Hi! I'M SO SORRY for not updating soon but really I don't have any spare time! I'm writing now cuz it's Christmas night and my parents aren't here but otherwise I would be in my school or in a road trip or something! Well, thanks to: Trapt*ROCKS* My World, Hermione Girl3, ProwlingKitKat, DanceChic0869, Sentimental Butterfly and natyslacks for updating in my past chapter. I'm losing reviewers and yes, I know it's because of the updating business but if you were in my position you wouldn't even be writing right now. I don't know about you but I loved the last chapter and that's saying something, I'm my own worst critic! Hope you like this!
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FLASHBACK
DRACO'S POV
I was sitting in the desk in my room, finishing up my Arithmancy homework, after a good nap. I finished it and decided to go and talk to McMillan in the Common Room or watch TV. When I entered the Common Room I was greeted by a not so nice view. Pansy Parkinson (aka: Slytherin Slut) was in front of my room's doorway and was about to knock when I opened the door. When I did, I walked straight into her face since she was my same height. She immediately grabbed the back of my head and pushed me towards her and she kissed me.
It happened so fast that I didn't react immediately so I just stayed there letting her kiss me. Although, contrary to popular belief, I never did like her, I must say, rather think, she is a good kisser. Much to my dismay Weasley was coming in the Common Room and looked at the display, like everyone else in the room. He didn't look twice and left just as I was pushing her off me. Shit.
"What in bloody hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed at her, anger boiling up inside me so much that I just wanted to punch her. I didn't, my mother taught me not to hurt a girl, under any circumstances.
She didn't answer my question and ran away with a look of pure satisfaction in her face. That girl is so dead. I just hope Hermione doesn't hear about this, or I'm dead too, but seeing as though Weasley saw it, she must already know. So I just went to my room, grabbed a coat since it was the middle of November and it was quite chilly and set out to find Hermione.
PANSY'S POV
I ran towards the Slytherin dungeons, satisfied with my work on Draco. Although I'm so over him, I can't deny that he is a damn good kisser, even if he isn't kissing back. (AN: Did that make any sense?)
When I got there I scanned the Common Room for Jones and found him sitting in a couch talking to Crabbe and Goyle so, I approached them.
"Jones, the first phase is done. Did you do anything to the mudblood yet?" I asked with a smirk on my face.
"No, but if what these 2 say is true then Potter might have already done my part." He said with an evil grin on his already ugly face.
"What? Potter? What did he do to his mudblood girlfriend?" I said a smile playing on my lips.
"He beat her an inch to death. You should see her. She looks like a zombie." Then he started laughing which added more ugliness to him.
"Yeah. Still, you do your job. Now you won't have to do it so much, thanks to Potter. Crabbe, Goyle, go look for Draco and make sure he doesn't reach the mudblood. Now." I said as I exited the Common Room finally letting myself smile, an evil and wicked smile that only resided on my lips when I had a malicious plan coming on.
END FLASHBACK
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Chapter 17:
DRACO'S POV
I had been searching for 30 minutes and I, nor the mayority of our classmates, had seen Hermione. I was looking for Weasley, since he always knew where she was, but I couldn't find him either. I was almost giving up hope of finding her when I saw McMillan entering the Great Hall and decided to ask one last person.
"Hey, McMillan! Wait!" I called at him as he was opening the doors to the hall. He immediately turned around and walked towards me.
"Yeah?" he asked, giving me a quizzical look.
"Have you seen Hermione today?" I asked, my desperation clear in my voice.
"Yep. And she isn't in the best of situations, again." He asked, looking towards the floor.
"Why? What happened to her? Where is she?" I asked, worry filling my mind.
"Well, she's in the Hospital Wing and I don't know what happened to her exactly. There are some pretty nasty ru" I didn't let him finish his sentence and ran at full speed towards the Hospital Wing, fearing the worst.
When I arrived, I eye-scanned the room for Hermione. When I didn't find her, I panicked. So I went to Madame Pomfrey's office to ask if she had been let out. She wasn't there either. I was worrying myself to tears by not knowing what had happened to Hermione and who had done it. I was exiting the Wing when I saw Madame Pomfrey coming out from behind a screen in the back of the room. I stopped opening the door and ran at top speed towards her.
"Mr. Malfoy! Stop running! This is an infirmary, not a Quidditch field and I doubt you run"
"Madame Pomfrey, is Hermione here?" I said interrupting her.
"Yes she is but I'm afraid she is not in a state for vi"
"Where is she?" I said interrupting her again. I was not in the mood for lectures.
"Would you let me finish a sentence Mr. Malfoy?" she said, her face turning a shade of pink in anger.
"Sorry but I really need to see her." I said, worrying more and more every second.
"Very well but I must ask you not to overwhelm her. She is behind that screen." She said pointing to the screen she had just come out of.
"Thanks." I said as I made my way towards the screen.
I pulled it back and found Hermione reading a book, Hogwarts, A history (How many times has she read that?), while Weasley was, surprisingly, reading Chudley Cannons, A history. Hermione looked like she had been to hell and back. Her face was bruised, her wrists were highly bandaged and she looked like she was having a good time, until I came in.
"Hermione?" I said. She looked up and her face changed almost instantly from a happy one to an angry one.
"You slimy, selfish, ferret-faced Slytherin bastard! Get out!" she screamed as she threw her thick book at me. I didn't think twice and got out of the book's way.
"Hermione what the" I said looking into the screen.
" I said GET OUT!" she screamed as she threw another thick book at me. I turned to get out but a hand grabbed my shoulder. I instinctively grabbed my wand from my pocket robe and turned around to face, the Weasel.
"Why did you betray her? She never did anything to you yet you tortured us for years and then I don't know why or how she forgave you. Now you go around kissing other girls knowing she loves you! How can you live with that? Do you even have a heart?" he said in a calm yet harsh tone.
"What! I didn't kiss anybody!" I said defensively. I really hadn't, SHE kissed ME.
"YOU LYING CHEATING BASTARD! YOU HAVE THE MIND TO EVEN SAY YOU DIDN'T WHEN I SAW YOU MAKING OUT WITH PANSY PARKINSON IN OUR COMMON ROOM 1 HOUR AGO! HOW CAN YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF?" he screamed at me, his ears and face redder than his hair.
"I just bumped into her. Now would you calm down and tell me why you 2 are so mad at me?" I said in a calm tone, trying not to lose my temper.
"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN HERMIONE JUST GOT BEATEN UP FOR YOU AND YOU GO AND KISS SOME OTHER GIRL, AND NOT JUST ANY PANSY PARKINSON! CAN'T YOU SEE HER? SHE IS LIKE THIS BECAUSE OF YOU!" he said now turning an unearthly shade of purple, way past the red phase.
"Whoa! Rewind please? She is like this because of me? I didn't know… Wait a moment." I said. Putting 2 and 2 together in this situation isn't the hardest task…Potter's Warning, Slytherin's way of acting, Pansy kissing me, Hermione getting beat up… Oooohhhh… Someone's in BIG TROUBE. "Potter." I spat out with a malice I only had towards my father," Get out of my way Weasley." I said, anger building up inside me.
"Wait a moment! You think I'm just going to let you through! Are you deaf or something?" he said his face still in its past color.
"Petrificus Totalus!" I said as he fell like a rock on the stone floor.
It was then I realized that both Hermione and Madame Pomfrey were watching our little display. When Weasley fell, Madame Pomfrey threw caution to the winds and just left to her office with an indescribable look on her face. Hermione, on the other hand, had a not-so-surprised look on her face. When I made my way towards her, she just went and sat plainly in the hospital bed. I followed her behind the screen and sat in the chair beside the bed, my elbows in my knees and my head in my hands. Long awkward pause of silence. I hate those pauses.
"So, you didn't kiss Pansy." Said Hermione, breaking the silence in the room.
"Nope. She kissed me. And I think I know why." I said looking up.
"You do? Come on, share your thoughts." She said as she straightened up.
"Well, Potter did this" I said motioning to her bandaged parts, "to you because he's jealous of me. Pansy is jealous of you or is following orders from someone." I added, not knowing the current status of the other side.
"Yeah. Now that I have forgiven you for the" she said while marking her fingers, "umpteenth time, will you please explain me what in Merlin's good, magical, green Earth is going on?" (AN: That quote comes from a fic by Marpessa called "Mudbloods are best when left in the ground" I highly recommend it.)
"Well…" I said as I started explaining the whole kiss thing. When I had finished my voice was hoarse from talking.
"Well, at least Ron isn't trying to kill any of us!" she said as she slumped back into the bed.
"Yeah, it feels odd though, having Weasley being civil around me instead of trying to kill me." I said, realizing the fact that he was acting friendlier towards me.
"Well, he is my friend and he said he really didn't mind who I was with while I was happy but let's not push it too far. He might be nice today cause we aren't officially going out; if and when we do he will go ballistic. He hasn't got the most stable temper." She said with an air of disillusion in her voice. "Drake, (That's her new nickname for me) I really think we should just try and go with the flow until things calm down. You know with this whole Harry/Pansy thing I'm getting worried for you. Who knows what will happen next. Maybe we should just be friends." She said while looking down at her hands.
"Yeah, me too but I'm worried more for you than me. I know what you mean and it's for the best and all but, can't I at least kiss you once in a while?" I said putting on my puppy dog eyes that no one could resist.
"Drake, you know that… what if…" she said while looking at me. I now tried the puppy pout and if that didn't work then nothing would. "Well, ok, but not in public, we don't want to make World War 3 start." She said in a know-it-all voice. Worked like a charm.
"Now that we're in that theme, what would happen if we get together?" I said.
"Well
for one thing, the Gryffindors will have heart attacks and call me a traitor,
the Slytherins will DIE from having heart attacks but will kill you before
that, the Ravenclaws will analyze the situation and then have a heart attack,
and of course, the Hufflepuffs won't notice a thing. Then they will all be
against us and we will be the social outcasts of the school." She stated
calmly.
"Pessimistic, eh?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Hey, I'm not the one who asked." she said as she shrugged.
"What do you think the Weasleys, specifically Ron, and your friends will
do?"
"Well AFTER the exchange of juvenile name calling, Ron, being the
irrational one although I asked him to be nice, will probably take a knife and
try to kill you the muggle way, since he doesn't know the Avada Kedavra curse.
Ginny will probably survey the whole thing with interest until she gets bored
and then asks me how far I went with you. The others will hex you to death,
except Neville since he is completely clueless and wouldn't notice it."
She finished as she popped a mint into her mouth.
"Yup. Seems like the exact reaction. You should be a fortune teller." I said as I began to mock Trelawney. "Yes my dears, you will all have painful and slows deaths." I said in a singsong voice while rubbing an imaginary crystal ball. She began to laugh, throwing the mint out in the process.
"Ugh. Never in my life." She said after she had stopped laughing.
"Well, made you smile." I said while smiling that smile that made any girl melt. "It's suppertime and I'm really hungry. See you." I said as I kissed the top of her head and made my way out of infirmary, passing the stone-still Ron Weasley.
When I arrived at the Great Hall and sat at my usual seat, next to Blaize, I was engulfed by girls.
"Draco, DRACO!" said a blonde 5th year. I looked back in midst of the surprise that girls, other than Pansy and Hermione, were talking to me, to find that not only one but a swarm of girls from every house were crowding me and trying to get to me. I noticed there were even some 7th years. What can I say? I'm irresistible.
"Draco, is it true that you are going out with the Gryffindor mudblood nerd?" said a curious looking Millicent Bullstrode with a bit of parchment and a quill out.
"None of your bloody business." I said as I realized where this was going and turned back to my food.
"Well, actually, it is our business to know. We run the 'Hogwarts Inquisitor'. It has the latest in gossip on the school." She said indignantly.
"The what?" I said, turning around and remembering the Inquisitorial Squad I was in last year while Umbridge was the Headmistress. "Look, I don't care about your damn paper, nor do I care about the latest gossip in the school," I said in a girly voice trying to mock her, "so would you just go and bug somebody else?" I said, anger boiling up inside me as it has done so frequently this week.
"Have it your way. We will know anyways, we have our sources." She said as she and the other girls stomped their way out of the Great Hall with their heads held high.
"Girls." I said to myself as I returned to my food.
"So, are you going out with Hermione? Come on, you know I won't tell anybody. You're the only one I speak to anyways, besides Ginny." He said while looking back and winking at the Weaslette in the Gryffindor table.
"Well, I really don't know cause she had this incident and I had one myself and we are really just letting time tell." I said while sneaking a peek at Hermione, who had her back to me.
"Yeah, I heard all about it." He said while looking back at me.
"Bloody hell, gossip and news here travel at the speed of light." I said while I ate the last of my lasagna. "Well, I have some homework to finish. See you around." I said as I got out of my seat. As I made my way through the Slytherin table and out the hall, I received death glares from all of the Slytherin except the 1st years since they hadn't been brainwashed yet. I didn't mind, all I had in my mind right now was Hermione and that's what will always matter to me.
AN: So, what do you think? I know it doesn't have any action or anything quite interesting in it but I really don't care. Santa Claus came by my house and dropped a pewter (Yes, like Harry's first year cauldron, metal) chess set and a beautiful pair of jeans. Actually it was my parents and aunt but my little bro still believes in Santa so let's not crush his dream. (Yeah, right). MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANUKAH, KWANSAS AND ANYTHING ELSE! Enjoy the holidays people, they only come once a year and in a snap they're gone. I hope you liked this chapter and please people you know the drill, REVIEW! 'Till next chappie. Ciao, Alannah
