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Chapter 12: Big heads
Hermione was walking the halls toward the great hall because it was now lunchtime. She was going to meet Harry there and Ron was still in the hospital wing. Her thought kept going over the small kiss Harry had given her on the cheek. She didn't know what to think. Did Harry like her now? She knew she didn't have a crush on him anymore. But maybe he finally realized she could be more then a friend. But it was the worst time to try and do this, especially since she might be starting to like..
"So Potter," Draco drawled. "I heard Weasley's big head finally made him fall. And it's all because of pathetic Longbottom here."
Hermione had rounded the corner and had came upon this conversation Draco was having with Harry. Around them were Crabbe, Goyal, and Neville. She heard Crabbe and Goyal laughing along with Draco, and she also saw Neville trying to sink into the floor, possibly wanting it to swallow him up.
"Sod off Malfoy." Harry said getting ready to punch him in the jaw and watch him fall.
Hermione knew she had to intervene before somebody got hurt. She briskly walked up to them from behind Draco and started to speak. "Keep your mouth shut Malfoy!" She almost screamed. "From what I know of your head is bigger then your pot of gold, and from the way you brag, that means really big."
Harry couldn't keep his face straight and he had to stifle the laughs that wanted to explode from within him. Neville was also cracking a smile that made Hermione feel better. Draco just stood there speechless from what Hermione had said.
Hermione realizing that nothing else could be said took her queue. "Come on guys, lets eat lunch." And she walked into the great hall with Harry and Neville following her.
"I can't believe you told Malfoy that Hermione, that was funny, and brave." Neville said after they had sat down at the long Gryffindor table.
"He deserved it, that git." Hermione said looking at Neville and then Harry. "Where does he get off talking about Ron like that?" Steam was almost coming out of her ears from the anger she felt.
"He's always been like that Hermione." Harry said after swallowing a drink of his pumpkin juice. "What, did you expect him to change or something?"
"No it's not that." Hermione said calming down slowly. "I'm just angry, that's all."
She started to think about what had been happening since school had started. It made her angry to think that she could possibly even like Draco or think about him in any way except the enemy. 'But he's not all he puts out to be.' Her mind spoke to her. 'Shut up, I'm not in the mood to have an argument with myself over him at this precise moment.' She thought back. 'Now's just as good as time as any. And you know I'm right.' 'Right about what? That he is an insufferable git who deserves to burn and then rot in hell for all eternity?' 'No not that. That he's not all he seems.' 'I couldn't care less if he was really a girl under all those clothes.' 'You know he's not! You have seen him naked before.' 'Oh yeah.' Hermione ended the argument with a small smile upon her lips just remembering the shower scene.
Draco paced the common room knowing Hermione would be back any minute from studying in the library. His thoughts turned to the slap to his ego she had given him earlier when he was making fun of Harry and Neville. He thought he was being funny, but apparently she thought different. 'You can't expect her to let her friends take insults, and then not stick up for them.' His mind thought. 'Well, she needs to keep her mouth shut.' 'Maybe you do.' 'I do not!' He thought back angrily. 'You don't here her poking fun at you unless you start it, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.' 'She wasn't supposed to hear me making fun of her friends.' 'She was bound to find out later, and who would she believe, you or them?' 'Them.' He ended his internal argument as Hermione walked through the portrait opening and into the room.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Malfoy almost yelled as soon as she had walked two steps.
Hermione looked up surprised to see Draco standing in the middle of the room, but she didn't let her surprise render her speechless. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
They glared at each other from a few steps a way before any one spoke. It was Hermione.
"Where do you get off always making fun of my friends and always making us feel rotten? Does your already sick mind take pleasure in it?"
"This isn't about me, this is about you." Draco said through clenched teeth. " You're the one who's making fun of me. Saying I have a big head. I think I have a very nice head thank you very much."
"I still can't believe you." Hermione said eyes wide and jaw clenched. "It has always got to be about you doesn't it? I make fun of you because you make fun of my friends you ass hole. If you weren't so self-centered maybe you would realize that."
"Your friends starting making fun of me before I ever starting making fun of them."
"Ha, that's a laugh! Ever since school started we have only wanted you to leave us alone." "It's true, Weasley laughed about my name before we were even sorted." Draco said in defense.
"Yeah, but you're the one who's tortured us endlessly with your name calling. Or do you not remember mudblood being your favorite word?"
Having said that, Hermione marched out through the portrait hole and steadily walked to the hospital wing were she knew she could visit Ron. She also hoped that Ginny and Harry were there also.
"Minerva, something seems to gone amiss." Dumbledore spoke sitting in the chair in his office across from Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall.
"What do you mean Albus?" McGonagall spoke.
"What do you think he means?" Snape said sarcastically. "They' re fighting."
"This is not a good thing considering the war will be coming soon." She said a little worried.
"Don't worry, either of you." Dumbledore spoke soft but sternly. "everything will fall into place eventually."
"And what if it doesn't Albus, what then?" Snape said.
'We can not worry ourselves with that." Dumbledore spoke. "But maybe they just need a push in the right direction. I think you both can help with that."
Snape and McGonagall left Dumbledore's office looking a little unsure of the situation.
"Do you think we can really help them?" McGonagall said looking Snape in the eye.
"We have to." He said, before they parted ways.
Chapter 12: Big heads
Hermione was walking the halls toward the great hall because it was now lunchtime. She was going to meet Harry there and Ron was still in the hospital wing. Her thought kept going over the small kiss Harry had given her on the cheek. She didn't know what to think. Did Harry like her now? She knew she didn't have a crush on him anymore. But maybe he finally realized she could be more then a friend. But it was the worst time to try and do this, especially since she might be starting to like..
"So Potter," Draco drawled. "I heard Weasley's big head finally made him fall. And it's all because of pathetic Longbottom here."
Hermione had rounded the corner and had came upon this conversation Draco was having with Harry. Around them were Crabbe, Goyal, and Neville. She heard Crabbe and Goyal laughing along with Draco, and she also saw Neville trying to sink into the floor, possibly wanting it to swallow him up.
"Sod off Malfoy." Harry said getting ready to punch him in the jaw and watch him fall.
Hermione knew she had to intervene before somebody got hurt. She briskly walked up to them from behind Draco and started to speak. "Keep your mouth shut Malfoy!" She almost screamed. "From what I know of your head is bigger then your pot of gold, and from the way you brag, that means really big."
Harry couldn't keep his face straight and he had to stifle the laughs that wanted to explode from within him. Neville was also cracking a smile that made Hermione feel better. Draco just stood there speechless from what Hermione had said.
Hermione realizing that nothing else could be said took her queue. "Come on guys, lets eat lunch." And she walked into the great hall with Harry and Neville following her.
"I can't believe you told Malfoy that Hermione, that was funny, and brave." Neville said after they had sat down at the long Gryffindor table.
"He deserved it, that git." Hermione said looking at Neville and then Harry. "Where does he get off talking about Ron like that?" Steam was almost coming out of her ears from the anger she felt.
"He's always been like that Hermione." Harry said after swallowing a drink of his pumpkin juice. "What, did you expect him to change or something?"
"No it's not that." Hermione said calming down slowly. "I'm just angry, that's all."
She started to think about what had been happening since school had started. It made her angry to think that she could possibly even like Draco or think about him in any way except the enemy. 'But he's not all he puts out to be.' Her mind spoke to her. 'Shut up, I'm not in the mood to have an argument with myself over him at this precise moment.' She thought back. 'Now's just as good as time as any. And you know I'm right.' 'Right about what? That he is an insufferable git who deserves to burn and then rot in hell for all eternity?' 'No not that. That he's not all he seems.' 'I couldn't care less if he was really a girl under all those clothes.' 'You know he's not! You have seen him naked before.' 'Oh yeah.' Hermione ended the argument with a small smile upon her lips just remembering the shower scene.
Draco paced the common room knowing Hermione would be back any minute from studying in the library. His thoughts turned to the slap to his ego she had given him earlier when he was making fun of Harry and Neville. He thought he was being funny, but apparently she thought different. 'You can't expect her to let her friends take insults, and then not stick up for them.' His mind thought. 'Well, she needs to keep her mouth shut.' 'Maybe you do.' 'I do not!' He thought back angrily. 'You don't here her poking fun at you unless you start it, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.' 'She wasn't supposed to hear me making fun of her friends.' 'She was bound to find out later, and who would she believe, you or them?' 'Them.' He ended his internal argument as Hermione walked through the portrait opening and into the room.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Malfoy almost yelled as soon as she had walked two steps.
Hermione looked up surprised to see Draco standing in the middle of the room, but she didn't let her surprise render her speechless. "What the hell is wrong with me?" She yelled, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
They glared at each other from a few steps a way before any one spoke. It was Hermione.
"Where do you get off always making fun of my friends and always making us feel rotten? Does your already sick mind take pleasure in it?"
"This isn't about me, this is about you." Draco said through clenched teeth. " You're the one who's making fun of me. Saying I have a big head. I think I have a very nice head thank you very much."
"I still can't believe you." Hermione said eyes wide and jaw clenched. "It has always got to be about you doesn't it? I make fun of you because you make fun of my friends you ass hole. If you weren't so self-centered maybe you would realize that."
"Your friends starting making fun of me before I ever starting making fun of them."
"Ha, that's a laugh! Ever since school started we have only wanted you to leave us alone." "It's true, Weasley laughed about my name before we were even sorted." Draco said in defense.
"Yeah, but you're the one who's tortured us endlessly with your name calling. Or do you not remember mudblood being your favorite word?"
Having said that, Hermione marched out through the portrait hole and steadily walked to the hospital wing were she knew she could visit Ron. She also hoped that Ginny and Harry were there also.
"Minerva, something seems to gone amiss." Dumbledore spoke sitting in the chair in his office across from Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall.
"What do you mean Albus?" McGonagall spoke.
"What do you think he means?" Snape said sarcastically. "They' re fighting."
"This is not a good thing considering the war will be coming soon." She said a little worried.
"Don't worry, either of you." Dumbledore spoke soft but sternly. "everything will fall into place eventually."
"And what if it doesn't Albus, what then?" Snape said.
'We can not worry ourselves with that." Dumbledore spoke. "But maybe they just need a push in the right direction. I think you both can help with that."
Snape and McGonagall left Dumbledore's office looking a little unsure of the situation.
"Do you think we can really help them?" McGonagall said looking Snape in the eye.
"We have to." He said, before they parted ways.