CHAPTER 5: Breakfast
The next morning at breakfast, word had gotten round the school, and Hermione was bombarded with sad glances, pity, and whispers wherever she went.
Hermione passed by some Hufflepuff 3rd years as she heard one of them say, "That's her. That's the girl I was telling you about. I heard her parents didn't just die. They were tortured" as a gasp was heard from her friend "yea, that's what I heard, by he-who-must-not-be-named himself"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat and she resisted the urge to yell at them and correct their mistakes. She looked over at Harry and Ron and both of her friends were oblivious to her face as she sat down.
Schedules were handed out as groans were heard around the Great Hall. "Bloody Hell this isn't fair!" Ron shouted.
"Double Potions with Slytherins! Their trying to punish us I know it!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. One person stood out easily from the rest of the other Slytherins. Malfoy, with his silver blonde hair. The ferret. A smile emerged from Hermione's lips as she thought of the nickname.
Hatred Hermione had never known before surged towards the Slytherins for everything they represented. For all she knew, their fathers could have killed her parents.
"Hermione! Hermione! Earth to Hermione!" Ron waved his hands in front of her face. "You've got to stop glaring at the Slytherins. I hate them too, but you seriously look as if you're going to go over there and kill one of them. Malfoy's been staring at your for an uncomfortable period of time now." Hermione looked over at him, and sure enough, Malfoy immediately turned the other way.
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Draco had been watching her ever since she came back. He noticed the change in her; everyone did, though no one said anything about it. Her sad and vacant expressions, the emotions in her eyes, how she only talked to Harry, Ron, Ginny and occasionally Luna and Neville. She seemed so.how to put it?.angry. Guilt, he had never known before, swept over him. He HAD to do something, but what?
Its not like I could suddenly stroll over to the Gryffindor table and say, "Oh Hermione, I'm really not mean anymore. I've changed over the summer. I'm sorry bout your parents. Oh by the way, my father is the one who caused you all this pain. Without him, you would still have your parents."
He watched her turn around, scroll down the line of Slytherins, glaring all the while. She paused and glared all the harder when she came to him. Oh God, this is going to be harder than I thought.
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"Hermione, are you sure that your okay? You don't look too well." Neville asked
"I'm fine." Hermione said, exasperated "Come on you guys, we don't want to be late to Potions"
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry begged
"Lets go!" she snapped. Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
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Draco watched her snap at Ron and Harry and leave in a haste. They followed slowly behind, exchanging glances.
My god, Granger really *has changed. I've never seen her snap at the "wonder boys before Draco thought. Once again Draco felt guilty. Seeing her act this way convinced Draco of what he had suspected earlier. That she would be blame the world for her parent's death.
Why am I so concerned over the mudblood? It's not like I* did anything. The voice inside his head said.
Well the least you can do is tell her that you're sorry. His conscience said. That was it! He would just say that he was sorry that her parents died. An innocent comment. He'd try to catch her before Potions.
The next morning at breakfast, word had gotten round the school, and Hermione was bombarded with sad glances, pity, and whispers wherever she went.
Hermione passed by some Hufflepuff 3rd years as she heard one of them say, "That's her. That's the girl I was telling you about. I heard her parents didn't just die. They were tortured" as a gasp was heard from her friend "yea, that's what I heard, by he-who-must-not-be-named himself"
Hermione's heart skipped a beat and she resisted the urge to yell at them and correct their mistakes. She looked over at Harry and Ron and both of her friends were oblivious to her face as she sat down.
Schedules were handed out as groans were heard around the Great Hall. "Bloody Hell this isn't fair!" Ron shouted.
"Double Potions with Slytherins! Their trying to punish us I know it!" Harry exclaimed.
Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table. One person stood out easily from the rest of the other Slytherins. Malfoy, with his silver blonde hair. The ferret. A smile emerged from Hermione's lips as she thought of the nickname.
Hatred Hermione had never known before surged towards the Slytherins for everything they represented. For all she knew, their fathers could have killed her parents.
"Hermione! Hermione! Earth to Hermione!" Ron waved his hands in front of her face. "You've got to stop glaring at the Slytherins. I hate them too, but you seriously look as if you're going to go over there and kill one of them. Malfoy's been staring at your for an uncomfortable period of time now." Hermione looked over at him, and sure enough, Malfoy immediately turned the other way.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco had been watching her ever since she came back. He noticed the change in her; everyone did, though no one said anything about it. Her sad and vacant expressions, the emotions in her eyes, how she only talked to Harry, Ron, Ginny and occasionally Luna and Neville. She seemed so.how to put it?.angry. Guilt, he had never known before, swept over him. He HAD to do something, but what?
Its not like I could suddenly stroll over to the Gryffindor table and say, "Oh Hermione, I'm really not mean anymore. I've changed over the summer. I'm sorry bout your parents. Oh by the way, my father is the one who caused you all this pain. Without him, you would still have your parents."
He watched her turn around, scroll down the line of Slytherins, glaring all the while. She paused and glared all the harder when she came to him. Oh God, this is going to be harder than I thought.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hermione, are you sure that your okay? You don't look too well." Neville asked
"I'm fine." Hermione said, exasperated "Come on you guys, we don't want to be late to Potions"
"Hermione!" Ron and Harry begged
"Lets go!" she snapped. Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Draco watched her snap at Ron and Harry and leave in a haste. They followed slowly behind, exchanging glances.
My god, Granger really *has changed. I've never seen her snap at the "wonder boys before Draco thought. Once again Draco felt guilty. Seeing her act this way convinced Draco of what he had suspected earlier. That she would be blame the world for her parent's death.
Why am I so concerned over the mudblood? It's not like I* did anything. The voice inside his head said.
Well the least you can do is tell her that you're sorry. His conscience said. That was it! He would just say that he was sorry that her parents died. An innocent comment. He'd try to catch her before Potions.