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Later that night, as Hermione lay, tossing and turning in her four poster bed, she couldn't help wondering about what the year would hold. She would either come out on top or as a complete loser. If she achieved top level N.E.W.T's she would be able to apply for a job at the Ministry. If not, she would probably wind up working at Florean Fortescues for all eternity. It would be even harder for her to get extra study time in because of her Head Girl duties. She didn't get much sleep that night. She woke around five times and each time, she cursed the clock on her bedside table for no apparent reason. At 5.00am, she decided that the library would probably be open in about an hour and dressed slowly. She spent a long time sat in front of her new dressing table brushing her no longer bushy, sleek hair. Eventually, at around quarter to six, she tied it up in a neat pony and set off for the library through the castle.
It was cold around Hogwarts early in the morning, as the house-elves had only just lit most fires. Hermione shivered and pulled her cloak around her tightly. When she finally reached the library, she sighed contentedly. The library was her sanity. Without it, she would go bonkers for sure.
"Back again, Miss Granger?" smiled Madam Pince. Pince rarely recognised anyone by sight besides Hermione as she spent practically every waking hour there. Hermione nodded, smiling as she swept off to her favourite section, Charms. She picked out a book at random and went to find a table. She passed a few aisles before she found something that caught her eye. Draco Malfoy.
He too was searching the Charms section. Hermione watched as he pulled out a book and walked down the aisle towards the opposite end. What's he doing here? She thought as she resumed her search for somewhere to sit. Eventually, she found her favourite place. A window seat looking out onto the mountains next to Hogwarts. She clambered up, hunched up her knees and lay the book out onto them. She soon relaxed as she became enveloped in the world of Colour Changing Spells and other charms. For a few moments, she took her eyes off the book to stare out of the window at the snow-capped mountains. Everything was so peaceful at Hogwarts early in the morning.
"Get out of my seat, Mudblood," came a cold voice from behind Hermione. She jumped and turned her head to face to person she didn't doubt was stood there - Malfoy. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt but obviously couldn't be bothered to put a robe on, like her couldn't be bothered to gel his hair back. It hung over his pale face making his features almost unrecognisable. It was the voice that made Hermione know who it was.
"I don't see your name on it," said Hermione. "So? I've been sitting on this seat, studying for all the six years I've been at Hogwarts and now I'm going to have to disinfect it. I don't want Mudblood germs on my new jeans," he said, snidely.
"Ask Pince. This is my seat. I always sit here, even if it's just to think. And you've got another think coming if you think I'm giving up my favourite place to slime like you," Hermione shot back, her chocolate eyes boring into him like lasers. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "We'll see about that,"
With that, Malfoy took hold of Hermione's arm in a firm grip. Malfoy used to be so weak and skinny but now it looked like he had actually gained muscle, like Harry. Hermione visibly winced, giving the signal to Malfoy to tighten his grip.
"Ow!" she whispered softly. Tears filled her brown eyes but she refused to give Malfoy the pleasure of letting them fall. She used her free arm to wipe her eyes and stared stonily into Malfoy's pasty face. He started to dig his nails into her arms and eventually, she felt him puncture her skin. She whimpered, trying to jerk her injured arm out of his reach but to no avail. Malfoy soon noticed the blood and let go of the small girl, as though an electric shock had sizzled through his body.
"Quite the determined one, aren't you?" he said, trying to grab the ends of her robes to wipe her blood from his fingers. She tugged the hem out of his reach, forcing him to either traipse to the boys' bathroom with blood on his fingers or wipe them on his clothes. He decided on the latter but Hermione could tell it had been a painful decision.
"Here," she said, offering her robe to him. "Wouldn't want you getting dirty blood on your obviously expensive clothes." With that, she stood up, left the book open on the window seat and left the library, examining the wound on her left arm, unaware of the piercing blue eyes watching her retreating figure. The boy felt a twinge of something deep inside his stomach. Was it guilt? Pity? The ignorant boy swept aside his feelings and diagnosed them as hunger. He reminded himself that he hadn't eaten since the feast and set off down to the Great Hall for some breakfast.
Voila! Chapter 4 complete! Please Read and Review!
Thank you to those who have already reviewed! You mean so much (even if you practically tear my work apart with criticisms - at least someone could care to read it)!
Lauren
Later that night, as Hermione lay, tossing and turning in her four poster bed, she couldn't help wondering about what the year would hold. She would either come out on top or as a complete loser. If she achieved top level N.E.W.T's she would be able to apply for a job at the Ministry. If not, she would probably wind up working at Florean Fortescues for all eternity. It would be even harder for her to get extra study time in because of her Head Girl duties. She didn't get much sleep that night. She woke around five times and each time, she cursed the clock on her bedside table for no apparent reason. At 5.00am, she decided that the library would probably be open in about an hour and dressed slowly. She spent a long time sat in front of her new dressing table brushing her no longer bushy, sleek hair. Eventually, at around quarter to six, she tied it up in a neat pony and set off for the library through the castle.
It was cold around Hogwarts early in the morning, as the house-elves had only just lit most fires. Hermione shivered and pulled her cloak around her tightly. When she finally reached the library, she sighed contentedly. The library was her sanity. Without it, she would go bonkers for sure.
"Back again, Miss Granger?" smiled Madam Pince. Pince rarely recognised anyone by sight besides Hermione as she spent practically every waking hour there. Hermione nodded, smiling as she swept off to her favourite section, Charms. She picked out a book at random and went to find a table. She passed a few aisles before she found something that caught her eye. Draco Malfoy.
He too was searching the Charms section. Hermione watched as he pulled out a book and walked down the aisle towards the opposite end. What's he doing here? She thought as she resumed her search for somewhere to sit. Eventually, she found her favourite place. A window seat looking out onto the mountains next to Hogwarts. She clambered up, hunched up her knees and lay the book out onto them. She soon relaxed as she became enveloped in the world of Colour Changing Spells and other charms. For a few moments, she took her eyes off the book to stare out of the window at the snow-capped mountains. Everything was so peaceful at Hogwarts early in the morning.
"Get out of my seat, Mudblood," came a cold voice from behind Hermione. She jumped and turned her head to face to person she didn't doubt was stood there - Malfoy. He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt but obviously couldn't be bothered to put a robe on, like her couldn't be bothered to gel his hair back. It hung over his pale face making his features almost unrecognisable. It was the voice that made Hermione know who it was.
"I don't see your name on it," said Hermione. "So? I've been sitting on this seat, studying for all the six years I've been at Hogwarts and now I'm going to have to disinfect it. I don't want Mudblood germs on my new jeans," he said, snidely.
"Ask Pince. This is my seat. I always sit here, even if it's just to think. And you've got another think coming if you think I'm giving up my favourite place to slime like you," Hermione shot back, her chocolate eyes boring into him like lasers. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." "We'll see about that,"
With that, Malfoy took hold of Hermione's arm in a firm grip. Malfoy used to be so weak and skinny but now it looked like he had actually gained muscle, like Harry. Hermione visibly winced, giving the signal to Malfoy to tighten his grip.
"Ow!" she whispered softly. Tears filled her brown eyes but she refused to give Malfoy the pleasure of letting them fall. She used her free arm to wipe her eyes and stared stonily into Malfoy's pasty face. He started to dig his nails into her arms and eventually, she felt him puncture her skin. She whimpered, trying to jerk her injured arm out of his reach but to no avail. Malfoy soon noticed the blood and let go of the small girl, as though an electric shock had sizzled through his body.
"Quite the determined one, aren't you?" he said, trying to grab the ends of her robes to wipe her blood from his fingers. She tugged the hem out of his reach, forcing him to either traipse to the boys' bathroom with blood on his fingers or wipe them on his clothes. He decided on the latter but Hermione could tell it had been a painful decision.
"Here," she said, offering her robe to him. "Wouldn't want you getting dirty blood on your obviously expensive clothes." With that, she stood up, left the book open on the window seat and left the library, examining the wound on her left arm, unaware of the piercing blue eyes watching her retreating figure. The boy felt a twinge of something deep inside his stomach. Was it guilt? Pity? The ignorant boy swept aside his feelings and diagnosed them as hunger. He reminded himself that he hadn't eaten since the feast and set off down to the Great Hall for some breakfast.
Voila! Chapter 4 complete! Please Read and Review!
Thank you to those who have already reviewed! You mean so much (even if you practically tear my work apart with criticisms - at least someone could care to read it)!
Lauren