(A/N I am so sorry it took me so long to post chapter 3, I had it all written but a little bit and I just finished it today because I stayed home from school, I only got two reviews so far but that's ok, I will still keep writing for those two people who reviewed, I really want some support or suggestions. But.. for some review shouts.
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~~The words that are in those squiggly things during the story are part of the past, like a memory or later on in the story, a dream. ~~ ENJOY!)
Draco and Hermione sat in silence in the Heads common room reading a book, never making eye contact, never starting a conversation, not even moving other than to turn a page. All the movement that the plain eye could see was their eyes following the words on the page. If it weren't for that, anyone who walked into the common room at that moment would think they were dead. But at that moment the books were Draco and Hermiones best friends. They could stare at the words for hours and not have to talk to each other. The words were their savior from embarrassment and ridicule. All because of what happened when Hermione drank her half of the truth potion earlier that day.
-Back in the potions class a couple hours before-..
~~ Hermione gulped down her half of the potion thinking she was ready for anything Draco threw at her. She thought wrong. Draco stared her down in intent to make her nervous thus cracking under the pressure. Draco knew he could withstand the potion because his father had taught him to. After all a death eater needed to know how to lie, even with these little "obstacles", As Lucius called truth potions and spells. Draco however didn't know if Hermione could withstand it or not, she was, after all, the best student in class with Draco trailing behind. She was a mudblood, but a very tough and stubborn one, and even if Draco hated with all his cold heart to admit it, she was a great witch.
Hermione looked at him with that gleam in her eyes that she had when she looked at someone she loathed. After she took down the potion in one gulp and proceeded to feel a little groggy, she got control of herself and popped back into reality she saw Draco Malfoy looking her in the eye obviously thinking about a question to ask her. A good one. And oh what a great one he was planning. Draco let out a groan because he knew that anything he asked her would be mean and she would get mad. Why did that matter? He loved being mean to Potter and all of his friends. Since when did he care about being decent to Granger? Since now he supposed. But, for this potions class he was going to be himself…the mean self.
"Hey Granger, you up to answering some questions?" came Malfoys sardonic voice.
"That's a question Malfoy, and I guess I have to be up to answering questions because no matter what I do I will have to answer them truthfully." Hermione shuddered at those words. Who knew how many of her deepest secrets would be floating around the room in a minute's time? The potion had no changes at all on anyone's personality, only when a question was admitted to the drinker would the drinker snap into a trance and in a way become the question asker's slave.
"Eh, Granger how do you like being a mudblood?"
Hermione gaped at him, first for calling her a mudblood, second for even having the nerve and audacity to even ask her something like that, in front of the whole class. The gryffindors stood still, silent, and shocked. The slytherins were also silent but with huge grins on their faces waiting for Hermiones answer, so they could laugh at anything she said. But, Hermione didn't say anything. As much as she tried to fight it she let out a single, solitary tear. As soon as Draco saw that salty tear slide down her face he knew he had made a big mistake. ~~
-back in the common room in the present-
Hermione shifted in her chair because she'd been in the same position for hours now. She didn't know why she just didn't just herself up in her room forever and never have to see Dracos face ever again. She hated him. Absolutely loathed him. Draco looked up as Hermione shifted and tried to be absolutely sly and still with his movements as not to make eye contact with Hermione. For if he did, he knew he would see the hurt in her eyes that let that tear slip. Draco truly hated himself for saying those words to her. In his cold little heart he knew he'd done something wrong. But, it was what Lucius wanted him to do, be hurtful and mean to anyone not as superior to him. But, Hermione was smarter, nicer, beautiful…