Dinner
Hermione sat down beside Ron, across from Harry (who was looking defiantly away) Her eyes kept wandering over to Draco Malfoy. Once in a while they caught each other's eyes and she could almost feel the daggers being sent. Ron was blinking at a piece of paper in his hand,
"We're having ANOTHER family day on Thanksgiving!"
Harry gave a quick glance at Hermione before reading the note,
"It says week."
"A FAMILY WEEK! Aw.man! And my parents already know about it before us.. That's just pathetic!"
Hermione let Ron ramble on and wasn't neither boy noticed her leave the Great Hall. She walked up the stairs, her feelings mixed. A family week, which meant a week with Lucius Malfoy here. Why was she so happy about this? She shouldn't be. Hermione turned the corner and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face was contorted in rage. She smirked slightly,
"What are you doing up here? Your common room is down in the dungeons, isn't it?"
"Granger, I'm warning you. You stay away from."
"What? From your father, well maybe you should tell him to stay away from me."
Draco glared as Hermione turned away. She felt a hand grip her wrist and pull her back around,
"I don't want to see you on the entire week, if you show your ugly face. I'll kill you." He threw her roughly, tripping her. Hermione hit the ground and watched Draco walk away. She lifted herself off the ground, seeing the red finger marks around her pale wrist. Rubbing it, she ran up to the common room.
********* Common Room
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Hermione was crying out of frustration by the time she got into the common room. She made for the girl's dorm, but a hand grabbed her sore wrist. Hermione let out a cry of pain and a worried voice said,
"Did I hurt you?"
Hermione shook her head, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She turned to come face to face with Ron. The witch yanked her arm away and rubbed her wrist. Ron looked worried,
"What happened?"
"Nothing, where's Harry?"
"He went to bed, he said that I should stay up for you."
Hermione felt guilty for some reason. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that Ron was looking at her in such concern when she was confronted for kissing Lucius Malfoy. She shuddered to think how Ron would react if he knew. Ron caught a glance of Hermione's purpling wrist,
"Who did that? I didn't do that, did I?"
"Uh. I."
Hermione couldn't think of a plausible excuse. If she said anyone but Malfoy, Ron would confront them. If she said Malfoy, he would go into a long rant and go try to jinx Draco. Ron was looking at her expectly. Hermione didn't know what to do, she said,
"I. uh. it.. Um...Aoy."
"What?"
"m'l'y."
"Hermione, what are you saying?"
"Um."
She looked around widely and saw someone,
"Neville."
"NEVILLE!"
Poor Neville Longbottom jumped and looked around,
"What, Ron? What I do?"
He looked very frightened by the towering rage Ron was now in. Hermione looked guilty and started to go up the stairs. She broke out into a run to her room, hearing yelling from downstairs.
Hermione sat down beside Ron, across from Harry (who was looking defiantly away) Her eyes kept wandering over to Draco Malfoy. Once in a while they caught each other's eyes and she could almost feel the daggers being sent. Ron was blinking at a piece of paper in his hand,
"We're having ANOTHER family day on Thanksgiving!"
Harry gave a quick glance at Hermione before reading the note,
"It says week."
"A FAMILY WEEK! Aw.man! And my parents already know about it before us.. That's just pathetic!"
Hermione let Ron ramble on and wasn't neither boy noticed her leave the Great Hall. She walked up the stairs, her feelings mixed. A family week, which meant a week with Lucius Malfoy here. Why was she so happy about this? She shouldn't be. Hermione turned the corner and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face was contorted in rage. She smirked slightly,
"What are you doing up here? Your common room is down in the dungeons, isn't it?"
"Granger, I'm warning you. You stay away from."
"What? From your father, well maybe you should tell him to stay away from me."
Draco glared as Hermione turned away. She felt a hand grip her wrist and pull her back around,
"I don't want to see you on the entire week, if you show your ugly face. I'll kill you." He threw her roughly, tripping her. Hermione hit the ground and watched Draco walk away. She lifted herself off the ground, seeing the red finger marks around her pale wrist. Rubbing it, she ran up to the common room.
********* Common Room
*******
Hermione was crying out of frustration by the time she got into the common room. She made for the girl's dorm, but a hand grabbed her sore wrist. Hermione let out a cry of pain and a worried voice said,
"Did I hurt you?"
Hermione shook her head, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She turned to come face to face with Ron. The witch yanked her arm away and rubbed her wrist. Ron looked worried,
"What happened?"
"Nothing, where's Harry?"
"He went to bed, he said that I should stay up for you."
Hermione felt guilty for some reason. She didn't know why. Maybe it was the fact that Ron was looking at her in such concern when she was confronted for kissing Lucius Malfoy. She shuddered to think how Ron would react if he knew. Ron caught a glance of Hermione's purpling wrist,
"Who did that? I didn't do that, did I?"
"Uh. I."
Hermione couldn't think of a plausible excuse. If she said anyone but Malfoy, Ron would confront them. If she said Malfoy, he would go into a long rant and go try to jinx Draco. Ron was looking at her expectly. Hermione didn't know what to do, she said,
"I. uh. it.. Um...Aoy."
"What?"
"m'l'y."
"Hermione, what are you saying?"
"Um."
She looked around widely and saw someone,
"Neville."
"NEVILLE!"
Poor Neville Longbottom jumped and looked around,
"What, Ron? What I do?"
He looked very frightened by the towering rage Ron was now in. Hermione looked guilty and started to go up the stairs. She broke out into a run to her room, hearing yelling from downstairs.