WITH OR WITHOUT YOU

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Chapter IX

Malfoy was right. Snape was really in a bad mood and Neville was the one who suffered much. Severus made him change places and put him beside Milla Bulstrode (hope it's right). She gave him an hour and a half of hell. And, as their potion went wrong, she blamed him. There's no need to say that Snape agreed, apologized for putting Neville to make the potion with her and took ten points from Gryffindor cause Neville wanted to prejudice a Slytherin student.

Malfoy and his cronies laughed. Hermione, Harry and Ron could barely disguise their fury. Neville was red, but not because he was ashamed, but cause he was really angry. He caught his books, put them in the rucksack and was leaving the class.

"Where are you going, mister Longbottom?" he asked harshly.

"To the transfiguration class, professor". He answered looking in his eyes.

"But... we're not done here yet. Sit down".

"But I'm done, professor".

"I beg you pardon?" Snape said slowly, threatening in each word.

"You already said my potion is wrong and there's no more time left to make another, so there's no need for me to stay here". He turned his back at him.

"Mister Longbottom, you can only leave the class when I allow you to!"

Neville sighed. "You just want me to seat here looking at you then?"

"ANOTHER ten points from Gryffindor!"

"Neville, please sit". Hermione asked in a whisper.

He turned around and went back to his seat.

Snape walked towards him. "I don't need this kind of behavior in my class, mister Longbottom. If you don't want to be banished, you'd better obey me".

He just looked at Snape angrily then turned his face to the wall.

"I guess teaching Neville this last years really made a difference on him, Harry".

Harry turned to Ron and smiled.

Five minutes later, Snape ordered to everyone to fill their bottles with the potions and put them on his table. Hermione left the blue liquid there and turned... burying her face on someone's chest.

"Can't help looking at my body, mudblood?" Malfoy smirked.

She raised her face and looked him in the eyes. "You wish". She pushed him to the side with an arm and went to Harry and Ron.

For a second, Malfoy wished she hadn't gone to them, but shook his head and returned to his normal self.

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"I'm starving!" Ron seated passing a hand over his belly.

"Thank God, McGonagall was in a good mood today" Harry looked at the table. "Wish the food was already here". He sighed.

"Hello, Ginny!"

"Hi, Hermione!" She seated by her side, right in front of Harry. "It's only noon and I'm so tired..."

"It's only the second day of school. How can you be tired?"

"Just you, Hermione, to don't think like that".

"Honestly!"

"Ah, food!" It appeared in front of them. Ron filled his plate. Everybody followed.

"Hermione?" Ginny whispered.

"Yes?"

"What really happened today?"

"What you mean?"

"Between you and Malfoy?"

She blushed. "Nothing".

"So, if it's nothing, why you blushed?"

Hermione blushed harder. Ginny kept staring at her. "I'll... I'll tell you later, Ginny".

"Ok... but I'll remember you, just in case". She grabbed the bottle of pumpkin juice and felt someone grabbing her hand and releasing it quickly.

"So... sorry, Ginny. I didn't see you were holding the bottle". Harry could feel his cheeks getting hot and his heart pounding. Stop it! It's only Ginny!

"That's ok, Harry. Here, let me fill your glass". She took his cup and shed the liquid inside. Why the hell he blushes? He wants to make me nuts? She put the cup in front of him.

"Thanks, Ginny".

"You're welcome", she smiled.

He tried to smile back.

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The rest of the day was alright. Professor Flitwick, as always, gave a light class, in comparison with the other professors. And Care of the Magical Creatures, for the first year, was really nice. Gryffindor was not put together with Slytherin for this class, instead they were having class with Huffle-Puff, which, they found, liked Hagrid.

"It was a nice class, wasn't it?" Hermione asked smiling.

"The best part was not having the slytherins with us". Harry turned to wave 'bye' to Hagrid.

They entered in the castle and took the stair on the right. The corridor was getting shorter.

"Well, Mione, see you at dinner". Ron stopped at the corner.

"Save a place for me, ok?"

"As you need to ask for that". Harry smiled.

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"So, he's well-built?"

Hermione blushed. "I don't know that, Ginny! I didn't look! How can you possibly think that I would look at Malfoy?" Hermione was almost sequestered by Ginny. She managed to dismiss Harry and Ron and left with Hermione right after dinner. They were a few meters from the head's dorm entrance.

Ginny raised her shoulder. "Well, I don't know. He's a crook and all but he's still a man. If he was not a total bastard, I would say he's pretty handsome. And he seems to have a beautiful body as well".

Hermione's jaw dropped. "I can't believe you said that! Do you know about whom you are talking about? Let me refresh your mind. Malfoy, that nightmare of a human being".

Ginny laughed. "I know that, Hermione, but I'm not blind. Look, Neville is a nice guy, but I can't say he's beautiful. The same principle applies to Malfoy".

They heard footsteps. "Speaking about the devil..." Hermione whispered.

Ginny looked behind her and saw Malfoy coming. "I'd better go, Hermione. You be careful". She hugged her. "And tell me if he's well-built or not when you see him without his shirt again". Ginny whispered in her ear.

"Virginia Weasley!" She pretended to sound shocked, but couldn't help smiling.

"Gotta go. Till tomorrow!" She left without looking at Malfoy again.

Malfoy was standing in front of mister Chateau, looking like he was waiting for her. Hermione stepped towards the entrance.

"Still wandering with the miserable red-haired ones, mudblood?"

"Better than wandering with you". She looked at the painting. "Good night, monsieur Chateau!" She said happily.

"It's always a pleasure seeing you, mademoiselle".

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "You see her everyday. Damned painting!" He turned to Hermione. "Tell me, know-it-all, do paintings really see? Cause I think this one here can't, otherwise he'll never say 'It's always a pleasure seeing you, mademoiselle' to you" He imitated Chateau's french accent.

Hermione faced him. "Yes, they see, and really well. Otherwise... "she imitated Malfoy's tone "... he would welcome you too, but, since you're a git... and a ferret... he doesn't. Didn't you ever notice that he never speaks to you? Even the paintings can't bear you. How can someone live like that? You're pitiful". She turned to mister Chateau again. "Partnership".

"As you wish, my lady". He blinked.

She entered in the room, Malfoy right after her. "I'm what?!"

"What?" She took off her cloak and put it on the sofa.

"What you said in front of that... stupid painting!"

"That you're pitiful? Yes, you are".

Malfoy was boiling inside. He went to her and stopped right in front of Hermione. "I hate you! I wish I could..." His anger was so big that he couldn't finish the sentence.

"Kill me?" She smiled. "I already know that, Malfoy. Only Snape to make you head. You sound like a broken disc, always saying the same things. Don't you ever get tired of repeating yourself? Is your vocabulary that short?"

His face was red in anger. "You damned mudblood!" He kneeled on the sofa, each leg on one side of her, and grabbed the sofa's back. Hermione's head was between his arms. In other words, he was over her.

She faced him. "Get off, Malfoy", she tried to sound calm.

His face was inches from hers. "So what, mudblood?"

"Don't make me take you off me".

"You know, my vocabulary isn't short. I have lots of things to call you, but they would put me in trouble. I thought about calling you 'slut', but I can't call you that. The latest I thought was 'purity', cause I doubt you ever saw a man naked or even kissed one, but I'll get in trouble as well".

"Get off", she was still facing him.

"Tell me, mudblood, have you ever been kissed?"

"Get off me, I'm warning you".

He got near her. "Wanna give a shot?"

Malfoy didn't know what hit him. He just felt an unbearable pain between his thighs and fell on the ground. "Ugh! Are you... crazy?"

She got up. "Just as I thought, men are the same. Doesn't matter if he's a pureblood or a muggle born, women just have to hit on the right spot".

He was rolling on the carpet. "You're insane! I can become sterile!"

"Then, if you become sterile, I would have made a great good to the world. Now, I was thinking of discussing the quidditch matches, but I think you won't be able to anything for the next thirty minutes, so..." She put a paper over the table. "I made some changes on your appointments. Take a look... when you feel better". She could hardly hold the laugh.

"I'll tell them, Granger! You'll be in trouble!"

"Oh, yeah? So I'll just have to explain to them why I did that to you. Who do you think will get more embarrassed? Me or you?"

He faced her, but said nothing.

"Well, I'll take a walk. There's no use to stay here watching you rolling on the ground. See you later". She turned her back at him and left.

"Damned mudblood", he said still laying on the ground.