Chapter Four

Hermione woke up the next day with a smile on her face. She felt very happy. She quickly dressed and entered the Gryffindor common room through the secret door beside her closet.

"Hey Hermione!" Harry greeted.

"Hey Mione!" Ron said.

"Hey both of you! Where's Ginny?"

"Dunno… let's go! I'm starving!" Ron took Hermione's hand and ran to the Great Hall.

She felt better than ever. She was talking to her best friends and they were having so much fun! They even planned a trip to Hogsmeade. She looked towards the Slytherin table and saw Draco. She smiled and he gave a small smile back. She was having the time of her life!

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Back at the Slytherin table Draco felt like he could murder Parkinson. How dare she even suggest that he was having an affair with Hermione. He only wanted to help her… or did he?

A voice cut through his thoughts.

"Uuuh Draco?" Crabbe called.

"What?" he snapped.

"Its time for potions."

"The hell it is!" Draco said as he stormed out of the Great Hall.

He arrived at potions two minutes late and received glares from the Gryffindor's side. Snape never took points off a Slytherin for being late. He did the only thing he felt normal to him. He glared right back.

"Ten points off Gryffindor for not listening!"

"What?" Ron started protesting.

"Detention Weasley!" Snape said in a monotone voice.

Draco smirked. He loved getting Potty and Weasel into trouble.

"Now" Snape said "You are to work on a removal potion. It is self-explanatory. It removes everything from stains, scars, and wounds just to name a few. You will be working in pairs, which I will pick. Weasley with Goyle, Lavender with Crabbe, Granger and Parkinson, Malfoy with Potter…" he continued with the list until the last person was called. "You better hurry. The potion is due today. Points will be taken from late potions." Snape finished.

They quickly assembled into pairs and started to work. Hermione was chopping the rat's tail when Pansy grabbed her arm. She winced as Pans had a death grip on her arm. She let out a soft moan, which caught Potter and Malfoy's attention. Seeing Hermione in pain, Harry was ready to skin Parkinson alive and Draco's self-control seemed to be growing less and less. Pansy paid no attention to this.

"Stay the fuck away from my Draco" Pansy hissed. "He's mine"

Hermione was speechless. Her arm throbbed and the pain was too much to bear.

"We are destined to be together and I don't want that ruined." Pansy continued

Hermione's blood turned cold.

"What do you mean?" she managed to choke out.

"Draco and I are destined to rule with the Dark Lord by our side. We will be great you know." replied Pansy in a haughty tone.

Hermione paled. She started rubbing her arm when she noticed that a bruise formed. She turned around and saw Draco and Harry throwing death glares at Pansy. She quickly finished the potion and raced out of the dungeon. She needed some air.