Becoming Mrs. Malfoy
11
Hermione woke up late the next day and when she entered the common room to get into the Head bathroom she was presented with Pansy Parkinson pressing herself against a really unimpressed and rather annoyed Malfoy. Both pairs of eyes went to her wrapped in her dressing gown as the closing click of her door could be heard.
"Granger, do want to scare us to death, you ugly scarecrow. It is a wonder no bird has decided to build a nest in your hair yet.", Parkinson spat.
Pug face – that is what Hermione wanted to counter but she had sworn to herself that she would never steep so low.
"Good morning to you too, Parkinson. Always a pleasure to see you." From years of suffering the low blows of Parkinson she knew that the Slytherin girl could not handle a friendly reply. Pouting Pansy turned to Malfoy.
"Draco, dear, don´t look at her for too long I bet your eye is already hurting badly enough, right?" She blinked frantically and pressed herself further into Malfoy. The sight was disgusting.
Malfoy looked her up from top to toe and back. Crossing her arms across her chest Hermione showed how she did not like his action but while he scanned her she did the same with him. His lip was no longer swollen and his eye more visible than the day before and a light green instead of a deep purple. She could only guess that the bruises on the rest of his body had mostly faded as well. When their eyes locked Hermione stared head on into his.
Nothing in his face gave away his thoughts until she caught the spark in his eyes. Malfoy had an idea and she did not like it. A smirk stole itself onto his lips as he turned back to Parkinson. He bent down so that his head was level with hers. From where she stood Hermione could see how Pansy shuddered and blushed. The electricity between them was almost visible.
"Pansy, of course you are right." Malfoy said her name like it was the most beautiful thing on earth.
Ever so slowly he inched closer. So close that Parkinson closed her eyes in anticipation of a kiss. A gasp escaped Hermione´s lips and her eyes went wide with fear for if she had understood Zabini´s explanation of the ring correctly her finger might rot like Malfoy´s if he kissed Parkinson.
Much to her relief he did not kiss Pansy but merely stayed like he was, his lips only an inch apart from Parkinson´s, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes, his trademark smirk in place. Doing this he wanted to let her know that he would not hesitate to do the same as she had done.
"You should leave now. I have some things to do." Confused Parkinson stepped back to get a better look at him before she stormed of sulking.
A predator grin spread on his lips and revealed his white teeth. As Malfoy stalked towards her she felt the urge to cry out for help and run for her life. Slamming his hand on the wall on either side of her Malfoy trapped her and pushed so close towards her that she barely had room to move.
"You might have found out about the ring but let me make one thing clear, Granger: the same thing that happened to me can happen to you, too. And if you ever dare to do it again I will repay you, understood?"
Frightened to look him straight in the eye Hermione fixed her gaze on the Slytherin crest on his chest. Malfoy was angry but neither did his shoulders heave nor was his breath labored – he was in full control. Because of all the stress of the last weeks Hermione´s lower lip was red from chewing on it the whole time and now that Malfoy threatened her it only took her one bite to make her taste her blood. The light stinging pain in her lip though was nothing compared to the pain when Malfoy pulled at her hair to force her to look at him.
"I asked you something, Granger.", he hissed in a whisper.
"I understand." Pleased with her answer he let go of her hair and she sighed in relief.
"Good girl." The hand that had been in her hair wandered over her neck to her cheek and caressed it gently. Although it was a nice gesture the context and the deathly look in his eyes made her shudder under his touch. Slowly he retreated to sit on the couch.
About to open the door to the bathroom Hermione was stopped once more by his drawl.
"One more thing, Granger. Stay away from Zabini and don´t think I won´t find out if you did meet him." Feeling insecure in his presence she ran down the stairs that led to the bathroom.
Before she went to the Great Hall for breakfast Hermione ran to the owlery to write a letter. It read:
B,
Thank you for the information on the ring but please do not contact me again, it will only worsen my situation.
H
During breakfast she did not dare to look at the Slytherin table for she feared how Blaise would react.
"HERMIONE!"
"Ron, you don´t have to shout at me, I´m not deaf.", Hermione snapped.
"Well, but it seems so because I have called your name for the tenth time."
"Oh, I´m sorry."
"Seriously, Mione, you are behaving strange lately. Is something wrong?", Harry asked in a worried tone. Cursing herself for being so bad at faking happiness Hermione forced a smile.
"I just feel a little under the weather, that´s all." Harry gave her that look she knew too well. To him she was like an open book so he could feel when she was lying. Ron though bought her lousy lie.
"So I wanted to ask if we could come over to the Head common room to do homework with you." Sending him a glare she corrected him.
"You mean to let me help you with your homework because you are too lazy to do it on your own, don´t you?", Hermione asked sardonically. Elbowing his friend into the side Harry smiled at her apologetically.
"You know we are hopelessly lost without you, Mione." Puppy eyes – she could not say no to them even if she really felt like doing so.
"Fine.", she sighed in defeat. "But I´ll come to the Gryffindor common room. It would be a waste of my time with Malfoy around."
Hermione left the table early with Ginny who had almost the same way she had.
"So you are feeling under the weather, huh? Don´t make me laugh." Just like Harry Ginny had smelt the lie and now would do anything to find out.
"It´s the truth."
"Are your parents sick? Aren´t you up with your learning schedule? Hm….. Is Malfoy even more annoying than usually? Some guy trouble?" Hermione had kept rolling her eyes up to the last question but then the look of being caught had been in her falter in her eye rolling had betrayed her.
"Oh Merlin, Mione, you are in love right? Who is it?" The curious stare of Ginny was unbearable. Although her assumption was wrong she had been right about the trouble part.
Luckily the corridor where they had to part was right ahead of them and Hermione said bye to her nosy friend. She had only took her a few steps into her corridor when she was pulled into a dark room.
/ so here is chapter 11. I cannot guarantee that the next chapters will follow as quick because actually I should be preparing for my exams in february.
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