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Chapter 2 - So Much for the Help

Draco's P.O.V.

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'My, my, my... What's that little filth destroying now?' I asked myself, irritated by what that Granger did. She broke my wand into two fucking pieces for heaven's sake! MY WAND! MY FUCKING WAND! Roar!!! It's like worth all her things and she had the guts to break it, DELIBERATELY!

I walked towards the door while shuffling my wand into my pocket. She's going to pay, you know. Messing with me... Messing with a Malfoy.

'Oi Granger! What the hell do you think you're doing? Banging the frames aren't we?' I shouted as the opened the door. But instead of seeing a Granger, raged up, face red out of frustration or something, I saw her lying on the floor.

What the hell... What was she doing there? Is she licking the floor? That would be unhygienic, you know...

I walked a bit closer and I placed my hands on my pockets. I steadied myself a bit as I pointed my right foot to her ribs, nudging her. Of course, I wouldn't want mudblood filth all over me; I had enough already, first, my arm a while ago, then her robes, then she held my wand... Whew! This is giving me the creeps.

But even if I did nudge her, she wouldn't even react!

'Granger!!!' I said in gritted teeth as I nudged her harder after whipping my shoe with the robe. Of course it needs good care, mudblood filth is really very dangerous. Can make my shiny shoe unshiny!

That girl didn't even move. I'm getting pissed off because she wouldn't even wake up with my nudging stupidly. As much as I didn't want to, I had to wake her up, and unfortunately, with my hands.

I leaned down, gathering my robes in between my legs and squatting. Her face was towards the floor so I had to lift it up to see her. But the face didn't get my attention, the lower part did! Whoah! I didn't realize that when I turned her around, her skirt fell higher on her thigh and I might say... Whoohoo! She had killer legs!

My eyes lingered up towards her chest... Ahem... Ahem... That was another subject.

I don't understand why women call this act disrespectful and they'd call us perverts. I mean, they really should be happy because we are appreciating what they have to show. Shouldn't they be proud instead of outraged? Girls are really messed up.

I got her head with my right hand and used my left to lift her upper body closer to me. Well, guys are guys... You can't stop us from feeling a good body.

Oh wait! What the—She's a mudblood!

I immediately panicked and dropped my hold on her, setting her lose.

THUD!

'Oh crap! Oh crap!'

Shit! I just let Granger fall down on the floor and now she's going to have a lump on her head and I don't have my wand to fix it! Well, not that I care about her health or anything but if Dumbledore finds out! OH SHIT!

I had to pick her up sometime you know. So I did and walked out of Dumbledore's office. Well, after the casual glancing at her legs, I had to eventually focus on bringing her at the Hospital Wing. Turning to the corner, I felt bad luck fit me straight in my face.

Potter and the Weasel were standing over by the windowpanes. They must be waiting for Granger. Oh fuck it! Classes are over and I didn't think that they'd come back and still be waiting for Granger here...

If they see me carrying her, knocked-out unconscious, they might think that I did something to her. I mean, yeah, if I get a best friend who's respectable and all, and is a girl, Pansy doesn't count here, she's a slut, I'll surely be protective of her but not how Potter and Weasel does.

In my opinion, I think they're strangling Granger alive. If they just give her a little bit of space, she'll be the next hot chick of Hogwarts... Wait! What am I talking about? She's a mudblood. And besides, what do I care? It's fun that her life's hell.

Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway, she's a mudblood and that surely wouldn't happen... Hot chick dreams over...

BUMMER...

What the heck am I talking about? MUDBLOOD! MUDBLOOD! MERLIN!

I mentally smacked my head with my broom. Something's really wrong with me; maybe it's because of spending a lot of time with her. Not that I want to, but I have to. As they say, duty calls.

I stopped in the corner, hiding behind a wall while looking at the two. Shit! There was no way that I could pass there unnoticed. I had nothing left to do but walk through that corridor.

I walked slightly away from the wall, looking ahead. They hadn't noticed me yet...

Good thing they were so stupid.

I looked at the two and Potter caught my gaze. There goes my stupid statement... so much for it. His eyes grew furious and angered and he jutted his head towards my direction to Weasel. Weasel suddenly snapped his head towards me. The only thing lacking is the cracking sound. I mean, the snapping thing was so exaggerated.

I wasn't afraid of them you know... [ahem] They're just Gryffindors...

The duo immediately made their way towards me.

'What the fuck d'you do to Mione you bastard!' Weasel said out of his roaring anger that made his face turn so red.
'What did you do to her Malfoy?' Potter hissed as he got his wand out.
'Nothing... Now get out of my way.' I answered.

They are so irritating. Always blaming me for everything wrong that happens in this school.

Am I that bad?

I don't think so.

Well, maybe a little.

'No.' Potter gritted.
'I'm the Head Boy and you are going to do as I say.' I ordered, shifting Granger's weight.
'Don't give us that Head Boy crap, Malfoy. Now tell me what did you do to her!' Ron said, balling his hands.
'I told you that I didn't do anything. So piss off.'
'Oh yeah?' Potter started. 'Then tell me, Malfoy, where is her robe then?'
'Uh... It's in Dumbledore's office. Check if it you want to, it's by the couch.' I said, my eyes lingering to her exposed legs.
'Bastard.' Weasel said. 'Don't look at her that way.'
I looked at him, exasperated. Any guy would do that... Oh yeah, he's her 'BIG BROTHER'.

I didn't reply to his comment.

'Get out of my way, I need to get her to the Hospital Wing.'
'Why? What the fuck did you do to her?' Harry sounded distressed and angry at the same time.
'How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't do anything to her.' I said in gritted teeth.

Can't they understand what I'm saying? Are they really that stupid?

'Then what happened to her genius?' Weasel said.
'I don't know.'
'What do you mean, you don't know?'
'It means I have no idea!'
'Are you getting smart with me? I was asking why you don't know!'
'Oh...'

Shit, did I just become more stupid than Weasley a while ago? Merlin, I'm becoming an idiot like them... Maybe it's because of spending a lot of time with Crabbe and Goyle.

'We had a fight and she went outside of Dumbledore's office and she just fainted.'
'Why did you fight with her?' the angered tone of Harry voiced. His face was sending death threats to me.

Does he think he can even lay a paw of his on my robes?

'Because she slept during the meeting.'
'She never sleeps during meetings; now tell me the truth, Malfoy. Before I snap your arms into two!' Potter threatened.

Why does he and Granger have the same supposedly 'threatening' lines? They are starting to bore me.

'I am telling you the truth. Now if you two wouldn't understand anything I say, it's better if you just run along and don't bother me again.'
'No you're not!' Weasley accused.
'And what if I am?'
'And what if you're not?'
'So what's it to you Weasel?'
'Because it's Hermione we're talking about.'
'Alright... Alright... I'll tell you the truth...' I started.

The two looked at me intently. This is going to be fun...

'Granger and I fought about her...' I trailed off a bit.
'Go on... Go on...' urged the red head Gryffindor.
'Thing every night... Dumbledore told me that she was having ROUGH NIGHTS...' I said with much expression in my words. Makes it more realistic, doesn't it?
'What are you implying?' Potter asked.
'I forgot.' I said with a smirk.
'Why you little son of a---' Weasley was raising his hand to punch me but Harry stopped him.
'What the fuck do you think you're playing at?' Potter shouted.

I smirked.

'Come on... Talk before I smash your head.' threatened the Weasley.

I chuckled.

'You don't have the guts to.'

He then grunted.

'Scared that Molly would pull you out of Hogwarts?' I teased.

Weasley started huffing like a mad man. He was ready to pound anything that comes within reach. Then, he was cursing me, not the magical ones though, only by words, on how I am a bastard, selfish, egotistical, proud... All those. Potter too had joined in the shouting that Weasley was doing, and I just stared at them. The hell am I going to waste my voice to them.

Then finally, as if Merlin had heard my plea, the noise ceased. They really are hurting my eardrums you know...

'You two done? Cause if you are, I have to bring Granger to the hospital Wing.'

The faces of the two Gryffindors went to frustrated fury to a horrified look.

As I expected, the two great 'brothers' had forgotten that I was still carrying Granger and she hasn't been brought to the Wind yet. What caring, sensitive brothers they are...

'Malfoy! Why didn't you bring her there yet? Are you expecting that Madam Pomfrey would be coming to Hermione?' Potter retorted.
'How am I supposed to bring her there when you two are assaulting me with your questions and threatening to kill me?' I said.
'Oh yeah, having you two blocking my way would surely get me to the school nurse.' I added sarcastically. 'Now move aside.'

Shockingly, they did.

Maybe it was because they realized how idiotically stupid they are.

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Hermione's P.O.V.

Oh crud... I could feel myself spinning as swirls of black, silver and violet are filling my eyes. Then, sparks of red appearing one after the other. I felt the softness of the cushion and the feather pillow and the amazing sensation that the morning sun is giving to my face. I slowly opened my eyes, everything blurry.

I shaded it with my right hand, as it fixated. I closed them then opened. I saw two pairs of eyes in front of me. One was green with circular outlines and the other was a pair of slightly... What color is that? My eyes are starting to get blurry again.

'Out of the way! Out of the way!' a familiar voice said, then the pair of eyes were gone.

I felt someone tipping my chin up then liquid flowing in my throat.

'Open your eyes now.' she said.

I did as I was told and I screamed at what I saw.

'Hermione! Is there something wrong? Have you gone blind?' Ron asked as he waved his hand up and down, checking if I had lost my sight.

I calmed myself a bit before answering.

'Ron... Harry... Can you move your faces a little bit father. It isn't quite nice to see two faces directly to mine.' I said.

I mean, it really isn't. Hello?! I'm supposed to wake up with a nice sight and their faces is what I get? I mean, no offense to all the students who are die-hard fans of the two but for me, seeing their faces real close is freaky... Way freaky... They're like only 5 centimeters away!

'Oh... sorry Mione...' Harry mumbled.
'What day is it?' I asked.
'Sunday morn... about 8:30 am.' he answered.
'Oh... Sunday... Sunday?!' I practically retorted at the poor Harry.

Shit! I haven't done my 6-foot essay for potions for next week!!! SHIT! I'm slacking already!

'Why? Is there something wrong?' Ron asked.

Oh no! The brotherly method thingy... Better stay away from it.

'No... Nothing... It's just that I've been sleeping for almost two days, right?'
'Yup, you came here last Friday. Malfoy was carrying you.'
'What?!'

Oh, did he really? Butterflies... Wait! I should be angry with him. It was his entire fault! He made me raged and frustrated and... and... ugh! This is so irritating! I'm an obsessive-compulsive person, I want everything perfect. But when my problems, too much emotion and all that crap combines, I get freaked out, then I get sick and I faint... Hopefully Malfoy didn't say a word or else I'll crush him with my bare hands.

Shit... I'm getting frustrated again, too much emotion overload. Have to calm myself, before my shaking gets too obvious. Breath in... and out...

I tried to focus on what Ron was yakking about.

'Yeah... I would have smashed his face but we had to get you here.' Ron commented.
'What had happened last Friday anyway? He told us you fainted.' Harry said.
'Yes, I think I did.'

No... Please don't ask why! Please don't ask why! Because I can't lie to them, it's hard, and if I do tell the truth... they're going to panic and get too brotherly damn protective. It's not that I don't appreciate it, but it's by far too exaggerated already. And if they'd know what my problem is... No, they mustn't ask...

'Why?' Harry asked.

Oh my... The million-dollar question.

'Um...'
'If you don't know, we can just ask Madam Pomfrey.' Ron added.
'No... Uh...'

Excuses... excuses... I can't think of any!

'I'll tell you later at breakfast.'
'Oh, okay. Well in that case, we have to discuss about another thing.' told Harry.
'What?'
'Your skirt.' Ron answered.
'What about it?'
'It's too short, Hermione.' explained Harry.
'No it's not.'
'But Mione, Malfoy has been looking at your legs when he carried you. And we even think that he did something to you when you we're unconscious. We don't want that, Mione. And surely, you don't too.' Ron said in a brotherly tone.

Would Ginny be undergoing this same situation also? Well, maybe... But maybe not, she's liberated, you know. Wait, Malfoy was looking at my legs? So does that mean he thinks my legs are nice? Oh yippee... Wait! Why would I be happy? He's a freaking pervert! Grr... I shouldn't have fainted! But I can't stop myself from fainting! Too many thoughts... getting cramped in my mind... be calm... think of beautiful things. Flowers... clouds... bunnies... Malfoy... Oh wait! Malfoy?! Malfoy?! Malfoy?! Grr...

'Mione, you alright?' Harry asked.

I opened my eyes, I didn't realize I closed them.

'Oh... uh... yeah, I'm fine. Well, what if nothing did happen.'
'The point here, Mione, is we want you to be respected.' Harry added.
'All girls here has almost the same length of skirt. Wait, are you saying that I'm not well respected?'
'No, no. We're just saying that we want you to be more respected.' Harry added quickly.

This is going to be shit... Did you know that I had actually started cursing, saying bad words and all when they started to be 'brothers' to me? Just an F.Y.I.

'Hermione...'
'Harry, do you want me not to fit in?'
'You already fit in? And it doesn't mean that if you wear a longer skirt, you wouldn't fit in...'

Harry and Ron both nodded.

GRRR!!! CAN I JUST DIE? It's just a skirt and still... I have to change it.

Okay... a new one on the list. Let's count all.

1.If I must have a boyfriend, they [implying to Harry and Ron] must be able to meet him before courting me. They must pass the 'requirements' that they want which includes the ff:

-must be respectful, honest to me [and them]
-must have high grades [as if they have those]
-must be a good student [which means Malfoy doesn't fall under this category]
-must be good in chess [Ron's pathetic requirement]
-must be good in DADA [their requirement]
-must be EXCELLENT in Quidditch [Harry's pathetic requirement]
-must respect all kinds of wizards and witches [squids, purebloods, mudbloods] and must see them as equals
-mustn't be related to anything evil
-------ETC!-------

2.I must be in the dormitory [inside Gryffindor tower] by 9:00 sharp. [no exceptions]

3.I must be accompanied when going out by nights by either of the two.

4.I must tell them my activities for the day, where I'm going and all, to secure my safety. [it's as if someone's going to kidnap me]

5.EVERYTIME Malfoy disrespects, abuses, insults etc. me, they must be informed.

6.When staying at the library, they're going to take me there and fetch me again. [like I said, I'm NOT GOING TO BE KIDNAPPED!]

7.No short skirts [as of now]

What else? I couldn't remember the other ones, but I know there are a lot of them...

But one thing is for sure... The list goes on and on.

A/N: SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY... be kind... and please review... I know i updated like 2 months late or something, so please forgive me! WAAAH!!! please do review too... smiles!