CHAPTER 7
The next few weeks went relatively eventless. Draco and Hermione had planned a Halloween dance, and no one really bothered them about talking in class. There defense sessions continued every Saturday during the early morning hours. By the time they got back to the common room, they were sore, but not as much as in the first two weeks. With every session, they could feel themselves getting stronger.
The Saturday before Halloween was the first real Hogsmeade weekend. Draco asked Hermione to go with him. Hermione agreed. They said if anyone questioned them, they would say that they were discussing Head business.
Harry and Ron were pissed when she said that she was going with Draco and complained that she never hung out with them anymore. She promised that she'd go down to the Gryffindor common room after they got back since Draco planned on visiting the Slytherins anyway.
"Hermione?" Draco knocked on the bathroom door. "Hermione, come on, we're gunna be late, what's taking you so long?"
She opened the door to Draco's room and said, "Jeez, don't have a cow! I'm coming."
"Okay, well let's go then!"
They grabbed their cloaks and headed for Hogsmeade. They bought some more candy from Honeydukes, joke items from Zonko's, then went to buy dress robes for the dance.
Draco found black ones with silver trim and decided to get them. Hermione took a little longer to find ones that she liked. Eventually she found black robes with gold trim, they looked more like a dress than like dress robes, but she liked them. They bought their robes and headed for Three Broomsticks.
Draco bought two butterbeers and they sat in the back by the warm fire. Hermione looked around and saw Pansy and her Slytherin gang walk in. Pansy saw the two sitting together and made her way over to their table.
"Oh if it isn't Draco and his Mudblood girlfriend. Isn't this adorable?" she sneered.
"If you must know, Pansy, Draco is not my boyfriend, we are strictly here to discuss our duties," Hermione replied smoothly.
"Oh really now? So you wouldn't mind if I joined you then, would you?"
"As a matter of fact I do," said Draco coldly. "I told before, I don't like you! What the hell do I have to do to make you see that?"
"Oh, Drakie, baby, don't you think you're being a bit drastic?"
"NO!"
"Well I think you are. You're letting this Mudblood stop you from getting real women. Like me!" She said this as if she had some invisible air around her.
"Pansy, you're not a real woman. You're a whore! Go fuck yourself. Hell, go fuck Goyle for all I care. Just leave me the hell alone!"
"Oh Drakie, you always have the most wonderful ideas. Now where is Goyle?"
Draco gave Hermione a puzzled look and they both broke out into fits of laughter.
"Well, well, look what we've got here, Dean." Hermione and Draco looked up to see Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas standing over them.
Dean said, "There have been rumors going around school, but I never thought it'd be true."
"Our little Hermione, supposedly loyal Gryffindor, is here with the biggest Slytherin prick imaginable," Seamus continued.
"Yeah, Herm, I never thought I'd see the day when the model Gryffindor started screwing the model Slytherin," Dean went on.
"For your information," Hermione started angrily. "Draco and I are just friends. Nothing more! Why don't you to creeps go fuck off!"
"Wow, 'Mione, I thought I liked you before, but you just look so damn hot when you're mad!" Seamus looked at her, licking his lips. "And since you two aren't screwing, I guess that means I can kiss you."
He closed his eyes and bent forward to kiss her, but instead of being greeted with her lips, he was greeted with a smack.
"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" he yelled, making heads turn their way.
"That was because you are an asshole. And Dean, if you don't want a nice red mark across your face, I suggest you take your friend and get outta my face!"
Draco watched the two Gryffindor boys run toward the exit. He had been watching the fight with interest and was actually shocked that she had smacked a fellow Gryffindor.
"Oh boy, those do hurt. I know from experience." Draco winced at the thought of when he had been given the same treatment a few years before.
"Yeah, about that, I'm sorry. But you really did deserve it. You and your big mouth, I was so pissed at you."
"Don't worry about it," Draco shrugged. "I did deserve it. I'll admit, I was being an ass, but if I hadn't been, we might not be sitting here right now. After that day, I respected you, internally that is. When you smacked me, I saw Hermione Granger in a whole new light. That day is the day I started to like you."
"Then how come you were still so damn mean to me?" Hermione questioned.
"It was an image thing. Plus, I wanted to please my father. I don't know what possessed me to do that! Plus in the past seven years, I've had hours of entertainment from pissing off Potthead and Weasel." He finished with his trademark smirk.
Soon after, they headed back to Hogwarts. When they got inside, Draco said, "I don't think I'll be going down to the Slytherin common room. By now, Pansy has probably turned them all against me."
"I really don't feel like going to visit the Gryffindors either. I'll owl Harry and Ron and tell them."
When they reached the common room, Hermione wrote a quick note and sent it with Draco's owl. Not even ten minutes later, it came back with a response. Draco read it over her shoulder.
Hermione, Is that asshole doing something to you? If he is, let us know and we'll beat the Shit out of him! We also had an interesting Discussion with Seamus and Dean. They Said that they had a run-in with you and Malfoy at Hogsmeade. Is there something That you're not telling us? We've been your Best friends for seven years now, and you Can trust us. Please come down here. We're Begging you. We miss you so much! You Never talk to us anymore, and it's so annoying. Come on, please? Hope to see you in a few Minutes.
Ron and Harry
"Draco, I really do have to go see them," Hermione turned around and said to him. "I promise I'll be back in fifteen minutes. If not, come down to the common room. It's the portrait of the Fat Lady, and the password is pixie dust."
"Okay fine. Fifteen minutes and I'm coming down there."
"Okay."
They kissed quickly and Draco watched Hermione head out of the portrait hole.
"Why does she have to go see them?" he wondered. "They're just jealous because they realized that they took too long to do anything. Well, I think Weasel does anyway. I see the way he looks at her."
Draco went up to his dorm and pulled out his journal.
** I wish Hermione wasn't so damn loyal to her Gryffindor buddies all the time. I'm not jealous, I just love her, and I'm not particularly fond of her best friends, especially Weasel. The way he looks at her, it makes me want to kill him sometimes. It's like an obsession that I can see through his eyes. If he ever tries to take away my Hermione, I'll kill him! I will literally kill him! She's too good for him anyway, she deserves me! **
When he finished, he went to hide his journal in the bottom of his trunk, when a silver gleam caught his eye. It took a second before he realized that it was the ring he had found in Diagon Alley. Once again he put it on. It showed the same thing as it did last time, but at the end instead of Voldemort yelling Avanda Kedavra, it was Draco who yelled it. After he did, everything went black and then back to normal. He threw the ring back into his trunk, and once he realized that Hermione's fifteen minutes were up, he ran toward the Gryffindor tower.
When he was right outside the portrait, he heard Hermione's voice, she yelled, "Ron, what the hell are you doing?"
"Pixie dust!" Draco yelled at the Fat Lady.
She swung open and she heard Ron say, "Hermione, you aren't gunna tell Draco, are you?"
"Tell me what, Weasel? I heard her yell at you. What don't you want her to tell me?" Draco asked. Everyone in the common room turned to where Draco had just entered.
"How'd you get in here, Malfoy?" spat Ron.
"I gave him the password," Hermione answered in barely a whisper.
"What the hell did you do to her, Weasel?" Draco asked again.
"That's none of your business, Ferret!"
Draco stalked over to where he was standing and said more harshly, "It's all my business, Weasel! What the hell did you do to my girlfriend?"
This made the Gryffindors gape, and there were whispers circulating around the room.
"He grabbed my chest to distract me, and the attempted to kiss me," Hermione whispered. "That's why you heard me yell at him."
"I knew you were gunna try something! I tried begging Hermione to stay with me, but she convinced me that you were her friends, so I let her. I didn't want her to come any where near you. I don't know why I did! If you so much as look at her, I swear to all the gods in the sky, I will make your life a living hell! You are a pathetic excuse for a pureblood! I can't believe that you would do that to your best friend!"
Draco turned to leave when Ron said, "You took her from me, you son of a bitch! I was gunna ask her out on the train, but you and all those goddamn Death Eaters had to go and kill her parents! This is probably all one big set-up. You're probably using her to get information for You-Know-Who!"
"Don't ever call me a Death Eater again!" Draco spat at Ron. "I have no connection to those pathetic wizards who follow orders from someone else."
Draco turned, grabbed Hermione's hand, and led her out of the Gryffindor common room.
"What exactly happened?" Draco asked Hermione in a much softer tone than he spoke to Ron in.
Tears began to stream out of her eyes. "We were just talking and I was trying to get away from them because it was obvious that they were up to something. So I stood up and tried to leave, but Ron grabbed my chest and attempted to kiss me, but I pushed him away as soon as his lips touched mine. Then I yelled at him, and that's when you came in."
They stopped in the middle of the hall and Hermione leaned her head on Draco's chest and sobbed.
"I shouldn't have let you go," he whispered.
"It's not your fault, Draco. I begged you to let me go. I thought they were my friends. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared and everyone in Gryffindor knows that we're going out. What if they tell someone?"
"If they do tell someone and my father finds out, I'll take care of it. I will never in my life let anything happen to you."
Draco took her hand and led her back down to their common room. ~ Three days later, the school was buzzing with excitement. It was Halloween and everybody seemed to be hyperactive. The teachers didn't even bother with giving homework because they knew that it wasn't gunna get done. Even McGonagall and Snape decided to let them off easy.
In Charms, they just reviewed some of the charms that they had learned over the first two months of school. Even though they were in their seventh year, the students still were making objects zoom all over the classroom and making non-living objects hop around the room. Professor Flitwick was enjoying the class, he didn't mind the mess they were making.
Draco noticed this and whispered to Hermione, "Wanna see a midget fly?"
"Draco, you wouldn't!"
He smirked and pointed his wand toward Flitwick and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The class watched Flitwick fly up into the air, laughing like he was mad. "I believe we learned this one a few years ago, but it's still good to review older charms too."
No one (with the exception of Draco and Hermione) knew who had done that to Flitwick, but they watched as he drifted over to a pile of pillows and went crashing down onto them as the bell rang. The class laughed like mad as they filed out of the room.
After charms, they all headed up to their dorms to get ready for the dance that would be taking place in three hours.
The next few weeks went relatively eventless. Draco and Hermione had planned a Halloween dance, and no one really bothered them about talking in class. There defense sessions continued every Saturday during the early morning hours. By the time they got back to the common room, they were sore, but not as much as in the first two weeks. With every session, they could feel themselves getting stronger.
The Saturday before Halloween was the first real Hogsmeade weekend. Draco asked Hermione to go with him. Hermione agreed. They said if anyone questioned them, they would say that they were discussing Head business.
Harry and Ron were pissed when she said that she was going with Draco and complained that she never hung out with them anymore. She promised that she'd go down to the Gryffindor common room after they got back since Draco planned on visiting the Slytherins anyway.
"Hermione?" Draco knocked on the bathroom door. "Hermione, come on, we're gunna be late, what's taking you so long?"
She opened the door to Draco's room and said, "Jeez, don't have a cow! I'm coming."
"Okay, well let's go then!"
They grabbed their cloaks and headed for Hogsmeade. They bought some more candy from Honeydukes, joke items from Zonko's, then went to buy dress robes for the dance.
Draco found black ones with silver trim and decided to get them. Hermione took a little longer to find ones that she liked. Eventually she found black robes with gold trim, they looked more like a dress than like dress robes, but she liked them. They bought their robes and headed for Three Broomsticks.
Draco bought two butterbeers and they sat in the back by the warm fire. Hermione looked around and saw Pansy and her Slytherin gang walk in. Pansy saw the two sitting together and made her way over to their table.
"Oh if it isn't Draco and his Mudblood girlfriend. Isn't this adorable?" she sneered.
"If you must know, Pansy, Draco is not my boyfriend, we are strictly here to discuss our duties," Hermione replied smoothly.
"Oh really now? So you wouldn't mind if I joined you then, would you?"
"As a matter of fact I do," said Draco coldly. "I told before, I don't like you! What the hell do I have to do to make you see that?"
"Oh, Drakie, baby, don't you think you're being a bit drastic?"
"NO!"
"Well I think you are. You're letting this Mudblood stop you from getting real women. Like me!" She said this as if she had some invisible air around her.
"Pansy, you're not a real woman. You're a whore! Go fuck yourself. Hell, go fuck Goyle for all I care. Just leave me the hell alone!"
"Oh Drakie, you always have the most wonderful ideas. Now where is Goyle?"
Draco gave Hermione a puzzled look and they both broke out into fits of laughter.
"Well, well, look what we've got here, Dean." Hermione and Draco looked up to see Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas standing over them.
Dean said, "There have been rumors going around school, but I never thought it'd be true."
"Our little Hermione, supposedly loyal Gryffindor, is here with the biggest Slytherin prick imaginable," Seamus continued.
"Yeah, Herm, I never thought I'd see the day when the model Gryffindor started screwing the model Slytherin," Dean went on.
"For your information," Hermione started angrily. "Draco and I are just friends. Nothing more! Why don't you to creeps go fuck off!"
"Wow, 'Mione, I thought I liked you before, but you just look so damn hot when you're mad!" Seamus looked at her, licking his lips. "And since you two aren't screwing, I guess that means I can kiss you."
He closed his eyes and bent forward to kiss her, but instead of being greeted with her lips, he was greeted with a smack.
"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" he yelled, making heads turn their way.
"That was because you are an asshole. And Dean, if you don't want a nice red mark across your face, I suggest you take your friend and get outta my face!"
Draco watched the two Gryffindor boys run toward the exit. He had been watching the fight with interest and was actually shocked that she had smacked a fellow Gryffindor.
"Oh boy, those do hurt. I know from experience." Draco winced at the thought of when he had been given the same treatment a few years before.
"Yeah, about that, I'm sorry. But you really did deserve it. You and your big mouth, I was so pissed at you."
"Don't worry about it," Draco shrugged. "I did deserve it. I'll admit, I was being an ass, but if I hadn't been, we might not be sitting here right now. After that day, I respected you, internally that is. When you smacked me, I saw Hermione Granger in a whole new light. That day is the day I started to like you."
"Then how come you were still so damn mean to me?" Hermione questioned.
"It was an image thing. Plus, I wanted to please my father. I don't know what possessed me to do that! Plus in the past seven years, I've had hours of entertainment from pissing off Potthead and Weasel." He finished with his trademark smirk.
Soon after, they headed back to Hogwarts. When they got inside, Draco said, "I don't think I'll be going down to the Slytherin common room. By now, Pansy has probably turned them all against me."
"I really don't feel like going to visit the Gryffindors either. I'll owl Harry and Ron and tell them."
When they reached the common room, Hermione wrote a quick note and sent it with Draco's owl. Not even ten minutes later, it came back with a response. Draco read it over her shoulder.
Hermione, Is that asshole doing something to you? If he is, let us know and we'll beat the Shit out of him! We also had an interesting Discussion with Seamus and Dean. They Said that they had a run-in with you and Malfoy at Hogsmeade. Is there something That you're not telling us? We've been your Best friends for seven years now, and you Can trust us. Please come down here. We're Begging you. We miss you so much! You Never talk to us anymore, and it's so annoying. Come on, please? Hope to see you in a few Minutes.
Ron and Harry
"Draco, I really do have to go see them," Hermione turned around and said to him. "I promise I'll be back in fifteen minutes. If not, come down to the common room. It's the portrait of the Fat Lady, and the password is pixie dust."
"Okay fine. Fifteen minutes and I'm coming down there."
"Okay."
They kissed quickly and Draco watched Hermione head out of the portrait hole.
"Why does she have to go see them?" he wondered. "They're just jealous because they realized that they took too long to do anything. Well, I think Weasel does anyway. I see the way he looks at her."
Draco went up to his dorm and pulled out his journal.
** I wish Hermione wasn't so damn loyal to her Gryffindor buddies all the time. I'm not jealous, I just love her, and I'm not particularly fond of her best friends, especially Weasel. The way he looks at her, it makes me want to kill him sometimes. It's like an obsession that I can see through his eyes. If he ever tries to take away my Hermione, I'll kill him! I will literally kill him! She's too good for him anyway, she deserves me! **
When he finished, he went to hide his journal in the bottom of his trunk, when a silver gleam caught his eye. It took a second before he realized that it was the ring he had found in Diagon Alley. Once again he put it on. It showed the same thing as it did last time, but at the end instead of Voldemort yelling Avanda Kedavra, it was Draco who yelled it. After he did, everything went black and then back to normal. He threw the ring back into his trunk, and once he realized that Hermione's fifteen minutes were up, he ran toward the Gryffindor tower.
When he was right outside the portrait, he heard Hermione's voice, she yelled, "Ron, what the hell are you doing?"
"Pixie dust!" Draco yelled at the Fat Lady.
She swung open and she heard Ron say, "Hermione, you aren't gunna tell Draco, are you?"
"Tell me what, Weasel? I heard her yell at you. What don't you want her to tell me?" Draco asked. Everyone in the common room turned to where Draco had just entered.
"How'd you get in here, Malfoy?" spat Ron.
"I gave him the password," Hermione answered in barely a whisper.
"What the hell did you do to her, Weasel?" Draco asked again.
"That's none of your business, Ferret!"
Draco stalked over to where he was standing and said more harshly, "It's all my business, Weasel! What the hell did you do to my girlfriend?"
This made the Gryffindors gape, and there were whispers circulating around the room.
"He grabbed my chest to distract me, and the attempted to kiss me," Hermione whispered. "That's why you heard me yell at him."
"I knew you were gunna try something! I tried begging Hermione to stay with me, but she convinced me that you were her friends, so I let her. I didn't want her to come any where near you. I don't know why I did! If you so much as look at her, I swear to all the gods in the sky, I will make your life a living hell! You are a pathetic excuse for a pureblood! I can't believe that you would do that to your best friend!"
Draco turned to leave when Ron said, "You took her from me, you son of a bitch! I was gunna ask her out on the train, but you and all those goddamn Death Eaters had to go and kill her parents! This is probably all one big set-up. You're probably using her to get information for You-Know-Who!"
"Don't ever call me a Death Eater again!" Draco spat at Ron. "I have no connection to those pathetic wizards who follow orders from someone else."
Draco turned, grabbed Hermione's hand, and led her out of the Gryffindor common room.
"What exactly happened?" Draco asked Hermione in a much softer tone than he spoke to Ron in.
Tears began to stream out of her eyes. "We were just talking and I was trying to get away from them because it was obvious that they were up to something. So I stood up and tried to leave, but Ron grabbed my chest and attempted to kiss me, but I pushed him away as soon as his lips touched mine. Then I yelled at him, and that's when you came in."
They stopped in the middle of the hall and Hermione leaned her head on Draco's chest and sobbed.
"I shouldn't have let you go," he whispered.
"It's not your fault, Draco. I begged you to let me go. I thought they were my friends. I don't know what to do. I'm so scared and everyone in Gryffindor knows that we're going out. What if they tell someone?"
"If they do tell someone and my father finds out, I'll take care of it. I will never in my life let anything happen to you."
Draco took her hand and led her back down to their common room. ~ Three days later, the school was buzzing with excitement. It was Halloween and everybody seemed to be hyperactive. The teachers didn't even bother with giving homework because they knew that it wasn't gunna get done. Even McGonagall and Snape decided to let them off easy.
In Charms, they just reviewed some of the charms that they had learned over the first two months of school. Even though they were in their seventh year, the students still were making objects zoom all over the classroom and making non-living objects hop around the room. Professor Flitwick was enjoying the class, he didn't mind the mess they were making.
Draco noticed this and whispered to Hermione, "Wanna see a midget fly?"
"Draco, you wouldn't!"
He smirked and pointed his wand toward Flitwick and said, "Wingardium Leviosa!"
The class watched Flitwick fly up into the air, laughing like he was mad. "I believe we learned this one a few years ago, but it's still good to review older charms too."
No one (with the exception of Draco and Hermione) knew who had done that to Flitwick, but they watched as he drifted over to a pile of pillows and went crashing down onto them as the bell rang. The class laughed like mad as they filed out of the room.
After charms, they all headed up to their dorms to get ready for the dance that would be taking place in three hours.