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Chapter 14

Hermione ended up running out of Potions, tears rolling down her cheeks from laughter. Draco was black from his highest hair to his collar! It was such a funny sight. She had told him, but he had glared. That was just one sight too funny to even look at. She ran back to the common room, only to have her smile be turned upside down by Ron.

"Hermione!" he yelled. "Who do you think you are, ruining Harry's stuff like that?" Hermione tried to deny it best she could, by putting on a confused face.

"What do you mean?"

"When you left at breakfast, and then came back ten minutes later."

"I went to the bathroom and,"

"For ten minutes?" Ron interrupted.

"Yes! I went to the bathroom and cried. I'm really sorry. Where's Harry. Is there some way I can make it up to him?"

"He's over there. And no, unless you can fix his stuff." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"I can fix his stuff in a heartbeat."

"How?" Ron demanded. Hermione went up to the boys' dormitory and uttered a simple spell, leaving the room in its best condition, even packing away left-out clothes. It was Ron's turn to raise eyebrows.

"Go and see for yourself." She said, almost smirking. But she knew too well how that turned out. Last time she smirked it was at Draco, and he had looked at her as if he was going to tell her she had the Slytherin Smirk, but she had turned and gone to the Gryffindor seats before he could say a word.

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"766,849,563,201,644,835,361 times." Finished Hermione, and Professor Binns nodded.

"Yes, Miss Granger. Can everyone please write that in their books?" the ghost looked up from her at the class. He slowly repeated Hermione's words. "The violation of the no Unforgivable Curse usage rule has happened 766,849,563,201,644,835,361 times." He looked around the class, of which 98% of people were asleep. There were fifty in the class, so the two percent of awake people was Hermione. She looked around the class, and saw that Ron, Harry, Draco and Neville had woken up for the last bit, and were furiously scribbling down the enormous number while Professor Binns wrote it up on the wall. Naturally, the teenagers could see right through him, and had no trouble copying down the numerals as they appeared.

Draco scowled at her, so she smiled back. He looked disdainfully at a Slytherin girl, who seemed to be doodling pictures of a Ravenclaw boy Hermione had seen in the corridors, through a ball Hermione knew saw any place you wanted it to, and he had obviously chosen the Slytherin common room.

After class, though, Draco cornered her. "What did you do?" he demanded, and Hermione was confused.

"I don't know what you mean…"

"What did you do to make me forget?" Hermione realised.

"I didn't. It was Harry, the Snitch gave him a…"

"That's all I need to know." Draco muttered, embracing her into a hug. "Never let it happen again."

"How did you-?" Hermione started, but Draco cut her off.

"Shh," he said into her mass of hair. "It doesn't matter. At least you have me back." But then, obviously meaning to be an attack due to surprise, he through her into a new door in the middle of the hall. Hermione had only just realised where she was when the door slammed behind Draco and he locked it.

"Did you really think I would come back to you?" he spat. "Mudbloods are so…"

"Draco Malfoy! Are you insane?" came a voice, and Hermione looked over Draco's shoulder to see Luna Lovegood shutting the door behind her.

"Luna," Hermione started, but Draco put a silencing spell on her, and she moved her mouth lifelessly.

"Consider yourself… done for." Draco sneered, coming closer still to Hermione, as she backed away.

"Expelli-!" Luna started, but Draco interrupted. He charmed ropes around her body, squeezing them tighter until she fell unconscious, flicking his wand to through her across the Room Of Requirement.

"Ferula," he said, bandages appearing. Hey let them fall to the ground. "Crucio!" he yelled, and Hermione fell under the awful curse again. He ended her pain after two whole minutes of it, and used a slicing spell on her arm. He then summoned the bandages he had conjured to cover up the worst of it. He then left Hermione and Luna to suffer. Hermione was glad that the counter-curse for silencing someone was a non-verbal one. She instantly went looking for Luna after she was fixed, and awoke her from unconsciousness.

"Hermione," she muttered. "I really am sorry I couldn't help you. Here," Luna muttered a spell and her wounds were mended. At least the physical ones were. Nothing could ever fix the hurt Draco had planted in her brain; he had been sorry and then cursed her! But Hermione knew that he would be sorry he ever crossed her bad side. Just you wait. If you remember when we were third-years, then you'll know that HELL will rain down on you, she thought. And she knew it was true.

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"Mudblood," muttered Draco as he passed Hermione. She had given a bit of thought, and had worked out what to call him.

"What was that, Ferret?" she asked innocently.

"I said, if you were listening," he snarled loudly. "Mudblood." Hermione smiled when she heard Professor McGonagall give him a week's detention. He scowled at her, and she thought, and that was only the beginning.

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Hermione sent a love letter to Draco, but warping her messy handwriting and signing a different name. The letter said.

Dear my sweetest Draco,

I have the pleasure of giving these chocolates to you as a token of admiration. You are such a great role model to all the younger students, and are just the only thought on my mind. I cannot do my schoolwork properly because of you, and I assure you that it is because of you. I will always be there is you need someone to help you. If you really must know who I am, look at the bottom of this letter. If you don't, keep reading. Draco, may I have the pleasure of taking you on a date to Hogsmeade? I'll buy the drinks, and I have a surprise for you aswell. Please accept.

Lots of love from,

Pansy

Hermione smiled at her handiwork. She enchanted the letter to see if he read the name or not. If he didn't, the letter said what she had written. If he did, it would say, BLOOD TRAITOR! And would rip into shreds, blasting a foul scent onto his body that would stay on for a week no matter what, so Hermione could tell if he had been acting, or if he was being the wonderful Draco she had grown to know, like and love.

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Draco smelled fine the next morning, and Hermione could tell he had not accepted "Pansy's" proposal, and she looked at him confused, which made him look at her confused. Hermione knew her trick had worked, because she could see Draco looking in her direction and smiling.

She had slipped him a love potion.

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