"Come on, Snape, please" Pansy cried. He had paused, checking his notes
again. When he looked up, he was wearing a smile but Hermione couldn't tell
if it was a wicked one or a relieved one.
"It means she's not pregnant," He told them.
The gasping relief that fell upon her at that moment was almost too much to bear. She choked and then Pansy was upon her, embracing her warmly and squealing. Eventually Hermione could breathe and she was cheering too. They were practically jumping up and down, and Hermione felt such a kinship with the girl at that moment.
"Oh, thank Merlin!" Pansy exclaimed.
Hermione turned to see Draco and Snape leaning against the walls, watching the two girls and smiling. Eventually Pansy and Hermione stopped (Out of exhaustion) and relaxed but the smile wouldn't leave Hermione's face.
Thank Merlin, indeed. It was the one thing that made her life seem worth living now, knowing that she was not pregnant.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," Hermione said to Snape.
He nodded and said, "Anytime, Miss Granger."
"I don't think there will be another time, Professor Snape, but thank you."
"Well, I should be going," Snape said, but Pansy laughed and said, "Not after what you've just done. Draco, surely he can stay for dinner."
Draco hesitated briefly but Hermione saw his small shrug and nod.
"Thank you too," Hermione said to Draco. They locked eyes, and after a minute he nodded, and the weird moment was lost. Hermione shook her head and went upstairs with Pansy to get ready for the meal. She was in high spirits and her and Pansy danced up the stairs, laughing all the way.
*
The table was laughing. Even Snape laughed. Hermione could forget her past suffering when such good news had just been announced.
"What I couldn't believe, was when Draco punched the poor guy in the club," Pansy exclaimed, "I mean, what harm was he doing. It was just a kiss."
"I was surprised he didn't do more," Hermione said, without thinking.
"What do you mean?"
All eyes went to her.
"Well, after what he did to Justin."
"What's this?" Pansy said, leaning over to Hermione.
"Nothing," she said but Pansy persisted and Hermione answered her by saying, "Well, you know, he killed him for kissing me."
"He killed someone!" Pansy turned to Draco, as if seeking some different scenario. He simply nodded.
Hermione didn't see it. In one second Draco was facing Pansy, and in the next, his head was snapped to one side and Pansy's hand was clenched into a fist. She hadn't slapped him, she had punched him hard in the face.
"Pansy!" she cried out. Hermione's mood changed altered quickly. Because now she was scared. Pansy had just hit him and Hermione didn't want to see Draco angry. She didn't want to see Pansy hurt.
Pansy was swinging for him again. Except this time, Draco was ready for her. He caught her upcoming fist and pushed it back. Pansy's arm went down in a weird angle and she let out a gasp of pain. She wasn't going down though. She kicked his lower leg so he let go of her arm.
"You BASTARD! You killed somebody! How could you, Draco? How could you?"
"I don't know who you think I am, Pansy," he said through his teeth, "I thought you knew what I was capable of. I'm not saintly Potter. I'm a Slytherin. And so are you, so start acing like one."
"I would never kill somebody," she snapped at him in a low voice, "And I never thought you would either."
"Well, you obviously don't know me as much as you had thought."
"Well, I know you now. You're your father," She paused before continuing, "Hi Lucius, how are you?"
Draco's wand was out now. "Don't you ever say that to me again. I am not my father."
"What, Lucius? What did you say?" Pansy said.
Hermione knew that Pansy had left her wand up in her room because the robes she was wearing didn't have any pockets. Draco did have his wand, however and he looked more than ready to use it.
"Go on," Pansy said in a low voice, her eyes on his wand, "Prove me right, Lucius."
"Five full years," he said, "Five full years and I've never hurt you. No matter how annoying you've been, I've always put up with you."
"Kudos," she said sarcastically, "Do you want a medal or will a corset do?"
"Pansy, please," Hermione said, "Just sit down. Malfoy, put down the wand."
He turned to her, "What did you just call me?"
"Malfoy, just put down-"
She cut off in the middle of her sentence. She was calling him Malfoy again. How strange. But he was acting like the Malfoy she had known. When she was calling him Draco, he had seemed civil enough, but now he was back to being frightening and, just as Pansy was saying, acting like he's father.
"You are a monster. The Perfect Malfoy. No wonder nobody has ever loved you and nobody ever will!" yelled Pansy.
"Excuse me," a voice called out, "But I do love my son, thank you very much. Now Pansy sit down and stop making a fool out of yourself and Draco, what's this I heard about you killing a boy called Justin? And what's that Mudblood doing in my house?"
Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, was back.
"It means she's not pregnant," He told them.
The gasping relief that fell upon her at that moment was almost too much to bear. She choked and then Pansy was upon her, embracing her warmly and squealing. Eventually Hermione could breathe and she was cheering too. They were practically jumping up and down, and Hermione felt such a kinship with the girl at that moment.
"Oh, thank Merlin!" Pansy exclaimed.
Hermione turned to see Draco and Snape leaning against the walls, watching the two girls and smiling. Eventually Pansy and Hermione stopped (Out of exhaustion) and relaxed but the smile wouldn't leave Hermione's face.
Thank Merlin, indeed. It was the one thing that made her life seem worth living now, knowing that she was not pregnant.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," Hermione said to Snape.
He nodded and said, "Anytime, Miss Granger."
"I don't think there will be another time, Professor Snape, but thank you."
"Well, I should be going," Snape said, but Pansy laughed and said, "Not after what you've just done. Draco, surely he can stay for dinner."
Draco hesitated briefly but Hermione saw his small shrug and nod.
"Thank you too," Hermione said to Draco. They locked eyes, and after a minute he nodded, and the weird moment was lost. Hermione shook her head and went upstairs with Pansy to get ready for the meal. She was in high spirits and her and Pansy danced up the stairs, laughing all the way.
*
The table was laughing. Even Snape laughed. Hermione could forget her past suffering when such good news had just been announced.
"What I couldn't believe, was when Draco punched the poor guy in the club," Pansy exclaimed, "I mean, what harm was he doing. It was just a kiss."
"I was surprised he didn't do more," Hermione said, without thinking.
"What do you mean?"
All eyes went to her.
"Well, after what he did to Justin."
"What's this?" Pansy said, leaning over to Hermione.
"Nothing," she said but Pansy persisted and Hermione answered her by saying, "Well, you know, he killed him for kissing me."
"He killed someone!" Pansy turned to Draco, as if seeking some different scenario. He simply nodded.
Hermione didn't see it. In one second Draco was facing Pansy, and in the next, his head was snapped to one side and Pansy's hand was clenched into a fist. She hadn't slapped him, she had punched him hard in the face.
"Pansy!" she cried out. Hermione's mood changed altered quickly. Because now she was scared. Pansy had just hit him and Hermione didn't want to see Draco angry. She didn't want to see Pansy hurt.
Pansy was swinging for him again. Except this time, Draco was ready for her. He caught her upcoming fist and pushed it back. Pansy's arm went down in a weird angle and she let out a gasp of pain. She wasn't going down though. She kicked his lower leg so he let go of her arm.
"You BASTARD! You killed somebody! How could you, Draco? How could you?"
"I don't know who you think I am, Pansy," he said through his teeth, "I thought you knew what I was capable of. I'm not saintly Potter. I'm a Slytherin. And so are you, so start acing like one."
"I would never kill somebody," she snapped at him in a low voice, "And I never thought you would either."
"Well, you obviously don't know me as much as you had thought."
"Well, I know you now. You're your father," She paused before continuing, "Hi Lucius, how are you?"
Draco's wand was out now. "Don't you ever say that to me again. I am not my father."
"What, Lucius? What did you say?" Pansy said.
Hermione knew that Pansy had left her wand up in her room because the robes she was wearing didn't have any pockets. Draco did have his wand, however and he looked more than ready to use it.
"Go on," Pansy said in a low voice, her eyes on his wand, "Prove me right, Lucius."
"Five full years," he said, "Five full years and I've never hurt you. No matter how annoying you've been, I've always put up with you."
"Kudos," she said sarcastically, "Do you want a medal or will a corset do?"
"Pansy, please," Hermione said, "Just sit down. Malfoy, put down the wand."
He turned to her, "What did you just call me?"
"Malfoy, just put down-"
She cut off in the middle of her sentence. She was calling him Malfoy again. How strange. But he was acting like the Malfoy she had known. When she was calling him Draco, he had seemed civil enough, but now he was back to being frightening and, just as Pansy was saying, acting like he's father.
"You are a monster. The Perfect Malfoy. No wonder nobody has ever loved you and nobody ever will!" yelled Pansy.
"Excuse me," a voice called out, "But I do love my son, thank you very much. Now Pansy sit down and stop making a fool out of yourself and Draco, what's this I heard about you killing a boy called Justin? And what's that Mudblood doing in my house?"
Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother, was back.