Just One of Those Days
Chapter Six
By Angel
Last time:
I stood in the moonlit hall for a moment, watching her retreating form. Look what this girl had done to me…I was becoming soft. I chuckled, father wouldn't like that …hell wouldn't like the fact that I was dating a muggle…
Well I don't care how mad he gets, nothing will keep me away from her…I suppose it doesn't even matter too much now, seeing is how I never actually planned on returning to the Malfoy Manner. No matter how much my father thinks I'm going to become a Death Eater and Voldemort's right hand man, he's wrong. I have no intentions on surviving that bastard.
Even in my first years here, when I was loyal to my father, I didn't have any intentions on working for Voldemort. That monster didn't care who he killed, he'd kill me if I did anything wrong, so why bother signing loyalty to him? He'd just kill me eventually.
But Hermione was making me soft. Even though I admitted to changing, I was still mostly the same. I didn't make fun of Hermione and her friends, but I was still cocky, rude, self-centered and all the rest of that.
And I guess I still am.
Just not to her. Nor do I plan to be.
I growled, the thought just occurred to me that if I plan on being with Hermione, I would probably have to be nice to Potter and the Weasel. I didn't like the idea of that.
True, I didn't hate them, but there was not way in hell I liked them! Golden Boy was so bent on being the center of attention, that he didn't care who or what he put into danger to do it! And the Weasel was so poor he couldn't even buy himself manners. And his temper! He jumped to conclusions like there was no tomorrow. I pitied Hermione for having to deal with it. No doubt both of them would give her a hard time about all of this.
I wondered if there would be a fight between the three of us…? I wondered if Weasley still liked Hermione…? Those were all possibilities…
I don't see why she bothers with them…they've never treated her great, yeah sure, they were friends, but when it came down to the closer of the three it was obviously Weasley and Potter. Hermione was like a third wheel to them. They'd leave her in an instant for the other.
I laughed, maybe they should be a couple, why bother with girls when they have themselves…!
Hmph! That'd be a funny sight to see…Potter and Weasley snogging in a closet…Well…maybe not…not funny, just …ewwwwww…
I put the thought in the back of my mind and buried it. Deep.
Any way, back to Hermione…I still couldn't figure out why they were friends. They obviously were on her intellectual level…but all in all, I guess I can't figure out who else she would hang out with…
Lavender and Parvati were both giggling idiots…Neville was as dumb as the rest, if not worse…Seamus…Dean? No they weren't for her either…so I guess Potty and Weasley were the best.
Whatever, I'm not interested in them, just her.
I headed back to the Slytherin Dorm, no doubt Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and the others were back to normal.
Oh well, I'll just Stupefy them again, no big deal to me…~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione's POV:
I walked back to the Gryffindor Dorm, a little shaken, weak in the knees.
That was interesting.
First of all, Draco pounding at the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room. Then Professor Dumbledore letting us go with no punishment at all! If it was McGonagall, Snape, or Filch, we'd be dead! No hope of coming back! Guess it was just our dumb luck!
But still that was weird! Bloody weird!
And then of course the fact that I had agreed to go to the Yule Ball with Draco!
Draco Malfoy.
Well, I guess I was pass the fact that he was a Malfoy, but what about Krum? What if he did try to do something…hurt Draco…hurt me…
I didn't like the idea of that …but Draco was right, Krum was an idiot, no sense what so ever. Neville would be able to take him on!
I'll worry about it later, all I wanted to do was go to sleep.
I reached the Fat Lady, "Chocolate Frogs," I murmured with a yawn.
Damn.
I was tired.
She gave me a scowl.
"What? I gave you the bloody password, let me in!" I was too tired and grouchy to deal with this.
She scrunched her nose in a "Higher Then Thou" look, "Your little friend gave me a bruise! How rude, knocking on my face like that!" her tone irritated.
"Good, serves you right!" I mumbled under my breath. She didn't hear me. "I'm really sorry he did that, now will you please let me in?" I said as nicely as possible.
She didn't reply, she just swung open.
I wondered in, Ron was sitting on the couch, watching the now lit fire. The flames like dancers possessed by their own passions.
"Where we you?" he asked curiously, not even a bit angry.
That threw me off.
I smiled lightly and sat next to him, another yawn escaping my lips, "Draco came pounding on the Fat Lady's face," I said with a chuckle.
Ron smiled, "Great! Now she'll be up-tight all week!"
"Yeah, I've already had to deal with it…"
Our laughter died and we were placed in an akward silence for a minute.
"So what did he what?" he finally asked. "Late night snogging session?" he joked.
I couldn't help but laugh as I shook my head, "No…" my voice trailed. I wasn't exactly sure why he came to see me; in his hastied talking, I remember him saying something about a bad dream.
"…Bad dream I think…" I said, though not really talking to Ron any more, more like letting my gaze drift to the comforting fire, trying to recall all that had happened.
Ron's laughter broke my concentration.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"What's wrong? Big, bad Malfoy afraid of a little dream!?" he said in a mocking baby voice.
"Hey!" I defended. "It's not funny, I died in that dream…I think…"
Ron stopped laughing, "You died?" he asked, now a bit pale.
"Yeah, in his dream…why?" I didn't get what was going on.
"N-n-no reason…s-see ya Herm…" with that he rushed back to the boy's room.
That was weird…
Harry's POV:
Beds are so comfy, soft, and fluffy…Emmmm…sleep is great, necential too…and boy do I need it!
Ron and I heard the pounding on the portrait, both, for some reason, figured it was Malfoy. We were going to wait for Hermione to get back and make sure he was okay, but Ron insisted he'd do it.
He'd changed a lot, Ron had. Grown taller, his red hair had lightened somewhat (probably from all the sun he got from playing Quidditch), all his freckles were still there, but according to most of the Gryffindor girls, they just made him cute. I dunno, to me, Ron is Ron.
His temper had sorta…kinda…maybe a little, died down. Okay, maybe it hasn't, but that's fine.
"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" And here he comes.
He nearly pounced me.
"What!?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "I just go to sleep and you wake me up!?"
"Remember that dream you had a few nights ago? The one were Hermione dies?" he sounded panicked.
"Yeah why?"
That was the most frightening dream I've ever had. Hermione tortured by, I shuddered at the name, Luscious Malfoy. I say Voldemort without a second's remorse or ounce of fright, but what Luscious did to Herm…it was sickening. Torturing and beating her the way he did. And all the time Draco was screaming for him to stop…
"Malfoy had the same dream!" Ron said, his voice still scared.
My eyes widened, "What!? But you and I both had that dream, now Malfoy has it!?" I didn't believe this! Was this some weird sign? Like when my scar hurt? Ron and I each had the same dream, each saw Hermione tortured to death by Luscious Malfoy and now Draco has the same dream!?
"Yeah, Hermione told me about it! The reason Malfoy came here was because he got scared of the dream he had, the dream where 'Mione died!"
I thought for a second, "Are you sure it was the same dream?"
Ron thought for a second, "Well, I dunno if it was exactly the same, but …"
"What did Hermione say?" I asked.
"She said that Malfoy came to make sure she was okay because of a bad dream he had. And in the dream she died," he explained.
"Well, then maybe it was another dream, we don't know that it involved his father."
Ron nodded, "Let's go see him…let's find out, I have to know!"
"Okay…" I was actually going to say that myself, if it was the same dream…then, well…I didn't know what it meant, but I was pretty sure it wasn't good.
We grabbed my Invisibility Cloak, this thing was awfully helpful for sneaking around.
We rushed to the dungeons, passing both Snape and Miss. Norris. Neither of them suspected a thing. Ron and I were so used to sneaking around at night that we made little or no sound at all.
In no time we were at the dungeons.
"Should we knock?" Ron asked, some what sarcastic.
"Might as well, that's what Malfoy did…" I replied.
So we knocked.
And we knocked loud.
Draco's POV:
I had just gotten into bed when there was knocking at the entrance, Please let it be Hermione…I thought, slightly agitated.
I opened the door.
No one was there.
And then there was, Potter and Weasley both stood there. Damn that invisibility cloak!
"What do you want!?" I demanded, I was far too tired to be nice.
Weasley glared, "We need to talk!" he demanded.
I smirked, "What? About Hermione? Still in love with her Weasel? Too bad, she's mine now, and I won't let you have her!" I informed him smugly.
His eyes seemed to blaze with hate, but the Golden Boy held him back, "Look Malfoy, this is about Hermione, but not what you think…what was your dream about?" he asked coolly.
I was a bit taken back. How did they know? Must have bothered Hermione about it, "None of your business Potty!" I spat.
He lowered his tone, too an almost deadly degree, "Look Malfoy," he spat out my name. "Both Ron and I had a dream involving Herm, and if you had the same one we want to know…" his voice trailed, he was almost frightening.
Almost.
"What was your dream? Cause you know…I am a male, a teenage one in fact, so I've had more then one kind of dream about Hermione…" I knew that would piss of the Weasel.
It did.
He lunged at me, "You son of a bitch!"
I dodged his attack easily, "You're pathetic…" I redirected my gaze to Potter. "What was your dream?" my voice turned serious.
Potter helped pick up his weak friend, "Hermione died. Tortured…by your father…" his voice trailing again.
I swallowed hard, "Did the Weasel have the same dream?" I asked.
"Yeah…"
"Me too, in the dungeons at the Malfoy Manner, with a whip…my father…hurt her so badly…" I think my voice cracked.
Potter nodded sheepishly, he looked sick…pale, "Yeah, that was ours too…What does it mean?" he asked.
"I don't know, why are you asking me? Just because each of us had a dream about Hermione doesn't mean anything!" I shot back, but I wasn't convinced.
"Look Malfoy…I love Hermione," Weasley finally spoke.
My eyes widened at his sudden statement, Potter's jaw dropped.
"I don't want to see her hurt…" he continued. "So maybe this is nothing, but maybe it's not. I think…for now…we should call a truce…work together to protect her. Just in case."
It must have taken a lot of him to say that right then. I admired that, "Alright. Truce."
We shook hands.
"Now get out!" I said harshly, but still in a light tone, to let them know I was joking.
To protect Hermione, I'd even work with the Weasel and Golden Boy.