Thanks for the reviews, keep em coming. here are few responses to some
reviewers:
Little Blue Fud: You know, I just went back to read the sorting in book 1 and I realized no one knows what Blaise Zabini is..funny, how Blaise Zabini is mentioned a lot in fan fictions but no one truly knows the gender of this person. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! Scholcomp1: Really?
Rei.K: I know =)
Kris10michelle: No one knows m'dear.
Anyway! On with the story, and thanks to the rest of the reviewers.
Chapter 13 You Were Born to Hate Mudbloods
Finally, the first week of classes was over, it was finally the weekend.
Hermione figured she'd go to the Library to find some light reading. She was particularly interested in the founders of Hogwarts, although she has read of them before; she just hasn't gone into deep study about Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw.
Upon arrival of the Library, she realized it was entirely empty. The Librarian was gone, and no students were there. Or so it seemed.
Hermione headed to the back of the Library and tried to find the section she'd find a good book on the founders. She had spotted the History section of the Library just when she saw Draco sitting in a sofa chair and his feet on a foot stool. She looked at him, if he was reading, he read slowly because she stared at him for a good 5 minutes and he still hadn't turned the page. Then it hit her, he was in deep thought. She had seen that look too many times to count. Should I disturb him? Hermione walked past Draco and to the History section, grabbed a random book, Sal by Ruin Steffi. She sat down in a sofa chair near Draco's and began to read. To her surprise she had grabbed a book about Salazar Slytherin. She was then absorbed into the book.
"Hermione?" Draco said coming out of thought, she was the first thing he saw when he came out of thought. Hermione's head snapped up. "Oh, hello Draco." She said with a smile on her face.
"Draco, I noticed you were in deep thought, mind telling me what about?" Hermione asked curiously. Draco looked her in the eyes. The look of pure terror was in his eyes.
"I always thought it'd be the coolest thing to be a deatheater," Draco started. "Until in my 5th year. . ." Draco hesitated. "I met the old fart," Draco murmured. Hermione looked utterly confused, Draco noticed. "Voldemort," said correcting himself somewhat. Hermione nodded. "Wait you met him? How horrifying," Hermione commented. Draco nodded, "Tell me about it. Just the looks of him scared me out of being a Deatheater."
"Did anything happen when you met him?" Hermione asked. She was obviously very interested. Draco shook his head. "Not much. He told Lucius that he did a good job on raising me and that'd I'd make a fine Deatheater. He then took me to a gathering like thing with the rest of his remaining Deatheaters, as like an intro to what lied ahead. I had never been so scared in my life. Never," Draco said, he tousled his hair. "They tortured some muggle. I tried to remain as calm as I could, and act cool about it." Draco paused, "Later that evening he touched my face. His hands were so cold. You could almost feel the evil in him." Draco said scratching the back of his neck. He was obviously very uncomfortable talking about this.
Suddenly they heard a bump coming from a bookshelf near them. "Did you hear that?" Hermione asked. Draco nodded. "I'm gonna go, someone might be in here. I'll talk to you sometime soon," Hermione said. She gave Draco a hug and left, leaving the book behind. Draco stood up, walked around the bookshelves to see if anyone was there. There was someone there, Draco never saw found him though. Draco, confused, left the Library back to the commons.
~**~ Later that day, Draco was in the Common Room, lying on a couch when Blaise Zabini snuck up behind him. "Draco," he sneered. Draco jumped. "What the FUCK do you want NOW Zabini?" Draco said angrily as he turned around to face Blaise. People in the common room stirred.
"I suggest you to follow me, you don't want other Slytherins hear what I'm about to say." Blaise whispered. Draco stood up and followed Blaise to a corner of the Common Room no one was in.
"I know." Blaise said raising his eyebrows, with a smug look about his face.
"Wow, you KNOW goodness ME. Blaise Zabini KNOWS!" Draco said sarcastically. "You know what?" Draco asked. "You're friends with that mudblood, Granger!" Blaise whispered, being slightly considerate. "Whatever gave you THAT idea?" Draco replied defensively.
"I saw you, in the library with her; you told a bunch of stuff, that I am sure you would never tell any of your fellow Slytherins! That's when I accidentally hit my elbow on a bookshelf, you guys heard it, and she hugged you and left." Blaise whispered. Draco had the urge to kick this sorry cocky little shit's ass. "SO I had a decent conversation with her, BIG fucking deal." Draco whispered angrily.
"Decent alright, you told her about Voldemort. And she hugged you, even IF she just somehow caught you in a jolly-o mood, I still can't imagine you letting her hug you!" Blaise replied coolly. "YOU don't even know me Zabini, where do you get off making assumptions about me?" Draco asked.
"Oh? So you can tolerate dirty blooded magic folk. Never saw the day." Zabini replied.
"Zabini, who cares about blood anymore? I certainly DON'T. My father taught me a lot of things. I'm just now beginning to realize how wrong his teachings were." Draco glared Zabini in the eyes.
"Draco, you're a Slytherin, you were born to hate mudbloods." That's when Draco lost his self-control and slugged Blaise. "Why don't you just stay out of my life? I barely knew you existed up until yesterday." Draco yelled, the Common Room stirred, Blaise punched Draco back, in the stomach. Draco nearly lost it in front of Blaise, in front of the Common Room. He held in the pain and slammed Blaise to the floor.
The fight was just getting interesting when they were pulled apart by Professor Snape. "Detention, both of you," Snape yelled. "My office at 8, don't be late." Snape said as he stormed away. He stopped, "If I catch you fighting again, I can have you expelled." Snape continued to walk on.
All Draco could do is glare at Blaise as he headed toward the Boy's Dorm.
Little Blue Fud: You know, I just went back to read the sorting in book 1 and I realized no one knows what Blaise Zabini is..funny, how Blaise Zabini is mentioned a lot in fan fictions but no one truly knows the gender of this person. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! Scholcomp1: Really?
Rei.K: I know =)
Kris10michelle: No one knows m'dear.
Anyway! On with the story, and thanks to the rest of the reviewers.
Chapter 13 You Were Born to Hate Mudbloods
Finally, the first week of classes was over, it was finally the weekend.
Hermione figured she'd go to the Library to find some light reading. She was particularly interested in the founders of Hogwarts, although she has read of them before; she just hasn't gone into deep study about Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw.
Upon arrival of the Library, she realized it was entirely empty. The Librarian was gone, and no students were there. Or so it seemed.
Hermione headed to the back of the Library and tried to find the section she'd find a good book on the founders. She had spotted the History section of the Library just when she saw Draco sitting in a sofa chair and his feet on a foot stool. She looked at him, if he was reading, he read slowly because she stared at him for a good 5 minutes and he still hadn't turned the page. Then it hit her, he was in deep thought. She had seen that look too many times to count. Should I disturb him? Hermione walked past Draco and to the History section, grabbed a random book, Sal by Ruin Steffi. She sat down in a sofa chair near Draco's and began to read. To her surprise she had grabbed a book about Salazar Slytherin. She was then absorbed into the book.
"Hermione?" Draco said coming out of thought, she was the first thing he saw when he came out of thought. Hermione's head snapped up. "Oh, hello Draco." She said with a smile on her face.
"Draco, I noticed you were in deep thought, mind telling me what about?" Hermione asked curiously. Draco looked her in the eyes. The look of pure terror was in his eyes.
"I always thought it'd be the coolest thing to be a deatheater," Draco started. "Until in my 5th year. . ." Draco hesitated. "I met the old fart," Draco murmured. Hermione looked utterly confused, Draco noticed. "Voldemort," said correcting himself somewhat. Hermione nodded. "Wait you met him? How horrifying," Hermione commented. Draco nodded, "Tell me about it. Just the looks of him scared me out of being a Deatheater."
"Did anything happen when you met him?" Hermione asked. She was obviously very interested. Draco shook his head. "Not much. He told Lucius that he did a good job on raising me and that'd I'd make a fine Deatheater. He then took me to a gathering like thing with the rest of his remaining Deatheaters, as like an intro to what lied ahead. I had never been so scared in my life. Never," Draco said, he tousled his hair. "They tortured some muggle. I tried to remain as calm as I could, and act cool about it." Draco paused, "Later that evening he touched my face. His hands were so cold. You could almost feel the evil in him." Draco said scratching the back of his neck. He was obviously very uncomfortable talking about this.
Suddenly they heard a bump coming from a bookshelf near them. "Did you hear that?" Hermione asked. Draco nodded. "I'm gonna go, someone might be in here. I'll talk to you sometime soon," Hermione said. She gave Draco a hug and left, leaving the book behind. Draco stood up, walked around the bookshelves to see if anyone was there. There was someone there, Draco never saw found him though. Draco, confused, left the Library back to the commons.
~**~ Later that day, Draco was in the Common Room, lying on a couch when Blaise Zabini snuck up behind him. "Draco," he sneered. Draco jumped. "What the FUCK do you want NOW Zabini?" Draco said angrily as he turned around to face Blaise. People in the common room stirred.
"I suggest you to follow me, you don't want other Slytherins hear what I'm about to say." Blaise whispered. Draco stood up and followed Blaise to a corner of the Common Room no one was in.
"I know." Blaise said raising his eyebrows, with a smug look about his face.
"Wow, you KNOW goodness ME. Blaise Zabini KNOWS!" Draco said sarcastically. "You know what?" Draco asked. "You're friends with that mudblood, Granger!" Blaise whispered, being slightly considerate. "Whatever gave you THAT idea?" Draco replied defensively.
"I saw you, in the library with her; you told a bunch of stuff, that I am sure you would never tell any of your fellow Slytherins! That's when I accidentally hit my elbow on a bookshelf, you guys heard it, and she hugged you and left." Blaise whispered. Draco had the urge to kick this sorry cocky little shit's ass. "SO I had a decent conversation with her, BIG fucking deal." Draco whispered angrily.
"Decent alright, you told her about Voldemort. And she hugged you, even IF she just somehow caught you in a jolly-o mood, I still can't imagine you letting her hug you!" Blaise replied coolly. "YOU don't even know me Zabini, where do you get off making assumptions about me?" Draco asked.
"Oh? So you can tolerate dirty blooded magic folk. Never saw the day." Zabini replied.
"Zabini, who cares about blood anymore? I certainly DON'T. My father taught me a lot of things. I'm just now beginning to realize how wrong his teachings were." Draco glared Zabini in the eyes.
"Draco, you're a Slytherin, you were born to hate mudbloods." That's when Draco lost his self-control and slugged Blaise. "Why don't you just stay out of my life? I barely knew you existed up until yesterday." Draco yelled, the Common Room stirred, Blaise punched Draco back, in the stomach. Draco nearly lost it in front of Blaise, in front of the Common Room. He held in the pain and slammed Blaise to the floor.
The fight was just getting interesting when they were pulled apart by Professor Snape. "Detention, both of you," Snape yelled. "My office at 8, don't be late." Snape said as he stormed away. He stopped, "If I catch you fighting again, I can have you expelled." Snape continued to walk on.
All Draco could do is glare at Blaise as he headed toward the Boy's Dorm.