Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I do not own anything (songs, characters etc.) but the plot line. Uncle Snape belongs to Slytherin Girl and I have full permission to use it.
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Hermione walked into her office soaking wet and so not looking forward to the day ahead of her. She had already made the decision to stay at a hotel or something for the next couple of night, just until things cooled down at home.
She didn't think she could take being around those two right now. She had had enough of that kind of thing in her life and they knew that she much preferred when they came to her with something like this instead of her finding out some other way, like she did last night.
How exactly did they think that last friendship ended? It wasn't just that fight at the beginning of seventh year. Oh no, that had only been the last straw. They had been fighting constantly since the beginning of the sixth year and there had been barely any contact over that fateful summer.
They just appeared to be fine to everyone else all the time. They would fight away from everyone else or in letters when they just couldn't handle talking to them other than the niceties that being the golden trio required.
"What the hell is their problem anyway? I haven't bothered them with even the slightest problem since the end of seventh year. I've just listened to them bitch and complain relentlessly about every little problem they've endured in the last 5 years" she mumbled as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Problems in paradise?" Hermione whirled around to see the smirking face of the last person on earth that she felt like dealing with at that moment. At any moment actually.
"Paradise? Really now Malfoy. I thought you at least knew me better than that. Paradise doesn't exist for me and never will. If I recall, you did once tell me that paradise is only in existence for those who are willing to deal with reality. You also told me that I have no clue how to deal with reality"
"That is true. That was also six years ago. Before I had to watch the reality check that you were thrown into. And to tell you the truth I had quite a good time watching the hell that you went through."
"Really? If I recall you were always the first one there to help me deal. You were also the one that claimed to love me at that point. Or was that just a scam to get help with your marks so that you wouldn't fail your year. I mean. you wouldn't be the first one to do that. Everyone just became my friends in school because they were failing and needed help to bring their marks up."
"Me need help? Please. I was highest male in our year. I don't think that YOU could've helped me. And no it wasn't a scam."
"Then what the hell was it? And weren't you failing Transfiguration? I did help you countless times to keep your marks up"
"You promised to never mention that again remember?"
"Well, Malfoy, we all break promises don't we? I mean, you did promise to never leave me alone. To never stop loving me. To never screw me over the way you did. But you wanna know something. Though I think I mentioned it last time we met. I never shed a tear for you and I never regretted a minute of that year. You wanna why?"
"Not really but I have a feeling that your gonna tell me aren't you?" Draco snarled, not at all pleased with the way this conversation was going. He had started it to see if he could make her mad but she was succeeding in making him the angry one.
"Because it proved to me that I could take anything. It showed me that no matter what happened I would be fine. It also taught me to never show my emotions. To shut the world out the way you always had. It taught me to never let the wall crumble"
"Well I'm glad that that year had some benefit to you. But let me tell you one thing. I've kept every promise I've ever made to you and anyone else. You remember that" With that said he turned and headed for the office that he had been given.
Hermione was to upset to let any of what he just said to sink in. All she knew at that moment was that work would no longer be her sanctuary. More like it would be her little niche of hell.
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Draco left the office at the end of the ten times more wound up than he had been when coming in that morning. He had left the Manor after a fight with Blaise and Justin over something that the Dark Lord had asked them to do and they couldn't agree on how to deal with it.
Then he had found a rather disturbing letter in his mail box that morning from someone. He had a good idea who, but he didn't think that it was safe for them to contact him no matter how much he hated them.
What he wouldn't give right now to go back in time 5 years and change every bad discussion that he had made. He had really screwed up his life, and he had brought down the others with him.
He and the guys had been so sure that this was the way to fix their lives then. Now they were all finding that maybe, just maybe, they had been completely wrong. But there was nothing they could do until Voldemort was brought down and sentenced to an eternity in hell.
He had just spent one of the most tense afternoons of his life with Hermione. The boss just happened to send some work for the two of them. Work that had to be done together. The only other day that he could think of that had been more tense ad been Graduation day, after the Six had broken up.
Just then he felt a burning sensation run up and down his arm. He was being summoned yet again for some reason or another. It was a very good thing that he had gotten used to this because the first few times he had screamed in pain. It had seriously hurt like a hundred times more than when he received the Dark Mark.
He apparated to go and meet his 'lord' and see just what exactly He wanted done this time or what he, Draco, had done to mess up some kind of plan again. If it was the latter than more than likely, Draco should get prepared for lots of pain and maybe even a couple days of being stuck in that huge Manor having to listen to lectures left and right for what ever he had messed up.
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Hermione went home around 4, knowing that no one would be there. OR at least, no one usually was home around this time of day. Apparently, though, Padma had decided to come home early that day.
"Hey Mia, I'm really sorry. I swear we were just talking, we we're going to talk to you in the morning about it all."
"I don't want to hear it right now Padma. You guys screwed it up yourselves. I've already had hellish day and your just making it worse, now get the hell out of my way so I can get some clothes. I'm getting the hell out of your lives so that you can do whatever you want."
"Hermione. Now you know that's not what we want. It never has and never will be." Ginny said from the doorway where she had just walked in.
"Well that's your problem now isn't it? I mean, you made it perfectly clear last night that you feel like you have to hide everything from me Gin. Everything of importance anyway. I mean, if you wanted to be in contact with Weasley, I would've understood. I mean he is your brother. But you had no right to say that I should apologize for something that's their fault and not mine. I told you to ask them what went wrong. Because that friendship was long over before that fight in seventh year. We just decided to keep up the facade of being the Golden Trio. But you don't know what went wrong there. Hell, I don't know what went wrong. All I know was it was caused by Potter and Weasley and them using me had a big part in it." Hermione spun on her heel so she was facing Padma again, "And I thought I told you bitch. Get the hell out of my way."
Padma, taken aback by the amount of calmness and coldness that radiated off of Hermione as she said all this, stepped aside. She glanced worriedly at Ginny. Hermione had said some things that should've been said with anger in her voice, but there was nothing. No anger, no compassion, nothing but calmness and coldness.
Hermione banged open her door, pulled out her suitcases and with a swish of her wand, everything in her room was packed. There was nothing left in her room, not a pillow, shirt or sock. She shrunk everything so it would fit in her pocket except for her back pack which she slung over her shoulder.
She walked out of her room and down the hall and tossed Ginny a pouch of gold.
"This should take care of my share of the rent and bills for the next month. Better start looking for a new roomy ladies. Consider this my months notice. This is the last that you'll see of Hermione Granger in this house."
With that she apparated out of the apartment and into the lobby of the wizarding hotel that she had made a reservation at earlier. She knew that Ginny and Padma wouldn't start looking until the month was up. But if they thought that she was ever going to stay in that house again, they had another thing coming. Hermione Granger had never been so deadly serious in her life.
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Well, it's a chapter right??
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh did I mention I'm sorry!?!?!?!?! I never thought that it would take this long. But this was the first bit of inspiration I've had in over a month. I hope it never takes this long again.
I promise there's an explanation though. I know that the homework thing is extremely tired with me but its true and then teachers all handed out projects over two days that we had one day to finish plus 3 tests a week on average, your lucky that you even got this. This, plus the volunteering and no longer having Friday nights to work on it added to no inspiration plus. well, lets just say that I've been very busy. I have a four day weekend on Halloween weekend though, so that should be the next update, though it could be earlier. If you've actually made it this far I congratulate you and thanks to all loyal reviewers for your patience. I love you all and thanks again. Also, all ideas are welcome.
Pure Mudblood
Disclaimer: I do not own anything (songs, characters etc.) but the plot line. Uncle Snape belongs to Slytherin Girl and I have full permission to use it.
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Hermione walked into her office soaking wet and so not looking forward to the day ahead of her. She had already made the decision to stay at a hotel or something for the next couple of night, just until things cooled down at home.
She didn't think she could take being around those two right now. She had had enough of that kind of thing in her life and they knew that she much preferred when they came to her with something like this instead of her finding out some other way, like she did last night.
How exactly did they think that last friendship ended? It wasn't just that fight at the beginning of seventh year. Oh no, that had only been the last straw. They had been fighting constantly since the beginning of the sixth year and there had been barely any contact over that fateful summer.
They just appeared to be fine to everyone else all the time. They would fight away from everyone else or in letters when they just couldn't handle talking to them other than the niceties that being the golden trio required.
"What the hell is their problem anyway? I haven't bothered them with even the slightest problem since the end of seventh year. I've just listened to them bitch and complain relentlessly about every little problem they've endured in the last 5 years" she mumbled as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Problems in paradise?" Hermione whirled around to see the smirking face of the last person on earth that she felt like dealing with at that moment. At any moment actually.
"Paradise? Really now Malfoy. I thought you at least knew me better than that. Paradise doesn't exist for me and never will. If I recall, you did once tell me that paradise is only in existence for those who are willing to deal with reality. You also told me that I have no clue how to deal with reality"
"That is true. That was also six years ago. Before I had to watch the reality check that you were thrown into. And to tell you the truth I had quite a good time watching the hell that you went through."
"Really? If I recall you were always the first one there to help me deal. You were also the one that claimed to love me at that point. Or was that just a scam to get help with your marks so that you wouldn't fail your year. I mean. you wouldn't be the first one to do that. Everyone just became my friends in school because they were failing and needed help to bring their marks up."
"Me need help? Please. I was highest male in our year. I don't think that YOU could've helped me. And no it wasn't a scam."
"Then what the hell was it? And weren't you failing Transfiguration? I did help you countless times to keep your marks up"
"You promised to never mention that again remember?"
"Well, Malfoy, we all break promises don't we? I mean, you did promise to never leave me alone. To never stop loving me. To never screw me over the way you did. But you wanna know something. Though I think I mentioned it last time we met. I never shed a tear for you and I never regretted a minute of that year. You wanna why?"
"Not really but I have a feeling that your gonna tell me aren't you?" Draco snarled, not at all pleased with the way this conversation was going. He had started it to see if he could make her mad but she was succeeding in making him the angry one.
"Because it proved to me that I could take anything. It showed me that no matter what happened I would be fine. It also taught me to never show my emotions. To shut the world out the way you always had. It taught me to never let the wall crumble"
"Well I'm glad that that year had some benefit to you. But let me tell you one thing. I've kept every promise I've ever made to you and anyone else. You remember that" With that said he turned and headed for the office that he had been given.
Hermione was to upset to let any of what he just said to sink in. All she knew at that moment was that work would no longer be her sanctuary. More like it would be her little niche of hell.
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Draco left the office at the end of the ten times more wound up than he had been when coming in that morning. He had left the Manor after a fight with Blaise and Justin over something that the Dark Lord had asked them to do and they couldn't agree on how to deal with it.
Then he had found a rather disturbing letter in his mail box that morning from someone. He had a good idea who, but he didn't think that it was safe for them to contact him no matter how much he hated them.
What he wouldn't give right now to go back in time 5 years and change every bad discussion that he had made. He had really screwed up his life, and he had brought down the others with him.
He and the guys had been so sure that this was the way to fix their lives then. Now they were all finding that maybe, just maybe, they had been completely wrong. But there was nothing they could do until Voldemort was brought down and sentenced to an eternity in hell.
He had just spent one of the most tense afternoons of his life with Hermione. The boss just happened to send some work for the two of them. Work that had to be done together. The only other day that he could think of that had been more tense ad been Graduation day, after the Six had broken up.
Just then he felt a burning sensation run up and down his arm. He was being summoned yet again for some reason or another. It was a very good thing that he had gotten used to this because the first few times he had screamed in pain. It had seriously hurt like a hundred times more than when he received the Dark Mark.
He apparated to go and meet his 'lord' and see just what exactly He wanted done this time or what he, Draco, had done to mess up some kind of plan again. If it was the latter than more than likely, Draco should get prepared for lots of pain and maybe even a couple days of being stuck in that huge Manor having to listen to lectures left and right for what ever he had messed up.
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Hermione went home around 4, knowing that no one would be there. OR at least, no one usually was home around this time of day. Apparently, though, Padma had decided to come home early that day.
"Hey Mia, I'm really sorry. I swear we were just talking, we we're going to talk to you in the morning about it all."
"I don't want to hear it right now Padma. You guys screwed it up yourselves. I've already had hellish day and your just making it worse, now get the hell out of my way so I can get some clothes. I'm getting the hell out of your lives so that you can do whatever you want."
"Hermione. Now you know that's not what we want. It never has and never will be." Ginny said from the doorway where she had just walked in.
"Well that's your problem now isn't it? I mean, you made it perfectly clear last night that you feel like you have to hide everything from me Gin. Everything of importance anyway. I mean, if you wanted to be in contact with Weasley, I would've understood. I mean he is your brother. But you had no right to say that I should apologize for something that's their fault and not mine. I told you to ask them what went wrong. Because that friendship was long over before that fight in seventh year. We just decided to keep up the facade of being the Golden Trio. But you don't know what went wrong there. Hell, I don't know what went wrong. All I know was it was caused by Potter and Weasley and them using me had a big part in it." Hermione spun on her heel so she was facing Padma again, "And I thought I told you bitch. Get the hell out of my way."
Padma, taken aback by the amount of calmness and coldness that radiated off of Hermione as she said all this, stepped aside. She glanced worriedly at Ginny. Hermione had said some things that should've been said with anger in her voice, but there was nothing. No anger, no compassion, nothing but calmness and coldness.
Hermione banged open her door, pulled out her suitcases and with a swish of her wand, everything in her room was packed. There was nothing left in her room, not a pillow, shirt or sock. She shrunk everything so it would fit in her pocket except for her back pack which she slung over her shoulder.
She walked out of her room and down the hall and tossed Ginny a pouch of gold.
"This should take care of my share of the rent and bills for the next month. Better start looking for a new roomy ladies. Consider this my months notice. This is the last that you'll see of Hermione Granger in this house."
With that she apparated out of the apartment and into the lobby of the wizarding hotel that she had made a reservation at earlier. She knew that Ginny and Padma wouldn't start looking until the month was up. But if they thought that she was ever going to stay in that house again, they had another thing coming. Hermione Granger had never been so deadly serious in her life.
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Well, it's a chapter right??
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Oh did I mention I'm sorry!?!?!?!?! I never thought that it would take this long. But this was the first bit of inspiration I've had in over a month. I hope it never takes this long again.
I promise there's an explanation though. I know that the homework thing is extremely tired with me but its true and then teachers all handed out projects over two days that we had one day to finish plus 3 tests a week on average, your lucky that you even got this. This, plus the volunteering and no longer having Friday nights to work on it added to no inspiration plus. well, lets just say that I've been very busy. I have a four day weekend on Halloween weekend though, so that should be the next update, though it could be earlier. If you've actually made it this far I congratulate you and thanks to all loyal reviewers for your patience. I love you all and thanks again. Also, all ideas are welcome.
Pure Mudblood