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Chapter 5: Get rid of her
"Shit!" Draco yelled. He had woken up late and had no time to do anything. "Fuck the shower, I'll be late for McGonnagall's class if I don't hurry!" He dressed up at top speed, grabbed his books and ran down to transfiguration with ravenclaw.
After transfiguration, the slytherins and gryffindors headed to Hagrid's cabin for their Care of magical creatures class.
"Look Draco, the mudblood didn't show!" that was Pansy, smiling at the fact.
Harry and Ron had already reached the cabin and were talking to Hagrid when they heard:
"Hey, Potty, Weasel, got rid of know-it-all mudblood! Were you tired of her talking all the time or couldn't you just stand her sight anymore?!"
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron said, through gritted teeth, taking one step forward him, his face redder than his hair.
"Come down Ron" Harry said, soothingly, "he's not worth it. Still, he's got a point, we haven't seen Hermione at all this morning!"
"Maybe we should go watch for her at lunch time, Harry, what'd'you think?!"
"Yeah! Go watch for her, and if she ain't already dead, do the world a favor: kill her on the spot!"
"That'll be 5 points form Slytherin!" Hagrid said, before starting his lesson, staring at everyone (especially Malfoy and the other slytherins) with a look that said "Shut the fuck up or you'll regret having a mouth to talk!"
******
In the mean time, Hermione had woken up, all her body aching like hell. She could still feel her insides torn apart, her muscles not yet having recovered from the presence of that monster masculine engine within her. Her eyes were red and puffy from too much crying, her lips, blue because of the cold and the bruises that covered her body had turned black. She tried to get up but could barely walk because the bruises inside her legs were too big. She just walked on her knees to close the water and got out the shower.
Grabbing a towel, she quickly dried herself and walked on her knees towards her room, naked, her hair still dripping water. She climbed in her bed, hid under the covers that she pulled tightly to her chin and, within seconds, drifted off to sleep.
******
"What was that bloody password again?!"
" ehm. Flowers!, no. Lame!, no.. Gosh, I remember Hermione said it and there was a "L" somewhere. Lovers!, no."
"Love!"
"You got it Ron!" Harry granted him. The old kid, his white hair falling on his wrinkled face, was playing with his toys, seated, disappointed that they had found the password; he was having so much fun watching them try hard.
"Wow!" They said in the same voice as they had never been in there yet. Turning their head to the right, they saw a door with "Headgirl" engraved in golden letters in the wood.
"That's her room!" Ron said, knocking softly on the door. " 'Mione. R ya there?!" he whispered, before slowly opening the door.
"She's still asleep Ron, let's let her like that, she looks like an angel, let's not wake her up!" Harry whispered.
"Yeah! Guess she had a hard night patrolling the corridors last night, she'll get used to it with the time."
On that, they closed the door and headed out for lunch in the great hall before going to their afternoon classes.
*****
Hermione woke up the next morning, earlier than everybody. She took a quick shower and dressed up with much more clothes than needed. She put a bra and a long-sleeved turtle-neck under her blouse and dark leggings under her uniform skirt, and a cloak. She had to put inches of make-up in her face to cover the bruises and scratches there was on her face and she let her hair fall down on her face to cover it, for no one to notice the obviously ashamed expression she wore.
Carefully taking her books, not to aggravate the pain in her aching body, she slowly walked down to the great hall to have breakfast.
"Hey 'Mione!"
Hermione jumped from her seat and turned around to see her friends, Harry and Ron approaching her.
"Gees Hermione! Seen a Ghost! You're paler than nearly-headless Nick!" Ron said, cheerfully.
Both guys sat in front of her, staring at her to find out what was wrong.
"Hermione." Harry started, "are you ok?! You know, it's not winter yet (looking down her turtle-neck) and. you should eat something, you're white."
"I'm alright Harry, I think I just caught a cold in my patrol last night" she said to him with a weak smile, all the light and joy having faded away from her sweet face.
"Last night?! Hermione, it's Wednesday, you slept all the day yesterday, you looked tired so we didn't want to wake you up when we came to see you at lunch!" Ron said, concerned.
"WHAT, I MISSED A FULL DAY OF CLASSES! BLOODY HELL, I'M GONNA FAIL MY NEWT'S!" she stormed away, back to her dorm to take the right books for the day, all the hall staring at her as she passed by Malfoy, not noticing him.
"You didn't get rid of her yet Potter? I told you, for humanity's sake that you'd better kill her. How do you think you can kill the dark lord if you can't even get rid of that mudblood nuisance?!" Malwoy said, showing a satisfied smirk, all the great hall having heard him.
Both Harry and Ron tried to calm down, for Hermione's sake, turning down to her untouched breakfast, concerned.
Chapter 5: Get rid of her
"Shit!" Draco yelled. He had woken up late and had no time to do anything. "Fuck the shower, I'll be late for McGonnagall's class if I don't hurry!" He dressed up at top speed, grabbed his books and ran down to transfiguration with ravenclaw.
After transfiguration, the slytherins and gryffindors headed to Hagrid's cabin for their Care of magical creatures class.
"Look Draco, the mudblood didn't show!" that was Pansy, smiling at the fact.
Harry and Ron had already reached the cabin and were talking to Hagrid when they heard:
"Hey, Potty, Weasel, got rid of know-it-all mudblood! Were you tired of her talking all the time or couldn't you just stand her sight anymore?!"
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron said, through gritted teeth, taking one step forward him, his face redder than his hair.
"Come down Ron" Harry said, soothingly, "he's not worth it. Still, he's got a point, we haven't seen Hermione at all this morning!"
"Maybe we should go watch for her at lunch time, Harry, what'd'you think?!"
"Yeah! Go watch for her, and if she ain't already dead, do the world a favor: kill her on the spot!"
"That'll be 5 points form Slytherin!" Hagrid said, before starting his lesson, staring at everyone (especially Malfoy and the other slytherins) with a look that said "Shut the fuck up or you'll regret having a mouth to talk!"
******
In the mean time, Hermione had woken up, all her body aching like hell. She could still feel her insides torn apart, her muscles not yet having recovered from the presence of that monster masculine engine within her. Her eyes were red and puffy from too much crying, her lips, blue because of the cold and the bruises that covered her body had turned black. She tried to get up but could barely walk because the bruises inside her legs were too big. She just walked on her knees to close the water and got out the shower.
Grabbing a towel, she quickly dried herself and walked on her knees towards her room, naked, her hair still dripping water. She climbed in her bed, hid under the covers that she pulled tightly to her chin and, within seconds, drifted off to sleep.
******
"What was that bloody password again?!"
" ehm. Flowers!, no. Lame!, no.. Gosh, I remember Hermione said it and there was a "L" somewhere. Lovers!, no."
"Love!"
"You got it Ron!" Harry granted him. The old kid, his white hair falling on his wrinkled face, was playing with his toys, seated, disappointed that they had found the password; he was having so much fun watching them try hard.
"Wow!" They said in the same voice as they had never been in there yet. Turning their head to the right, they saw a door with "Headgirl" engraved in golden letters in the wood.
"That's her room!" Ron said, knocking softly on the door. " 'Mione. R ya there?!" he whispered, before slowly opening the door.
"She's still asleep Ron, let's let her like that, she looks like an angel, let's not wake her up!" Harry whispered.
"Yeah! Guess she had a hard night patrolling the corridors last night, she'll get used to it with the time."
On that, they closed the door and headed out for lunch in the great hall before going to their afternoon classes.
*****
Hermione woke up the next morning, earlier than everybody. She took a quick shower and dressed up with much more clothes than needed. She put a bra and a long-sleeved turtle-neck under her blouse and dark leggings under her uniform skirt, and a cloak. She had to put inches of make-up in her face to cover the bruises and scratches there was on her face and she let her hair fall down on her face to cover it, for no one to notice the obviously ashamed expression she wore.
Carefully taking her books, not to aggravate the pain in her aching body, she slowly walked down to the great hall to have breakfast.
"Hey 'Mione!"
Hermione jumped from her seat and turned around to see her friends, Harry and Ron approaching her.
"Gees Hermione! Seen a Ghost! You're paler than nearly-headless Nick!" Ron said, cheerfully.
Both guys sat in front of her, staring at her to find out what was wrong.
"Hermione." Harry started, "are you ok?! You know, it's not winter yet (looking down her turtle-neck) and. you should eat something, you're white."
"I'm alright Harry, I think I just caught a cold in my patrol last night" she said to him with a weak smile, all the light and joy having faded away from her sweet face.
"Last night?! Hermione, it's Wednesday, you slept all the day yesterday, you looked tired so we didn't want to wake you up when we came to see you at lunch!" Ron said, concerned.
"WHAT, I MISSED A FULL DAY OF CLASSES! BLOODY HELL, I'M GONNA FAIL MY NEWT'S!" she stormed away, back to her dorm to take the right books for the day, all the hall staring at her as she passed by Malfoy, not noticing him.
"You didn't get rid of her yet Potter? I told you, for humanity's sake that you'd better kill her. How do you think you can kill the dark lord if you can't even get rid of that mudblood nuisance?!" Malwoy said, showing a satisfied smirk, all the great hall having heard him.
Both Harry and Ron tried to calm down, for Hermione's sake, turning down to her untouched breakfast, concerned.