MARY-SUE AND GARY-STU DO HOGWARTS
CHAPTER SEVEN: DUDE, NOT COOL
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The corridors of Hogwarts were deserted, which did not much surprise Hermione, since lessons were in progress. The thing that caused her a feeling of unsettlement was that she hardly even cared. Besides, all of her lessons so far had turned out to be like her Potions class that morning. So, instead, here she was, tagging closely behind the Slytherin Prince himself as they searched for the boy who's heart she had unknowingly claimed.
"Where do you think they could have gone?" Hermione asked Draco's back as he hurried along ahead of her.
"We'll find out soon enough," Draco replied as he came to a sudden stop at the end of the corridor. He stiffened as he listened, and then smirked in triumph. "Ah, yes ... do you hear that?"
"Potter, how dare you insinuate that our love is not real!"
"Well, it sure is fishy that you and her are-"
"Don't even speak to me, Weasley! You aren't worth the ground she walks upon!"
Hermione and Draco exchanged a quick glance before jogging off in the direction of Harry, Ron, and Blaise's voices. They came from behind the closed door of an unoccupied classroom, and when the two of them entered the room they found exactly what they expected to see. Harry and Ron stood together, opposed by Blaise, and all three boys had their wands extracted.
"Blaise!" Hermione blurted out.
At the sound of her voice, he immediately lowered his guard and turned to face her. "Hermione-?"
Hermione gasped as she realized the chain of events that she had initiated. As soon as Blaise's attention was away from the two boys he had previously been fighting with, Harry and Ron took their chance to overcome their rival.
"Stupefy!" they both yelled.
Streams of red light burst forth from the ends of their wands, and collided with Blaise's unprotected chest. The impact was enough to force Blaise off his feet and en route towards the wall behind him. Before he had even begun to know what happened, he was unconscious.
"Blaise!" Hermione shrieked in worry before running the length of the classroom towards him. In the back of her mind, she wondered how her oldest school friends would interpret her actions, but in the moment, this was what felt right for her to do.
She bent down next to him, and turned his exotic face towards her. The impact against the wall had broken his bottom lip, and a bruise was beginning to develop on his brow line. As tears welled up in her eyes, she vaguely realized that Draco had taken Blaise's place against Harry and Ron, though in a more active and efficient way.
She jarred when she felt an iron grip around the top of her arm. "Come on, we have to go before someone finds us."
"Draco, we can't just leave him here," she spoke in developing hysterics.
He shook his head. "We have no choice. If we're lucky, the Memory Charms that I put on Potter and Weasley will work, and they'll believe that they had actually dueled with Blaise, instead of me. They won't recollect our presence. Now, come on, before McGonagall or someone shows up!"
"But, Blaise-"
"-Will be safe here," Draco hurriedly told her in waning patience. "Get a hold of yourself, Granger. I thought you didn't like Blaise."
"I thought so too, but-"
"It's Raven," Draco clutched her by the shoulders and shook her ever so slightly. "She's made you fall for Blaise, Granger. Get over it. We need to get rid of her before something even worse happens!"
"Worse?" Hermione replied in a small voice. "What could be worse-? No. Leave me here! I need to stay with Blaise!"
She shook herself from Draco's grip and returned to Blaise's side. Draco's grey eyes narrowed as he stared at her in annoyance. Not entirely sure if he was entirely in line with what he was about to do, he grabbed her by the arm again. She would thank him for it, later on.
Hermione reeled in shock as her numbed mind realized what Draco had just done to her. Her mouth still agape in awe, she raised a trembling hand to the developing blemish on her inflamed cheek.
"You-?"
"Hit you, yes," Draco stood taller when he realized that the fanaticism that had been present in her eyes mere moments before had now disappeared. "You can thank me for it later. Remind me, Granger: what are our goals?"
"To get rid of Raven," she slowly replied in a near mumble. "You didn't have to hit me, though."
"Well, talking sure wasn't getting me anywhere," Draco told her with a sneer as he moved towards the classroom door. "Now, follow me. We're going to Hogsmeade."
