Becoming Mrs. Malfoy
10
His answer to the teacher´s question if something had happened was a simple but definite shake of his head.
At dinner the news about Malfoy´s bad shape had already reached Harry and Ron. "Serves him right, damn ferret.", Ron spat with a smirk on his face.
"How did it happen anyways?", Ginny asked while sitting down.
Before her brother could open his mouth Harry had already begun to tell her the story: "I heard he had an argument with Zabini which ended with Zabini as the winner by two well-placed punches to the face. Seamus saw them."
"What? Zabini?", Hermione gasped and Harry nodded.
"Yep, it was Zabini. I´m just baffled that he did not tell on him to the Professors." All of their eyes darted to where the blonde sat eating his dinner while Parkinson kept on caressing his cheek. The girl began to fondle him more so that even from where she sat Hermione could see his anger rise.
A kiss on the cheek was the final straw and he pushed her away and from how she reacted must have said something harsh to her for she stood up and left the great hall in haste.
Back in the Head common room Hermione waited. Catching a glimpse of Malfoy´s hand would not work so she had to confront him about it. She had to know so she sat on the couch her body tense.
First she had waited drinking a hot chocolate but that was long empty now and the warm feeling of the sweet drink was replaced with anxiety. Every minute, every ticking of the clock gnawed on her nerves. When he finally entered the sound of the door opening made her jump and turn towards it.
For some moments they merely stood where they were staring at each other then Draco broke their eye contact and made his way to his door. She had guessed that he would do so and like the other night she put a spell on it. Turning around ever so slowly Hermione already knew that she had enraged him by doing so. His neutral façade was perfect except for the burning anger in his eyes.
"Is this turning into a habit of yours, Granger?" One eyebrow cocked he regarded her.
"I want to talk."
"Oh, is that so. Too bad I do not feel like to meet your wish." Hermione raised her chin a little higher to show her determination and stepped closer to him until she stood right in front of his tall frame.
"Fine, then we won´t talk." Malfoy raised his eyebrow a little more at that not having anticipated that. Her eyes wandered down his neck, his shoulder and his left arm to find that he hid his hand behind his back from her view. She looked back into his stormy eyes and smiled. He really looked pitiful with his eye framed with the blue and violet bruise but she could not let it show.
"You know if we are going to marry you should not keep secrets from me, darling, so why are you hiding your hand behind your back?" Darling – calling him that felt just so wrong even dripping with venom like she had said it. Malfoy noticeably stiffened and she could see his brain working.
"I would not want to get my hand dirty that´s just it."
"I never said I wanted to touch it. Only looking, no touching." She put so much sweetness into her voice that it was hard to get the words out of her mouth. Her words had the effect she wanted, his eye flinched. But his eyes changed from stormy to liquid silver and it made a shiver run down her spine.
"Take a good look at what you have done to me, Granger.", he whispered and put his hand right in front of her eyes in a way that she had to look at it. His ring finger looked rotten. Presented with such horror she stumbled backwards and gasped.
"What is it, Granger? Is this not what you wanted to accomplish? Doesn´t it satisfy you?" He studied the rotten flesh of his finger without ever looking away from her out of the corners of his eyes.
"I didn´t know what Blaise was doing and I clearly did not want that!", Hermione shouted and tears threatened to fall but she blinked them back.
"Ah, Blaise, your knight in shining armor. He sure has the hots for you, the way he attacked you… well, and me. But I´m sure he only did so because you told him to.", Malfoy snarled and fixed her with an icy glare.
"He´s not my knight and I did not tell him to hit you in the face!" The welled-up tears began to flow; his accusations were just too cruel. Malfoy huffed and began to unbutton his shirt.
"Ts! So my face was an extra." Button for button more bruises were revealed shining in a sick blue on his white skin. Shocked to the core Hermione stood still, her hand covering her agape mouth. Even when he was done buttoning his shirt she was speechless.
"If you excuse me, Grange, I have better things to do.", this were his last words before he turned around to enter his room. Although she had not told Blaise to do any of those things she felt immense guilt for he had done it for her. Sure, Malfoy was bad but he definitely did not deserve this, it was too much.
Later that night he would find ointment for his bruises in front of his door with a note with instructions of how to use it after someone had knocked on his door. He had opened the door in time to catch a last glimpse of Hermione closing her door behind her.
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