isclaimer - I only own the plot, and that isn't saying much.
I would like to begin by thanking everyone who reviewed.
It has been brought to my attention that my math was off as well. Hagrid could not have gone to school with Snape and Hermione's father. He had already been expelled by then. Sorry for my mistake. Forgive me!
And one reviewer said something about the Gryffindors always having Herbology with the Slytherins. In one book, I think it was Chamber of Secrets; Gryffindor does have Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. I promise. And I'm pretty sure they keep the same houses in classes all the time. They did have Herbology with the Slytherins in the Chamber of Secrets movie. But that movie could hardly be classified as accurate on much. Don't get me wrong, I loved the film, they just took a lot of freedoms with it.
Also - Narisunell, I didn't force you to read my story so if you don't like it you don't have to. I explained why Harry wasn't getting special treatment from Mrs. Weasley if you paid enough attention to catch it. Also, Harry is supporting Hermione. He and Ron just don't want to see her get hurt. And lastly, I believe I am the author of this story and I will put Hermione and Draco together when and how I want to so DO NOT under any circumstances tell me how to write it. Okay, now that's out of my system.
Thank you for listening to me rant. Read on!
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It was Tuesday again, time for Potions. Hermione unhappily took her seat next to Draco who had already arrived. Once again he didn't look at her as she sat down and neither of them breathed a word. Silently the two got out their quills and parchment to prepare for class.
Hermione studied her piece of yellowed paper for several minutes before picking up one of her quills and writing six words, "Why were you at the Pitch?" Slowly, she pushed the paper over to Draco's side of the table, but never once looked at him; she kept her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Draco regarded the parchment before he took it into his hands and read her writing. He took out his own quill and wrote his answer. He folded the paper in half and placed it in one of her hands.
Hermione smoothed the note out flat onto the table and read what he had written. "None of your business, Mudblood. Keep your nose where it belongs." She quickly turned and glared at him but it was to no avail, he took no notice of her.
It was lucky that at that moment Snape billowed into the classroom or Hermione might have hexed him. She hurriedly scribbled her response back and shoved it to him underneath the table.
Not wanting to be caught passing notes by Snape, Draco had to wait several minutes to read it until the Professor was busy else ware in the room. "I told you, DON'T call me that." He chuckled at this. 'What's wrong with calling her what she is?' He thought. 'A filthy, good-for-nothing, Muggle- born witch.' He wrote back in his tiny scrawl, "And why not?"
Hermione read over this and just sighed. She softly whispered her answer, "Just forget it, you of all people wouldn't understand. Let's just start working." Draco nodded and began to gather their supplies. This was going to be an awfully strange partnership.
Draco and Hermione once again finished their Potion first and were allowed quiet free time. Several minutes later, Hermione felt something brush against her hand. She looked away from her book to see what it was and found another note. 'He doesn't let things go very well.' She thought and unfolded the piece of parchment. "What do you mean I wouldn't understand?" So she wrote back the obvious response, "I mean you wouldn't understand."
He read this and sneered sideways at her. "Witty, very witty." He muttered under his breath, just loud enough so she could hear him.
"Wasn't it?" She whispered back. Snape passed by their table and they were both forced to look occupied for a moment.
"Just tell me, Granger." He said sounding a bit annoyed.
"Granger?" She let out a quiet laugh. "What happened to, Mudblood?"
"Well, you did tell me not to call you that. But if you like I can easily start again." He was now half-facing her, his silver eyes boring into her brown ones.
"And when did you start listening to me?" She retorted almost to herself. He sighed and rolled his eyes before he answered.
"If you tell me I'll tell you why I was on the Pitch that night." He said. She just looked at the note and shook her head. Knowing why he was there couldn't possibly be as important as why he shouldn't call her a Mudblood. And she wasn't sure if she was ready for him to know that yet. Not even all the people in her house knew.
Draco was starting to get irritated. He was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. But now this Muggle-born witch was denying him the one thing he was most curious about. She had told him time and time again on different occasions not to call her that. She had never done that in past years. What was so different, what had changed?
Draco glanced back over at the brunette witch who was sitting, silently reading her book. He closely studied her face for any signs that anything had changed, but the only thing he noticed was that she had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.
Hermione felt the silver eyes on her. She slowly turned her head and stared back. Draco looked away immediately and went back to scribbling away on his parchment. Neither of them spoke another word.
Snape looked up from his desk and dismissed them from class when it was time. Hermione gathered her courage and approached the Professor.
"Professor Snape?" She said tentatively.
"What is it, girl?" He answered without looking up from his paperwork.
"I was wondering if you could tell me anything about my father." She said quietly. Still he didn't look up.
"I don't know you're father, Miss Granger." His hand had not stopped moving across the paper since their little chat had begun.
"Not my Muggle father Professor, my real father. Professor Dumbledore said you were friends in school." Her eyes peered into the black haired mans' head. He finally looked up.
"Of course, he did. I haven't talked to your real father in over twenty years. I meant what I said; I don't know your father. Not anymore." And with that the Professor went back to work.
Hermione lowered her eyes to the stone floor and turned to leave. When she was almost to the door a pair of black dragon skin boots came into view. Her eyes traveled up their owner's body and rested on the face of Draco Malfoy. "Oh no." She mouthed. He leaned against the doorway and smirked.
"So, that's why you don't want to be called Mudblood." He said and walked away.
"This is not good." She thought. "Not good at all."
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"Malfoy knows?" Harry nearly yelled when Hermione told Ron and him about her encounter with the blonde Slytherin.
"Yes." She answered quietly. "He knows. He heard me talk to Snape, who, by the way, didn't tell me a damn thing."
"Well, that's bad." Ron added to the conversation.
"Oh, really? You think so?" Hermione replied sarcastically. "Hardly anyone knows about my adoption except you and Harry and now he knows. This is horrible. Bad is an understatement. Now he'll tell everyone and I don't want everyone to know yet!" Hermione slumped back into her crimson armchair and sighed.
"You've been through worse. Look at it this way; everyone would have found out sooner or later after we go to Hogsmeade since you're set on seeing them when we go. It's just happening sooner rather than later." Harry said to try and comfort her.
"Not helping." Hermione grumbled. She truly didn't want everyone to know. She wasn't ready. While she was the smartest witch in their year she was still quite a private person. Harry and Ron both knew this. It took a long time before she was willing to trust them with everything.
"Why don't you try and sleep on it. Everything seems worse when you're tired." Ron said. "Bloody hell, I sound like Mum." He smacked himself in the head and relaxed further into the couch.
"Good idea." She said quietly and stood. "I'll see you in the morning." She gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "G'night."
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The next day Gryffindor had History of Magic with the Slytherins. When Draco entered the dimly lit room Hermione's eyes shot open and she couldn't help but look at him. He gave her a smirk in return, but did nothing else.
For an hour and a half the class listened to Professor Binns drone on in his monotone voice about different Goblins. The minute class was over, Hermione bolted out the door to catch up with Draco. He paid no attention to her and barely acknowledged her presence.
"You're not going to tell anyone are you? About my parents?" She whispered, hurriedly.
"We shall see Granger, we shall see." He laughed. His laugh made her cringe. It was halfway between being completely evil and being amused.
His words still rung in her head long after he was gone, and she stood standing in the hall. "We shall see."
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Okay so not the best of chapters. I realized I hadn't posted in a while so I figured I had better write before someone got mad. So I just wrote. The only part I'm proud of is Hermione's conversation with Snape. I like it. I don't care if you did. Anyway thanks for reading and now -
REVIEW!
I would like to begin by thanking everyone who reviewed.
It has been brought to my attention that my math was off as well. Hagrid could not have gone to school with Snape and Hermione's father. He had already been expelled by then. Sorry for my mistake. Forgive me!
And one reviewer said something about the Gryffindors always having Herbology with the Slytherins. In one book, I think it was Chamber of Secrets; Gryffindor does have Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. I promise. And I'm pretty sure they keep the same houses in classes all the time. They did have Herbology with the Slytherins in the Chamber of Secrets movie. But that movie could hardly be classified as accurate on much. Don't get me wrong, I loved the film, they just took a lot of freedoms with it.
Also - Narisunell, I didn't force you to read my story so if you don't like it you don't have to. I explained why Harry wasn't getting special treatment from Mrs. Weasley if you paid enough attention to catch it. Also, Harry is supporting Hermione. He and Ron just don't want to see her get hurt. And lastly, I believe I am the author of this story and I will put Hermione and Draco together when and how I want to so DO NOT under any circumstances tell me how to write it. Okay, now that's out of my system.
Thank you for listening to me rant. Read on!
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It was Tuesday again, time for Potions. Hermione unhappily took her seat next to Draco who had already arrived. Once again he didn't look at her as she sat down and neither of them breathed a word. Silently the two got out their quills and parchment to prepare for class.
Hermione studied her piece of yellowed paper for several minutes before picking up one of her quills and writing six words, "Why were you at the Pitch?" Slowly, she pushed the paper over to Draco's side of the table, but never once looked at him; she kept her eyes fixed straight ahead.
Draco regarded the parchment before he took it into his hands and read her writing. He took out his own quill and wrote his answer. He folded the paper in half and placed it in one of her hands.
Hermione smoothed the note out flat onto the table and read what he had written. "None of your business, Mudblood. Keep your nose where it belongs." She quickly turned and glared at him but it was to no avail, he took no notice of her.
It was lucky that at that moment Snape billowed into the classroom or Hermione might have hexed him. She hurriedly scribbled her response back and shoved it to him underneath the table.
Not wanting to be caught passing notes by Snape, Draco had to wait several minutes to read it until the Professor was busy else ware in the room. "I told you, DON'T call me that." He chuckled at this. 'What's wrong with calling her what she is?' He thought. 'A filthy, good-for-nothing, Muggle- born witch.' He wrote back in his tiny scrawl, "And why not?"
Hermione read over this and just sighed. She softly whispered her answer, "Just forget it, you of all people wouldn't understand. Let's just start working." Draco nodded and began to gather their supplies. This was going to be an awfully strange partnership.
Draco and Hermione once again finished their Potion first and were allowed quiet free time. Several minutes later, Hermione felt something brush against her hand. She looked away from her book to see what it was and found another note. 'He doesn't let things go very well.' She thought and unfolded the piece of parchment. "What do you mean I wouldn't understand?" So she wrote back the obvious response, "I mean you wouldn't understand."
He read this and sneered sideways at her. "Witty, very witty." He muttered under his breath, just loud enough so she could hear him.
"Wasn't it?" She whispered back. Snape passed by their table and they were both forced to look occupied for a moment.
"Just tell me, Granger." He said sounding a bit annoyed.
"Granger?" She let out a quiet laugh. "What happened to, Mudblood?"
"Well, you did tell me not to call you that. But if you like I can easily start again." He was now half-facing her, his silver eyes boring into her brown ones.
"And when did you start listening to me?" She retorted almost to herself. He sighed and rolled his eyes before he answered.
"If you tell me I'll tell you why I was on the Pitch that night." He said. She just looked at the note and shook her head. Knowing why he was there couldn't possibly be as important as why he shouldn't call her a Mudblood. And she wasn't sure if she was ready for him to know that yet. Not even all the people in her house knew.
Draco was starting to get irritated. He was used to getting what he wanted when he wanted it. But now this Muggle-born witch was denying him the one thing he was most curious about. She had told him time and time again on different occasions not to call her that. She had never done that in past years. What was so different, what had changed?
Draco glanced back over at the brunette witch who was sitting, silently reading her book. He closely studied her face for any signs that anything had changed, but the only thing he noticed was that she had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.
Hermione felt the silver eyes on her. She slowly turned her head and stared back. Draco looked away immediately and went back to scribbling away on his parchment. Neither of them spoke another word.
Snape looked up from his desk and dismissed them from class when it was time. Hermione gathered her courage and approached the Professor.
"Professor Snape?" She said tentatively.
"What is it, girl?" He answered without looking up from his paperwork.
"I was wondering if you could tell me anything about my father." She said quietly. Still he didn't look up.
"I don't know you're father, Miss Granger." His hand had not stopped moving across the paper since their little chat had begun.
"Not my Muggle father Professor, my real father. Professor Dumbledore said you were friends in school." Her eyes peered into the black haired mans' head. He finally looked up.
"Of course, he did. I haven't talked to your real father in over twenty years. I meant what I said; I don't know your father. Not anymore." And with that the Professor went back to work.
Hermione lowered her eyes to the stone floor and turned to leave. When she was almost to the door a pair of black dragon skin boots came into view. Her eyes traveled up their owner's body and rested on the face of Draco Malfoy. "Oh no." She mouthed. He leaned against the doorway and smirked.
"So, that's why you don't want to be called Mudblood." He said and walked away.
"This is not good." She thought. "Not good at all."
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"Malfoy knows?" Harry nearly yelled when Hermione told Ron and him about her encounter with the blonde Slytherin.
"Yes." She answered quietly. "He knows. He heard me talk to Snape, who, by the way, didn't tell me a damn thing."
"Well, that's bad." Ron added to the conversation.
"Oh, really? You think so?" Hermione replied sarcastically. "Hardly anyone knows about my adoption except you and Harry and now he knows. This is horrible. Bad is an understatement. Now he'll tell everyone and I don't want everyone to know yet!" Hermione slumped back into her crimson armchair and sighed.
"You've been through worse. Look at it this way; everyone would have found out sooner or later after we go to Hogsmeade since you're set on seeing them when we go. It's just happening sooner rather than later." Harry said to try and comfort her.
"Not helping." Hermione grumbled. She truly didn't want everyone to know. She wasn't ready. While she was the smartest witch in their year she was still quite a private person. Harry and Ron both knew this. It took a long time before she was willing to trust them with everything.
"Why don't you try and sleep on it. Everything seems worse when you're tired." Ron said. "Bloody hell, I sound like Mum." He smacked himself in the head and relaxed further into the couch.
"Good idea." She said quietly and stood. "I'll see you in the morning." She gave each of them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "G'night."
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The next day Gryffindor had History of Magic with the Slytherins. When Draco entered the dimly lit room Hermione's eyes shot open and she couldn't help but look at him. He gave her a smirk in return, but did nothing else.
For an hour and a half the class listened to Professor Binns drone on in his monotone voice about different Goblins. The minute class was over, Hermione bolted out the door to catch up with Draco. He paid no attention to her and barely acknowledged her presence.
"You're not going to tell anyone are you? About my parents?" She whispered, hurriedly.
"We shall see Granger, we shall see." He laughed. His laugh made her cringe. It was halfway between being completely evil and being amused.
His words still rung in her head long after he was gone, and she stood standing in the hall. "We shall see."
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Okay so not the best of chapters. I realized I hadn't posted in a while so I figured I had better write before someone got mad. So I just wrote. The only part I'm proud of is Hermione's conversation with Snape. I like it. I don't care if you did. Anyway thanks for reading and now -
REVIEW!