HEY GUYS! HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER! I didn't edit this one because it was too long and I have limited time. So, sorry if there are any errors! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Please review! :D
Hermione and Terrence were the talk of the whole school after their entrance. A Gryffinor and a Slytherin being friends was unheard of – but they were much more than that. Hermione and Terrence were practically a couple. They haven't really talked about but it sure seemed that way. Their kiss sealed the deal.
Of course, once they entered the GreatHall, they had to go their separate ways to sit in their House table. Hermione avoided everyone and sat in between Neville and Luna.
Neville just seemed to gap at Hermione while eating but Luna was just describing everyone's expressions in her usual dreamy voice. Hermione blushed as she realized almost everyone in the Great Hall was staring at her and whispering. Two girls from Ravenclaw actually "accidentally bumped" Hermione as she was on her way to Professor McGonagall's. It's a well known fact that even though Terrence is a Slytherin, he was the guy whom most of the girls in Ravenclaw liked because of his brains and his looks. It was no shock all the Ravenclaws women were mad at Hermione but the guys seem quite happy about it. Some of her Gryffindor friends seemed too shocked to speak to her but a few others were happy for her. The little group who was happy for Hermione consisted of Luna, Ginny and Cho. Other than that, no one was quite happy but they were either angry or jealous nuts.
Hermione hasn't seen Ron and Harry's reaction yet but she presumed they wouldn't be pleasing. They would totally be against it. Harry was fine being friends with a Slytherin but Hermione wasn't sure if Harry was fine with her dating a Slytherin.
Hermione sighed as she picked up her already tattered books due to the "accidental bumps" the female Ravenclaws were giving her causing her to stumble and pick up her books half a dozen times. She jogged to Professor McGonagall's office, running late.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Hermione said, breathing heavily as she entered. Malfoy and Terrence were already there. Terrence beamed at Hermione but Malfoy seemed angry.
"Time is precious Ms. Granger. Anyway, you three will continue on your work. I assume you will be done by the hour I get back. If you are done with the work, your detention will end there. If not, you shall continue until you have finished. Go on, now," Profesor McGonagall instructed and left the three of them.
"Hi," Terrence greeted Hermione with a warm smile. Before Hermione could respond, her lips were moving in a synchronized motion with Terrence's.
"If you two are done shoving tongues each other's throat, maybe you'd like to do some work or do you think your "love" will conquer this room full of rubbish?" Malfoy mocked at them angrily.
Terrence and Hermione broke apart and glared at Malfoy.
"What the hell is your problem?" Hermione demanded, her anger boiling from the core of seeing Malfoy snog Pansy to him interrupting with Terrence.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe you two prats enjoy making a damn show to everyone? Walking in the Great Hall, oh how lovely! We should throw petals of roses at you and get it over with. Disgusting is what the two of you are! And everyone agrees!" Malfoy spat angrily.
"Well, I'm sorry if I didn't light any scented candles when I walked in on you and Pansy gargling on each other's face! You hypocritical arse!" Hermione snapped.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" Malfoy shouted, his face white and the veins in his neck could be seen.
"Try me, Draco! Try me!" Hermione said, walking to Draco's face, her arms outstretched as if to say "Hit me with your hardest!"
Terrence dragged Hermione away from Draco who was resisting. Oh how Hermione would love to punch that face again. She never stopped glaring at Malfoy and so did Malfoy. The rage, the hatred she felt for Malfoy - it was controlling her. Her hand prickled so bad at reaching her wand which Professor McGonagall forgot to take. She was just shaking. She had raised hopes for Malfoy before but now, she knew, Draco Malfoy would never change. He would always be a prude, an arse, a bastard, a heartless person.
"Hermione, stop. He's not worth it," Terrence whispered in her ear as he restrained Hermione from probably punching Malfoy.
"Oh bloody hell. You two disgust me. Snogging on the halls, holding hands, what a laugh. If you two had any decency, you would go dunk your head in Filch's crap!" Malfoy said angrily.
"I know you're jealous Draco but could you just please shut your mouth," Terrence said abruptly, his eyes dangerously flashing.
The word "jealous" whirled on Hermione's head again. Jealous? Malfoy? Ha! Now that's a laugh.
"Me? Jealous? Who would I be jealous of? You, Terrence?" Malfoy mocked, rolling his eyes.
"Why? Because your with that Mudblood? Because your with that thing? Because you get to snog her? Because you get to cling on her like a cat? Am I supposed to be jealous your with that—that filthy piece of trash? Am I supposed to be jealous you get to touch the thing on her you call skin? Am I supposed to be jealous that you're wasting your life on a bushy haired- know it all freak? Am I supposed to be jealous of that? Tell me, Terrence! Am I?" Malfoy demanded angrily in a threatening voice.
"I think that's exactly why you're jealous," Terrence said calmly. Malfoy snapped his mouth shut and wore a face of shock.
"You're jealous because I get to kiss her, hold her, and talk to her. You're jealous because I'm with her." Terrence said in a calm voice. Malfoy still looked stricken and hasn't said anything.
Hermione was in a painful dilemma between staying mad and blushing furiously. Somehow, she managed to maintain her angry face while her face was flushing deep red.
"I-I would never be jealous of you! Or because of her!" Malfoy said angrily, finding his voice. His face was glistening with sweat as he glared at Terrence.
"Or perhaps you're jealous because all you have is Pansy? Strong personality, that Pansy, but you have to admit, she's nothing compared to Hermione. Every girl is nothing compared to Hermione. Hermione defended you – fighting with her friends just to protect you but you just turned on her too. Why? Because I'm with her. If you're not jealous, Draco then I don't know what you're so mad about," Terrence said trying to maintain his calmness but his voice grew angrier and angrier as he spoke.
Malfoy, still glaring at Terrence, took out his wand. For a moment, Hermione thought Malfoy was going to hex Terrence. Fortunately, Malfoy just flicked his wand and all the papers around them sorted themselves into the folders. In a minute or so, all the work they were supposed to do was done.
"I don't wish to waste my time with two mentals," Malfoy sneered, keeping his wand. With one last fleeting look of rage, Malfoy was out of the room, slamming the door as he left.
Hermione stood there, dumbfounded and outraged. She and Terrence didn't even complain that Malfoy used magic to do the work. They just wanted to be out there. They didn't talk to each other as they went out until they said their goodbyes.
"I'm sorry about that," Hermione whispered to Terrence, not meeting his eyes.
"It's not your fault. Malfoy just needs some…clearing up," Terrence said, sighing.
"Thank you, by the way, for you know, defending me," Hermione said, smiling at him.
"No problem. Also, what I said was true – you're more special than all the girls out there," Terrence said with deep sincerity.
Hermione, through the exhaustion, felt she was lifted off her feet and blushed.
"Thank you, Terrence." Hermione said, kissing him on the lips.
Finally, they said goodnights and after one last kiss, Hermione went back to her dorm.
Hermione crossed her fingers hoping Malfoy would be in his room. She didn't want to have another row with Malfoy even though she would very much like to punch him again. She needed some time alone to think. She took a deep breath when she was outside the portrait. She uttered the password and sure enough, Malfoy was in the common room.
Hermione stopped in her tracks and looked at Malfoy. His body was turned back on her, looking at the dancing flames at the fire place.
He seemed calmer, to Hermione's relief but she could still see a hint of anger in his face.
Hermione wasn't sure why but she didn't just walk into her room, she waited, as if to expect something to happen.
"What are you waiting for? Something to change?" Malfoy asked, his jaw clenched but still not turning around.
Hermione quietly walked towards him. She was standing behind him like the time he crept up on her but the difference was; Hermione wasn't going to touch him or anything. She was sick and tired of all the things that were happening.
"I already waited for you, Draco but I'm done. I've given up on you changing," Hermione said, her voice hard.
Hermione, not waiting for a response, went to her room – shutting everything behind her door, her hopes for Malfoy behind her.
• • • • • • •
The next day turned out to be horrid for Hermione. When she woke up, she was greeted by Pansy Parkinson in the common room. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Hermione could only think of one reason why Pansy was glaring at her in the common room.
"I know what the bloody hell you did at our ritual, you stinking Mudblood!" Pansy sneered angrily.
"I don't know what you're babbling about Pansy. This is the quarters for Head Boy and Girl, you shouldn't be here." Hermione said sternly. Terrence had warned her about this day coming but Hermione wasn't worried. She wasn't scared of Pansy. She wasn't scared of anything right now.
"You know where you shouldn't be? At the Slytherin ritual! You've got some guts, Granger. Bringing your arse to our ritual and then dating Terrence, a Slytherin." Pansy said, trying to keep her voice calm but it ended up sounding like her choking.
"You don't have proof, Parkinson. And yeah, I'm dating Terrence. What are you going to do about it?" Hermione challenged, sizing against Pansy. Hermione faced Death Eaters, the Ministry, Dementors and Voldemort – Pansy was hardly anyone to be scared of. Hermione was also sick of people trampling and using her. She wasn't going to let it happen again. She wasn't going to be defeated by Pansy or anyone by that matter.
"Acting so tough eh, you little Gryffindor prat? Beware you filthy Mudblood." Pansy sneered as she made a dramatic exit of the dorm.
Hermione just had the urge to throw and trash everything around her. Everything in her life right now was wrong. She needn't another enemy but now, she had Pansy as her enemy – not that they were ever not enemies – and probably the whole Slytherin too. Great. Brilliant. Just what she needed for the day.
Hermione walked to the Great Hall alone. She still wasn't talking to Harry and Ron. She missed them terribly but she had nothing to be sorry about. She sighed as she sat again between Neville and Luna. It started to seem that place was her permanent position.
Hermione noticed Luna was wearing the Gryffinor Lion hat, the one that can roar.
"It's the first Quidditch game, didn't you know?" Luna said, seeing Hermione's confused face.
How could Hermione remember? Really, she didn't keep up anymore without Harry and Ron around her.
"Are you watching?" Neville asked Hermione.
"Yeah," Hermione said. Even though she wasn't speaking to Ron, she was still going to keep her promise by watching.
Hermione felt someone was staring at her and when she turned her head. It wasn't only one person staring at her – it was the whole Slytherin table, glaring and sneering at Hermione.
Oh bloody hell, Hermione thought.
Suddenly, it dawned on Hermione.
Who told the Slytherins she was there?
Hermione felt stupid for even thinking about it as she glanced at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was whispering into Pansy's ear while sneering. So Malfoy sold her. Hermione must have looked dangerous since Neville inched a bit away from Hermione.
Hermione, only eating little to avoid the Slytherins, went to her class. She tried to avoid people as much as possible but of course she wasn't successful.
On her way she was blocked by 3 girls from Slytherins and was ganging up on her.
"Think you can just bring your tutu shoes in our turf?" One girl asked roughly, glaring at Hermione.
"Filthy Mudblood setting foot on out House!" The other made an ugly sneer.
"Get out of my way!" Hermione demanded and tried to squeeze through them but they were bigger and were at least a foot taller than Hermione.
"Or what? Going to get your friends? Oh wait, you don't have any!" One mocked loudly.
"Try fooling us, Slytherins, you Mudblood, you'll wish you never went to Hogwarts," Another one threatened in a whisper as soon as she saw Professor Flitwick going their way.
With one last discreet shove to Hermione, they marched away. Hermione felt angry but tired at the same time. It was morning and here she was, having the time of her life being shoved by Slytherins.
That was hardly the end of it though.
Outside the Potions classroom, two Slytherin guys made sure Hermione suffered as well. Hermione was going to go in the Potions classroom when she felt two rough hands on her back and shoved her painfully onto a wall. Her head hurt very much from the impact of the push, Hermione's head throbbed as she tried to stand up. Pain shot up from her body to her head. Her vision blurred a little as she tried to see who did it to her.
In front of her were two Slytherin guys she didn't know but she knew they were at her year. Unashamedly, the guy pushed her again. Thankfully, she didn't hit the wall this time and just stumbled on the floor. Her head aching, she saw the two very same guys stepping over her books past her.
"Hey!" A familiar voice said angrily.
"We'll deal with them later Ron. She needs our help," Another voice belonging to Harry said.
Hermione felt two strong arms help her up. Pain shot up again to her head. It was throbbing painfully and Hermione's vision was a little blurry.
"Oh no, her head's gushing blood. I'll get those little pricks later. Hermione, can you hear me?" Ron asked angrily.
"Yeah," Hermione muttered as her vision started to stabilize.
"We should bring you to Madam Pomfrey's," Harry said as she supported her one side and Ron on the other.
"No, no, no! I'm fine guys, really. It's just a little blood really," Hermione muttered as she tried to maintain her balance. She could feel a soft trickle of blood going down her head but she wasn't going to spend another day in the clinic. She would feel defeated again.
"I don't know, Hermione…" Ron said, looking at her worriedly.
"I'm fine, really. Thanks for helping me, you guys. I've missed you," Hermione smiled at them forcefully, her head still throbbing.
"" Hermione muttered, pointing her wand to her head. Slowly, the cut on her head began to heal and the throbbing eventually faded away.
"Hermione, I'm really sorry for not apologizing sooner. I was a big arse," Ron said apologetically.
"I'm sorry too," Hermione smiled graciously.
"Finally, you had the guts," Harry told Ron, slapping him on the back.
Hermione didn't even complain or dwell on the bullying she received. She was happy – ecstatic that she and her friends were talking again. Hermione didn't let her dignity down by Slytherins and continued reciting and earning points for Gryffindor. Whenever the teachers turned around, the Slytherins would do nasty tricks on Hermione involving "accidentally bumping" her, throwing stuff at her or just glaring at her.
"Why do the Slytherins keep on making your life miserable?" Ron asked as he glared at the Slytherin who bumped Hermione.
Hermione, deciding that her friends deserve the truth, told them.
"Wow. No wonder they're being so cruel. A Gryffindor in their precious dungeon." Harry commented.
"Yeah well, I'm not really scared of them. They can't hurt me without getting into trouble," Hermione said.
"We'll be there, Hermione," Ron said with a huge grin.
"We're with you," Harry said with an equally huge grin.
"Whatever happens?" Hermione asked matching their grins.
"Whatever happens," The three friends said as they hugged each other while laughing.
It was the same promise they made to Harry before they searched for the Horcruxes last year. It seemed like such a distant memory but the very quote defined the strength of their friendship.
"Well, it's 30 minutes before the game and players should be on the field before it starts to warm up. Stay with Neville and Luna, okay?" Ron told Hermione before he and Harry left for the game.
"Don't worry about me but be sure to win against the Slytherins, okay?" Hermione said mischievously.
"That we will most definitely do," Harry assured.
"Brilliant! I'll just put my stuff back in my dorm and then I'll go to the Quidditch match," Hermione said, waving at Harry and Ron.
Hermione skipped down the empty hallways to her dorm, feeling happier than she should.
Hermione felt someone boring stares into her back. She stopped in her tracks and looked around. No one was there. Flustered, she kept walking but with a nervous feeling.
Suddenly, she heard someone scream "Now!"
Hermione's instinct was to reach for her wand but it was too late.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Someone shrieked.
Hermione was hit by the jinx on her back. Hermione couldn't move. She was in a frozen state. Before she could see who her attacker was, a bag of cloth was placed on her face and then she felt herself losing consciousness…someone must have put another hex on her, Hermione thought. After that, everything just went black.
• • • • • •
Hermione woke up and felt dizzy. Her eyes were still blindfolded and she was restricted by ropes. Hermione tried to listen and feel her surroundings. One, she was hanging from a rope that was tied around her waist and her wrists were tied behind her back. Two, she could hear whispers and laughter. Other than that, she had no clue what was going on.
"H-Hello?" Hermione asked nervously.
"She's awake!" A voice announced. Hermione didn't like the sound of their excitement around her. If they think a girl tied on ropes was exciting, Hermione didn't know what was coming yet.
"The filthy Mudblood crashed our ritual!" Someone shrieked to the crowd. Hermione recognized it as Pansy's voice and the crows was probably the Slytherins. Hermione felt nervous. Everyone would be in the Quidditch game and no one would know she was missing. She needed to escape – fast.
"What shall we do with this piece of dirt?" Pansy shrieked again.
Hermione could imagine running amongst the crows screaming things.
"Torture her!"
"Let her pay!"
The crows screamed viciously. Hermione felt really nervous at this point. They had obviously taken her wand and the ropes around her were no ordinary ropes, they were placed with magic. Without a wand, Hermione's hope of escaping was miracle.
"Exactly! Let us show this Gryffindor Mudblood no one messes with the children of Salazar Slytherin!" Pansy roared. The crows around Hermione roared in agreement.
"Wands out! No one hesitate to show mercy to this Mudblood!" Pansy shrieked.
Hermione, bit her lip and prepared for whatever was going to happen.
All at one, spells, jinxes were thrown at Hermione.
"Diffindo!"
"Flipendo!"
"Impedimenta!"
Hermione lost track of the voices who threw jinxes at her. All at once, she could feel jinxes hitting her body. She lost track as everyone around her threw their jinx at her. Pain, confusion, weakness, suffering was all Hermionce could feel. She screamed out in pain at every jinx that was thrown at her. Her body burned and was in pain. She could every part of her aching and she knew they would never stop. Hermione screamed and screamed at the pain she was getting. She tried to struggle out of her ropes but it was useless. Every inch of her body was probably damaged and cut. Voices around her roared angrily as they threw hexes at Hermione.
"Stop! Stop!" Hermione screamed as loud as she could but she knew she was not heard. Beneath the blindfolds, Hermione was crying out of pain. The endless jinxes and pain that was thrown to her felt like it would never stop. It felt like she would be there forever suffering.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Please! Stop! Stop!" Hermione screamed as loud as she could as she was hit by multiple jinxes.
"SHOW NO MERCY!" Pansy roared and more jinxes were thrown at Hermione.
Hermione felt like she might die. In fact, she knew she was going to die. She couldn't bear the pain any longer and she knew any minute now, she was going to die. Would she die like this? Would anyone do anything about it? Would anyone even know she was missing? What about her friends? Her family? Her life? Hermione felt she would die. She didn't know how her body could last any longer.
Every jinx thrown at her felt like a stab of a knife.
"STOP! STOP! STOP! PLEASE! STOP! STOP!" Hermione screamed as loud as she could, her blindfold soaked from her tears.
"STOP!" Hermione cried out loud. She didn't want to die. She didn't want all her hard work gone. She wanted to live her life but it seemed impossible at the moment.
Hermione, sure that her death was coming, didn't scream again. Instead, she thought of all the memories she had. Jinxes still hurting her but she refused to beg again. She thought of Harry, Ron, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Terrence, her family…
Hermione didn't know how long they kept throwing jinxes at her. Maybe it was just for a minute or ten or maybe an hour but she was surprised to see she was alive but that didn't stop them.
Hermione could feel the blood trickling all over her body, the throbbing pain from the wounds and she could hear the shrieks of delight around her.
Hermione accepted her coming death. She had thought of everything that happened to her. She was unwilling but ready to die…
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"A voice suddenly roared from the crows, above the voices who were throwing jinxes at her. At once, Hermione felt hope, her spirits rose. Someone was here; someone was going to save her. Hermione cried from relief, from pain and from everything.
No one threw jinxes at Hermione anymore.
"We thought to give the little Mudblood a punishment!" A voice said.
"DIFFINDO!" The voice roared. Hermione prepared for the jinx but it didn't hit her. It was for someone else.
"I don't understand!" Pansy shrieked her voice pleading and desperate.
"HERMIONE! HERMIONE! YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR THIS!" The voice roared angrily. Hermione recognized the voice. Hermione cried even harder. The voice of whom her savior belonged to was Draco Malfoy.
"HERMIONE! GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Malfoy roared angrily. Hermione could hear and imagine Malfoy throwing jinxes at everyone in his way.
"Malfoy, Malfoy…" Hermione muttered through her bleeding lips.
"HERMIONE! WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?" Malfoy demanded angrily, his voice deadly and threatening. Hermione could hear Pansy shrieking and trying to explain to Malfoy.
"DUFFINDO!" Malfoy shouted.
Hermione felt the ropes around her loosening and slipping away but she also felt herself falling. She landed into someone's arms, her wounds responding painfully to the touch. Hermione felt someone remove her blindfolds.
Hermione took a minute or two to adjust her sight with the darkness only lit by multiple wands around her and the tears on her eyes. Finally, she saw that she was staring into Draco Malfoy's eyes. His beautiful face creased in worry and anger. Hermione gave a small weak smile. She felt safe in his arms.
"Don't go out on me, Hermione. We'll get you better," Malfoy whispered, looking down on her. Hermione didn't say anything being too weak.
She felt that she was being carried by Malfoy in his strong arms.
"What are you doing?" Pansy shrieked, blocking their way, gesturing to Hermione.
"YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE IN THIS ROOM WILL PAY FOR THIS! I WILL MAKE SURE OF THAT!" Malfoy roared angrily.
Stricken, Pansy moved out of their way and let them pass. At once they were outside, Hermione squinted as light shone. Malfoy broke into a run, carrying Hermione in his arms.
"We'll get help, Hermione. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let this happen Hermione. I'm sorry…"
Those were the last words Hermione heard from Malfoy as she slept away in defeat.
• • • • • •
Hermione blinked her eyes. She was once again, in Madam Promfey's. She remembered what happened to her and instantly looked at her body. She was mostly healed but there some scars here and there. Hermione stared at her arms and legs. She was wrong. Almost every inch of her was covered in scars. She looked hideous.
"You're awake! Oh thank goodness! I'll call them!" Madam Pomfrey said as if she might die of relief and scurried away.
After a minute or two, she returned with Professor McGonagall, Malfoy, Harry, Ron, Professor Snape and Hagrid.
She was bombarded with questions at once.
"Stop! Hermione, do you remember anything?" Professor McGonagall asked. Hermione told her everything she remembered.
"Do you know who exactly did it to you?" She asked.
"N-no," Hermione lied. She wasn't sure why but she didn't want any more war with the Slytherins.
"I see. Well, I am glad you're awake now and glad that Mr. Malfoy saved you. Trust me Hermione, this will not proceed without punishment to whoever did this to you," Professor McGonagall assured.
"Most unfortunate to hear what happened to you, Ms. Granger, " Snape said, giving Hermione a slight nod. "I am just here to leave the potion that will make all your scars disappear without a trace," He left a tiny vial of liquid beside Hermione's bed and left with Professor McGonagall.
"Hermione! How are you? We're terribly sorry we weren't there for you! I know we promised to protect you but oh we were stupid! Forgive us, Hermione! We wanted to die when we found out! I'm sorry!" Ron cried out.
"We were worried Hermione! You've slept for 3 days! It was really lucky Malfoy found you. We are sorry, Hermione. We shouldn't have left you. We should have stayed by your side. We've let you down. I'm sorry. It was lucky Malfoy found you…we can't thank him enough." Harry said.
Hermione turned her gaze to Malfoy.
"Thank you," She croaked. Malfoy nodded back.
Hermione told all of them the story that happened to her but this time, she admitted the Slytherins did it to her. Hermione noticed all three boys' fists and jaws were clenching and fury flashed in their eyes.
"How did you find her?" Ron asked Malfoy.
"We were playing Quidditch and hardly any Slytherin was on our bench and it was quite suspicious. I stopped looking for the Snitch and noticed Hermione wasn't there –" Malfoy explained.
"So you suddenly left the game," Harry nodded.
"Yes and I went to our House…we have a secret room there and that's where I found them and Hermione," Malfoy said, his eyes flashing.
After a series of more questions and answers, Harry and Ron left before promising to re-visit Hermione. Malfoy, however stayed.
"Malfoy…Thank you," Hermione whispered. Malfoy was sitting beside her bed now.
"Don't thank me. I think I would've died if I haven't found you sooner…I wish I did. They're all going to pay, Hermione. Don't worry about it. What they've done to you…I can't. I can't take it if anything bad happened to you," Malfoy whispered.
Hermione didn't speak and stared at Malfoy's beautiful face. Malfoy saved Hermione. Malfoy saved Hermione from death. Suddenly, Hermione heart thudded again. She blinked back her tears and stared at Malfoy.
She felt something she never felt before. Malfoy stared back. None of them said anything. Malfoy stood up and Hermione was about to protest. Without warning, Malfoy placed a gentle kiss on her forehead sending shivers down Hermione's spine.
"Draco…" Hermione's voice quivered.
"I'm sorry," Malfoy whispered.
"For what? You saved me," Hermione asked.
"For everything," Draco whispered. He gently held her hand and kissed the top of her hand. Hermione's heart thudded loudly than before. What was this…?
That's it! I hope that satisfies you guys! That was some heavy drama right there but I'll make it lighter in the next chapters. I think Hermione deserves a break. Anyway, REVIEWS ARE APPRECIATED! I'll try to update in maybe 3-4 days. Thank you!
