When It Rains

A/N: Something real funny happened to my computer so I lost this chapter and all other chapters – never mind, I'll work something out..

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Chapter 5

        Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room, he was contemplating a letter his father had sent him that morning, it requested him to co-operate with his father's plans that would be sent in a week.

        Frowning to himself he looked around the common room, what does he want? He wondered irritably. Why did his father make him always wait to be told? Of course, when he finished reading the letter he had replied to his father, subtly trying to coax his father into giving him some hint of what was to come.

        "Oh Drakie!" a high pitched female voice squealed at him, his head snapped to where the sound was coming from, Pansy Parkinson bounded happily through the room and onto his lap. Shoving her off his lap rudely, he scowled at her.

        "Get off!" he yelled at her as she tried to replace herself on him, she pouted at him, fluttering her eyelashes. Feeling the need to wretch, he kept his cool and tried to give her the impression that if she tried to sit on his lap again then he would 'abracadabra' he off this Earth.

        Giving in, Pansy sat in the space next to Draco and smiled sickeningly at him, "bad day?" she asked.

        Looking at her with suspicion, "What do you care?"

        "Oh but I do care Drakie, I'm meant to if I'm going to be your wife – well future wife," she giggled, resisting the urge to run, he stood up and faced her.

        "Let's face this one head on shall we? Both of our families are in it for the money and politics, so dear future wife, I don't give one damn if you go kill yourself, so  stop asking me how I am, you wench." With that he walked off towards the boys dormitories.

        Pansy sighed and looked over to Millicent who shrugged stupidly at her.

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        "Hermione!" Harry shouted at the door, the portrait tutted at him.

        "She isn't here, I already told you young man," she said to Harry, who flailed his arms about uselessly. Ron, for once, stood quietly looking at the portrait.

        Turning to Harry he shook his head, "she isn't in there, even though she's probably upset, she would have answered by now – even if it was just to tell us to go away," Ron said to the black haired boy.

        Harry pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, "where do you suggest we look then?" he asked Ron.

        "I dunno, the library?" he replied with a small trace of a smile. Harry shook his head.

        "We've already checked there Ron, unless she ran into Professor Snape, oh God, Snape will kill her!" Harry said to Ron.

        "I know," he agreed, "it was still pretty cool though, running out of the potions class like that, I've still got to congratulate her on that one!"

        Harry frowned at his friend, "Ron you may find it cool, but don't you understand, she's been acting oddly, ever since Saturday, or even Friday – when she didn't show for dinner. I mean on Saturday she was totally off, we didn't even see her yesterday and well today she messed up her potion, not to mention she ran out of class because Draco Malfoy couldn't keep his big mouth shut. The Hermione we knew was stronger than that," Harry said sadly to Ron.

        "You're right, we should find her and get her to tell us what's going on in that crazy head of hers!" Ron declared, marching in the direction of the library, however Harry stood in front of him to stop him from going anywhere.

        "Not today Ron," Harry told him firmly, folding his arms, "tomorrow we ask her nicely."

        Ron paused for a moment in thought and then nodded to Harry.

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        Hermione had decided to spend the rest of the day in the kitchens with the house elves, at least they didn't ask awkward questions and they were happy to feed her. Glumly, she got up, said her goodbyes and left the kitchens.

        After thinking about what she was going to say to Professor Snape, she figured an apology would do, even if it landed her with fifty detentions and a million points from Gryffindor.

        Overall she was disgusted with her behaviour in her potions class today, there was no excuse to run out of class, and out of all the classes she could run out of, it just had to be Professor Snape's. Frowning inwardly she turned the corridor and seemed to walk into something rather tall and hard.

        She gasped in horror, remembering bumping into something unpleasant and she got up quickly, deciding to run for it. 'Again?' a voice in her head asked quietly.

        "Granger!" the cold voice shot through the silent corridor, echoing to her, finding herself frozen again she helplessly looked up into the cruel grey eyes of Draco Malfoy.

        "What do you want…Malfoy," she spat coldly at him, how she wanted to get away…she didn't care where she went…

        "What do I want?" he asked himself amusedly, "perhaps an explanation for your lack of brains today."

        "Whatever," she answered and began moving away from the son of her attacker.

        "Whatever?" he mimicked, "Whatever is the matter Granger? Scared of me?" he whispered, moving closer to where she stood.

        "N..n..no," Hermione stammered and backed away, "just, just let me go Malfoy".

        He was close, too close for Hermione's liking, she was against the wall, frozen once more. He placed one icy finger on her pale cheek and ran it down smoothly before giving her a cruel, twisted smile. Her breathing became quick, just like her heart beat and she shut her eyes waiting for the worst.

        Surprisingly he took a step back, still smiling in that horrible way, "okay Granger but only this once".

        Opening one eye, she saw him stride off in the other direction, finding her feet she ran towards her rooms, tears running down her cheeks.

A/N: Phew – that's done. Okay as you can see there's a letter from Lucius – you're going to have to wait to find out what's in it, mwahahaha!

Till next time!

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