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Never in her life had Hermione felt so awkward. Sitting at the table even Cormac licking his sticky fingers felt like a dream scenario. Draco sat beside her at the head of the table, staring intently at his glass and nothing else. Pansy sat opposite her glaring at her while whilst Lavender did the same. Theodore and Goyle were at the other end of the table, staring directly at her chest. Daphne who sat beside Hermione, smiled placidly at the plate of food in front of her and occasionally at Blaise who looked like the captain of a swiftly sinking ship.
Blaise took a bite, "Well Draco, Hermione, thank you for inviting us into your home." He smiled trying to initiate conversation "Don't you think the food is wonderful Daphne?"
The blonde bit her lip "Yes it's lovely, thank you. Hermione, I do like your dress, how welcoming of you to wear green for us." She offered another placid smile and Hermione saw Blaise nod at her in approval. Of all the dinner guests she disliked Daphne least – there had never been anything to strongly like or dislike about Daphne Greengrass, she was the human equivalent of a well-trained dog.
Pansy smirked "I wonder how Narcissa would feel about you wearing her clothes."
"Pansy!" Blaise's tone was low but firm, he was warning her. She didn't care.
Lavender viciously joined in "If only the world could see their golden girl now, I wonder what Ronald would think?"
Draco still didn't lift his eyes but tensed visibly.
Hermione wondered if Draco would say anything. He didn't.
Could she allow herself to sink to their level? Well she was playing pureblood tonight and…when in Rome. Picking up her wine glass she smiled. "I'm sure he'd think…hmm, I still prefer her to that awful Lavender girl."
Theodore erupted into laughter as Lavender squeezed her glass so tightly it threatened to shatter at any moment.
"That is my husband you're talking about Granger." Pansy glared at her, spitting the word husband as if it tasted funny.
"Really Pansy? Because that's my husband who's thigh you've been stroking all bloody night." She slammed her glass down on the table a little too hard as Draco finally lifted his eyes and glanced between the two women.
"Oh please" Pansy's eyes filled with spite, "You can play dress up all you want Granger, but you'll never be one of us."
"Children dress up like monsters for Halloween but it doesn't mean they want to be them."
Pansy's usually pale complexion flushed red "You think a lot of yourself, don't you? Well I'll tell you what I think of you..."
Hermione snapped, "Oh why don't you go owl your mother in Azkaban!"
The whole table tensed as the word left her mouth, Draco's hand slammed down atop of hers as he locked his eyes with her's "Stop it, now!" He spoke to her firmly, like a naughty child and watched as Hermione face fell.
Pansy's voice was considerably meeker now, she threw her napkin on the plate and closed her eyes composing herself. " Draco, this ridiculous. The thought of you…touching…her… it makes me sick."
"Pansy." Blaise warned again.
Hermione scowled, embarrassment burning in her cheeks.
Draco looked around, she could taste the tension. What would he say? "Pansy, remind me, who am I?" He asked.
"Draco Malfoy" she whispered.
He smirked "So, Malfoy…. Not Weasley?"
Pansy nodded.
"Then why Pansy, would I ever play with a Weasley hand me down?" he glanced over at Hermione. "I don't deal in damaged goods."
Hermione stood up, her knife clattering to the ground she stormed away up the stairs with tears burning in her eyes. Blaise sunk down into his chair in utter despair whilst the rest looked on with mouths a gawp.
Pansy grinned and looked to Lavender who joined her in their silent celebrations, it didn't go un noticed.
"I don't know what you two are smiling at, you're both damaged goods too." Draco glared picking up the bottle of fire whisky. He looked at Pansy. "Or at least you will be soon don't forget you're a Weasley now Pansy!"
Blaise stood silently and headed to the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" Draco pivoted his chair.
"That was uncalled for, someone's got to go after her." Draco's eyes narrowed "She's my wife Blaise."
"Then act like it!"
Draco took the bottle of firewhisky with him, half way up the stairs his re thought it and set the bottle down. Knowing Granger, she'd probably throw it at him given half a chance.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tore at the dress in anger and frustration. She didn't care what he thought of her but to speak to her like that, in front of them. All the emotion she'd barely had chance to come to terms with came flooding out. She threw one of her shoes with force at the large bed letting out a shriek of frustration.
Stupid bloody ferret face death eating arsehole Malfoy!
"Well I hope you two are happy with yourselves" Blaise spat.
Pansy and Lavender looked apprehensive…but not in the slightest sorry. Lavender erupted into a high-pitched rant about how Hermione didn't actually know Ronald at all and didn't deserve him.
"Can you shut her up?" Blaise asked Theo.
"No mate, I can't. Trust me I've tried even silencing spells don't work. Must be a condition of the marr.." he hadn't finished his sentence before the room fell silent.
Pansy sat with her wand pointed at Lavender who was frozen. "Thank god for that, she's barely better than Granger but you know… with common enemies you do unite." She poured herself a glass of wine.
"Pansy, what the hell's gotten into you tonight?" Theo asked, half scared, half impressed.
Blaise laughed "You know exactly what's gotten into her. She's been in love with Draco since she could walk. You know he didn't want you in the matching."
She ignored him, the way she ignored everything she didn't want to hear. "He won't touch the mudblood, he has standards." Pansy lifted her chin in defiance. "He would have married me if this all hadn't happened."
Blaise sat in silence, before deciding to completely ruin Pansy's night. "….he slept with Astoria the night before we went back to school… In your bed actually. There you go Pansy something else for you to pretend not to know."
Daphne's head dipped in shame of her slutty sister whilst Pansy's eyes glistened.
Blaise leant forward until his face was inches from Pansy's. "You're smarter than anyone gives you credit for. Definitely smart enough to have worked it out over all these years. You know how he really feels don't you Pansy? "
A tear slid down her cheek and his voice dropped to a whisper, "…and it kills you."