Chapter 2
Wow, I got this chapter up fast. We have Christmas holidays now so I have lots of
time, but I'll probably have less when I go back to school. Thank you sooooooo much for
all of your reviews! I'm just so happy now!
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The days and weeks went by, and Hermione felt more and more depressed. She
could see with her own eyes that what Ron had said was true. More and more often she
fell asleep on a pillow damp from the tears she shed. She supposed she was making a
rather big deal out of this, but she'd never had her heart broken before. Maybe it was
easier the more it happened…
"Hey Granger," a drawling voice called as she was walking back from an
Arithmancy class. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen.
She turned and saw Draco Malfoy, his eyes narrow, standing there.
"Excuse me?" she asked, thinking he had made a mistake.
"Granger, I want to talk to you," he said. "Not here."
Hermione drew her eyebrows together and looked at him.
"What?"
"I need to talk to you," he snarled. "Come on."
There was an empty classroom off to one side of the hall and Draco entered it.
Hermione hesitated, then curiosity got the better of her and she followed.
"You like Ron Weasley," Draco stated when she came in. She froze and looked at
him.
"Knew it," he said smugly, seeing the expression on her face.
"What's it to you?" she replied frostily, moving forward again.
"Actually, a lot," Draco said. "I want to break Ron and Pansy up. It's disgraceful
for a Slytherin to date – that."
"Oh, that's your reason, is it?" Hermione said scathingly. "I could have sworn you
liked Pansy."
Draco's pale face turned red.
"Whatever," he mumbled. "I need help. You're top of the class and you like Ron.
You can help."
"Who said I'd want to?" Hermione hissed.
"Don't you?" Draco asked, looking the tiniest bit surprised.
"It's a totally Slytherin-ish thing to do," she replied, in her snootiest voice. She
glared.
"Well, fine," Draco answered. "Of course you couldn't expect a Mudblood to
help."
"If that was supposed to convince me to help you it didn't work," Hermione said
angrily. She slung her books over shoulder and stomped towards the door.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Crabbe and Goyle would help you," she called back as she
slammed the door.
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But Hermione couldn't get Draco's suggestion out of her mind. Ron and Pansy
were so different it would be doing them a favor to make them see it. And it would
definitely leave the way clear for her to move in. Certainly Draco couldn't do it on his
own.
All through the day Hermione was distracted, so much that Professor McGonagall
yelled at her in class for the first time that year. With a sigh she entered the Common
Room at the end of the day, only to find everyone there discussing the most unlikely
match ever, Ron and Pansy. Hermione clamped her hands over her ears and exited again.
Ron was at the Quidditch pitch watching Harry's practice and Hermione joined
him. But within minutes Pansy appeared and she sat down beside them too. All she and
Ron did was talk, but Hermione couldn't stand it. After a few minutes she left them, and
was furious to see neither of them noticed her go.
That's it then, Hermione thought, Draco's right.
She stormed into the castle and down to the dungeons. Ron and Harry had told her
where the Slytherin Common Room was after they'd used the Polyjuice Potion to
become Crabbe and Goyle, and she went there now. Lifting her fist she knocked loudly.
Millicent Bulstrode opened the door. Hermione stared determinedly.
"I want to speak to Draco Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy?" Millicent laughed. "He won't want to speak to you."
Terence Higgs looked over her shoulder.
"What's a Mudblood doing down here?" he asked, twirling his wand. Hermione
hoped he wasn't going to hex her.
"She wants to talk to Malfoy," Millicent smirked. Hermione lifted her chin.
"Who's there?"
This time it was Draco himself who looked over Millicent's shoulder.
"She wants to speak to you," Terence told him, jerking his thumb at Hermione.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Make way," he drawled, pushing himself through Millicent and Terence.
"So, what?" he asked when he'd gotten through. Hermione looked at Millicent
and Terence.
"Shut the door," she said. "I don't want all the Slytherins to hear."
Millicent snorted, Terence glared, and Draco looked stubborn. So Hermione leant
nearer to Draco and whispered "It's about Pansy."
Draco quit glaring and told Millicent to shut the door. Millicent complied, but not
without a lot of dirty looks.
"I'll help you," Hermione told Draco as soon as the door was shut. "You know,
about Pansy and Ron."
Draco glowered. "Maybe I decided I don't need your help."
Hermione couldn't suppress a snort.
"Shut up Granger," he told her.
"So," Hermione said, "Do you want my help or not?"
Draco hesitated, torn between keeping his distance from Hermione and getting
Pansy for himself.
"Fine," he said, through clenched teeth. "Help me if you want. I'll see you later."
And he turned around and re-entered the Slytherin Common Room.
There, that's the next chapter. Draco is one of my favorite characters in Harry
Potter, he's so nasty and evil. But he's so hard to write because I keep making him too
nice. Grrrr. I think Draco's problem is that he just does whatever his father does, and
doesn't think for himself. Anyway, I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can, if you guys
still want me to continue.
Wow, I got this chapter up fast. We have Christmas holidays now so I have lots of
time, but I'll probably have less when I go back to school. Thank you sooooooo much for
all of your reviews! I'm just so happy now!
~~~~~~~~~~~
The days and weeks went by, and Hermione felt more and more depressed. She
could see with her own eyes that what Ron had said was true. More and more often she
fell asleep on a pillow damp from the tears she shed. She supposed she was making a
rather big deal out of this, but she'd never had her heart broken before. Maybe it was
easier the more it happened…
"Hey Granger," a drawling voice called as she was walking back from an
Arithmancy class. Harry and Ron were nowhere to be seen.
She turned and saw Draco Malfoy, his eyes narrow, standing there.
"Excuse me?" she asked, thinking he had made a mistake.
"Granger, I want to talk to you," he said. "Not here."
Hermione drew her eyebrows together and looked at him.
"What?"
"I need to talk to you," he snarled. "Come on."
There was an empty classroom off to one side of the hall and Draco entered it.
Hermione hesitated, then curiosity got the better of her and she followed.
"You like Ron Weasley," Draco stated when she came in. She froze and looked at
him.
"Knew it," he said smugly, seeing the expression on her face.
"What's it to you?" she replied frostily, moving forward again.
"Actually, a lot," Draco said. "I want to break Ron and Pansy up. It's disgraceful
for a Slytherin to date – that."
"Oh, that's your reason, is it?" Hermione said scathingly. "I could have sworn you
liked Pansy."
Draco's pale face turned red.
"Whatever," he mumbled. "I need help. You're top of the class and you like Ron.
You can help."
"Who said I'd want to?" Hermione hissed.
"Don't you?" Draco asked, looking the tiniest bit surprised.
"It's a totally Slytherin-ish thing to do," she replied, in her snootiest voice. She
glared.
"Well, fine," Draco answered. "Of course you couldn't expect a Mudblood to
help."
"If that was supposed to convince me to help you it didn't work," Hermione said
angrily. She slung her books over shoulder and stomped towards the door.
"Don't worry. I'm sure Crabbe and Goyle would help you," she called back as she
slammed the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But Hermione couldn't get Draco's suggestion out of her mind. Ron and Pansy
were so different it would be doing them a favor to make them see it. And it would
definitely leave the way clear for her to move in. Certainly Draco couldn't do it on his
own.
All through the day Hermione was distracted, so much that Professor McGonagall
yelled at her in class for the first time that year. With a sigh she entered the Common
Room at the end of the day, only to find everyone there discussing the most unlikely
match ever, Ron and Pansy. Hermione clamped her hands over her ears and exited again.
Ron was at the Quidditch pitch watching Harry's practice and Hermione joined
him. But within minutes Pansy appeared and she sat down beside them too. All she and
Ron did was talk, but Hermione couldn't stand it. After a few minutes she left them, and
was furious to see neither of them noticed her go.
That's it then, Hermione thought, Draco's right.
She stormed into the castle and down to the dungeons. Ron and Harry had told her
where the Slytherin Common Room was after they'd used the Polyjuice Potion to
become Crabbe and Goyle, and she went there now. Lifting her fist she knocked loudly.
Millicent Bulstrode opened the door. Hermione stared determinedly.
"I want to speak to Draco Malfoy."
"Draco Malfoy?" Millicent laughed. "He won't want to speak to you."
Terence Higgs looked over her shoulder.
"What's a Mudblood doing down here?" he asked, twirling his wand. Hermione
hoped he wasn't going to hex her.
"She wants to talk to Malfoy," Millicent smirked. Hermione lifted her chin.
"Who's there?"
This time it was Draco himself who looked over Millicent's shoulder.
"She wants to speak to you," Terence told him, jerking his thumb at Hermione.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Make way," he drawled, pushing himself through Millicent and Terence.
"So, what?" he asked when he'd gotten through. Hermione looked at Millicent
and Terence.
"Shut the door," she said. "I don't want all the Slytherins to hear."
Millicent snorted, Terence glared, and Draco looked stubborn. So Hermione leant
nearer to Draco and whispered "It's about Pansy."
Draco quit glaring and told Millicent to shut the door. Millicent complied, but not
without a lot of dirty looks.
"I'll help you," Hermione told Draco as soon as the door was shut. "You know,
about Pansy and Ron."
Draco glowered. "Maybe I decided I don't need your help."
Hermione couldn't suppress a snort.
"Shut up Granger," he told her.
"So," Hermione said, "Do you want my help or not?"
Draco hesitated, torn between keeping his distance from Hermione and getting
Pansy for himself.
"Fine," he said, through clenched teeth. "Help me if you want. I'll see you later."
And he turned around and re-entered the Slytherin Common Room.
There, that's the next chapter. Draco is one of my favorite characters in Harry
Potter, he's so nasty and evil. But he's so hard to write because I keep making him too
nice. Grrrr. I think Draco's problem is that he just does whatever his father does, and
doesn't think for himself. Anyway, I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can, if you guys
still want me to continue.