Thanks for my reviews! If this chapter seems violent, it's because I'm really mad that I can't check my e-mail from my g-parent's house. (Which is where I am now.) And just in case it is, I'd like to say sorry to anyone who gets hurt in this chapter.
Ron: Oh that's a wonderful sentence you put there. "..anyone who gets hurt.." It'll probably be me!
Harry: Ron, if you don't shut it, then I think she will get you hurt on purpose.
Hermione: Oh, come on, you two! We have to get back to the story or she'll leave us out!
Ron: Fine, we're coming. But just because we came quietly, doesn't mean-
Harry and Hermione: Shut it, Ron!!
(AN: Sorry I did that for anyone who thinks I'm copying everybody else's, but I just love those!)
Chapter 7
Down the Corridor
A week passed by, and Draco had fully recovered and was now going to his daily classes. (AN: See, Meg?)
Of course, during that time, Pansy and her group of Slytherin girls were worrying about Draco. When Draco had visited his common room at the Slytherin dungeons, Pansy had ran over and clamped her hands around his neck, fakely sobbing, of course. Even though he had decided to be a little bit nicer to the population of Hogwarts, didn't mean that that included the Slytherin part. After throwing Pansy off of him, he strutted across the room to some of his friends sitting in the plush green armchairs by the fire. He plopped himself down and surveyed the room. All seems to be in order. I looked to my left and was startled to see an opened-mouthed Goyle staring at me. I went back to my regular sitting position, which I was so abruptly scared 4 feet out of.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"I just thought you should know the changes that's been going on." He took a huge breath, in which I thought he'd suck the common room and its contents, inside of his mouth whole. "You know, Blaise."
"Yes, of course I know Blaise. What about him?" I said quickly, hoping it would make him spit it out faster. It didn't.
"Since you were made Prefect and you haven't been around here for a while, he's taken up your job." Goyle said in a low monotone.
"What do you mean my job?" I said, very curious as to what Blaise was doing.
"He's been around calling everyone mudbloods and saying he's filling in for you since you have important duties and such."
"How long has he been doing this?"
"Ever since you got a new room. He's been out nights and insults them in classes. Every chance he gets." He said slowly, still in a low monotone.
I looked around the room and noticed Blaise wasn't there. How could I have missed him? I decided to go look for him and chat with him about this "changing of jobs" thing. I didn't even bother to say anything to Crabbe and Goyle, since they were taking turns hitting each other and laughing stupidly after. As I closed the portrait, I was sure I could hear Pansy's shriek of a voice calling me back. All my comments about her could be simplified into one word: "Ew!" I walked down the corridor. I noticed it was half way into lunch break, so I passed the Great Hall on my search for Blaise. I looked in and noticed he wasn't there. Neither was the "Dream Team." I walked briskly down a corridor to my left and slammed into two people, which made us all fall to the floor. It was the dream team, but Hermione was not with them.
"Have you seen Hermione?" Potter and Weasley asked me. They appeared out of breathe as if they had run around the whole castle looking for her.
"No, but I was just looking fo-" Draco stopped abruptly.
It was before lunch break and I was just on my way to the Great Hall to meet Harry and Ron, when I suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, no!" Hermione shrieked, "I forgot my Arithmancy book in the library!" I ran down the halls to get to the library, on account I wanted to get to lunch because I was starving, and the library would soon close, since Ms. Pince was probably hungry, too. I finally got there to find a "Closed for lunch" sign on the doors. I looked in the tiny windows and saw my Arithmancy book on one of the study tables. I'd have to run back before lunch ended, since Arithmancy was my next subject. I took one of my known short cuts to the Great Hall, while glancing at my charmed watch. "12:15 p.m." it read. I walked a little bit faster. But then I heard sounds from up the corridor. I walked closer, slower now, not to be noticed. The sounds seemed to be coming from around the corner. Oh great. I'm going to be late for lunch or get no lunch, on account of a love encounter in one of the deserted hallways. And the Great Hall's just around the corner, too. Maybe I should write them up? But as I stepped closer, I knew at once it wasn't a love encounter. I leaped out from behind the corner.
"STOP IT! I'LL TELL A PROFESSOR ON YOU! STOP, PLEASE! THAT HURTS!" Colin Creavey was being pinned to the wall 3 feet in the air by his collar by none other than…
"Blaise Zabini." I said icily. He dropped Colin on the ground and advanced toward Hermione. She stepped back until she knew she was a few inches from the wall.
"Oh, look here. It's the mudblood, as known as Granger. So, what do you think you're doing stopping my fun like that?" He looked back at the badly bruised Colin on the floor. Colin winced.
"Colin, go to lunch!" Hermione said in a calm but loud voice, never taking her eyes off of Blaise. The only sound in the hallway was Colin gathering his bag and his fallen books from when he was punched, and then running footsteps up the corridor. And then it was silent.
"You may have saved your little friend, but there's no way of saving yourself, now." Blaise made to punch at her, but Hermione dodged him and shot a spell that grazed his left ear. He made for her again, but Hermione's dodging put her against the wall again. Blaise caught her by the neck and wrapped his hand around it, squeezing tighter every second. Hermione tried to get his grip, but Blaise was too strong. Hermione could barely breath and Blaise was smiling nastily at her. (AN: I was going to put a cliffer here, but I hate those when I read stories, so I won't on this one. You're lucky I'm nice.)
"This is where you die, and I will watch you do-" Blaise stopped since he was slammed against the wall by something hard, flat and brown. Blaise flung to the right and bounced off the wall, which left him in a heap unconscious. Hermione kneeled to the floor gasping for breath. She looked up to see Draco and his tiny briefcase, which held all his shrunken books. He went over to Blaise since there was no room around Hermione. She had been smothered in hugs and "are you alright's" She looked over Ron's shoulder to see Draco stering at her and then to the moving form of Blaise. Her eyes went wide and Draco, still not looking at him, hit Blaise right smack in the face with his briefcase. Blaise shrunk to the floor again and Draco smiled at the limp figure to his left.
This is the end of this chapter. I'm not going to put it in the next chapter, but for anyone wondering, Hermione was in time for lunch, hence the choking and almost dying part of the day. Lol. R&R!