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Draco heard Ron's whisper and he twirled around, facing the two of them.
"Ron, Harry," Draco said. "You can't tell Hermione!"
"Why shouldn't we?" Ron said defensively. "You deserve it, kissing Pansy like that!"
"You are so thick, Weasley!" Draco shouted, trying to sound mean but failed. He almost sounded...pitiful. "I didn't even kiss that git!"
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Was it just our imagination that your lips were locked with hers?"
"Well, no. She kissed ME. I did NOT want to kiss HER."
"Sure," Ron said skeptically.
"It's the truth. You have to believe me."
"Draco," Harry said laughing. "After all the mean and horrible things you have done to us, do you actually think we are ever going to trust you?"
"Do you want Hermione to be mad?"
"Don't change the subject!" Ron shouted, growing agitated.
"If you tell Hermione, she'll just be mad and depressed. None of us want that."
"Guess you should have thought of that before you kissed Pansy," Ron said, smirking. With a cheery wave, Ron and Harry exited the Great Hall.
"I'm going to strangle him," Draco mumbled under his breath.
*
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, bursting through the Hospital Wing door. "Madame Pomfrey said that you can get out of here!"
Ron looked around the Hospital Wing but Hermione was no where to be seen.
"Where'd she go?" he asked Harry.
"No idea," Harry replied with a shrug.
Ron cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "HERMIONE!"
"MR. WEASLEY!" Madame Pomfrey squawked, shuffling into the room. "I will not permit that kind of noise in this wing! If you are looking for Ms. Granger, she has already headed back to the common room."
"Don't have a cow," Ron muttered.
"FIVE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! Be thankful I am too busy to report you to Professor McGonagall, Mr. Weasley. Now if you and Mr. Potter would leave..."
"We're going, we're going," Ron said, growing agitated.
Once Ron thought Madame Pomfrey couldn't hear he called her something that resulted in 10 more points from Gryffindor and a detention.
"Can you believe her?!" Ron hissed. "Giving me a detention!"
"Well," Harry said smiling. "You didn't exactly call her something flattering."
"But it's the truth!" Ron mumbled.
Harry slapped Ron on the back. "It may be the truth but do you think Madame Pomfrey knows that?"
*
Draco collapsed on a green leather couch and let out a sigh. Thankfully Hermione was out of the Hospital Wing so he wouldn't have to be with her all the time.
"Draco," Goyle grunted, shaking the couch as he sat down. "Where have you been?"
"Out," Draco snapped. "You know Goyle, you are starting to sound a tad bit like my father."
"Sorry."
"The last thing you want is to sound like my father," Draco said bitterly.
It's true, Draco use to look up to his father. But after seeing his Lucius kill an innocent mother, leaving her two young children alone, his feelings turned. Draco still respected his father but he no longer wanted to follow in his footsteps. But if he didn't follow in his father's footsteps, whose would he follow in? Dumbledore's? Potter's?"
Draco let out a humorless laugh.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"W-what?" Draco stuttered, forgetting Goyle was there. He regained his composure and answered, "Nothing."
Crabbe thundered into the room and squashed himself between Goyle and Draco on the couch. Draco heard the couch groan and he was afraid it might collapse.
"God!" Draco cursed, feeling the couch fall inward. "Cut back on the chocolate frogs, would ya?"
Crabbe and Goyle just stared at him stupidly and then nodded.
"Why am I stuck with such morons?" Draco mumbled under his breath.
"Look Draco," Crabbe said lowering his voice. "Goyle and I have been talking...and well, we figure you should know."
Draco looked at them suspiciously. What were they talking about?
"But you have to promise not to tell."
Draco looked at them in surprise. To make him promise not to tell...this secret was major.
"Alright then. I promise I won't tell," Draco said. But of course, everyone knows a Slytherin never keeps a promise. Even when it was their best friend that told them.
"It was Crabbe and me..." Goyle began.
"Crabbe and I," Draco automatically corrected. He gave himself a mental slap for being such a prat. Since when did he care about grammar?
Goyle looked extremely confused. "It wasn't you and Crabbe! Crabbe and me did it!"
"My god," Draco said in amazement. "I have no idea how you survive. Anyway, continue with your story."
"It was Crabbe and me" - Draco did not bother to correct him again, he wanted to avoid the confused - "that attacked Hermione."
Draco jumped up. "WHAT?!" He tried to move backwards but stumbled, falling to the floor. Draco was too shocked to even be embarrassed.
"You attacked Hermione?!" he whispered harshly, anger rushing through his veins.
Crabbe and Goyle glanced at each other guiltily and then nodded. Draco could tell they felt a little bad about what they did, but he did not know if he could ever forgive the two of them.
"What the hell POSSESSED you to do something so stupid?! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?"
As soon as he asked the question, Draco knew the answer. It was simple, really. Crabbe and Goyle would never do anything like that on their own. There was someone else behind it all. A criminal mastermind. And Draco knew just who that person was.
Ms. Pansy Parkinson.
*
"HOW COULD Y-YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Draco shouted, bursting through the library doors. "YOU ARE DISGUSTING, PANSY!"
"Draco, dear!" Pansy cooed, motioning for Draco to sit down next to her. "Let me explain."
"WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING LEFT TO EXPLAIN!"
"MR. MALFOY!" Professor McGonagall said loudly. "Come with me at once!" She gestured for him to leave the library and he did, but not without arguing.
"But Professor!"
"I have had enough of this noise, Mr. Malfoy!"
"But I know who attacked Hermione! I just have to -!"
"That is ENOUGH. You will accompany me to my office while I fill out a detention form. When you arrive, you will see that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are there as well. Please restrain from any rude comments while I am in your midst."
"Why are they there?" Draco asked annoyed. He was about to learn why Pansy made Crabbe and Goyle do it...and then McGonagall shows up.
"They threw a dungbomb in Professor Snape's office," Professor McGonagall replied, her lips in a tight line.
"Come on Professor McGonagall!" Draco begged (which is not something he does often). "Shouting in the library when it's nearly empty is nothing compared to throwing a dungbomb in a teacher's office!"
Professor McGonagall glanced sharply at Draco and then sighed. "Fine. I will let you off the hook this ONCE. Only because I had my hands full with Potter and Weasley. Be careful next time, Mr. Malfoy. If I catch you again you won't be so lucky."
Professor McGonagall walked away leaving Draco confused. He was really ever able to escape McGonagall's wrath...and he wondered why McGonagall let him go. Draco did not take a lot of time to think because he had more pressing matters to attend to. Such as Pansy.
Draco hurried back into the library, preparing himself for dealing with Pansy.
But she was gone.
"Argh!" Draco shouted frustrated. "She must have escaped through the other door..."
*
Hermione sat on a bench outside, staring up at the clear blue sky. The attack on her seemed so long ago, her troubles seemed so far way. She did not care about who did it, she only hoped that they would not try to rape her, or anyone, again.
"Hermione," Draco said, clearing his throat. "I have something to tell you."
Hermione motioned for Draco to sit down and as he did, she watched him. His gray eyes were filled with anxiety and he looked worried about something. His ink-black robes were rumpled, his hair disorderly.
"Who is it Draco?" Hermione inquired, taking his hands in hers. "I don't care who it was, just tell me."
Draco turned his head away. If he told Hermione, she would surely report the two. Although Crabbe and Goyle were disgusting to do what they did, it was not entirely their fault. The "oh-so-clever" Pansy tricked them. So why should they be expelled?
"Please Draco!" Hermione pleaded, her soft brown eyes staring at him intently. "Please tell me!"
"You have to promise," Draco said nervously. "That you won't report them."
Hermione gasped, letting go of Draco's hands. "There were two of them?!"
"Err, yes. I guess."
"How come I only saw one?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Look!" Draco shouted, growing very annoyed. "I'm not the all-knowing. I don't know everything that happened!"
Hermione looked down, wondering what Draco's sudden streak of anger was about.
"Just tell me who did it," Hermione said, trying to make her voice as cold as possible.
"'Mione...don't be like that." Draco drew Hermione closer to him, enjoying the warmth from her body.
Hermione snuggled up against him, inhaling his sweet scent.
"So who did it?"
"Crabbe and Goyle."
Hermione jumped up, her heart beating wildly. "WHAT?!"
A/N: Oh my gosh you guys, I am so sorry that I haven't updated in years. It has almost been a month. Please forgive me! School is getting tougher as the year moves along and I have been assigned a billion projects. Add on to that what is going on at home and I'm one busy person. I wrote a little bit of this chapter every day, but obviously it wasn't a lot a day. Hopefully, the next chapter will be posted up in 2-3 weeks.
QUESTIONS: I think maybe I'll post some questions in every new chapter...if you have time to answer them when you REVIEW, please do. :D 1. How did you find Hard to Get? Why do you/don't you like Hard to Get? What should I change in this story? What would you like to see in the next few chapters? Happy ending or sad ending? Or both? Should I write another fanfic? What type? Who should it be about?
Thank you for taking the time to answer!
Draco heard Ron's whisper and he twirled around, facing the two of them.
"Ron, Harry," Draco said. "You can't tell Hermione!"
"Why shouldn't we?" Ron said defensively. "You deserve it, kissing Pansy like that!"
"You are so thick, Weasley!" Draco shouted, trying to sound mean but failed. He almost sounded...pitiful. "I didn't even kiss that git!"
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Was it just our imagination that your lips were locked with hers?"
"Well, no. She kissed ME. I did NOT want to kiss HER."
"Sure," Ron said skeptically.
"It's the truth. You have to believe me."
"Draco," Harry said laughing. "After all the mean and horrible things you have done to us, do you actually think we are ever going to trust you?"
"Do you want Hermione to be mad?"
"Don't change the subject!" Ron shouted, growing agitated.
"If you tell Hermione, she'll just be mad and depressed. None of us want that."
"Guess you should have thought of that before you kissed Pansy," Ron said, smirking. With a cheery wave, Ron and Harry exited the Great Hall.
"I'm going to strangle him," Draco mumbled under his breath.
*
"Hermione!" Ron shouted, bursting through the Hospital Wing door. "Madame Pomfrey said that you can get out of here!"
Ron looked around the Hospital Wing but Hermione was no where to be seen.
"Where'd she go?" he asked Harry.
"No idea," Harry replied with a shrug.
Ron cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "HERMIONE!"
"MR. WEASLEY!" Madame Pomfrey squawked, shuffling into the room. "I will not permit that kind of noise in this wing! If you are looking for Ms. Granger, she has already headed back to the common room."
"Don't have a cow," Ron muttered.
"FIVE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! Be thankful I am too busy to report you to Professor McGonagall, Mr. Weasley. Now if you and Mr. Potter would leave..."
"We're going, we're going," Ron said, growing agitated.
Once Ron thought Madame Pomfrey couldn't hear he called her something that resulted in 10 more points from Gryffindor and a detention.
"Can you believe her?!" Ron hissed. "Giving me a detention!"
"Well," Harry said smiling. "You didn't exactly call her something flattering."
"But it's the truth!" Ron mumbled.
Harry slapped Ron on the back. "It may be the truth but do you think Madame Pomfrey knows that?"
*
Draco collapsed on a green leather couch and let out a sigh. Thankfully Hermione was out of the Hospital Wing so he wouldn't have to be with her all the time.
"Draco," Goyle grunted, shaking the couch as he sat down. "Where have you been?"
"Out," Draco snapped. "You know Goyle, you are starting to sound a tad bit like my father."
"Sorry."
"The last thing you want is to sound like my father," Draco said bitterly.
It's true, Draco use to look up to his father. But after seeing his Lucius kill an innocent mother, leaving her two young children alone, his feelings turned. Draco still respected his father but he no longer wanted to follow in his footsteps. But if he didn't follow in his father's footsteps, whose would he follow in? Dumbledore's? Potter's?"
Draco let out a humorless laugh.
"What?" Goyle asked.
"W-what?" Draco stuttered, forgetting Goyle was there. He regained his composure and answered, "Nothing."
Crabbe thundered into the room and squashed himself between Goyle and Draco on the couch. Draco heard the couch groan and he was afraid it might collapse.
"God!" Draco cursed, feeling the couch fall inward. "Cut back on the chocolate frogs, would ya?"
Crabbe and Goyle just stared at him stupidly and then nodded.
"Why am I stuck with such morons?" Draco mumbled under his breath.
"Look Draco," Crabbe said lowering his voice. "Goyle and I have been talking...and well, we figure you should know."
Draco looked at them suspiciously. What were they talking about?
"But you have to promise not to tell."
Draco looked at them in surprise. To make him promise not to tell...this secret was major.
"Alright then. I promise I won't tell," Draco said. But of course, everyone knows a Slytherin never keeps a promise. Even when it was their best friend that told them.
"It was Crabbe and me..." Goyle began.
"Crabbe and I," Draco automatically corrected. He gave himself a mental slap for being such a prat. Since when did he care about grammar?
Goyle looked extremely confused. "It wasn't you and Crabbe! Crabbe and me did it!"
"My god," Draco said in amazement. "I have no idea how you survive. Anyway, continue with your story."
"It was Crabbe and me" - Draco did not bother to correct him again, he wanted to avoid the confused - "that attacked Hermione."
Draco jumped up. "WHAT?!" He tried to move backwards but stumbled, falling to the floor. Draco was too shocked to even be embarrassed.
"You attacked Hermione?!" he whispered harshly, anger rushing through his veins.
Crabbe and Goyle glanced at each other guiltily and then nodded. Draco could tell they felt a little bad about what they did, but he did not know if he could ever forgive the two of them.
"What the hell POSSESSED you to do something so stupid?! HOW COULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?"
As soon as he asked the question, Draco knew the answer. It was simple, really. Crabbe and Goyle would never do anything like that on their own. There was someone else behind it all. A criminal mastermind. And Draco knew just who that person was.
Ms. Pansy Parkinson.
*
"HOW COULD Y-YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT!" Draco shouted, bursting through the library doors. "YOU ARE DISGUSTING, PANSY!"
"Draco, dear!" Pansy cooed, motioning for Draco to sit down next to her. "Let me explain."
"WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING LEFT TO EXPLAIN!"
"MR. MALFOY!" Professor McGonagall said loudly. "Come with me at once!" She gestured for him to leave the library and he did, but not without arguing.
"But Professor!"
"I have had enough of this noise, Mr. Malfoy!"
"But I know who attacked Hermione! I just have to -!"
"That is ENOUGH. You will accompany me to my office while I fill out a detention form. When you arrive, you will see that Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley are there as well. Please restrain from any rude comments while I am in your midst."
"Why are they there?" Draco asked annoyed. He was about to learn why Pansy made Crabbe and Goyle do it...and then McGonagall shows up.
"They threw a dungbomb in Professor Snape's office," Professor McGonagall replied, her lips in a tight line.
"Come on Professor McGonagall!" Draco begged (which is not something he does often). "Shouting in the library when it's nearly empty is nothing compared to throwing a dungbomb in a teacher's office!"
Professor McGonagall glanced sharply at Draco and then sighed. "Fine. I will let you off the hook this ONCE. Only because I had my hands full with Potter and Weasley. Be careful next time, Mr. Malfoy. If I catch you again you won't be so lucky."
Professor McGonagall walked away leaving Draco confused. He was really ever able to escape McGonagall's wrath...and he wondered why McGonagall let him go. Draco did not take a lot of time to think because he had more pressing matters to attend to. Such as Pansy.
Draco hurried back into the library, preparing himself for dealing with Pansy.
But she was gone.
"Argh!" Draco shouted frustrated. "She must have escaped through the other door..."
*
Hermione sat on a bench outside, staring up at the clear blue sky. The attack on her seemed so long ago, her troubles seemed so far way. She did not care about who did it, she only hoped that they would not try to rape her, or anyone, again.
"Hermione," Draco said, clearing his throat. "I have something to tell you."
Hermione motioned for Draco to sit down and as he did, she watched him. His gray eyes were filled with anxiety and he looked worried about something. His ink-black robes were rumpled, his hair disorderly.
"Who is it Draco?" Hermione inquired, taking his hands in hers. "I don't care who it was, just tell me."
Draco turned his head away. If he told Hermione, she would surely report the two. Although Crabbe and Goyle were disgusting to do what they did, it was not entirely their fault. The "oh-so-clever" Pansy tricked them. So why should they be expelled?
"Please Draco!" Hermione pleaded, her soft brown eyes staring at him intently. "Please tell me!"
"You have to promise," Draco said nervously. "That you won't report them."
Hermione gasped, letting go of Draco's hands. "There were two of them?!"
"Err, yes. I guess."
"How come I only saw one?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Look!" Draco shouted, growing very annoyed. "I'm not the all-knowing. I don't know everything that happened!"
Hermione looked down, wondering what Draco's sudden streak of anger was about.
"Just tell me who did it," Hermione said, trying to make her voice as cold as possible.
"'Mione...don't be like that." Draco drew Hermione closer to him, enjoying the warmth from her body.
Hermione snuggled up against him, inhaling his sweet scent.
"So who did it?"
"Crabbe and Goyle."
Hermione jumped up, her heart beating wildly. "WHAT?!"
A/N: Oh my gosh you guys, I am so sorry that I haven't updated in years. It has almost been a month. Please forgive me! School is getting tougher as the year moves along and I have been assigned a billion projects. Add on to that what is going on at home and I'm one busy person. I wrote a little bit of this chapter every day, but obviously it wasn't a lot a day. Hopefully, the next chapter will be posted up in 2-3 weeks.
QUESTIONS: I think maybe I'll post some questions in every new chapter...if you have time to answer them when you REVIEW, please do. :D 1. How did you find Hard to Get? Why do you/don't you like Hard to Get? What should I change in this story? What would you like to see in the next few chapters? Happy ending or sad ending? Or both? Should I write another fanfic? What type? Who should it be about?
Thank you for taking the time to answer!