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"Yeah," Draco said, shifting uncomfortably on the bench. "It was Crabbe and Goyle."
Hermione's mouth hung open, her eyes slightly bulging out of her head. She blinked several times, as if she was trying to understand something incredibly confusing.
"How...why?" Hermione asked, stunned. "Why would they do something like that to me? Sure we never got along but I didn't think they hated me that much. I mean, I would have preferred a practical joke but an attempted rape...that's serious. I have to report them, Draco."
"No!" Draco said loudly, causing several first year Hufflepuffs to glance at him uneasily.
"Why not?" Hermione asked, frowning.
Draco lowered his voice to avoid anymore weird glances. "You just can't. It isn't their fault, Pansy -!"
"Pansy? That COW Pansy Parkinson?! She had something to do with this?!" Hermione screeched.
Draco moved uncomfortably again, wishing he had never told Hermione. "Yes. She – err – planned it all out. I guess you could call her the criminal mastermind."
Hermione rose from the bench. "I am going to report all three of them."
Draco yanked her back down, causing her to squeak out in pain. Hermione rubbed her right arm as Draco talked. "If you report them, they'll tell my father and things won't be pretty."
"So you want me to walk around acting as if I don't know who attacked me. How do I know they won't do it again Draco?! How will I ever feel safe until they've received their punishment?"
Draco gently slapped Hermione's cheek. He jabbed his thumb towards his chest and said, "Haven't you learned anything, 'Mione? They aren't going to hurt you. I'm here to protect you."
Hermione swallowed to keep down her tears as she hugged Draco tightly. She felt safe in his strong, warm arms and she hoped the feeling would never go away.
*
"How could he have found out?!" Pansy cried out hysterically. "I didn't tell him, you guys didn't tell him and..." Pansy stopped talking and glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting stupidly on a couch, like two huge blocks.
"You guys didn't tell him, right?" Pansy asked suspiciously, glaring at them.
Crabbe shifted in his seat. Goyle looked around the Slytherin common room, searching for a way to escape.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!" Pansy screeched.
Goyle cleared his throat. "Draco is our boss. We thought he deservooded to know."
"Deservooded?" Pansy questioned her nose high in the air. "I believe you mean DESERVED. But that is beside the POINT. Now Granger knows. NOW DRACO KNOWS. And thanks to you two brilliant blokes, I am going to be in a lot of trouble!"
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you came up with this 'brilliant' plan Pansy," a voice said.
Draco ambled into the room, looking somewhat amused. "Or perhaps you should have picked two attackers that actually have brains."
Pansy glared at him, her mouth moving but no words came out. Finally, "Drakie you have to help me! I'm going to be expelled!"
"No one is going to be expelled."
"But Granger knows!"
"Knows what?" Draco inquired, acting as if he did not know.
"You know!" Pansy dropped her voice to a low whisper. "About how Crabbe and Goyle attacked her."
Draco's eyes blazed. Pansy was such a prat...all she ever worried about was herself. She didn't even care that being attacked hurt Hermione physically and mentally.
"As much as I hate to admit it," Draco said sourly. "Hermione has informed me that she will not tell Professor Dumbledore."
Pansy let out a huge sigh of relief. "Tell her..."
Draco looked at Pansy. Was she about to apologize?
Pansy glanced at Draco's expression and then she hissed, "Tell her to go jump off a bloody cliff."
Pansy had not learned her lesson.
N/A: Go ahead, kill me now. It has been OVER FIVE MONTHS since I last updated. I feel horrible. I just got so busy with school and Diablo II...and now I have this huge writer's block. Heck, I don't even know what this story is about anymore. I have no ideas and I don't know where this story is heading. If you know, TELL ME. But, I think I'm going to start over fresh with a new Hermione/Draco fanfic. If you have a plot for my new fic, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me. I have a few ideas – none that I'm too fond of. Oh yes. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter but I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Yeah," Draco said, shifting uncomfortably on the bench. "It was Crabbe and Goyle."
Hermione's mouth hung open, her eyes slightly bulging out of her head. She blinked several times, as if she was trying to understand something incredibly confusing.
"How...why?" Hermione asked, stunned. "Why would they do something like that to me? Sure we never got along but I didn't think they hated me that much. I mean, I would have preferred a practical joke but an attempted rape...that's serious. I have to report them, Draco."
"No!" Draco said loudly, causing several first year Hufflepuffs to glance at him uneasily.
"Why not?" Hermione asked, frowning.
Draco lowered his voice to avoid anymore weird glances. "You just can't. It isn't their fault, Pansy -!"
"Pansy? That COW Pansy Parkinson?! She had something to do with this?!" Hermione screeched.
Draco moved uncomfortably again, wishing he had never told Hermione. "Yes. She – err – planned it all out. I guess you could call her the criminal mastermind."
Hermione rose from the bench. "I am going to report all three of them."
Draco yanked her back down, causing her to squeak out in pain. Hermione rubbed her right arm as Draco talked. "If you report them, they'll tell my father and things won't be pretty."
"So you want me to walk around acting as if I don't know who attacked me. How do I know they won't do it again Draco?! How will I ever feel safe until they've received their punishment?"
Draco gently slapped Hermione's cheek. He jabbed his thumb towards his chest and said, "Haven't you learned anything, 'Mione? They aren't going to hurt you. I'm here to protect you."
Hermione swallowed to keep down her tears as she hugged Draco tightly. She felt safe in his strong, warm arms and she hoped the feeling would never go away.
*
"How could he have found out?!" Pansy cried out hysterically. "I didn't tell him, you guys didn't tell him and..." Pansy stopped talking and glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting stupidly on a couch, like two huge blocks.
"You guys didn't tell him, right?" Pansy asked suspiciously, glaring at them.
Crabbe shifted in his seat. Goyle looked around the Slytherin common room, searching for a way to escape.
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE BEEN SO STUPID?!" Pansy screeched.
Goyle cleared his throat. "Draco is our boss. We thought he deservooded to know."
"Deservooded?" Pansy questioned her nose high in the air. "I believe you mean DESERVED. But that is beside the POINT. Now Granger knows. NOW DRACO KNOWS. And thanks to you two brilliant blokes, I am going to be in a lot of trouble!"
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you came up with this 'brilliant' plan Pansy," a voice said.
Draco ambled into the room, looking somewhat amused. "Or perhaps you should have picked two attackers that actually have brains."
Pansy glared at him, her mouth moving but no words came out. Finally, "Drakie you have to help me! I'm going to be expelled!"
"No one is going to be expelled."
"But Granger knows!"
"Knows what?" Draco inquired, acting as if he did not know.
"You know!" Pansy dropped her voice to a low whisper. "About how Crabbe and Goyle attacked her."
Draco's eyes blazed. Pansy was such a prat...all she ever worried about was herself. She didn't even care that being attacked hurt Hermione physically and mentally.
"As much as I hate to admit it," Draco said sourly. "Hermione has informed me that she will not tell Professor Dumbledore."
Pansy let out a huge sigh of relief. "Tell her..."
Draco looked at Pansy. Was she about to apologize?
Pansy glanced at Draco's expression and then she hissed, "Tell her to go jump off a bloody cliff."
Pansy had not learned her lesson.
N/A: Go ahead, kill me now. It has been OVER FIVE MONTHS since I last updated. I feel horrible. I just got so busy with school and Diablo II...and now I have this huge writer's block. Heck, I don't even know what this story is about anymore. I have no ideas and I don't know where this story is heading. If you know, TELL ME. But, I think I'm going to start over fresh with a new Hermione/Draco fanfic. If you have a plot for my new fic, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me. I have a few ideas – none that I'm too fond of. Oh yes. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter but I couldn't think of anything else to say.