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Chapter 7 - Fight For It
"I can't believe you're sharing a dormitory with Malfoy," Harry said to Hermione on the way to breakfast. "If Ron found out he'd flip."
"I think he already knows," Hermione said, biting her lip. "But if he doesn't, don't tell him, okay Harry?" He nodded. "Where is Ron anyway?" she asked, glancing around. Harry snorted.
"He's getting ready," he said, holding back a laugh. Hermione stared blankly at him, thoroughly confused. "For you," he croaked, fighting his laughter.
"Oh rubbish!" Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks reddening.
"It's okay, Hermione," Harry said. "He told me about it." Hermione said nothing, but kept walking.
When they arrived at the Great Hall, they saw that not too many people had come down for breakfast yet. There were a few people here and there, but the Slytherin table was completely empty. Harry and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Grabbing a piece of toast, Hermione looked down and chewed silently.
"Hey!"
She turned and saw Ron, looking fully groomed. His red hair was slicked back, making it look dark and elegant.
"Hey back to you," Hermione said, stunned. "What is he doing..." Hermione said to herself silently.
As she turned back around, she felt a soft peck on her cheek. She then saw Ron take a seat beside her. Flushing deeply, she stared down at her toast, refusing to look at Harry's twitching expression.
"So what's your dormitory like, 'Mione?" Ron asked, taking a sip from his goblet.
"Oh," Hermione shot a desperate look at Harry, who shrugged. "Er, um...it's...nice," she said slowly. Ron nodded, going back to his food.
Don't tell him. Hermione mouthed to Harry.
At that moment, a crowd burst in through the Entrance Hall. Hermione recognized them as the Slytherins, who were all being lead in by Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle were at his side, and Pansy was tailing right along behind Draco.
"Pig," Hermione muttered under her breath.
Once they had all reached the Slytherin table, they started clapping and cheering.
"What happened?" Ron asked, a quizzical expression on his face. "Did Goyle finally learn how to read?"
Harry laughed, and Hermione smiled weakly.
"Draco Malfoy! Our Head Boy!" the Slytherin crowd chanted.
"Big deal!" Ron said angrily, pounding the table with his fist. "Our Hermione is worth so much more than that bloody ferret will ever be!"
Hermione faced Ron, who turned to look at her. She felt a surge of emotion she had never felt before.
"Oh Ron..." she whispered. Before she knew what she had done, she had lunged towards him and kissed him right on his lips. He had a stunned look on his face.
"Ron," Hermione said weakly. "Thank you so much for always being there for me. I trust you with all my life." These words came pouring out of her mouth, before she could control them. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, and I love you for that." She felt hot tears forming in her eyes. "Ron, I--"
"Oh my God!" a voice cut off Hermione mid-sentence. She and Ron turned to see Draco standing there with his gang: Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy.
"Did I just see what I just saw?" Draco said, gaping at them.
"I don't know, maybe you should get your eyes checked," Ron said coldly. Cracking their knuckles, Crabbe and Goyle stepped closer towards Ron.
"You have no taste in men, Granger," Pansy smirked, glaring at Ron, who's ears flushed.
"Neither have you, you ugly pig," Hermione replied, shooting a nasty look at Draco.
"Watch that mouth, mudblood," Draco said dangerously. "You're a damn embarrassment to the wizarding world." His eyes were icy slits.
"One more word, Malfoy...one more bloody word..." Ron threatened, his hands clenched into fists.
"You're not going to do anything, weasel," Draco snapped. He turned to Hermione. "And you, keep in mind what I told you last night."
At that, he smirked and walked off with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy trailing behind him.
"Bloody git," Ron muttered angrily. "And what did he mean about what he told you last night?" he asked, turning to Hermione. She looked up, but did not answer.
"He talked to you last night?" Ron asked, breathing heavily. Hermione sighed deeply.
"The Head Boy and Girl get a dormitory to themselves," she murmured, not looking at Ron's face.
"WHAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU'RE SHARING A DORMITORY WITH THAT...THAT GIT?!" Ron bellowed.
"Stop yelling!" Hermione shrieked, covering her ears. "Yes I am sharing a dormitory with him, and I don't like it anymore than you do, so please stop." Ron stared at her, then cursed under his breath. Hermione stood up.
"Ron, come on, we're going to be late for Herbology."
She started walking away. Ron walked behind her, fuming.
Herbology with the Hufflepuffs was very uneventful, followed by an equally boring History of Magic class. Hermione looked down at her schedule as she walked out of Professor Binns' classroom, Harry and Ron at her side. "We've got Potions with the Slytherins next," she said with a sigh, turning to face the boys. Ron was staring at the floor as he walked, not saying a word. Hermione looked over at Harry, who shrugged. They made their way down to the dungeons, and into the Potions classroom. The Slytherins had already arrived, and gave the incoming Gryffindors rude glares. "I bet they practice making those faces," Ron muttered in irritation as he set his bag down on his desk. Harry laughed, but Hermione said nothing.
Professor Snape walked in and the chatter in the classroom quickly died down, and was replaced with the sound of shuffling books. "Put your books away," Snape said impatiently. There was a murmur of confusion as the students put their books back in their bags. "QUIET!" he hissed. Everyone silenced at once as the Potions master paced at the front of the classroom. "Let me get straight to the point," Snape growled. "A very large quantity of ingredients have been stolen from my office. Would any of you know anything about this?" he eyed the class suspiciously. "Well?!" Snape demanded. Seeing that the rest of the class was hopeless, Hermione slowly raised her hand.
"Miss Granger?" Everyone turned to her, jaws dropping. "I didn't have anything to do with it!" Hermione said quickly, seeing the surprised expressions. "I was just going to ask when this happened," she added.
"And that would be of importance to you because?" Snape questioned her. Hermione stared into his deep, black tunnels of eyes, and swallowed hard.
"I suppose it wouldn't be of any importance, but I was just trying to help," she replied. Snape gave her a funny look, making Hermione shift uneasily in her seat.
"Miss Granger...you have caught us all by surprise," he sneered. "If you would like to help, tell us who was with you in my office."
"WHAT?! Excuse me Professor-"
"Excuse yourself, Miss Granger," Snape cut her off mid-sentence. "I'd thought that the Head Girl would have more manners than to answer back to a professor. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Before she could stop herself, Hermione had stood up and was about to answer back, but Harry nudged her in the ribs. "Ow! Harry, what are you doing?!" Hermione asked angrily. Her side throbbed painfully.
"Congratulations Miss Granger," Snape said with a smirk. "You've earned your first detention."
Hermione gaped at him disbelievingly. The Slytherins snickered around her. Anger rose rapidly inside her, making her want to shout back at him, and tell him he was an unfair greaseball. But now she had caught up with herself, and calmed down. She was quite surprised she had been so rude to a teacher, but also satisfied in some way. As she settled back down, she felt a hand touch hers. She looked up to see Ron grinning. "Hermione, you've GOT to do that more often," he said with an impressed look on his face. Hermione laughed, half forcing it. She felt considerably lighter from a moment ago. Well, she was still in detention, but at least Ron wasn't mad anymore.
Professor Snape spent the rest of the class picking on students whom he obviously did not like, and snapping at them continuously. "Oh well, it's an excuse to get out of work," Harry said to Ron and Hermione. But he was proved wrong by the end of class. Snape had assigned everyone, including the Slytherins, a three foot long essay on Wolfsbane, due at the end of the week.
"Godamn it!" Ron cursed when they were out of the class. "I hate that stupid git! We didn't even do anything." Hermione glanced at him and sighed. She wondered how many times she had misunderstood Snape's injustice.
"Well, let's look on the bright side, we've got lunch next!" Harry exclaimed. The trio went up to their common room to drop their books off, and then came back down for lunch.
As they walked towards the Entrance Hall, Ron slipped over to Hermione's side. "Um..." he started. Hermione turned to face him. "I'm sorry," Ron blurted out. "For acting like a jerk before." She looked at him. His innocent stare just told her that he was sincere. Though she still felt that he had overreacted too much, she let it go. "It's alright, Ron. Don't worry about it." He grinned, and then turned to face the floor. Hermione looked away from him, and in front of her. He had done it very gently and smoothly, that Hermione didn't even realize that Ron had taken her hand.
Chapter 7 - Fight For It
"I can't believe you're sharing a dormitory with Malfoy," Harry said to Hermione on the way to breakfast. "If Ron found out he'd flip."
"I think he already knows," Hermione said, biting her lip. "But if he doesn't, don't tell him, okay Harry?" He nodded. "Where is Ron anyway?" she asked, glancing around. Harry snorted.
"He's getting ready," he said, holding back a laugh. Hermione stared blankly at him, thoroughly confused. "For you," he croaked, fighting his laughter.
"Oh rubbish!" Hermione exclaimed, her cheeks reddening.
"It's okay, Hermione," Harry said. "He told me about it." Hermione said nothing, but kept walking.
When they arrived at the Great Hall, they saw that not too many people had come down for breakfast yet. There were a few people here and there, but the Slytherin table was completely empty. Harry and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table.
Grabbing a piece of toast, Hermione looked down and chewed silently.
"Hey!"
She turned and saw Ron, looking fully groomed. His red hair was slicked back, making it look dark and elegant.
"Hey back to you," Hermione said, stunned. "What is he doing..." Hermione said to herself silently.
As she turned back around, she felt a soft peck on her cheek. She then saw Ron take a seat beside her. Flushing deeply, she stared down at her toast, refusing to look at Harry's twitching expression.
"So what's your dormitory like, 'Mione?" Ron asked, taking a sip from his goblet.
"Oh," Hermione shot a desperate look at Harry, who shrugged. "Er, um...it's...nice," she said slowly. Ron nodded, going back to his food.
Don't tell him. Hermione mouthed to Harry.
At that moment, a crowd burst in through the Entrance Hall. Hermione recognized them as the Slytherins, who were all being lead in by Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle were at his side, and Pansy was tailing right along behind Draco.
"Pig," Hermione muttered under her breath.
Once they had all reached the Slytherin table, they started clapping and cheering.
"What happened?" Ron asked, a quizzical expression on his face. "Did Goyle finally learn how to read?"
Harry laughed, and Hermione smiled weakly.
"Draco Malfoy! Our Head Boy!" the Slytherin crowd chanted.
"Big deal!" Ron said angrily, pounding the table with his fist. "Our Hermione is worth so much more than that bloody ferret will ever be!"
Hermione faced Ron, who turned to look at her. She felt a surge of emotion she had never felt before.
"Oh Ron..." she whispered. Before she knew what she had done, she had lunged towards him and kissed him right on his lips. He had a stunned look on his face.
"Ron," Hermione said weakly. "Thank you so much for always being there for me. I trust you with all my life." These words came pouring out of her mouth, before she could control them. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, and I love you for that." She felt hot tears forming in her eyes. "Ron, I--"
"Oh my God!" a voice cut off Hermione mid-sentence. She and Ron turned to see Draco standing there with his gang: Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy.
"Did I just see what I just saw?" Draco said, gaping at them.
"I don't know, maybe you should get your eyes checked," Ron said coldly. Cracking their knuckles, Crabbe and Goyle stepped closer towards Ron.
"You have no taste in men, Granger," Pansy smirked, glaring at Ron, who's ears flushed.
"Neither have you, you ugly pig," Hermione replied, shooting a nasty look at Draco.
"Watch that mouth, mudblood," Draco said dangerously. "You're a damn embarrassment to the wizarding world." His eyes were icy slits.
"One more word, Malfoy...one more bloody word..." Ron threatened, his hands clenched into fists.
"You're not going to do anything, weasel," Draco snapped. He turned to Hermione. "And you, keep in mind what I told you last night."
At that, he smirked and walked off with Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy trailing behind him.
"Bloody git," Ron muttered angrily. "And what did he mean about what he told you last night?" he asked, turning to Hermione. She looked up, but did not answer.
"He talked to you last night?" Ron asked, breathing heavily. Hermione sighed deeply.
"The Head Boy and Girl get a dormitory to themselves," she murmured, not looking at Ron's face.
"WHAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU'RE SHARING A DORMITORY WITH THAT...THAT GIT?!" Ron bellowed.
"Stop yelling!" Hermione shrieked, covering her ears. "Yes I am sharing a dormitory with him, and I don't like it anymore than you do, so please stop." Ron stared at her, then cursed under his breath. Hermione stood up.
"Ron, come on, we're going to be late for Herbology."
She started walking away. Ron walked behind her, fuming.
Herbology with the Hufflepuffs was very uneventful, followed by an equally boring History of Magic class. Hermione looked down at her schedule as she walked out of Professor Binns' classroom, Harry and Ron at her side. "We've got Potions with the Slytherins next," she said with a sigh, turning to face the boys. Ron was staring at the floor as he walked, not saying a word. Hermione looked over at Harry, who shrugged. They made their way down to the dungeons, and into the Potions classroom. The Slytherins had already arrived, and gave the incoming Gryffindors rude glares. "I bet they practice making those faces," Ron muttered in irritation as he set his bag down on his desk. Harry laughed, but Hermione said nothing.
Professor Snape walked in and the chatter in the classroom quickly died down, and was replaced with the sound of shuffling books. "Put your books away," Snape said impatiently. There was a murmur of confusion as the students put their books back in their bags. "QUIET!" he hissed. Everyone silenced at once as the Potions master paced at the front of the classroom. "Let me get straight to the point," Snape growled. "A very large quantity of ingredients have been stolen from my office. Would any of you know anything about this?" he eyed the class suspiciously. "Well?!" Snape demanded. Seeing that the rest of the class was hopeless, Hermione slowly raised her hand.
"Miss Granger?" Everyone turned to her, jaws dropping. "I didn't have anything to do with it!" Hermione said quickly, seeing the surprised expressions. "I was just going to ask when this happened," she added.
"And that would be of importance to you because?" Snape questioned her. Hermione stared into his deep, black tunnels of eyes, and swallowed hard.
"I suppose it wouldn't be of any importance, but I was just trying to help," she replied. Snape gave her a funny look, making Hermione shift uneasily in her seat.
"Miss Granger...you have caught us all by surprise," he sneered. "If you would like to help, tell us who was with you in my office."
"WHAT?! Excuse me Professor-"
"Excuse yourself, Miss Granger," Snape cut her off mid-sentence. "I'd thought that the Head Girl would have more manners than to answer back to a professor. Ten points from Gryffindor."
Before she could stop herself, Hermione had stood up and was about to answer back, but Harry nudged her in the ribs. "Ow! Harry, what are you doing?!" Hermione asked angrily. Her side throbbed painfully.
"Congratulations Miss Granger," Snape said with a smirk. "You've earned your first detention."
Hermione gaped at him disbelievingly. The Slytherins snickered around her. Anger rose rapidly inside her, making her want to shout back at him, and tell him he was an unfair greaseball. But now she had caught up with herself, and calmed down. She was quite surprised she had been so rude to a teacher, but also satisfied in some way. As she settled back down, she felt a hand touch hers. She looked up to see Ron grinning. "Hermione, you've GOT to do that more often," he said with an impressed look on his face. Hermione laughed, half forcing it. She felt considerably lighter from a moment ago. Well, she was still in detention, but at least Ron wasn't mad anymore.
Professor Snape spent the rest of the class picking on students whom he obviously did not like, and snapping at them continuously. "Oh well, it's an excuse to get out of work," Harry said to Ron and Hermione. But he was proved wrong by the end of class. Snape had assigned everyone, including the Slytherins, a three foot long essay on Wolfsbane, due at the end of the week.
"Godamn it!" Ron cursed when they were out of the class. "I hate that stupid git! We didn't even do anything." Hermione glanced at him and sighed. She wondered how many times she had misunderstood Snape's injustice.
"Well, let's look on the bright side, we've got lunch next!" Harry exclaimed. The trio went up to their common room to drop their books off, and then came back down for lunch.
As they walked towards the Entrance Hall, Ron slipped over to Hermione's side. "Um..." he started. Hermione turned to face him. "I'm sorry," Ron blurted out. "For acting like a jerk before." She looked at him. His innocent stare just told her that he was sincere. Though she still felt that he had overreacted too much, she let it go. "It's alright, Ron. Don't worry about it." He grinned, and then turned to face the floor. Hermione looked away from him, and in front of her. He had done it very gently and smoothly, that Hermione didn't even realize that Ron had taken her hand.