"So how's Draco doing?" Harry asked.
"Well, he groaned when I mentioned me bringing his homework," she informed her friends. Harry and Ron
chuckled.
"He's doing fine then," Ron assured Hermione. The three entered Snape's classroom to a bunch of loud
Slytherins. Hermione took her seat next to Ron and Harry, with Draco's empty seat on her other side. Just then Crabbe
spoke up.
"So Granger, how's your boyfriend doing?" He jeered. She ignored her, pretending to finish up a Potions report.
"Hey Granger! I'm talking to you!" She continued to remain silent.
"You wanna give Malfoy a message for me?" Crabbe asked, then paused waiting for a reply. When he didn't get
one, he went on, "Tell your boyfriend that I send my love; Mudblood love that is!" A chorus of laughter came from the
Slytherins, as the Gryffindors stayed quiet, watching Hermione. Hermione got ready to get up, but Harry grabbed her
hand and shook his head ever so slightly.
"Don't do it," he mouthed. She closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths. Lucky for her, Snape entered and
started the class. He dumped a ton of homework on them, and by the end of class Gryffindor had lost 10 points, and
Slytherin had gained 15.
Back in Dumbeldore's office, Draco had fully recovered, but the Headmaster insisted that he return to his home,
under the care of his father for the weekend.
"What about Hermione? She said she'd come after school with my homework," Draco told the Professor.
"I'll explain, she'll understand. Your father is on his way." He helped Draco up and patiently waited the arrival
of Lucius Malfoy. He showed up at the sound of the bell, indicating fourth class to commence.
"Good afternoon Headmaster," Lucius greeted. Dumbeldore nodded as Draco greeted his father. Lucius just
shot an icy glare at his son then pointed to the door. Draco silently headed for the door, thanking Dumbeldore, as his
father assured the Headmaster that Draco would be back in school by the end of that weekend.
At the Malfoy residence, the instant the door had closed, Lucius grabbed Draco by the shoulder, preventing
him from moving any further.
"Fighting with your OWN house? What in the world has gotted into you?! First, you start spending all your time
at school, not coming home on holidays, then you don't come to the meetings for months now, and now you brawl with
your own house, what next Draco? You don't think the Drak Lord knows what's been going on Draco? Is that it?" His
father was steaming mad. Draco just stared at the ground, trying to picture Hermione's face.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!" Lucius screamed. Draco looked up, his eyes as dark
as his father's. They just stood there, staring each other down, not moving a muscle.
"So, Draco. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Lucius said slowly, watching his son closely.
"Nothing," Draco spat out, then turned to leave.
"Don't you DARE try and walk away from me Draco!"
Draco continued to walk to the stairs leading to his bedroom, but as he began to climb them his father spoke.
"I know about the Mudblood," he said in a cold whisper. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, his heart beating
faster and faster. He wanted to just run, the first time he's been afraid of his father, but his legs just stood there; frozen.
"Why Draco? Why do you bring shame to this family. Do you know how HARD I worked to give you
EVERYTHING? And this is how you repay me; a Mudblood. Do you know what the others are saying at the meetings?
Do you know what they think? Huh? DO YOU DRACO?" He yelled.
"I love her," Draco said.
"What did you say?"
"I love her," Draco said louder, then he spun around, "I love her, and there's nothing you can do!"
"Well, he groaned when I mentioned me bringing his homework," she informed her friends. Harry and Ron
chuckled.
"He's doing fine then," Ron assured Hermione. The three entered Snape's classroom to a bunch of loud
Slytherins. Hermione took her seat next to Ron and Harry, with Draco's empty seat on her other side. Just then Crabbe
spoke up.
"So Granger, how's your boyfriend doing?" He jeered. She ignored her, pretending to finish up a Potions report.
"Hey Granger! I'm talking to you!" She continued to remain silent.
"You wanna give Malfoy a message for me?" Crabbe asked, then paused waiting for a reply. When he didn't get
one, he went on, "Tell your boyfriend that I send my love; Mudblood love that is!" A chorus of laughter came from the
Slytherins, as the Gryffindors stayed quiet, watching Hermione. Hermione got ready to get up, but Harry grabbed her
hand and shook his head ever so slightly.
"Don't do it," he mouthed. She closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths. Lucky for her, Snape entered and
started the class. He dumped a ton of homework on them, and by the end of class Gryffindor had lost 10 points, and
Slytherin had gained 15.
Back in Dumbeldore's office, Draco had fully recovered, but the Headmaster insisted that he return to his home,
under the care of his father for the weekend.
"What about Hermione? She said she'd come after school with my homework," Draco told the Professor.
"I'll explain, she'll understand. Your father is on his way." He helped Draco up and patiently waited the arrival
of Lucius Malfoy. He showed up at the sound of the bell, indicating fourth class to commence.
"Good afternoon Headmaster," Lucius greeted. Dumbeldore nodded as Draco greeted his father. Lucius just
shot an icy glare at his son then pointed to the door. Draco silently headed for the door, thanking Dumbeldore, as his
father assured the Headmaster that Draco would be back in school by the end of that weekend.
At the Malfoy residence, the instant the door had closed, Lucius grabbed Draco by the shoulder, preventing
him from moving any further.
"Fighting with your OWN house? What in the world has gotted into you?! First, you start spending all your time
at school, not coming home on holidays, then you don't come to the meetings for months now, and now you brawl with
your own house, what next Draco? You don't think the Drak Lord knows what's been going on Draco? Is that it?" His
father was steaming mad. Draco just stared at the ground, trying to picture Hermione's face.
"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!!" Lucius screamed. Draco looked up, his eyes as dark
as his father's. They just stood there, staring each other down, not moving a muscle.
"So, Draco. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Lucius said slowly, watching his son closely.
"Nothing," Draco spat out, then turned to leave.
"Don't you DARE try and walk away from me Draco!"
Draco continued to walk to the stairs leading to his bedroom, but as he began to climb them his father spoke.
"I know about the Mudblood," he said in a cold whisper. Draco stopped dead in his tracks, his heart beating
faster and faster. He wanted to just run, the first time he's been afraid of his father, but his legs just stood there; frozen.
"Why Draco? Why do you bring shame to this family. Do you know how HARD I worked to give you
EVERYTHING? And this is how you repay me; a Mudblood. Do you know what the others are saying at the meetings?
Do you know what they think? Huh? DO YOU DRACO?" He yelled.
"I love her," Draco said.
"What did you say?"
"I love her," Draco said louder, then he spun around, "I love her, and there's nothing you can do!"