The Virginia Weasley Intervention Part I
"Oh! Sorry! I.ah.I didn't see you.sorry." Hermione bent down to pick up the remnants of the few inkbottles she'd dropped.
"No, no.it's my fault. Really." Draco murmured in response. "Here - let me help you."
"No! Look, really, I can do it!"
"I don't mind.it was my fault."
"Seriously - it was my fault. My mess. I.I can do it, ok?"
"I don't mind helping you Herm- Granger."
"Well maybe I mind you helping me."
Ginny watched the scene in disdain. They were pathetic. Two of the most prestigious and respected members of the student body reduced to fumbling idiots over a few smashed bottles of ink. Breakfast was about to start, people would soon be walking down the corridor. If they weren't careful they'd attract a crowd.a Slytherin helping a Gryffindor was not a common occurrence in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. She watched on, wondering what would happen between them. An argument, perhaps? Or maybe a.hold on, did he just brush her hand intentionally? Must have - she dropped another bottle. Ginny decided to inspect closer.
"Honestly, I'm fine.just, just piss - I mean, I can do it. Let me be."
"There's no need to be so insolent. I was just offering. Look, you're getting it all over you're hands - I'll help you."
"I told you! I don't need you to -"
"What happened?" Ginny asked, seemingly unaware of the prior events.
"I.uh.we banged - no wait, I mean we bumped.no we, ah, we." Hermione looked for a response that didn't suggest anything unorthodox. Ginny rolled her eyes. Hermione's over-awareness of perversion only symbolised her present train of thought. "I dropped ink." Hermione finally said, point to the puddle of bleeding colours on the floor.
Draco nodded vigorously.
"Ink." He said, pointing at the puddle. Ginny looked between the two.
"Yeah.ink." She nodded sceptically. "Hermione." she turned to face her friend. Hermione looked almost nervous. God, imagine what she'd look like if she actually had something to feel guilty about. "You should go wash up."
"What?" Hermione choked. Ginny sighed quietly; that damn perverted Granger.
"Your hands." Ginny motioned towards her stained hands, red ink dripping from them.like blood on her hands. "They're covered in ink."
"Oh." Hermione looked down at her hands and genuinely looked shocked. And this is the smartest girl in the school.doesn't say a lot for the rest of us. "Oh! Oh, you're right. I'm dirty."
Draco cleared his throat awkwardly.
"I mean.I'm covered in ink. So I have to go. Yeah. Um.bye." She scooped up the rest of the bottles that were salvageable from the wreckage and ran towards Moaning Myrtles bathroom.
Ginny turned to face Draco.
"Malfoy." She muttered.
"Weasley." He nodded his greeting, ice in his eyes. Ginny was careful not to look down - after his meeting with Hermione, she didn't want to risk seeing anything. And from his unusual behaviour with her, she could have expected a Boy Scout camp.
He turned and walked away from her, leaving Ginny to contemplate with the ink puddle.
"Absum." She muttered as she flicked her wand toward the puddle and it instantly disappeared. Her footsteps faded gradually as she stalked off to the Great Hall.
*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, can you pass me the butter?" Ginny asked. She was sitting beside her at the expansive Gryffindor dining hall. Ron and Harry sat facing them, talking in hushed tones.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked again, a little louder. Hermione remained oblivious to the younger, butter-seeking girl at her side. Ginny followed her gaze and her eyes narrowed. Malfoy.
'Should've bloody known.' Malfoy was not meeting her gaze, talking to Crabbe or Goyle or whoever. Why the hell was she still looking at him with that look on her face? She had promised Ginny not to go near him. So ok, technically she wasn't, but she was looking most intently. Did that count?
Nope.
Damn it.
*~*~*~*~*
"I don't want to hear it, Goyle."
"But Blaise said that you -"
"Tell Blaise to go fuck himself. I did not touch his bloody Muggle what's-it."
"Aha! You know it's Muggle!"
"You are unbelievable sometimes, Gregory." Draco Malfoy shook his head in disdain at his minion. The damn boy was accusing him of getting rid of Zambini's 'prize'. How dare he? Ok, so he had thrown it away but that didn't give anyone the right to accuse him. And that smug look on Goyle's face was going to suffer the consequences of Draco's fist if it didn't scarper soon.
"Hey, do you think she's spying?" Goyle asked suspiciously. Draco sighed. Goyle was ever the dramatist.
"Do I think who is spying on what?"
"Her.that mudblood wrench."
"Goyle, I believe the word you're looking for is wench."
Draco's eyes followed Goyle's grubby finger (he resisted the urge to tell him it was bad manners to point). When they finally reached the 'she' in question, he almost choked on his filtered pumpkin juice.
Hermione.
She was stalking him.
No, dumbass, his younger voice helpfully chirped. It's fucking dinnertime.
Shut up he snapped at the juvenile in his head. You're too young to swear.
Hermione was staring absent-mindedly at him, a few strands of her chestnut hair falling out of its messy ponytail and obscuring her left eye. He felt, from all the reading he had done over the years, that he should be thinking of soft poetry about how it 'graced her features' and crap like that.but he didn't really go in for it.
She looked nice though.
For a mudblood. He attempted to seethe. It didn't work though. He just couldn't seethe at her after how close they'd come to.well, he didn't have to anyway. They had agreed not to see each other. They wouldn't flirt or anything. They'd just be like they had been before.
But he could still admire from a far.
"Is she spying?" Goyle brought him back to reality with an unpleasant thud.
"Fuck off Goyle, I'm busy." He snapped.
He was admiring from a far, after all.
*~*~*~*~*
Hermione was vaguely aware that she was looking at Draco. She probably shouldn't do it so openly, but to everyone else she would just look like she was in a daydream.and in a way, she was. It was so easy to get lost in him.
Those eyes, stormy and as cool as ice but somehow she'd been one of the few people in the world to see those eyes dance with mirth and warmth.
Those lips, from which so many insults had flown from, those lips that had caused pain to so many, those lips that had told her he loved her.
His eyes, his lips, his hair, his body, his butter.
His butter?
"For the last time Hermione, if it doesn't interrupt too much could you please pass the butter?"
Hermione looked at Ginny in complete and utter bewilderment.
"Butter?" she asked, her eyes narrowed as she tried to comprehend the question.
"Oh it doesn't matter." Ginny sighed as she stood up and leaned over the table to lift the much wanted spread.
"Ginny!" ermHhe Hermione scolded quietly. "Never lean over a table. That is the height of bad manners!"
"Really?" Ginny rose an eyebrow as she spread the butter on her slice of bread. She motioned blatantly to the Slytherin table. "I always thought breaking a promise was worse."
Hermione bit her tongue. Don't say anything you'll regret, Hermione.
"I haven't broken any promise."
"Yet."
"I'm not going to. I promised you." Hermione said through clenched teeth. She watched Ginny for a few minutes before finally deciding to go to class early, not trusting herself to stay calm with Ginny.
*~*~*~*~*
Ginny set down her knife and stared after Hermione. She swivelled her head and looked at Draco, who looked just as depressed and moody as Hermione. Her eyes went between the two directions for a few moments before Draco finally drowned the last of his goblet and stood up and left the hall on his own.
Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up.
She would regret this later.
*~*~*~*~*
"Draco!" Draco stopped just as he got out of the Great Hall. Who the hell was it now? He just wanted to get the hell away from here.
"Draco!" the voice called again, this time right behind him. He turned slowly and was shocked at the sight before him.
"Weasley?" he asked incredulously. She gritted her teeth.
"Don't call me that, Malfoy. I'm trying to help you."
"Help me?" he raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell, what with?"
Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling, trying to decide whether or not she should tell him.
"Look;" she started hesitantly. Sounds ominous Draco thought. The red headed girl looked behind her precariously before finally facing him. "I know you like Hermione."
Draco could have sworn he felt his jaw smack off the ground and bounce back to whack him one on the head.
"What?" he breathed. Ginny smiled slowly.
"I know you like Hermione," she said, this time more confidently. "And I know she likes you. So I'm going to help you get her back."
"No." Draco shook his head. "No, we've agreed. We're not going to do anything. So sorry, but you're wasting your -"
"Oh shut up, I know about that stupid agreement." She waved her hand dismissively.
"How much did she tell you?" he wasn't quite sure what to think - why was Hermione telling people?"
"She didn't." Draco narrowed his eyes. She waved a hand dismissively. "I heard you in the library."
"What?" he exclaimed. Ginny sighed.
"Oh stop the thespian act, Malfoy." Draco looked dejected for a minute. He was not keen on being mocked. "The important thing is, I know you like her and I know she likes you. And despite everything that I made her promise to and against everything I think, I'm going to get the two of you back together."
Draco laughed dryly. "Sorry to break it to you, but you're out of your league here, little Weasley."
"Fuck off pretty-boy." Draco shut up quickly. "I know a hell of a lot more than you think and for some unfathomable reason a very good friend of mine has fallen head over heels for you. And I'm not talking about Harry."
"Oh sweet Jesus!" Draco screamed. "Careful with the mental images!"
"Whatever. So basically, I have decided that you will talk to Hermione tonight after dinner and you will both confess undying love, la di da di da, blah blah blah, so on and so forth. Ok?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at Ginny's 'straight forward' instructions.
"You done?"
She nodded.
"Good. Because now I shall tell you what will really happen. If for some reason I'm stupid enough to say that to Hermione, I can tell you now she will throw it back into my face. She doesn't want to go out with me anymore. She said so herself."
"Don't talk crap." Ginny said cynically. "You know just as well as I do she'll be ecstatic."
Draco was silent for a moment. "The agreement."
"Draco! The agreement is bullshit!" she exclaimed.
He looked at the ornate ceiling for a minute.yes or no? Should he or shouldn't he? Yes or no? Yes or no?
"Yes?" she asked.
"Yes."
*~*~*~*~*
How dare she Hermione fumed. How dare that little brat accuse me of breaking my promise? She actually thinks that I would specifically say that I wouldn't be with Draco, and then turn around and fucking marry him. Does she not trust me at all?
It was the last class of the day, but Hermione was still angry. Ginny had no right to accuse her of.of that. Who did she think she was?
"Class is over, students." Professor Flitwick announced. "You may leave - and don't forget the essay due in for next class on -" his tiny voice was lost as the class lunged for the door as one. Hermione was pushed along into the corridor by her fellow students. She knew she should get over her anger quickly; she would certainly not gain anything by being moody to Ginny. God knew Ginny wouldn't take it kindly.
"Hermione!" Hermione looked up at the sound of her name being called from down the hallway. She saw Ginny flailing her arms trying to get her attention.
"Hi!" she panted when she'd reached the girl one year her senior. "Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry for this morning at breakfast."
Hermione rose her eyebrows. Why was Ginny apologising? She was usually so stubborn.
"Um.ok. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have walked off on you like that."
"No, no." Ginny broke in. "You were completely within your right." Hermione smiled at her sudden change of heart. "If you want to break the promise it's up to you, I don't mind."
"Well Ginny, that's very nice of -" Wait a minute. Hermione stopped dead in the hallway, causing some of the stampeding students to walk into her, much to both parties' pain and displeasure.
"The idea is to walk!" some random passer by shouted at her. Hermione didn't hear though.
"What do you mean, 'if I want to break the promise'?" she folded her arms defensively. "I wasn't breaking the promise Ginny!"
Ginny rolled her eyes and linked Hermione's arm, forcing her to carry on walking. "Yeah ok, you weren't today. But I'm just saying, if you want to, you can."
"I can't believe you, Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "Why would I lie to you? I promised you I wouldn't! And I wont!"
"Yeah, sure." Ginny answered cynically.
She has no faith in me at all.Hermione couldn't get over the lack of trust someone who she considered to be a close friend held for her.
"Anyway, you coming to dinner now?" Ginny asked jovially.
"No." Hermione stopped again. "I think I'll go lie down, I'm not feeling great." Anymore.
"NO!" Ginny screeched, grabbing her other arm. "You have to go!"
Don't trust me to be alone, do you?
"Ginny - let go. I don't want to go to dinner." Hermione tried in vain to pull away from the younger girl's grasp.
"Hermione Granger! You of all people should know you need three balanced meals a day. You are coming with me and that's final!"
My God. Hermione thought miserably as she let herself be led down the hallway to the Great Hall. She won't even let me be alone. Am I that much of a fucking man eater to her?
*~*~*~*~*
Draco waited outside the Great Hall anxiously. He kept replaying the conversation with Ginny in his head over and over again. Somehow she had managed to coax him into thinking this was a good idea.what the hell? He knew Hermione wouldn't agree anyway. She had made it fairly clear that she wouldn't see him. Right?
*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Ginny sat in silence at the Gryffindor dining table. While Ginny pushed her food nervously around her plate, Hermione made no effort to control the anger vibes radiating off her. She blatantly seethed at the younger girl and right now did not give a damn if she noticed. How dare she try to mother her? She was almost a full year younger than her!
"Right." Ginny said amiably as she finally retired from playing with her food. She stood up and looked around her, eyes landing on the Slytherin table. She let her eyes wander the length of the table before nodding. Making sure Draco's not there? Hermione thought bitterly.
"Right," she repeated. Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her up, much to her disapproval. "Let's go."
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"Oh! Sorry! I.ah.I didn't see you.sorry." Hermione bent down to pick up the remnants of the few inkbottles she'd dropped.
"No, no.it's my fault. Really." Draco murmured in response. "Here - let me help you."
"No! Look, really, I can do it!"
"I don't mind.it was my fault."
"Seriously - it was my fault. My mess. I.I can do it, ok?"
"I don't mind helping you Herm- Granger."
"Well maybe I mind you helping me."
Ginny watched the scene in disdain. They were pathetic. Two of the most prestigious and respected members of the student body reduced to fumbling idiots over a few smashed bottles of ink. Breakfast was about to start, people would soon be walking down the corridor. If they weren't careful they'd attract a crowd.a Slytherin helping a Gryffindor was not a common occurrence in Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. She watched on, wondering what would happen between them. An argument, perhaps? Or maybe a.hold on, did he just brush her hand intentionally? Must have - she dropped another bottle. Ginny decided to inspect closer.
"Honestly, I'm fine.just, just piss - I mean, I can do it. Let me be."
"There's no need to be so insolent. I was just offering. Look, you're getting it all over you're hands - I'll help you."
"I told you! I don't need you to -"
"What happened?" Ginny asked, seemingly unaware of the prior events.
"I.uh.we banged - no wait, I mean we bumped.no we, ah, we." Hermione looked for a response that didn't suggest anything unorthodox. Ginny rolled her eyes. Hermione's over-awareness of perversion only symbolised her present train of thought. "I dropped ink." Hermione finally said, point to the puddle of bleeding colours on the floor.
Draco nodded vigorously.
"Ink." He said, pointing at the puddle. Ginny looked between the two.
"Yeah.ink." She nodded sceptically. "Hermione." she turned to face her friend. Hermione looked almost nervous. God, imagine what she'd look like if she actually had something to feel guilty about. "You should go wash up."
"What?" Hermione choked. Ginny sighed quietly; that damn perverted Granger.
"Your hands." Ginny motioned towards her stained hands, red ink dripping from them.like blood on her hands. "They're covered in ink."
"Oh." Hermione looked down at her hands and genuinely looked shocked. And this is the smartest girl in the school.doesn't say a lot for the rest of us. "Oh! Oh, you're right. I'm dirty."
Draco cleared his throat awkwardly.
"I mean.I'm covered in ink. So I have to go. Yeah. Um.bye." She scooped up the rest of the bottles that were salvageable from the wreckage and ran towards Moaning Myrtles bathroom.
Ginny turned to face Draco.
"Malfoy." She muttered.
"Weasley." He nodded his greeting, ice in his eyes. Ginny was careful not to look down - after his meeting with Hermione, she didn't want to risk seeing anything. And from his unusual behaviour with her, she could have expected a Boy Scout camp.
He turned and walked away from her, leaving Ginny to contemplate with the ink puddle.
"Absum." She muttered as she flicked her wand toward the puddle and it instantly disappeared. Her footsteps faded gradually as she stalked off to the Great Hall.
*~*~*~*~*
"Hermione, can you pass me the butter?" Ginny asked. She was sitting beside her at the expansive Gryffindor dining hall. Ron and Harry sat facing them, talking in hushed tones.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked again, a little louder. Hermione remained oblivious to the younger, butter-seeking girl at her side. Ginny followed her gaze and her eyes narrowed. Malfoy.
'Should've bloody known.' Malfoy was not meeting her gaze, talking to Crabbe or Goyle or whoever. Why the hell was she still looking at him with that look on her face? She had promised Ginny not to go near him. So ok, technically she wasn't, but she was looking most intently. Did that count?
Nope.
Damn it.
*~*~*~*~*
"I don't want to hear it, Goyle."
"But Blaise said that you -"
"Tell Blaise to go fuck himself. I did not touch his bloody Muggle what's-it."
"Aha! You know it's Muggle!"
"You are unbelievable sometimes, Gregory." Draco Malfoy shook his head in disdain at his minion. The damn boy was accusing him of getting rid of Zambini's 'prize'. How dare he? Ok, so he had thrown it away but that didn't give anyone the right to accuse him. And that smug look on Goyle's face was going to suffer the consequences of Draco's fist if it didn't scarper soon.
"Hey, do you think she's spying?" Goyle asked suspiciously. Draco sighed. Goyle was ever the dramatist.
"Do I think who is spying on what?"
"Her.that mudblood wrench."
"Goyle, I believe the word you're looking for is wench."
Draco's eyes followed Goyle's grubby finger (he resisted the urge to tell him it was bad manners to point). When they finally reached the 'she' in question, he almost choked on his filtered pumpkin juice.
Hermione.
She was stalking him.
No, dumbass, his younger voice helpfully chirped. It's fucking dinnertime.
Shut up he snapped at the juvenile in his head. You're too young to swear.
Hermione was staring absent-mindedly at him, a few strands of her chestnut hair falling out of its messy ponytail and obscuring her left eye. He felt, from all the reading he had done over the years, that he should be thinking of soft poetry about how it 'graced her features' and crap like that.but he didn't really go in for it.
She looked nice though.
For a mudblood. He attempted to seethe. It didn't work though. He just couldn't seethe at her after how close they'd come to.well, he didn't have to anyway. They had agreed not to see each other. They wouldn't flirt or anything. They'd just be like they had been before.
But he could still admire from a far.
"Is she spying?" Goyle brought him back to reality with an unpleasant thud.
"Fuck off Goyle, I'm busy." He snapped.
He was admiring from a far, after all.
*~*~*~*~*
Hermione was vaguely aware that she was looking at Draco. She probably shouldn't do it so openly, but to everyone else she would just look like she was in a daydream.and in a way, she was. It was so easy to get lost in him.
Those eyes, stormy and as cool as ice but somehow she'd been one of the few people in the world to see those eyes dance with mirth and warmth.
Those lips, from which so many insults had flown from, those lips that had caused pain to so many, those lips that had told her he loved her.
His eyes, his lips, his hair, his body, his butter.
His butter?
"For the last time Hermione, if it doesn't interrupt too much could you please pass the butter?"
Hermione looked at Ginny in complete and utter bewilderment.
"Butter?" she asked, her eyes narrowed as she tried to comprehend the question.
"Oh it doesn't matter." Ginny sighed as she stood up and leaned over the table to lift the much wanted spread.
"Ginny!" ermHhe Hermione scolded quietly. "Never lean over a table. That is the height of bad manners!"
"Really?" Ginny rose an eyebrow as she spread the butter on her slice of bread. She motioned blatantly to the Slytherin table. "I always thought breaking a promise was worse."
Hermione bit her tongue. Don't say anything you'll regret, Hermione.
"I haven't broken any promise."
"Yet."
"I'm not going to. I promised you." Hermione said through clenched teeth. She watched Ginny for a few minutes before finally deciding to go to class early, not trusting herself to stay calm with Ginny.
*~*~*~*~*
Ginny set down her knife and stared after Hermione. She swivelled her head and looked at Draco, who looked just as depressed and moody as Hermione. Her eyes went between the two directions for a few moments before Draco finally drowned the last of his goblet and stood up and left the hall on his own.
Ginny rolled her eyes and stood up.
She would regret this later.
*~*~*~*~*
"Draco!" Draco stopped just as he got out of the Great Hall. Who the hell was it now? He just wanted to get the hell away from here.
"Draco!" the voice called again, this time right behind him. He turned slowly and was shocked at the sight before him.
"Weasley?" he asked incredulously. She gritted her teeth.
"Don't call me that, Malfoy. I'm trying to help you."
"Help me?" he raised an eyebrow. "Pray tell, what with?"
Ginny rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling, trying to decide whether or not she should tell him.
"Look;" she started hesitantly. Sounds ominous Draco thought. The red headed girl looked behind her precariously before finally facing him. "I know you like Hermione."
Draco could have sworn he felt his jaw smack off the ground and bounce back to whack him one on the head.
"What?" he breathed. Ginny smiled slowly.
"I know you like Hermione," she said, this time more confidently. "And I know she likes you. So I'm going to help you get her back."
"No." Draco shook his head. "No, we've agreed. We're not going to do anything. So sorry, but you're wasting your -"
"Oh shut up, I know about that stupid agreement." She waved her hand dismissively.
"How much did she tell you?" he wasn't quite sure what to think - why was Hermione telling people?"
"She didn't." Draco narrowed his eyes. She waved a hand dismissively. "I heard you in the library."
"What?" he exclaimed. Ginny sighed.
"Oh stop the thespian act, Malfoy." Draco looked dejected for a minute. He was not keen on being mocked. "The important thing is, I know you like her and I know she likes you. And despite everything that I made her promise to and against everything I think, I'm going to get the two of you back together."
Draco laughed dryly. "Sorry to break it to you, but you're out of your league here, little Weasley."
"Fuck off pretty-boy." Draco shut up quickly. "I know a hell of a lot more than you think and for some unfathomable reason a very good friend of mine has fallen head over heels for you. And I'm not talking about Harry."
"Oh sweet Jesus!" Draco screamed. "Careful with the mental images!"
"Whatever. So basically, I have decided that you will talk to Hermione tonight after dinner and you will both confess undying love, la di da di da, blah blah blah, so on and so forth. Ok?"
Draco raised an eyebrow at Ginny's 'straight forward' instructions.
"You done?"
She nodded.
"Good. Because now I shall tell you what will really happen. If for some reason I'm stupid enough to say that to Hermione, I can tell you now she will throw it back into my face. She doesn't want to go out with me anymore. She said so herself."
"Don't talk crap." Ginny said cynically. "You know just as well as I do she'll be ecstatic."
Draco was silent for a moment. "The agreement."
"Draco! The agreement is bullshit!" she exclaimed.
He looked at the ornate ceiling for a minute.yes or no? Should he or shouldn't he? Yes or no? Yes or no?
"Yes?" she asked.
"Yes."
*~*~*~*~*
How dare she Hermione fumed. How dare that little brat accuse me of breaking my promise? She actually thinks that I would specifically say that I wouldn't be with Draco, and then turn around and fucking marry him. Does she not trust me at all?
It was the last class of the day, but Hermione was still angry. Ginny had no right to accuse her of.of that. Who did she think she was?
"Class is over, students." Professor Flitwick announced. "You may leave - and don't forget the essay due in for next class on -" his tiny voice was lost as the class lunged for the door as one. Hermione was pushed along into the corridor by her fellow students. She knew she should get over her anger quickly; she would certainly not gain anything by being moody to Ginny. God knew Ginny wouldn't take it kindly.
"Hermione!" Hermione looked up at the sound of her name being called from down the hallway. She saw Ginny flailing her arms trying to get her attention.
"Hi!" she panted when she'd reached the girl one year her senior. "Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry for this morning at breakfast."
Hermione rose her eyebrows. Why was Ginny apologising? She was usually so stubborn.
"Um.ok. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have walked off on you like that."
"No, no." Ginny broke in. "You were completely within your right." Hermione smiled at her sudden change of heart. "If you want to break the promise it's up to you, I don't mind."
"Well Ginny, that's very nice of -" Wait a minute. Hermione stopped dead in the hallway, causing some of the stampeding students to walk into her, much to both parties' pain and displeasure.
"The idea is to walk!" some random passer by shouted at her. Hermione didn't hear though.
"What do you mean, 'if I want to break the promise'?" she folded her arms defensively. "I wasn't breaking the promise Ginny!"
Ginny rolled her eyes and linked Hermione's arm, forcing her to carry on walking. "Yeah ok, you weren't today. But I'm just saying, if you want to, you can."
"I can't believe you, Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "Why would I lie to you? I promised you I wouldn't! And I wont!"
"Yeah, sure." Ginny answered cynically.
She has no faith in me at all.Hermione couldn't get over the lack of trust someone who she considered to be a close friend held for her.
"Anyway, you coming to dinner now?" Ginny asked jovially.
"No." Hermione stopped again. "I think I'll go lie down, I'm not feeling great." Anymore.
"NO!" Ginny screeched, grabbing her other arm. "You have to go!"
Don't trust me to be alone, do you?
"Ginny - let go. I don't want to go to dinner." Hermione tried in vain to pull away from the younger girl's grasp.
"Hermione Granger! You of all people should know you need three balanced meals a day. You are coming with me and that's final!"
My God. Hermione thought miserably as she let herself be led down the hallway to the Great Hall. She won't even let me be alone. Am I that much of a fucking man eater to her?
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Draco waited outside the Great Hall anxiously. He kept replaying the conversation with Ginny in his head over and over again. Somehow she had managed to coax him into thinking this was a good idea.what the hell? He knew Hermione wouldn't agree anyway. She had made it fairly clear that she wouldn't see him. Right?
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Hermione and Ginny sat in silence at the Gryffindor dining table. While Ginny pushed her food nervously around her plate, Hermione made no effort to control the anger vibes radiating off her. She blatantly seethed at the younger girl and right now did not give a damn if she noticed. How dare she try to mother her? She was almost a full year younger than her!
"Right." Ginny said amiably as she finally retired from playing with her food. She stood up and looked around her, eyes landing on the Slytherin table. She let her eyes wander the length of the table before nodding. Making sure Draco's not there? Hermione thought bitterly.
"Right," she repeated. Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her up, much to her disapproval. "Let's go."
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Hello again faithful reviewers. Sorry doesn't begin to cover it, does it? It's been 2 months and 7 days since I updated. I know. It's appalling. But on the positive side, I have the next chapter written! It was originally one chapter but it was about 22 pages long so I decided to chop it in half (hence the part 1 in the title). I hope you liked this chapter and the next chapter is angsty fluff galore. Blech. I just finished writing it and now I'm exhausted hehe. We're sort of reaching the climax here.
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