I sniffled. "What is going on? I'm crying over some stupid git! Damn, I'm so embarrassed. And the worst part is that I'm letting my worst enemy see me at my weakest! And what is he doing? I'll tell you! He's comforting me in a way I would expect from my supposed best friend who isn't talking to me because I supposedly 'stepped out on my boyfriend' with the enemy! Oh, hell, I can't take it! I'm just so sick of things going so wrong for me!" I started sobbing again. "I'm so confused and angry and hurt and… ugh! I just want to break something! DAMMIT!" I felt myself being pulled somewhere blindly. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at the fireplace in the common room. I needed to calm down. I sniffled occasionally as Draco handed me a mug with piping hot tea. "Thanks," I mumbled.

He nodded at me. "What happened between you and Patil?" he asked me casually, taking a sip of his own mug.

"Ronald got her pregnant," I said to him. This prompted him to spit out what was in his mouth all over himself. Despite myself, I chucked as he slammed the mug down and wiped his mouth. "I honestly don't know what's worse. The fact that he cheated on me with her or the fact that he got her pregnant. She's… He's been cheating on me from the start! She's bloody three months pregnant!" Unfortunately for Draco, he went to take another sip as I told him this. He began to choke. I rolled my eyes and patted his back. "You're okay?"

"I'm… fine," he rasped. I looked at him skeptically. "As much as I would love to bash Weaselbee, as usual, I hate to tell you Hermione, but that is not his kid. I guarantee you that much," he said as he cleared his throat.

I raised a curious eyebrow at him. "Oh?"

He cleared his throat. "There's no bloody way."

I folded my arms. "What makes you say that?" I questioned him. He unfolded my arms for me gently. "He's been acting all distant towards me ever since… ever since we…" I started. Oh, hell. I'm about to discuss my personal life with Draco Malfoy. Here goes nothing. "Ever since we first… um… you know…" I finished awkwardly. I palmed my forehead and tried to fight the blush down. "Oh, bloody hell, Draco! You can see where I'm going with this, right?"

He chuckled. "I can. I just like hearing you being flustered about sex," he said cheekily. I flushed some more. He scooted closer to me. I eyed him suspiciously. "Say it."

"He's been acting distant ever since we… gave ourselves to each other," I said. I blushed even harder, if that was even possible.

"So, he's been acting even more stupid than usual since you guys had sex?" he asked me. Oh, Merlin, please. I need a black hole to swallow me whole right now. "Don't be ashamed! You've already had sex, so why are you acting like a schoolgirl virgin?"

I looked away. "Because! I'm not comfortable talking about this so openly!" I whined as I got up and started pacing around. I rubbed at my neck, trying to get it to regain its natural color. I sighed. I'm hopeless. No wonder Ronald dumped me. "If you don't mind… I'm going to the library to finish some work that I need to make up." Without letting him reply to me, I picked up my bag and left the commons and headed off to the library.

As I was trying to study quietly in the library, I heard whispering. I looked around and landed on some fourth years staring at me. When I made eye contact with one of them, the entire group squealed in fright and left the library in a rush, watching me behind their backs. I shook my head in disbelief and continued to write. A few minutes later I looked up to see a sixth year couple giggling. I sighed heavily and slammed my book. "Do you mind?" I snapped at them, already feeling on edge.

They frowned at me. The shaggy haired boy picked up their books as the girl gave me a haughty look. "Sorry, Head Girl! Didn't mean to disturb you. Just don't choke me to death; I like my life. Sad that I can't speak for others," the raven haired bitch said to me. I gaped in horror. She tossed her hair and linked arms with her boyfriend. I glowered at the retreating pair. Angrily, I opened up my book and tried to calm down as I finished my work.

A few minutes later, someone tapped me on the shoulder. "I swear to Merlin, the next person to disrupt me will— oh… Hi Ginny," I said as I realized the red haired girl was standing over me with an amused look on her face. "Ginny… wipe that stupid grin off your face. Honestly!"

Ginny laughed softly and sat down next to me. "So is it true, Mione?"

I wearily dropped my quill on the table beside my book. "That depends," I pouted as I folded my arms. "What did you hear?"

"That you went postal on Parvati," Ginny said oh, so casually, like she was talking about the weather. I sighed as she chuckled. "If you ask me, she deserved it, slutty bitch." Ginny cracked up as I shook my head at her. "And then you kicked Malfoy in the balls! Oh, Mione! You should have seen his face!"

I giggled. "Yeah… and you missed it at the Head commons. He was on the couch holding himself and groaning!" We burst into hysterical giggles, earning shushes from people around us. After our laughter died down, I wiped my eyes as Ginny held her sides. "I felt bad though. I didn't know I kicked him," I lamented. Ginny smiled at this.

I also didn't mean to call him a death eater, I thought to myself.

"Well, in any case, I should give you a heads up. Parvati told people that you attacked her for no reason."

"I wish you were here earlier to tell me that," I told her sadly. I told her about the girls I scared off and then the brat that patronized me. "My life is going so horribly lately," I said sadly. "I feel like I'm living in an alternate universe. D— Malfoy of all people has been comforting me instead of Harry or Ron. Can you believe that? I mean, what happened to all of the years of the name calling and bickering? What has it been reduced to? Him calling a truce with me and him seeing me at my weakest. I'm not sure if I'm ready to handle all of that right now. Oh, Gin… my life is a nightmare right now. I was hoping that someone would pinch me and I'd wake up to Ron holding me, Harry and I chatting as I helped him with his homework and Malfoy and I arguing. I've lost the sense of normality in my life," I told her. She nodded in understanding.

Ginny pulled me closer to her and hugged me tight. I hugged her back and I smiled. At least I still have Ginny, right? "Don't worry Hermione; things will get better for you. Now… why don't we go to Hogsmeade for a quick butterbeer? C'mon… whatcha say?" she asked me. I looked skeptical but she prodded me with her elbow. "Ehh, Hermione?"

"Oh… all right, Gin. I'm sold! Let me just pack up my stuff and we'll go, okay?" She smiled and helped me pack up my things so we could leave. I didn't really need special permission because I was the Head Girl and I was accompanying Ginny, so it was okay. We linked arms and left the library to go to Hogsmeade together.

After a few firewhisky laced butterbeers at the Three Broomsticks, Ginny and I were having the time of our lives. "This is so much better than studying, isn't it?" I slightly slurred. Ginny and I began to cackle, earning suspicious looks from fellow patrons. "Shh!" I said to her as I put a finger to her nose, narrowly missing her eyes. Then I giggled and burped. "Shh!" I said sharply to an older woman reading the Daily Prophet at the next table. She huffed and moved away from us.

"Some people!" Ginny snorted. We burst into fits of giggles again.

"Shh!" someone shushed us.

Ginny stood up wobbly. "You shh!" she hissed. I pulled her down as she stomped her foot. "So uptight!" I cracked up and took another sip of butterbeer. "So, 'Mione! What… what's it (hiccup) like l-living with… what's his face?"

"Who?" I asked her. She giggled. "Oh… you mean Sex God? He's… he's fine. I mean, Ginny… damn! He… is… fine!" I slurred. Then I burped. "Oops?" I giggled.

"So he hasn't said anything mean or snarky to you?" she questioned softly before she hiccupped loudly. I shook my head dramatically. "Hmm, that is weird I suppose. Have you done him yet?"

"Done him what?" I asked through a sip.

"You know… slept with him?" she clarified. I spat out what I'd been sipping and coughed viciously. "You have?"

"NO! I haven't!" The question alone sobered me up. Ginny smirked at me. "Stop that! I really haven't!"

"Well, why not? I mean, as far as I'm concerned, he's single. You're single. And you both live with each other. So why the hell not?"

"Ginny! Shush!" I told her as I held her mouth closed and looked around guiltily. When I thought it was safe, I continued. "Besides, what would he want with me? A mud—"

"Don't say that about yourself, Mione!" Ginny chided me in a way that reminded me of Molly. Like mother, like daughter, I thought to myself. "Who cares about blood status anymore?"

"The Malfoys," I muttered smartly.

Ginny sighed. "Listen, Hermione," she started. "I'm not saying to be the next Malfoy wife! I'm just saying—"

"Oh, bloody Merlin," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.

"That you need some more TLC in your life," she said. I looked at her strangely.

"TLC?" I asked her in disbelief.

"Yeah… you know. Tender Love and Care? I thought you knew this, Hermione! Honestly!"

"Well, I know that I know what it means. I didn't know that you knew what it meant!" Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Well… whatever. The point, Ginny, is that I don't need any of that from him. I'm perfectly fine." I stood up and brushed off invisible crumbs from my shirt. And re-buttoned the top button. "Now, we should get back to Hogwarts right now before even more points are lost from Gryffindor on an account of me." Now it was Ginny's turn to stare at me. "What? And I have an Advanced Herbology essay to finish."

"You said it wasn't due until next week!" she exclaimed incredulously.

"I know that! I'm already behind!" I told her as I threw down some galleons on the table for our tab. I linked arms with Ginny and went back to Hogwarts with her, chatting all the way there.

After I dropped her off at the Gryffindor towers, I headed back to my Head dorms to get a much needed nap, as my head started to bang around in my skull. I said the password ("have a good day, Head Lady!" the lion cub said to me as I smiled at him) and walked inside and up the stairs. Until I heard voices. Then a bout of male chuckles. "So she has no idea?" the boy asked.

"Listen, mate," I heard Draco drawl. "Just because I'm friendly to her doesn't mean anything." I carefully treaded up the stairs, trying not to make the stairs squeak as I went. Eavesdropping is bad, but I couldn't help it. "We have absolutely nothing in common, Blaise. She's boring, stupid and much too needy and emotional for my taste. You can have her if you want."

The boys laughed again. "No, thank you," Blaise Zabini muttered. "But what about—?"

"She's nothing like that one, I tell you," Draco told him. I could just hear the smirk in his voice. So I'm emotional, am I? And needy? And boring? "There's no way I would let myself be caught with her walking about in the hallways. I'm Draco fucking 'Slytherin Sex God' Malfoy, for fuck's sake! I have a reputation to uphold!" I sniffed and went to the opposite side of the hall to my room, opened the door and slammed it shut. I buried my head into my pillow but didn't move. Who does he think he is? 'Calling a truce' my ass! 'Slytherin Sex God' my— well, nevermind on that. He is a sex God… oh, my… Hermione! Get that out of your head right now!

But you can't deny that he's a fine piece of specimen, Hermione!

"Shut up! You're drunk!" I hissed at myself a little too loudly.

"Hermione?" I head Draco call out to me. "Are you all right?"

"Go away, Malfoy!" I yelled at him. Great. He thinks I'm a loon on top of being needy, emotional and boring. However, I resent being called stupid! Last time I checked, I was ahead of him! Tut! Unacceptable! He knocked on the door again. I got up forcefully and grumbled to the door. I threw the door open angrily, feeling static popping around me again. "What?"

His face fell and he frowned. "Are you all right, Hermione?" he asked once again. I growled. "I suppose not…" he drifted.

"Oh, ya think, Malfoy?" I yelled at him. He scowled at me. "I don't know what you're playing at, but you had better leave me out of your foolish games! I'm not a fucking bloody piece of shitty pawn! So, ferret," I drawled out nastily. I watched him cringe and I bit back a smirk. "I'd suggest you find a bunch of your purebred fucking bastard people you call friends and leave me the fuck alone! I'm warning you! Or else, I swear to Merlin! You and your precious family jewels will be no more! No more! You hear me?" Before I could let him answer, I slammed the door on his confused face.

I walked around the room, pacing. "Stupid bloody ferret face thinks he could just waltz around in his pureblood robes and his holier-than-thou attitude and then thinks he can just forget the nasty things he's said about me throughout the years? 'Stupid mudblood' this, and 'know-it-all goody two shoes bookworm' that! He thinks I'm stupid? HA!" I ranted. I did the only thing I knew that would calm me down. I went into my bag and pulled out my syllabus for the rest of the school year and I continued to work on my NEWTS material. "Tut!" I said to myself as I practiced charms all over my room until it got late. I collapsed on my bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

I slept in uncharacteristically late on Sunday. When I finally did get up, I had just missed lunch. My stomach growled in protest. "Ugh!" I moaned as I staggered out of bed and down the stairs. I went into the kitchenette and took out pots and pans. I got out cheese, mayonnaise, bread, and mustard so I could make a grilled cheese sandwich, just the way my mum used to make it. Or Miss Granger as you'll now have to call her, a nagging voice in my head said. I growled at it and continued to make the sandwich. I heated up the pan and charmed it to stay evenly heated. As I was making the grilled cheese sandwich, I heard the portrait door swing open. Malfoy swaggered in. I started to hum aimlessly as I flipped the sandwich in the pot repeatedly.

When it was finally done, I slid it onto a plate, grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice and walked to the common room. I noticed Malfoy was sitting on the left side, so I ignored him and sat on the far right side of the couch. I bit into my sandwich and smiled. "Bloody fantastic!" I said to myself. Malfoy grunted. I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. That was proving hard to do because I felt a pair of eyes boring into the side of my skull. Blushing, I felt as the gaze travelled down my body and landed on my thigh. I cleared my throat and continued to eat my food. But now I could no longer enjoy it. Exasperatedly, I set the half eaten sandwich on the plate and looked at Malfoy. "May I help you?"

He sneered. We're back to the same antics as before. "Not really." He continued to glare at me. I picked back up my sandwich and took a huge bite. "What the fuck is your problem, Granger?" he blurted out. I sighed and set my plate on the floor and took a sip of pumpkin juice. "I mean, in the morning, you were all 'sob sob, my life sucks' and then you went out. And then you come back and you're being the same snide bitch I've always… hated. So what the fuck is your problem?"

I gritted my teeth. "Sorry I'm so fucking moody and emotional and needy. Not like I need you to pity me or anything. I thought you'd be having a grand time taunting me about my horrible life. Something to run home to father and brag about. The Golden Trio has split up. Are you fucking happy about that, Malfoy?"

"I—" he started.

"So let's get something straight here, all right? I don't give a flying fuck what the fuck you see here, do here, smell here, touch here or feel here. From now on, leave me alone and let me brood and I'll gladly give you your space. In fact!" I stood up and got in his face. "Why don't you shove your bullshit truce so far up your ass your death eating father could feel it?" I huffed in his face. "Well? What are you going to do, fucking ferret face? Huh? Call me a stupid know it all mudblood? Set your stupid goons on me? Please, do your worst, because my life couldn't get any shittier than what it is right now," I said lowly. Before he could say anything to that, I went outside, making sure to slam the portrait door loud and hard. Then I realized. I opened the door again and stomped upstairs. "I can't believe I forgot to change my clothes!" I muttered to myself in disbelief.

I managed to avoid everyone on Sunday and the first part of Monday. Even Malfoy. I could feel him wanting to talk to me or yell at me or something but I wouldn't let him have the chance. I broke my mini tradition and went into the Great Hall to eat. I went over to my house table. But before I could say hello to anyone, everyone in my sitting vicinity moved away from me. I sighed heavily and took out a book to read as I nibbled on some toast. Finally, I felt someone sitting next to me. I looked up to see Ginny smiling brightly at me. I mustered up a small smile in return. But then she frowned. Oh, no. What did I do? "Ginny?"

"Don't you have your own table to go to?" she asked. Wait… what?

"I need to speak with Granger. You know Head duties? Something you wouldn't know about, Weaselette?" I heard Malfoy say snottily to her. I scoffed. She turned red.

"Hermione? Say the word and I'll hex him so hard—" she started as she stood up, but I sat her back down. She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Oi, look! The traitor bitch is talking to the enemy!" Harry spat nastily in my direction.

"Look, don't start with me, Potter!" I retorted.

"Oh, look at that! She's defending her boyfriend," Ronald said through a mouthful of food. Instead of coming off snarky, it just looked really disgusting.

Parvati decided to step in. "Hey, Malfoy. Is it true? Does she really flop like a dead fish in bed?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face. I gaped.

"Yeah, Malfoy. Tell us," Ron started again, "how did you manage to get the bookworm into bed? Did you bribe her with the latest installment of Hogwarts: A History?" The table laughed at my expense.

Ginny sent off a spell at Ronald and Harry with her wand, something akin to Ronald throwing up slugs like he did in second year. "You were saying?" she asked them saccharine sweetly.

"Hermione, do us a favor and go back with your boyfriend. House traitor!" someone told me.

"Traitor," someone else muttered. That got the whole Gryffindor table going, which got the Ravenclaw table and of course the Slytherin table going as well. "TRAITOR!" everyone except Ginny chanted. Tears welled up in my eyes and I ran out of the Great Hall, laughter and jeers echoing as I went. I went up the stairs and into the library, sobbing and running blindly.

As my luck would have it, I ran into someone. "S-sorry!" I sputtered out.

"Granger!" he said sharply. Oh, no, I recognize that voice. "We have to—" he started, but I wouldn't let him finish. Right then and there, I punched Malfoy right in the eye. "OUCH! What the bloody fucking hell, Hermione?"

"You are a slimy little, Grade-A, declassified royal git and pain in the ass!" I yelled at him. I went to punch him again but he held my hand. I tried to use my other hand but he held both hands over my head and pressed me against a bookcase. "Let me go!"

"No! You will shut the hell up and listen to me!" he said roughly as he pinned me harder against the bookcase. I sniffled even louder. "Stop crying! Bloody hell, stop with the crying! What happened to your famous Gryffindor courage, huh? When did you ever let anything get to you, nerves of steel?"

"You have no idea what I've been through at your hands, Malfoy!" I spat at him. I struggled harder. "You don't know what it's like having your friends, your best friends against you because you have no friends! And you have no heart!"

"I have no heart, Hermione? I have no heart?" he yelled at me as he squeezed my wrists.

"Let go!" I said to him.

"Make me, Granger!" he challenged me. I stepped on his foot. That made him let me go.

I rubbed my sore wrists. "What the fuck changed between us, huh, Malfoy? What made you change so much that you decided that wanted to touch me, let alone befriend me? Huh, Malfoy? What is it that you want from me?"

He devilishly licked his lips and stepped closer to me. "You, Granger," he whispered huskily in my ears.

Surely, I heard him wrong. "Wait… what?"

"I want you," he said before his lips smashed into mines.

A/N: So I'm gonna end it here for now. There's more to come so please stay tuned! And continue to review and alert as much as you like. Thanks again so much for reading! I can't wait to post the next chapter up! Everything will be clearer. :)