Author's note: Okay! I am quite pleased, out of the reviews I have read, none of them were bad, so Thank-you! I love it when you review and you are like, "Oh please continue!" or, "It's good in an interesting sort of way," I love that stuff. It makes me feel like I am doing a good job. Thanks for the pointer about the reviews gothic-one! I wouldn't have figured that out on my own! Um…I am really sorry, I had like a paragraph of this done the day chapter 4 came out, but, I got majorly stuck. That's why it's been so long. Well, here's chapter 5, enjoy!
Too Far
Previously on Too Far:
"Draco, I don't trust you. You hurt me too much. I am just so confused, and every time I see you, it gets worse. You are making me crazy. I need you to go away." There. She had said it. She wanted him to go. She knew she really didn't want him to go, she need him. She didn't notice she needed him until he had got up and left, carefully shutting the door behind him. And then she knew the pain she felt before was nothing compared to this. She loved him, and now he was gone. And no, he wouldn't come back. Now she knew; this was hell. And there was no way out.
Chapter 5~Writing On The Wall
Draco Malfoy rolled out of bed early Tuesday morning. You couldn't say he awoke early Tuesday, because he didn't, he had never fallen asleep Monday night. He had stayed up the whole night, thinking of Hermione. And it was funny, because she didn't sleep either; she stayed up all night thinking of him. Draco sauntered into the bathroom and carefully locked the doors; he really was not in the mood for intrusions. He pulled of his clothes and lazily got into the shower.
Hermione was already in the common room, reading a muggle book, trying to take her mind off of Draco. She was just about to put the book down and try to get some rest, when she heard the water running from the bathroom. It was then that she mentally slapped herself; mental pictures were plaguing her mind. Of course, she did have the best of imagination; she always seemed to create mental pictures for everything. She had the memory to go with it too; she could recall just about every picture she had ever conjured.
She decided she should leave before he gets out, she really did not want to face him, at least, not yet. She went up to her room to put away her book and get her things for Transfiguration.
As Hermione was walking down the hall, she saw Parvati and Lavender, and decided to walk with them. When they noticed she was there, they just gave her dirty looks and walked away. Hermione was baffled. What would make them do that? I mean, they were not like best friends, but they always got along perfectly well, what had changed? In class, Hermione soon found out that it wasn't just Parvati and Lavender treating her cruelly, the whole room seemed to shoot death glares at her. She decided to talk to Ginny at lunch, Ginny was like the queen of gossip, and she was bound to know why everyone had gone all weird.
Draco walked down through the grounds to Herbology with the Ravenclaws. He had a smirk plastered on his face that told onlookers that he was rather pleased with him self. First thing in the morning, he had gone down to the Slytherin common room to talk to Pansy, after all, they were best friends, if not more. He figured she would help him out of his situation with Hermione. They told each other everything, and Pansy was very understanding. She said it had been the same thing for her when this incredibly sexy guy from France came to her town that summer. Pansy told Draco not to worry about a thing, and she would sort things out. Draco had left the common room very happy, he felt as though a giant weight had been lifted off his chest.
Indeed, Pansy had taken care of things. She wasn't worried about the mudblood, she was worried about her Draco, I mean, what was he doing associating with such filth. She loved him, and he loved her, he just hasn't realized it yet. Pansy went over to Millicent as soon as Draco had left the common room.
"Help me! He likes the bitch! We need to get him away from her, use any means possible I don't care, but Millicent; I want you to ruin her life!" Pansy then retold Millicent everything Draco had just told her. Millicent, who also had a crush on Draco, decided it was for the best to get one more bitch out of the way. She went over to a group of gossiping sixth years and proceeded to tell them how the Gryffindor mudblood was now sleeping around with the two Slytherin hotties, Draco and Blaise. She then went down to breakfast, but on the way, she ran into Ravenclaw seventh year, Padma Patil, who was actually a friend of hers, she then proceeded to tell the Ravenclaw of the Gryffindors extra-curricular activities.
Now, it being five minutes into the first class of the day, just about all of the sixth and seventh years attending Hogwarts, are quite aware of what has been going on in the Potions classroom, and behind closed doors in the Head's rooms. Gryffindors and Slytherins were very displeased, Ravenclaws were just eager for some gossip, and Hufflepuffs, well, loads of asses they are, figured nothing bad could come of following the crowd.
By lunchtime, Hermione had received quite her share of glares and grimaces. She walked into the great hall directly over to Ginny Weasley, "Ginny, we need to talk, right now. Outside, please?"
Ginny gave Hermione a knowing glance, and then proceeded to follow her out into the hall. "Ginny, what is going on? People keep on looking at me like I'm the devil's spawn."
"Hermione! You are just the luckiest girl in Hogwarts, and everyone knows it. Sure the guys think you are a slut, and all, but you have the whole female population envying you right about now!"
"But why? What have I done in the last twenty-four hours?"
"You tell me. Perhaps some things involving a few gorgeous Slytherins?" Ginny added a wink.
"Oh my god. What have you heard? Because I swear, none of its true!"
"You are the only girl I know that would deny such events," Ginny laughed at the state her friend was in. "Everyone knows you slept with Draco and Blaise!"
"Shut up! You ass! You do not go around yelling things like that!!"
"You are not denying it?"
Hermione blushed. Ginny giggled, "I knew it was true! Hermione, you are the luckiest girl in the school, besides me, I mean, Draco and Blaise are pretty hot, but I have Potter, you just can't beat that!"
"Ginny!"
"Bye Hermione! I've got to get my stuff for class!" Ginny had to yell over the noise of the students pouring out of the great hall from the end of lunch.
Hermione turned back up the stairs to get her stuff for History of Magic and Herbology. When she entered the common room, she saw Draco lounging on the couch in front of the fire, reading a book "Weren't you at lunch?"
"Nope. Not hungry."
"I see...well class starts in fifteen minutes"
"I realized that," he held up his watch, "you see, I have a watch."
Hermione nodded and dashed up the stairs and into her room. She sat on her bed and looked around. After a few minutes she sighed. So the whole school thought she was a slut. Well, might as well live up to it. Hermione grinned evilly to herself. Soon she burst out in crazy, murderous laughs. She went over to her wardrobe after she calmed herself down. Taking out her skirts, she magically hemmed them up a good eight inches above the knee, just long enough to cover her ass when she was walking. She then pulled out all of her blouses, getting rid of the first three buttons and shrinking them, she was pleased. She then pulled out all of her underwear, with a simple switching spell; they were all transfigured into a colourful variety of thongs. She then took out her cotton bras and using a dying spell, dyed them to blues, reds, pinks, and blacks. No more classic cotton white for Hermione Granger. She then transformed all the fabrics to classy silks and satins with lace trimmings. It will be perfect, especially since you can see them perfectly through these shirts, she thought, looking over her work. She quickly slipped into some of her redone outfits and headed out the door for class.
Draco was just putting the bookmark back into his book when Hermione came down the stairs. His jaw just dropped. And he stared. He stared like any teenage boy would. He noticed how high her skirt rode up her legs, leaving little to the imagination. He noticed how her shirt fit so much tighter then it had on her way in, and he had noticed before, as every time he saw her, he was checking her out. He also noticed how her black lacy bra almost forced its way out of the tight fitting blouse. He noticed everything. And when she walked past him, he looked behind him and noticed how high the skirt really did go. She smirked as she left through the portrait hole, his reaction had pleased her, even when she couldn't see his face, and she knew he was watching her with rapt interest.
As Hermione walked down the hall, she noticed even more of the looks from the morning. Only now the looks from the guys were not of disgust, they were of approval. She noticed there was even more jealousy in the glares from the girls, but you can't win them all! She walked into History of Magic and sat down between Harry and Ron. Harry looked on like all the other guys had, and Ron looked on with disgust. Harry seemed to notice the look on Ron's face.
"Ron, we know you are gay, but you are ruining it for me, see, I look over at Hermione, and it the background I see your horrid face."
"Harry! Be nice too him! You are best friends!"
"Ah Hermione, he knows I am only joking. Why the sudden change in dress? I know for a fact you weren't dressed like this in the morning."
"I was just fed up with everyone calling me a slut behind my back, when I wasn't, so I decided I might as well be actually doing something worth their criticism."
"Well you can start with me then girlie! I am absolutely free tonight, and so is the astronomy tower," Harry winked at her saucily.
"Harry!" this time it was Ron.
"Ron!" Harry mimicked, "I was only joking, I mean, I am sure Hermione knows what she's doing, and who she is doing it for, and besides, it would be too weird. I mean, Hermione's my best friend."
It was then Professor Binns decided to enter through the chalkboard, signalling the beginning of class, and the end of the conversation, as Hermione had pulled out her quill and was now taking notes.
Draco sat through Charms with a bored look on his face. He lazily twirls his wand between his fingers. Pansy sat beside him, casually stroking his thigh. He didn't really care; he was far to caught up in his own thoughts about Hermione. Pansy smirked on his right; this is far too easy… She and Millicent had successfully gotten word around that the Mudblood was sleeping around with the Slytherin guys. Pansy just couldn't wait until dinner; there should be a nice scene, what with the planning she and Millicent had done through lunch. Yes, this should be good.
The Slytherins made their way through the rest of Charms and all of Transfiguration when Draco decided he would return to the Head's room until dinner. He made his way through the halls with a little spring in his step, but you wouldn't know it, unless you were him. To most it looked like he was angry about something, but no, he was quite content, he just knew Pansy would help him out about Hermione.
Hermione was just leaving Herbology with Hufflepuff when she felt someone grab her arm and pull her behind Greenhouse 3, where they had just been learning about Venus flytraps. She was frightened; it wasn't every day you got kidnapped.
Blaise looked at Hermione, "Who did you tell?"
"I don't know what you are talking about,"
"Hermione, I am not stupid. Who did you tell about me and you?"
"What do you mean us?"
"Well, none of the Slytherins will talk to me now; they all think I am a traitor for sleeping with you because you are a piece of filth. I would like to know who you told so I can go and murder them after I am finished with you."
"Listen Zabini, I did not tell anyone, so you can shut the fuck up about this being my fault. Malfoy came to me telling me he knew about you and I, which I can only assume was your doing. So, if it is anyone's fault that you've become a social outcast, you only have yourself to blame here."
"You little bitch! You can not speak to me that way! Who do you think you are? Malfoy is the only person I told, and I highly doubt my best friend would go around spreading nasty rumours about me, even if they involved you!"
"He's a Slytherin! You're a Slytherin! You are all dirty and rotten, and you will do any thing as long as it brings you a benefit, everyone else can go fuck themselves. I don't know what went threw your head to cause you to ever trust scum like Malfoy, but I leave saying this, you and your fucked up Slytherins, can all go to hell, because I am through with all of you! Have a lovely evening Blaise,"
And with that Hermione waved to Blaise and turned and walked away. She knew she would be late for dinner, thanks to Mr. Zabini, so she started running across the grounds and through the front doors. She pause outside the doors to the great hall to catch her breath, then she quietly opens the right door and tried to sneak over to Gryffindor table.
Hermione had taken but a step, when she noticed the attention of the entire room was focussed on her, "Sorry, I am a bit late, I hope that's not a crime!" she all but screamed to the staring faces.
"No Ms. Granger, it is not, but alas, this is," Snape said icily as he gestured to the wall behind the Slytherin table. In gleaming Green paint, this message was clearly written:
I have proudly fucked every hot guy in seventh year Slytherin, and I am looking to expand my collection of fuckers to include those sexy guys in other houses. -Hermione Granger
Hermione just felt her stomach drop, then come back up to her throat. Someone obviously framed her, but whom? She didn't really have any enemies or anything.
"Hermione, if you could please go with Professor McGonagall up to my office and wait just a moment for me to get there." Dumbledore's voice broke into her thoughts; she just nodded dumbly at him. Hermione let he feet lead the way, following McGonagall's swishing cloak through the halls. Not soon after she was seated in a cozy chair in Dumbledore office, which really didn't seem all that cozy at the time. Dumbledore came swiftly through the door and went to sit across from McGonagall and Hermione.
"This is very serious as I am sure you know," he said looking over he glasses, letting his piercing blue eyes gaze directly into Hermione's brown ones.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir, surely you don't actually believe our Hermione would do such a thing, really it is far out of her nature, she would never-"
"Minerva, of course I do not think Hermione is at fault. That is why it is such a serious matter. If I thought is was Hermione, I would simply give her a bucket of water and a toothbrush and have he go and scrub the walls and floor in the great hall until there was not a speck of dirt and it all gleams as if built yesterday, as it is, I am having Mr. Filch magic away the paint right after dinner, and the house elves will file in a usual to mop the floors. It is such a serious matter because we now have an anonymous person out to get our head girl, or perhaps an anonymous trouble maker, might I also suggest that such an act could not be done alone, that perhaps it was two females jealous of the new serge of attention Miss Hermione is now receiving from the male population here at Hogwarts."
He wasn't suggesting a thing. He was stating it. I was clear to the two females across from the Headmaster the he knew exactly who the culprits were behind the act, he just wasn't about to tell them.
"Now, tell is Hermione, do you have any female foes, perhaps seventh year Slytherin girls?" there was definitely a sparkle in Dumbledore's eyes as he said this.
"I can't think of anyone Professor," Hermione said steadily looking innocently up at the Headmaster.
"So be it. Minerva, would you be as kind as to go fetch Miss Parkinson and Miss Bulstrode for the dungeons please?"
"I would be delighted Albus." McGonagall left with a slight smile on her face.
"Hermione, if you would like, you may return to your dormitory now, I am quite finished with you."
"Thank-you sir," Hermione nodded happily at Dumbledore.
Hermione left Dumbledore office quite happy indeed. She practically skipped to the portrait guarding the Heads rooms. And as she sung the password to the lion, she couldn't help but think the day couldn't have ended better.HerH