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Chapter 3 Pureblood?
Hermione gradually made her way to the Great hall and sat down with Lavender, Pavarti, and Neville. Neville was busy staring at the Ravenclaw table while Lavender and Pavarti were gossiping about someone or other. Hermione felt utterly alone.
"Welcome back for another year." Cheers from at least three of the tables greeted Dumbledore's voice. "Now, on with the sorting!"
McGonagall walked in with the sorting hat, three-legged stool, and a trail of nervous looking first years. She placed the stool down and began calling names. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor... She finally came to the last name. "Slytherin!"
The hall burst into applause as the last student scurried to the Slytherin table. Dumbledore began his usual speech about rules and such and ended with, "Let the feast begin."
With the clap of his hands, food appeared on the tables and students hungrily dove in. Hermione picked at her food and stole a look at Harry and Ron. They were laughing and Harry's arm was draped around Ginny. Hermione looked away as tears sprung to her eyes. She could tell Harry, talk to him, but it would be embarrassing.
"Hermione, shouldn't you be sitting with Ron?" Lavender asked as though she suddenly noticed her. Hermione shook her head feeling as though her voice would betray her.
"Did you guys break up?" Pavarti joined in. Hermione nodded and a look of pain crossed her face as memories flashed through her mind.
"Do you have your schedule yet?" Neville asked coming out of his dream world long enough to change the subject. Hermione shot him a look of thanks and promised herself she would repay him somehow.
"No." Lavender and Pavarti replied together and started gossiping again. Hermione smiled at Neville but he was already Ravenclaw gazing again. She shook her head and suddenly her food was interesting again. She snuck a glance at the Slytherin table and found blue/gray eyes staring back at her.
'I have to talk to him.' The thought went as quickly as it came. She almost startled herself. Draco raised an eyebrow at her surprised expression. Hermione blushed deeply but didn't look away.
"Now, I believe we are finished." With a clap, the food disappeared. Hermione reluctantly tore her eyes away from Draco and looked at Dumbledore. "I need the prefects to lead their houses upstairs, then come back down."
Hermione led the students upstairs with Ron. Then, ran back to the Great Hall before Ron could try to talk to her. Hermione walked in to find Draco talking to Dumbledore.
'When did he become Draco?' she thought suddenly. She turned to each one as she greeted them, "Professor, um, Draco."
"Hermione." Draco replied softly.
"Miss Granger." Dumbledore bowed his head slightly and smiled warmly at her.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted as he ran into the Great Hall. Hermione's face grew cold and doleful. "I was wondering if I could talk to you?"
"No." Hermione replied tersely.
"But-" Ron was cut off by Draco, "I think she already gave her reply, Weasley."
"Who asked you Malfoy?" Ron got into a fighting stance. After a few moments of staring, a mischievous smiled appeared on his face, "Although, I suppose stuck-up purebloods stick together."
Hermione glared at Ron with fear and anger in her eyes. Draco looked stunned, "Pureblood?"
"Ron, how dare you even talk to me!" Hermione shouted, finally, ready to let him have it. "After what you did to me and what you said, you don't even deserve a second glance from me. I don't deserve to be treated like trash by the likes of you, or anybody else for that matter." She walked away with her head held high.
Draco followed after Hermione; his face hid all of the thoughts and emotions that were running through him. He grabbed her arm halfway down the corridor and spun her around. She faced him with shimmering eyes; she was ready to cry by kept a straight face. "What was that about?"
Hermione bit her lip, "Something happened this summer."
"Obviously..." Draco mumbled and Hermione glared at him.
"Have you ever heard of the Cartiers'?"
"Of course," Draco began, "the Cartiers' are a family almost as powerful and richer than the Malfoys' I've met Martin Cartier. Why?"
"I met Martin this summer," she paused to smile, "and he told me some interesting things that I prefer not to go into in the middle of the hall."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Where can we...talk?"
"Um, the library, at ten." Draco agreed and stepped towards her. She stepped back and leaned against the wall. Draco smirked and closed the distance placing his body against hers. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Draco's hungry mouth. She returned the kiss and allowed him to deepen it. His hands were all over her and she didn't attempt to stop him.
"Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy!" A deep voice shouted down the hall. They broke apart and looked towards Snape while catching their breath.
Chapter 3 Pureblood?
Hermione gradually made her way to the Great hall and sat down with Lavender, Pavarti, and Neville. Neville was busy staring at the Ravenclaw table while Lavender and Pavarti were gossiping about someone or other. Hermione felt utterly alone.
"Welcome back for another year." Cheers from at least three of the tables greeted Dumbledore's voice. "Now, on with the sorting!"
McGonagall walked in with the sorting hat, three-legged stool, and a trail of nervous looking first years. She placed the stool down and began calling names. Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor... She finally came to the last name. "Slytherin!"
The hall burst into applause as the last student scurried to the Slytherin table. Dumbledore began his usual speech about rules and such and ended with, "Let the feast begin."
With the clap of his hands, food appeared on the tables and students hungrily dove in. Hermione picked at her food and stole a look at Harry and Ron. They were laughing and Harry's arm was draped around Ginny. Hermione looked away as tears sprung to her eyes. She could tell Harry, talk to him, but it would be embarrassing.
"Hermione, shouldn't you be sitting with Ron?" Lavender asked as though she suddenly noticed her. Hermione shook her head feeling as though her voice would betray her.
"Did you guys break up?" Pavarti joined in. Hermione nodded and a look of pain crossed her face as memories flashed through her mind.
"Do you have your schedule yet?" Neville asked coming out of his dream world long enough to change the subject. Hermione shot him a look of thanks and promised herself she would repay him somehow.
"No." Lavender and Pavarti replied together and started gossiping again. Hermione smiled at Neville but he was already Ravenclaw gazing again. She shook her head and suddenly her food was interesting again. She snuck a glance at the Slytherin table and found blue/gray eyes staring back at her.
'I have to talk to him.' The thought went as quickly as it came. She almost startled herself. Draco raised an eyebrow at her surprised expression. Hermione blushed deeply but didn't look away.
"Now, I believe we are finished." With a clap, the food disappeared. Hermione reluctantly tore her eyes away from Draco and looked at Dumbledore. "I need the prefects to lead their houses upstairs, then come back down."
Hermione led the students upstairs with Ron. Then, ran back to the Great Hall before Ron could try to talk to her. Hermione walked in to find Draco talking to Dumbledore.
'When did he become Draco?' she thought suddenly. She turned to each one as she greeted them, "Professor, um, Draco."
"Hermione." Draco replied softly.
"Miss Granger." Dumbledore bowed his head slightly and smiled warmly at her.
"Hermione!" Ron shouted as he ran into the Great Hall. Hermione's face grew cold and doleful. "I was wondering if I could talk to you?"
"No." Hermione replied tersely.
"But-" Ron was cut off by Draco, "I think she already gave her reply, Weasley."
"Who asked you Malfoy?" Ron got into a fighting stance. After a few moments of staring, a mischievous smiled appeared on his face, "Although, I suppose stuck-up purebloods stick together."
Hermione glared at Ron with fear and anger in her eyes. Draco looked stunned, "Pureblood?"
"Ron, how dare you even talk to me!" Hermione shouted, finally, ready to let him have it. "After what you did to me and what you said, you don't even deserve a second glance from me. I don't deserve to be treated like trash by the likes of you, or anybody else for that matter." She walked away with her head held high.
Draco followed after Hermione; his face hid all of the thoughts and emotions that were running through him. He grabbed her arm halfway down the corridor and spun her around. She faced him with shimmering eyes; she was ready to cry by kept a straight face. "What was that about?"
Hermione bit her lip, "Something happened this summer."
"Obviously..." Draco mumbled and Hermione glared at him.
"Have you ever heard of the Cartiers'?"
"Of course," Draco began, "the Cartiers' are a family almost as powerful and richer than the Malfoys' I've met Martin Cartier. Why?"
"I met Martin this summer," she paused to smile, "and he told me some interesting things that I prefer not to go into in the middle of the hall."
Draco raised an eyebrow, "Where can we...talk?"
"Um, the library, at ten." Draco agreed and stepped towards her. She stepped back and leaned against the wall. Draco smirked and closed the distance placing his body against hers. Hermione opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Draco's hungry mouth. She returned the kiss and allowed him to deepen it. His hands were all over her and she didn't attempt to stop him.
"Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy!" A deep voice shouted down the hall. They broke apart and looked towards Snape while catching their breath.