Summary - On New Year's Eve a secret is revealed about Hermione's past that causes her to make some pretty rash decisions that will change her life forever. Consequently, Hermione will grow up up in every sense of the word with the Slytherin Sex God and potential Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Lies will be told, plans will be hatched, sides will be chosen, friends will be betrayed and all for the love of a boy on the wrong side of a War. Please R & R!
Disclaimer - Everything's J.K's except the actual plot so please don't sue!
Author's Note: Hey! I've decided to split the three dentention's into atleast three chapter's for the purpose of clarity. Hope that's okay with everyone! Also apologies for the fact that this chapter is a bit shorter than normal, trust me the next one is massive in length! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the events of McGonagall's detention, I won't spoil any of the goings on! Please, please, please read & review!!!!! I've had some internet probs recently (I know, its getting ridiculous!) so two chapters are going up at once while its working. Hope this makes up for the delay a little bit xxx Em
Chapter 6 - Don't Forget The Debt
"When I come to terms,to terms with this, my world will change for me." Parasol - Tori Amos
Draco really did not have a problem with serving detention; after all it wasnt like he was a first time offender. He did however have a problem serving detention with Potter and Weasel when they wanted to kill him. But thanks to McGonagalls little rant regarding inter-house relations he had no choice but to turn up to her detention the following afternoon, bitter though he may be. I cant believe I got given detention when it was Pothead and Weaselbee that attacked me! Typical Hogwarts injustice! His limbs ached painfully because of the lack of sleep the previous night, which was all thanks to the bushy-haired Gryffindor know-it-all and his conundrum over how he felt regarding her defence of him. In spite of his entangled feelings, he lethargically dragged himself into McGonagalls classroom desperately trying to comfort himself with the knowledge that even if he had not been forced to attend a detention he did not deserve, sleep would have been an impossible task this early on Wednesday evening in his Slytherin quarters. Salazars House may consist of the Wizarding Worlds elite but combined with their inexhaustible links when it came to smuggling in forbidden items and their penchant for rule breaking, nobody knew how to through a party like his Slytherin cohorts and everyone who knew anything about Slytherin knew that Wednesday was the party night of the week. Just keep telling yourself that . . . . .
Mr Malfoy. Glad you could join us. Take a seat. McGonagall said sharply interrupting his thoughts as he entered the classroom and indicating the vacant seats with her wand. Glancing about the room he realised everyone else was already present. He had been slightly surprised the previous night to find out that Granger, Weaselette and that other Gryffindor boy . . . Finnegan, was it? had also received detention, but this had not perturbed him for more than a second when compared with his own injustice. Draco slumped casually into his seat making sure he was far apart from the other five students. The last thing I need is to get another detention this week for defending myself.
To begin with, as I have already informed you, she glanced a Malfoy, all of the Hogwarts Professors are very angry and disappointed by the way you behaved yesterday. Not only were you a disappointment to yourselves but to the School in general. As fifth, her eyes momentarily landed on Ginny and sixth years we expect more of you. Despite your differences in attitude, belief and background we expect you to treat each other and the rest of the student body with the highest level of respect. McGonagall looked around the room coolly, even though she was mentally cringing at the words leaving her lips. It wasnt that she believed them to be false, but rather because she acknowledged that there achievement by this bunch in front of her was near on impossible. Every teacher and student in Hogwarts knew of the deep seeded hatred that existed between Harry Potters friends and Malfoys crowd, even McGonagall. It would take a miracle to even make them be civil to one another and civil was a long way off respect.
Were deeply sorry Professor McGonagall. Granger chirped up. Every ounce the little suck up Princess, Malfoy thought wryly. Ah, but then there are some situations where she isnt such a goody two shoes . . . . no I am not going there again! Even mentally!
Malfoy retorted instinctively, exclaiming speak for yourself, Granger! Crap! He could do without getting McGonagalls back up over something so petty and he really didnt want another detention, so why couldnt he simply shut his mouth and leave off Granger? He only had to last two hours and then he would be free to curse her as much as he liked! Although really I should be thanking her for defending me, he unconsciously thought. What is wrong with you? Repeat after me YOU DO NOT OWE GRANGER ANYTHING! The angry little devil on his shoulder yelled.
Mr Malfoy! Please hold your tongue! McGonagall shouted tensely. Malfoy noticed wearily that her reaction was a little over the top considering the frequency with which he told Granger to shut up and wondered if McGonagall was anxious about there being another fight between them. Well if she is, shes not the only one. The weaker part of him shouted unabashedly, while the stronger more defiant part of his brain rebuked himself for even thinking such pathetic thoughts.
McGonagall swished her wand and five rolls of parchment appeared out of thin air and floated gently down to the desk infront of each student. Now you will get out your quills and begin. There will be no talking and once you have completed both sides of your parchment correctly you are free to leave, she said firmly to all of the students in the classroom, clearly not favouring her own house like many other teachers did. For a few moments she watched them critically, half expecting at least one objection, plea of innocence or possibly even another outburst of anger. Once the first few minutes had passed her sigh of relief was audibly, something that made Malfoy silently scoff. There would never be peace between Potters little click and himself. Although, I do owe Granger for saving my ass! A rogue thought slipped passed his mental order to be repulsed by everything to do with the freckled, fuzzy Brain box, something that he grumpily acknowledged happened more and more often these days.
Determined to put thought of Granger out of his mind, Draco contemptuously glanced around the room under his lashes as he mechanically wrote and rewote his line. His attention eventually rested once again on Granger who was meticulously writing out her lines in a smooth, fluid motion that indicated neither hurry to escape detention nor boredom. Typical Granger, everything has to be sodding perfect. As he observed her obsessive attention to detail he couldnt help but remember New Years Eve when he she had been just as fastidious after their initial wild abandonment and savage devouring of each other. While the first time had been brutally punishable, the later occasions had been excruciatingly slow though never tender or any less harsh. With a slight wariness he acknowledged that it had always been about power and control between them even when they werent going at it like flaming bunnies. Stop! There is no Malfoy & Granger! It was a one-night-stand, for Christsake! Forcing his mind to at least return to marginally safer ground, Draco pondered his present conundrum over how he felt about Granger defending him. There was no doubt it had and would continue to damage his reputation as the Slytherin Prince if he didnt do something about regaining his standing. But beyond that Draco really wasnt sure how he felt. He just wasnt used to having people stand up for him. He -
Finished! Weasel yelled loudly across the classroom to McGonagall. Concentrate, damn you Malfoy! You dont want to spend all evening in this room, do you? Draco moaned before returning determinedly to his parchment.
Mr Weasley please kindly refrain from interrupting other students who have yet to finish their task. You may bring your parchment up to the front of the class before leaving. You too Mr Potter if you have finished. McGonagall said tersely, before returning to her grading.
Draco was vaguely aware of Weasley and Potters departure but he refused to be deterred from completing his work and for the remainder of his detention he focused whole-heartedly on copying out his sentence over and over again until he was finished. When the final full stop hit the page, he gratefully glanced up from his parchment. Glancing about the room casually, he noted that the only other student left in detention was Granger who was still purposefully writing. Draco grabbed up the strap of his satchel and flung it over his shoulder before opening the flap to chuck his quill in. With the speed and agility of a superb Seeker and the aura of a rebel he sauntered to the front of the class to hand in his parchment before turning on his heel to leave. However as he passed Granger, he couldnt resist whispering, you dont get graded on it, you know. She gave him a withering look that sent his spirits soaring. Thats more like it Mudblood, Draco thought as he strutted out of McGonagalls room, slowly making his way back to the dungeons.
He was approaching the entrance to the Slytherin common room when he was suddenly dragged into a dingy alcove where light refused to penetrate. This should really be more unusual than it is, Draco thought somewhat casually, bringing his hands gently up over the girls firm, tight arse. The heady sensations of pleasure ran through his viens as he heard her take a sharp intake of air and tremble slightly.This is nice. Detention then a quick fumble outside the common room. He nipped the cool, pale skin of her neck as he pushed her hard against the cold stone wall. Her hands came up around to fiercely pull his lips down to her own and then even in his own words, fireworks exploded and all of his thought process stopped. His mind was purely focused on touching, tasting and exploring. God this girl is good, its almost as though its . . . he lips and fingers froze, no it cant be! He instinctively backed away from her slightly and into the light.
Draco. Dont you think there are better, more private places for your exploits? Snape snapped, awakening Draco from his temporary daze. He starred unseeingly into the dead grey eyes of his Head of House who he had the unfortunate luck of stepping right out infront of. Draco automatically reached his hands out into the darkness and pushed Granger further into the darkness, making sure he was covering her with his own body. Please dont decide to punish us now, Draco silently begged. Please!
Yes Sir, Draco murmured dutifully and without a touch of the nervousness he felt. This was one moment when he was very pleased that he his father had demanded he take a rigorous, all inclusive program of lessons that hid ones emotions and thoughts. Without a trace of fear, he wordlessly strengthened his barriers against any intrusion his teacher might attempt to make into his mind. Thankfully there was no need and the Professor simply looked at him pointedly before side stepping his pupil and continuing on his way into the Slytherin Common Room. Draco exhaled loudly as the heavy, green tinted, lead door slammed noisily shut behind his Godfather.
Dont forget Malfoy, you owe me. Granger whispered quietly in his ear, shocking him to his very core. Whether it was out of surprise or desire, Draco wasnt sure but tingles definitely ran down his spine as she gently brushed passed him. Defiantly he forced himself to get a reality check; nobody makes you go all mushy. Shes a Mudblood for fucks sake you wanker!
Roughly he grasped hold of her delicate wrist and snarled, like hell I do. A Malfoy never owes anyone anything. Were above all that crap! His chin jutted up slightly demonstrating his pride at belonging to one of the oldest surviving pureblood families. It didnt matter that they were as inextricably tied to Lord Voldermort as the sun was to the moon. It didnt matter that they had built their fortune on the bad luck and deaths of others. It didnt matter that half the time he felt choked and suffocated when he thought of what it meant to be him. Draco Malfoy was part of the greatest Wizarding family the world had ever seen whereas Granger didnt even belong in this world.
So thats why your entire familys enslaved to Voldermort? Because youre free from all your debts! Granger angrily replied without showing a trace of trepidation, dragging her wrist out of his grasp. Just mark mine right down next to his. She whispered, walking away from him determinedly.
Like hell I will, Granger. Draco murmured as calmly as he could possibly manage. When are you gonna realise youre a worthless little shit who would be better off jumping off a cliff than forcing your existence on us any longer?
Talking bullshit again are we Malfoy? You know you should really see someone for your delusions because for a worthless little shit I can do a lot including making you scream. Draco was left speechless by her words, he was so incredibly stunned by her remark that he didnt even think about a comeback. Did Granger actually just say that? Draco thought. Gobsmacked with shock he wordlessly starred at her retreating back. Granger never says stuff like that. This is Granger where on about. Nobody would ever believe . . . . Now Draco thought about it there was a lot of stuff people would never believe Granger was capable of. It seemed she only ever revealed her darker attributes around him and had the entire of the rest of the world thinking she was a goody-two-shoes. Well, shell slip up sometime and when she does Ill be there and reveal the true Hermione Granger to the rest of the world. Cant see Potter or Weasel being too happy when they know some of the stuff shes been up to. Deep inside he knew these were empty treats because in order to reveal Granger he would have to reveal himself, but nevertheless he enjoyed revelling in the fantasy of getting revenge and whipping that self-righteous smile off her o-so-luscious lips.
A/N: So there is was! What did you think? In the next chapter, its detention with Madame Prince & Draco and Hermione make an interesting discovery in the library that sets events in motion that the entire wizarding world are not ready to cope with . . . .