Disclaimer: I AM NOT JK ROWLING AND I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!. . . can I
have draco, though? *grins* Ok, now that I've written that.
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Thank you's
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Nahima Tala: MWAHAHAHAHA. . .im evil. Hehehe. Alright then, lol, im glad you like the story. I gotta come check your stories out soon.
Me: for those of you who do not know, that is Amanda. She's a nerd. She thinks im evil for leaving you guys wondering what is going on with hermione. Hahahaha. Ok.
Chesnutbaby14: awww that's really sweet. Thank you so much. Lol, you made my day with that review. I think I'll keep my writing just as a hobby though. Im too much of a procrastinator to do it for a career. Besides, I don't think I'm that good anyways. Thanks again.
Rav: hehe, she wanted more ron, so I gave him to her. hehe.
Ellie Love: it was supposed to be like that. Draco calls ron "weasel" all the time. Thanks for reviewing again.
complete*me: aww you're so nice. Lol, just for that im gonna hug ya back. *hugs back*
Draco's one and only: hehe. Oh no, draco went with pansy!!! Lol, I like to make her look like a big slut. Its fun. . .i should do more of that, hehe. Thanks for the good review.
Midnight-Primrose Riddle: *gasps* you love me, you really love me!! Lol, thanks for reviewing again.
Sumeragi Kousei: you made my day too! Lol. . .I say lol a lot in the thank you's don't I? Meh, oh well. Thank you for reading my story all morning, I appreciate it. Thank you for reviewing me too.
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A/N: hello.
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Chapter 7
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Draco rolled over in his bed sleepily. He yawned and began stretching as he opened his eyes. Pansy's face was two inches from his own smiling broadly.
Draco almost fell off the bed.
"Bloody hell, Pansy! Don't do that!" he hollered, and after taking a moment, he asked quizzically, "Why are you in here still? I thought I told you to leave after we were finished."
She sat there smiling at him. She wasn't looking at his face, though.
Draco glanced down, and upon turning red (although he wasn't sure why), he quickly covered himself with his sheets.
Pansy looked a little disappointed, "Well, I did leave. . . but then I came back," she muttered seductively to him as she crawled toward him on the bed, "I wanted to see you again and have some more fun, but you were asleep."
She giggled slightly, "but that didn't stop me from doing stuff to you anyways. . ." and with that she leaned over and tried to kiss him.
He backed away from her, and his next words came out dripping with malice and disdain, "Get off of my bed, you idiot girl. I did not wish for you to stay the entire night. I didn't really like the way I woke up this morning, with you next to me. You're just a good fuck, and once a night, a couple of nights a week was fine, but then you decided to stay the whole night."
His curiosity got the better of him, though, "And what in the bloody hell did you do to me in my sleep?!"
Pansy was still smiling at him, obviously having not heard him much at all. She sat down on his stomach, and reaching behind her, she began massaging him. "That," she responded, leaning down trying to kiss him again.
He looked at her in fury and pushed her off of him. He couldn't fight back the smirk that popped onto his face as he saw her lose her balance and fall off the side of the bed.
A very red Pansy scurried as fast as she could to stand up again. She adjusted her flimsy silk lingerie top (A/N: remember, she had come back from her room later on, therefore, he was still naked while she was clothed when she came back down), and gave him a haughty look.
"You have no idea what you have just done. Consider our little meetings over with!" she said, stomping out of the room.
Draco smirked as he shouted after her, "you'll be crawling back ON YOUR KNEES within a couple of days, Parkinson!"
He heard a loud "HMPH!" coming from the stairs and he leaned back against his pillows, satisfied that he had finally been able to get rid of the whore.
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After awhile, he made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As he sat down at the table, he noticed Pansy give him a snooty look. He mimicked her, laughing.
She glanced down at her eggs and bacon and pushed the plate away from her, obviously not hungry anymore.
Draco only smirked.
He got bored with her rather quickly, and began glancing around the Great hall, his eyes finally resting on a small portion of the Gryffindor table.
He noticed Ron first, because of his hair. Ron was watching something on the other end of the table, rather intently. Draco followed the red head's gaze and unexpectedly felt his heart jump when his eyes landed on Hermione.
What the hell? he scolded his heart for being an idiot. Then he rolled his eyes at himself as he remembered that his heart was basically an inanimate object and it didn't need to be scolded.
Yet, he still watched her. He noticed her head turn as she began looking down to the other end of the table as well. At first he had thought she was looking at Ron, but he soon realized she was not staring at Ron, but at Harry and Ginny.
He raised his eyebrow at her when he saw her eyes narrow at the two of them, who had already began snogging, so soon in the morning. Hermione looked disgusted and angry.
She began clenching her napkin in her fist, wadding it up into a tighter and tighter ball.
Draco hadn't noticed Pansy watching him.
Draco only watched Hermione, with an expression of confusion on his face, not paying any attention to Pansy as she made her way silently toward the Gryffindor table with a goblet full of pumpkin juice in her hands.
Obviously, Hermione hadn't noticed her either.
Draco jerked back to reality seconds before Pansy attacked Hermione.
He tried to run over to her to stop her, having left his wand in his room during breakfast. He got there too late, though.
Pansy stood above Hermione, who was still watching Harry and Ginny, and tilted the goblet over her head and allowed the contents of the glass waterfall over her.
Hermione stood up sputtering and Draco rushed over to the two girls, who were now glaring at each other with such hate in their eyes, with such adrenaline going, that everyone in the great hall had stopped what they were doing to look watch them.
Draco noticed that Ginny and Harry had finally pried themselves off each other long enough to watch too. Ron just sat there, mouth open in shock.
Pansy was watching Hermione with a kind of amusement in her eyes. She walked toward her and stopped just inches in front of her. Pansy, being the taller of the two, leered down at Hermione, almost seeming to dare her to do something.
Hermione looked up at her defiantly, her hands clenching and unclenching.
The taller girl laughed at her, a screeching, high pitched laugh that made everyone around them cover their ears.
Pansy took Hermione's silence as a sign of weakness and shoved her, "What is it, Mudblood? Afraid of a little fight?"
Hermione remained silent, although she looked rather pissed off, hurt, and humiliated.
Pansy waited for Hermione to answer her, and was a little shocked when Hermione only glared at her and turned around back onto the bench.
Pansy glared at Hermione, getting extremely angry that Hermione wasn't going to do anything. She wanted a fight, and she wasn't going to leave until she got one.
That's when she kicked Hermione in the back as hard as she could.
Hermione let out a gasp of pain and her hands reached out and tried to hold onto where she had been kicked, but her arms just weren't long enough.
She stood up slowly.
Pansy watched her, smirking, becoming more and more amused with Hermione.
Draco watched Hermione, unintentionally with a look of worry.
Hermione suddenly spun on her heel and turned face to face with Pansy, centimeters away from her. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as she pointed a shaky finger at Pansy.
"If you ever, ever do that again, I will. . ." she began, but Pansy interrupted her.
"Do what?" she asked shoving her.
"I'm warning you, Parkinson, don't you dare. . ." Hermione threatened.
"Do you really think I'm scared of you, Mudblood?" Pansy asked her, shoving her again.
Hermione lost her balance a little and bumped into Draco. She didn't seem to notice him, though.
She faced Pansy again, her back towards Draco, "Look, I'm leaving. Grow up." She began to turn around again, but Pansy caught her wrist and violently twisted Hermione towards her again.
Pansy wasn't expecting the fist that came with her.
She let go of Hermione and clutched her cheek. Hermione tried to hit her again, but Draco caught her around the waist and pulled her close to him, very careful not to touch her back.
"Stop it," he demanded.
Hermione's eyes flashed with anger and confusion. She found herself very aware of Draco's arm around her waist, almost protecting her in a way. She shook her head at her thoughts.
Hermione pulled Draco's arm from around her waist and ran from the room.
"Miss Parkinson!" Professor McGonnegal's voice rang out. Soon, all of the teachers were crowded around Pansy, ushering her to an office.
Draco stood there in shock. Ron scowled at him, and Ginny and Harry went back to snogging. Draco wanted to hit Harry for that, but he restrained himself. One fight was enough, after all.
He surveyed the room, and quickly walked out of the Great hall.
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Hermione ran blindly through the castle, tears of frustration and anger made it impossible for her to see where she was going. Her back was stinging in pain from where Pansy had kicked her.
She finally collapsed on some stairs in a heap (A/N: hehehe). Her shoulders shook as she cried, her fingers clawed at her hair, her nails ripping at her skin. She was becoming way too violent to herself when Draco finally found her.
Her back was to him again, and when he saw what she was doing, he ran up to her quickly and grabbed her flailing arms.
She looked at him in surprise, "Get off of me," she muttered.
Naturally, he didn't listen to her. He turned her around gently so he could see her back again.
He half expected her to slap him as he pulled up the back of her shirt, and was extremely surprised when she didn't.
Hermione looked straight ahead, as memories came flooding back.
She tensed a little as she felt Draco trace her scars with his fingers.
Draco was staring at her back intensely, as he ran his fingers along the scars.
He felt her tense up from the touch, but he didn't desist. The portion of her back that Pansy had kicked were incredibly red and hot to the touch.
"Does it sting?" he asked her. She nodded silently.
Draco leaned closer to Hermione's back, and blew on the inflamed skin.
Hermione shivered, "Why are you doing this?" she asked him.
"Because I've been through this before. . .I think," he answered.
Hermione tensed up even more, "What do you mean?" she asked nervously.
Draco didn't respond for a moment. He put his finger to his tounge and directed the wet appendage to her scars. "My mom used water. . .but seeing as we don't have water, we'll have to make do," he told her, regarding his saliva.
"What did you mean that you've been through 'this' before?" she questioned him again, nervously, hardly noticing at all that he was wiping his spit on her back. It was working, so she didn't fight it.
Draco looked to the floor and with his voice cracking, said, "My father beat me, too."
Hermione spun around at his comment and burst into tears. She stood up shakily, and after looking at him for a minute, she ran down the stairs, desperate to find the piano room.
She ran from room to room looking for it, but finally, she gave up, sinking to the floor in an empty corridor and began to cry.
Draco Malfoy, her biggest enemy, her arch-rival, her nemesis, had figured out her secret . .and had experienced it himself
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A/N: oooooo.there you go! Chapter 7. You know Hermione's secret now. Yay. You happy, AMANDA?!! Lol. Well, hope you liked it. Bye bye.
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Thank you's
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Nahima Tala: MWAHAHAHAHA. . .im evil. Hehehe. Alright then, lol, im glad you like the story. I gotta come check your stories out soon.
Me: for those of you who do not know, that is Amanda. She's a nerd. She thinks im evil for leaving you guys wondering what is going on with hermione. Hahahaha. Ok.
Chesnutbaby14: awww that's really sweet. Thank you so much. Lol, you made my day with that review. I think I'll keep my writing just as a hobby though. Im too much of a procrastinator to do it for a career. Besides, I don't think I'm that good anyways. Thanks again.
Rav: hehe, she wanted more ron, so I gave him to her. hehe.
Ellie Love: it was supposed to be like that. Draco calls ron "weasel" all the time. Thanks for reviewing again.
complete*me: aww you're so nice. Lol, just for that im gonna hug ya back. *hugs back*
Draco's one and only: hehe. Oh no, draco went with pansy!!! Lol, I like to make her look like a big slut. Its fun. . .i should do more of that, hehe. Thanks for the good review.
Midnight-Primrose Riddle: *gasps* you love me, you really love me!! Lol, thanks for reviewing again.
Sumeragi Kousei: you made my day too! Lol. . .I say lol a lot in the thank you's don't I? Meh, oh well. Thank you for reading my story all morning, I appreciate it. Thank you for reviewing me too.
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A/N: hello.
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Chapter 7
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Draco rolled over in his bed sleepily. He yawned and began stretching as he opened his eyes. Pansy's face was two inches from his own smiling broadly.
Draco almost fell off the bed.
"Bloody hell, Pansy! Don't do that!" he hollered, and after taking a moment, he asked quizzically, "Why are you in here still? I thought I told you to leave after we were finished."
She sat there smiling at him. She wasn't looking at his face, though.
Draco glanced down, and upon turning red (although he wasn't sure why), he quickly covered himself with his sheets.
Pansy looked a little disappointed, "Well, I did leave. . . but then I came back," she muttered seductively to him as she crawled toward him on the bed, "I wanted to see you again and have some more fun, but you were asleep."
She giggled slightly, "but that didn't stop me from doing stuff to you anyways. . ." and with that she leaned over and tried to kiss him.
He backed away from her, and his next words came out dripping with malice and disdain, "Get off of my bed, you idiot girl. I did not wish for you to stay the entire night. I didn't really like the way I woke up this morning, with you next to me. You're just a good fuck, and once a night, a couple of nights a week was fine, but then you decided to stay the whole night."
His curiosity got the better of him, though, "And what in the bloody hell did you do to me in my sleep?!"
Pansy was still smiling at him, obviously having not heard him much at all. She sat down on his stomach, and reaching behind her, she began massaging him. "That," she responded, leaning down trying to kiss him again.
He looked at her in fury and pushed her off of him. He couldn't fight back the smirk that popped onto his face as he saw her lose her balance and fall off the side of the bed.
A very red Pansy scurried as fast as she could to stand up again. She adjusted her flimsy silk lingerie top (A/N: remember, she had come back from her room later on, therefore, he was still naked while she was clothed when she came back down), and gave him a haughty look.
"You have no idea what you have just done. Consider our little meetings over with!" she said, stomping out of the room.
Draco smirked as he shouted after her, "you'll be crawling back ON YOUR KNEES within a couple of days, Parkinson!"
He heard a loud "HMPH!" coming from the stairs and he leaned back against his pillows, satisfied that he had finally been able to get rid of the whore.
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After awhile, he made his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As he sat down at the table, he noticed Pansy give him a snooty look. He mimicked her, laughing.
She glanced down at her eggs and bacon and pushed the plate away from her, obviously not hungry anymore.
Draco only smirked.
He got bored with her rather quickly, and began glancing around the Great hall, his eyes finally resting on a small portion of the Gryffindor table.
He noticed Ron first, because of his hair. Ron was watching something on the other end of the table, rather intently. Draco followed the red head's gaze and unexpectedly felt his heart jump when his eyes landed on Hermione.
What the hell? he scolded his heart for being an idiot. Then he rolled his eyes at himself as he remembered that his heart was basically an inanimate object and it didn't need to be scolded.
Yet, he still watched her. He noticed her head turn as she began looking down to the other end of the table as well. At first he had thought she was looking at Ron, but he soon realized she was not staring at Ron, but at Harry and Ginny.
He raised his eyebrow at her when he saw her eyes narrow at the two of them, who had already began snogging, so soon in the morning. Hermione looked disgusted and angry.
She began clenching her napkin in her fist, wadding it up into a tighter and tighter ball.
Draco hadn't noticed Pansy watching him.
Draco only watched Hermione, with an expression of confusion on his face, not paying any attention to Pansy as she made her way silently toward the Gryffindor table with a goblet full of pumpkin juice in her hands.
Obviously, Hermione hadn't noticed her either.
Draco jerked back to reality seconds before Pansy attacked Hermione.
He tried to run over to her to stop her, having left his wand in his room during breakfast. He got there too late, though.
Pansy stood above Hermione, who was still watching Harry and Ginny, and tilted the goblet over her head and allowed the contents of the glass waterfall over her.
Hermione stood up sputtering and Draco rushed over to the two girls, who were now glaring at each other with such hate in their eyes, with such adrenaline going, that everyone in the great hall had stopped what they were doing to look watch them.
Draco noticed that Ginny and Harry had finally pried themselves off each other long enough to watch too. Ron just sat there, mouth open in shock.
Pansy was watching Hermione with a kind of amusement in her eyes. She walked toward her and stopped just inches in front of her. Pansy, being the taller of the two, leered down at Hermione, almost seeming to dare her to do something.
Hermione looked up at her defiantly, her hands clenching and unclenching.
The taller girl laughed at her, a screeching, high pitched laugh that made everyone around them cover their ears.
Pansy took Hermione's silence as a sign of weakness and shoved her, "What is it, Mudblood? Afraid of a little fight?"
Hermione remained silent, although she looked rather pissed off, hurt, and humiliated.
Pansy waited for Hermione to answer her, and was a little shocked when Hermione only glared at her and turned around back onto the bench.
Pansy glared at Hermione, getting extremely angry that Hermione wasn't going to do anything. She wanted a fight, and she wasn't going to leave until she got one.
That's when she kicked Hermione in the back as hard as she could.
Hermione let out a gasp of pain and her hands reached out and tried to hold onto where she had been kicked, but her arms just weren't long enough.
She stood up slowly.
Pansy watched her, smirking, becoming more and more amused with Hermione.
Draco watched Hermione, unintentionally with a look of worry.
Hermione suddenly spun on her heel and turned face to face with Pansy, centimeters away from her. Tears were threatening to spill from her eyes as she pointed a shaky finger at Pansy.
"If you ever, ever do that again, I will. . ." she began, but Pansy interrupted her.
"Do what?" she asked shoving her.
"I'm warning you, Parkinson, don't you dare. . ." Hermione threatened.
"Do you really think I'm scared of you, Mudblood?" Pansy asked her, shoving her again.
Hermione lost her balance a little and bumped into Draco. She didn't seem to notice him, though.
She faced Pansy again, her back towards Draco, "Look, I'm leaving. Grow up." She began to turn around again, but Pansy caught her wrist and violently twisted Hermione towards her again.
Pansy wasn't expecting the fist that came with her.
She let go of Hermione and clutched her cheek. Hermione tried to hit her again, but Draco caught her around the waist and pulled her close to him, very careful not to touch her back.
"Stop it," he demanded.
Hermione's eyes flashed with anger and confusion. She found herself very aware of Draco's arm around her waist, almost protecting her in a way. She shook her head at her thoughts.
Hermione pulled Draco's arm from around her waist and ran from the room.
"Miss Parkinson!" Professor McGonnegal's voice rang out. Soon, all of the teachers were crowded around Pansy, ushering her to an office.
Draco stood there in shock. Ron scowled at him, and Ginny and Harry went back to snogging. Draco wanted to hit Harry for that, but he restrained himself. One fight was enough, after all.
He surveyed the room, and quickly walked out of the Great hall.
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Hermione ran blindly through the castle, tears of frustration and anger made it impossible for her to see where she was going. Her back was stinging in pain from where Pansy had kicked her.
She finally collapsed on some stairs in a heap (A/N: hehehe). Her shoulders shook as she cried, her fingers clawed at her hair, her nails ripping at her skin. She was becoming way too violent to herself when Draco finally found her.
Her back was to him again, and when he saw what she was doing, he ran up to her quickly and grabbed her flailing arms.
She looked at him in surprise, "Get off of me," she muttered.
Naturally, he didn't listen to her. He turned her around gently so he could see her back again.
He half expected her to slap him as he pulled up the back of her shirt, and was extremely surprised when she didn't.
Hermione looked straight ahead, as memories came flooding back.
She tensed a little as she felt Draco trace her scars with his fingers.
Draco was staring at her back intensely, as he ran his fingers along the scars.
He felt her tense up from the touch, but he didn't desist. The portion of her back that Pansy had kicked were incredibly red and hot to the touch.
"Does it sting?" he asked her. She nodded silently.
Draco leaned closer to Hermione's back, and blew on the inflamed skin.
Hermione shivered, "Why are you doing this?" she asked him.
"Because I've been through this before. . .I think," he answered.
Hermione tensed up even more, "What do you mean?" she asked nervously.
Draco didn't respond for a moment. He put his finger to his tounge and directed the wet appendage to her scars. "My mom used water. . .but seeing as we don't have water, we'll have to make do," he told her, regarding his saliva.
"What did you mean that you've been through 'this' before?" she questioned him again, nervously, hardly noticing at all that he was wiping his spit on her back. It was working, so she didn't fight it.
Draco looked to the floor and with his voice cracking, said, "My father beat me, too."
Hermione spun around at his comment and burst into tears. She stood up shakily, and after looking at him for a minute, she ran down the stairs, desperate to find the piano room.
She ran from room to room looking for it, but finally, she gave up, sinking to the floor in an empty corridor and began to cry.
Draco Malfoy, her biggest enemy, her arch-rival, her nemesis, had figured out her secret . .and had experienced it himself
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A/N: oooooo.there you go! Chapter 7. You know Hermione's secret now. Yay. You happy, AMANDA?!! Lol. Well, hope you liked it. Bye bye.