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although I'm going to go see movies numbers three and four, and have read
all the books tons of times, I still can't figure out why anyone would want
to own anything HP affiliated, then again I do so I'll shut up now and you
can go on to the story.
Muggle Studies Part One
"What do you mean 'Not everyone doesn't know'?" Draco asked Hermione. He didn't like not knowing something and her hiding something from him when he thought he knew her was just pissing him off.
"Well...you see, it's...complicated, and...I would rather..." Hermione started blabbering.
"You would rather what? Run from the world over something that people probably have the right to know. Hide from everyone so that no one knows the true you. Not give a bloody damn about people just because you don't want to be caught up in something. But you inevitably only fuck up yourself more than need be. Hermione is that really what you want for yourself? Do you really want people to know that you're hiding something but no one knows what-there will be so many rumors going around that your head will spin!" Draco stopped, exhausted and enthralled at the same time.
Hermione just stared blankly at him, but inside she was mounting with anger. 'Who is he to tell me how to run my life? Who does he think he is! He doesn't know me; he doesn't know anything about me. Why the fuck should he care?' Hermione thought bitterly. "Just because you fucked up your bloody life doesn't mean you can tell me how to not do the same to mine." She hissed dangerously at Draco, "You know absolutely nothing about who I am or how my life is, and you think that, after years of antagonizing me and my friends, that I'll just drop everything and become one of yours'! Well let me tell you something, Draco Lucifer Malfoy: I do not want anything to do with the likes of you and I never in my life will! So you can bloody well fuck off, open the door, and promptly forget that I ever spoke to you in the first place!"
By the time that Hermione had finished talking, Draco was wide-eyed at the fact that she could speak so malevolently and demonically. He was entranced in the fact that she could do so, and he didn't know weather to applaud her and be proud or be scared of how evil she sounded. 'It reminds me of the time I had to speak face to face to Voldermort, stupid repugnant arse. He actually thought that at eight I wouldn't be able to tell he was bluffing on weather I joined or not. Gods I hate that...thing.' Draco chuckled quietly to himself, but, obviously, not quietly enough for Hermione heard him.
"You stupid, maniacal, arse!" Hermione punched him in the stomach and slammed open the door, practically running out of the dorm, common room, and up to the Gryffindor tower.
Draco was left clutching his stomach, wondering how the hell she could have gotten the door open with the charm he'd used on it. "I need to remember all this," he said, went over to his mahogany desk, and took out his journal to start writing down the days' events.
"Say, where do you think Hermione was for so long last night?" Lavender asked Padma.
"Maybe she was with Malfoy." Padma answered.
"No, seriously 'Ma, where do you think she was?" Lavender questioned.
"Well, like I said, maybe she was with Draco. Harry and Ron came in after dinner last night saying how 'she shouldn't willingly be in the company of the Death Eater prat' and blah, blah, blah. He is hot, and Hermione did change quite a bit over the summer holidays. Maybe Draco wanted new blood; god knows he's a great lay." Padma replied.
"Well, yeah, he is a great lay, but with Hermione? Fat chance, she may have changed but he wouldn't go for mud-and besides, Draco likes two at time. We both know that!" At that, the girls broke into giggles and looked over at Hermiones' bed, making sure there was no sign of movement, and hoping against hope that she was asleep and hadn't heard them.
While the girls were talking, Hermione lay still, listening to them speak. 'Sluts. That's all they are, since third year, that's all they have been.' Hermione thought. Yes, she was with Malfoy. No, she didn't sleep with him; nor did she plan to. And yes, she was disgusted to find out that Malfoy would sleep with either of them, let alone both at the same time. The number of boys at the school they had screwed would probably equal the amount of times Snape took Gryffindor house points.
Deciding to get up and take a shower, Hermione made a few "morning wake up" grumbles and yawns, stretched, and got out of bed. "'Morning, what's up?" she asked Padma and Lavender, knowing, full well they would lie and say nothing.
"Oh-not much, just getting ready for a day in Hogsmeade." Padma replied a bit too quickly. Being the ever-wanting-to-know-all that she was Lavender spoke up, trying to cover up the apparent lie,
"So-where were you last night, Hermione? You didn't get in until late, Harry and Ron were looking for you." Of course, this was a lie, which Hermione knew because she knew that they knew she went off with Malfoy.
"Oh, were they? I thought they knew I went with Draco last night to his dorm, he wanted to show me something, but we ended up too busy with other...things, for him to show me what it was. I finally departed around eleven and was so famished I went straight to sleep." Hermione knew that the girls would automatically think that she and Malfoy had had sex, well, phrase a sentence about doing anything like that and many people would think of sex right off. But technically, Hermione wasn't lying. They had gone to his dorm so he could change, and they ended up being to busy fighting to go for their walk.
'Oh well,' Hermione thought, 'As if he cares, and they'll actually ask him about it. And if they do-he'll probably say we did do it, for his ego of course.' Hermione then remembered why they had started to fight. She didn't want her secrete known, and she didn't want anyone to know she had on in the first place. Leaving Padma and Lavender, Hermione went to take a shower and think about how she'd get herself out of the mess she was in.
It was ten o' clock in the morning, and Draco had petrified a Hufflepuff, out-smarted a Ravenclaw, practically bitched out every member of his house under and including fourth years, he even took sixty points away from a group of Gryffindors. He'd gone for not one, but two walks around the entire Hogwarts' campus, scarred seven house-elves for life, and taken a nap that lasted about three seconds. He was now sitting in a dust covered room, in a part of the castle he just wound up in, on a desk that seemed about to brake. Bored out of his mind and ready to yell at whoever came up with the word boredom for them not making it a stronger word; because he was beyond the point of boredom and on the verge of breaking something, or someone. Whichever came first, he wasn't in the mood to be meticulous.
Then he got a great idea, he'd go talk to Dumbledore. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't really mind the old bat. Yes-the man knew practically everything and that was scary, but it was probably good he did; less questions were needed when the other person already knew what was going on.
Walking up to the statue of the Gargoyle, Draco muttered, "Otter pops" and started up the moving staircase. When he got to the top of the stairs, Draco saw none-other than Hermione. 'Of course, she just has to be here, now she knows that I talk to Dumbledore. So much for my reputation of biggest-bad ass. Once everyone knows I talk to Dumbledore, no one will think anything I do is done because I really do enjoy seeing others' discomfort.' Draco thought.
"Malfoy." Hermione spat as if the name would cause he death.
"Granger." Draco shot back.
"Dumbledore and I were just talking; he said to tell you you're not in too much trouble but that if you could wait a couple minuets until he came and got you, he'd be grateful." Hermione said to him, looking like she had just gotten revenge on someone for something terrible, it was a little scary to see in her eyes.
"Ok-thanks." Draco was a little relieved that Hermione thought he had just come to be chastised by Dumbledore, not because he actually wanted to talk.
"Whatever, bye." And Hermione left Draco standing in the small hallway.
"So what you're telling me is that you would like to know why it bothered Ms.Granger so much when you asked her about not wanting to be called a "mudblood," correct?" Dumbledore asked Draco.
"Yes, she said something like 'not everyone didn't know', and then we started fighting about it because I couldn't see how everyone didn't know, because if she hadn't told anyone the no one would know, right? So by her saying that, I've been trying to figure it all out in my head but I keep ending up with the same thing I started with." Draco replied.
"And that is...?" Dumbledore prompted.
"That it's something she doesn't want people to know, for what reason I can't figure out. That you know, you do know practically everything so I can't see this excluded. And that the sorting hat should have placed her in Slytherin." He finished.
Dumbledore chuckled behind his half-moon glasses, "Yes, Draco. Ms.Granger doesn't want people to know her secrete, and I do know what it is. As far as the sorting hat being wrong in it's placing, maybe she would have done well in Slytherin, but I can see she is very content in being in Gryffindor. Ms.Granger has found a way to trick one of the most un-trick able things witches and wizards have every made, the sorting hat. Nothing can be canceled from it, yet she has found a way, something she has not even told me yet, was how she did it. Now, Draco, I know that you want to know this secrete of hers', but it is for her to tell and not me. She will, maybe in time, tell Mr. Potter and Mr.Weasely, but for now, she, her parents, the staff, the people who need to know in the ministry and myself, are the only ones' who know. If she would like you to know, then she will have to be the one to answer. I am sorry that I'm not of much help, but I hope it will not get in the way of our friendship." With that said Dumbledore was about to ask Draco if he'd like a cup of tea while they move onto other business, but before he could, Professor Trelawny burst out of the fireplace, apologizing for interrupting, and asking Draco if he "could please leave the adults to their own matters of importance and come back later."
"Thank you for listening Headmaster. I will see you around." Dumbledore nodded in reply, looked to Trelawny and started talking.
"He made another attack, strangely not in England, but in the United States." Trelawny started, ignoring that Draco wasn't entirely out of the room yet.
"Where in the U.S.? How many muggles are we talking about here?" Dumbledore asked her, also ignoring the fact of Draco still being there.
"A place in New York, called Greenwich village. Hardly a village, but nonetheless, the Dark Mark made its' appearance for about twenty to thirty muggles, but seven were found dead, and twelve reportedly missing. If he's striking in the U.S. then our hope of defeating him is long gone. He's probably there right now tort-"Draco cut her off.
Standing by the door he said, "No, Voldermort isn't in the U.S., he's somewhere in Germany. In a castle called Emrys Darcey Daman. The captives he's taken are being taught to fight with magic objects for the on-coming war. He has about thirteen camps in the United States killing, capturing and setting off the Dark Mark. He wants American witches and wizards he'll be coming after them next. But he doesn't know weather capturing the muggles was such a great idea because he doesn't like guns, says they're the mud-filled way to fight, personally he's afraid of them because there's no charm, spell, or potion to take, to not get hurt if you get hit with a bullet. But-uh, muggle cops like to use them, and they wouldn't think twice about killing him with one the second they could. He punished that rat; it was his idea after all. I personally can't see what he has against the muggle born when he is one. But hey, for every acorn there's a nut, right? Well, uh...I'll get out of your hair now." Draco left a very shocked, and showing it, professor Trelawny, and a very happily surprised Dumbledore.
Crap. That's what her weekend was. She'd forgotten to she had signed up for Hogsmeade and when she remembered, it wasn't worth it to go anymore. She went to bed around three in the morning, from listening to Avneged Sevenfold on her enchanted portable c.d. player, and writing in her neglected journal. She woke around one, totally missing the Quidditch game she'd promised Ron and Harry she'd go to, but just in time to make it to a late lunch, and get some food in her.
Pulling on a pair of baggy, black Dickies, and black tank top over her black lace under clothing, she put on a pair on black skater shoes over black socks; she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and put her hair in a ponytail at the top of her head. She washed her face, put on a little make-up, grabbed a black pull-over sweatshirt and her skate board, and headed to the Great Hall for lunch, hoping there would still be food left so she could just eat and go skate boarding.
The second she reached the Great Hall, she walked over to where Lavender and Padma were sitting; deciding to embarrass and piss them off for not waking her up as she'd asked them to do.
"Hey girls, thanks for the wake-up, I totally missed the Quidditch game." She said.
"We tried, sort of. But you just kept mumbling 'go away' and 'leave me alone' so we did." Lavender said as if it explained everything.
'Reasonable enough, I guess.' Hermione thought "That too, but also Lavender and I noticed how late you came in last night and we figured that after the long rough night you had with Draco, that you would want some sleep."
'I knew I hated her for a reason, stupid evil slut.' Hermione bitterly thought, 'I hope she doesn't expect a good part in the muggle studies play without any eyebrows. Hey-we find out what it is today, awesome. I hope it's Troy, theatrical blood is so fun to do, especially in front of a live audience.' "Just so you know, I was writing in my much neglected journal last night and totally lost track of time. I was not with Malfoy, stupid git that he is." She more whispered the part about him being a git, but Padma and Lavender still heard her, and Padma being the "evil slut" she was, felt like making Hermiones' life hell for a while.
"Is that so? Hmm, well I heard he was with someone last night, and you were with him the night before so I just figured it was you. Oh, well Draco does hang out with many girls these days. So you shouldn't be surprised of he dumps whatever it was you thought the two of you had." Padma said. Of course, she was lying to Hermione, because she had been in Dracos' bed last night, along with a couple other girls.
'Does she really think I'm buying this bullshit?' thought Hermione. "Yes Padma, I was with him the other night, but I never said we fucked. I don't go fucking random people like a slut, thank you. And I'm sure you didn't need to hear anything from anyone, you were there, weren't you." Hermione stood up and put on her sweatshirt, "Oh and, just because you know that Draco only wants to fuck you and be rid of you, and the fact that you let him do it, multiple times, you're the slut I'm speaking of." She then picked up her skateboard and left the Great Hall, headed outside to skate.
Draco had overheard everything. Then again, Hermione wasn't exactly being quiet, and neither was Padma. "That dirty slut, she actually thought I wanted to be with her, publicly, that's just bloody wrong!" Blaise, overhearing Draco said,
"Man, you should have been expecting one of those girls to think they would become the Slytherin Sex Gods' girlfriends, you only have, what, four or five of them at a time? Lucky bastard, I can only get three, myself, and I've gone a blown it before an hours up."
This was why Draco was friends with Blaise, they were the most sought after, by girls, and, they both could keep their cool when talking about sex, and how many girls they could do at once, and have.
"I beat my record last night." Draco said coolly, even thought he was stoked about it.
"How many, shit head?" Blaise asked.
"You won't believe me."
"How many!?"
"Twelve."
Blaise looked a mixture of envious and in total disbelief. "List the names, you arse."
"Padma, Lavender, Ruth, and Jenna from Gryffindor. Cho, Kati, and Mary Elizabeth, from Ravenclaw. Pansy, Lesley, Krista, Otka, and Sophie, from, duh-Slytherin."
"Damn, you deflowered Krista, Sophie, and Lesley in an orgy! You fucking, lucky arse bastard!" Blaise then lowered his head, "Lets celebrate tonight, go into town and get drunk with some prostitutes. What d'you say? We'll skip dinner and just eat there."
"Dumbarse-we can't, tonight is the vote announcements for head boy and girl. I would like to be here to receive my badge." Draco stated.
"Whatever-just because you've shagged probably more than half the girls at this school, don't mean that you're going to be elected head boy."
"Yes it does. Do you really think that all my girls like sleeping on a very crowded bed in some dormitory, no, they don't. By having my own room they wouldn't have to worry about the bed being too small, because, believe me, I seen them, their big enough for twelve people. Hell-maybe more!"
"Whatever, I'm going to go. I've got transfiguration homework due tomorrow and McGonagall would have my head if I don't turn it in. Later."
A/N: Ok-to anyone who cares, and anyone who noticed, no, the title doesn't fit the chapter. Muggle Studies was only mentioned like, twice, but this is part one, and in part two it will make total sense. So-because I really do have things to do later today, I'm going to go, maybe tonight I'll write part two, I don't know yet-it's like 3:30am right now...so review, don't care if you flame me-It's cold in my house right now!
Muggle Studies Part One
"What do you mean 'Not everyone doesn't know'?" Draco asked Hermione. He didn't like not knowing something and her hiding something from him when he thought he knew her was just pissing him off.
"Well...you see, it's...complicated, and...I would rather..." Hermione started blabbering.
"You would rather what? Run from the world over something that people probably have the right to know. Hide from everyone so that no one knows the true you. Not give a bloody damn about people just because you don't want to be caught up in something. But you inevitably only fuck up yourself more than need be. Hermione is that really what you want for yourself? Do you really want people to know that you're hiding something but no one knows what-there will be so many rumors going around that your head will spin!" Draco stopped, exhausted and enthralled at the same time.
Hermione just stared blankly at him, but inside she was mounting with anger. 'Who is he to tell me how to run my life? Who does he think he is! He doesn't know me; he doesn't know anything about me. Why the fuck should he care?' Hermione thought bitterly. "Just because you fucked up your bloody life doesn't mean you can tell me how to not do the same to mine." She hissed dangerously at Draco, "You know absolutely nothing about who I am or how my life is, and you think that, after years of antagonizing me and my friends, that I'll just drop everything and become one of yours'! Well let me tell you something, Draco Lucifer Malfoy: I do not want anything to do with the likes of you and I never in my life will! So you can bloody well fuck off, open the door, and promptly forget that I ever spoke to you in the first place!"
By the time that Hermione had finished talking, Draco was wide-eyed at the fact that she could speak so malevolently and demonically. He was entranced in the fact that she could do so, and he didn't know weather to applaud her and be proud or be scared of how evil she sounded. 'It reminds me of the time I had to speak face to face to Voldermort, stupid repugnant arse. He actually thought that at eight I wouldn't be able to tell he was bluffing on weather I joined or not. Gods I hate that...thing.' Draco chuckled quietly to himself, but, obviously, not quietly enough for Hermione heard him.
"You stupid, maniacal, arse!" Hermione punched him in the stomach and slammed open the door, practically running out of the dorm, common room, and up to the Gryffindor tower.
Draco was left clutching his stomach, wondering how the hell she could have gotten the door open with the charm he'd used on it. "I need to remember all this," he said, went over to his mahogany desk, and took out his journal to start writing down the days' events.
"Say, where do you think Hermione was for so long last night?" Lavender asked Padma.
"Maybe she was with Malfoy." Padma answered.
"No, seriously 'Ma, where do you think she was?" Lavender questioned.
"Well, like I said, maybe she was with Draco. Harry and Ron came in after dinner last night saying how 'she shouldn't willingly be in the company of the Death Eater prat' and blah, blah, blah. He is hot, and Hermione did change quite a bit over the summer holidays. Maybe Draco wanted new blood; god knows he's a great lay." Padma replied.
"Well, yeah, he is a great lay, but with Hermione? Fat chance, she may have changed but he wouldn't go for mud-and besides, Draco likes two at time. We both know that!" At that, the girls broke into giggles and looked over at Hermiones' bed, making sure there was no sign of movement, and hoping against hope that she was asleep and hadn't heard them.
While the girls were talking, Hermione lay still, listening to them speak. 'Sluts. That's all they are, since third year, that's all they have been.' Hermione thought. Yes, she was with Malfoy. No, she didn't sleep with him; nor did she plan to. And yes, she was disgusted to find out that Malfoy would sleep with either of them, let alone both at the same time. The number of boys at the school they had screwed would probably equal the amount of times Snape took Gryffindor house points.
Deciding to get up and take a shower, Hermione made a few "morning wake up" grumbles and yawns, stretched, and got out of bed. "'Morning, what's up?" she asked Padma and Lavender, knowing, full well they would lie and say nothing.
"Oh-not much, just getting ready for a day in Hogsmeade." Padma replied a bit too quickly. Being the ever-wanting-to-know-all that she was Lavender spoke up, trying to cover up the apparent lie,
"So-where were you last night, Hermione? You didn't get in until late, Harry and Ron were looking for you." Of course, this was a lie, which Hermione knew because she knew that they knew she went off with Malfoy.
"Oh, were they? I thought they knew I went with Draco last night to his dorm, he wanted to show me something, but we ended up too busy with other...things, for him to show me what it was. I finally departed around eleven and was so famished I went straight to sleep." Hermione knew that the girls would automatically think that she and Malfoy had had sex, well, phrase a sentence about doing anything like that and many people would think of sex right off. But technically, Hermione wasn't lying. They had gone to his dorm so he could change, and they ended up being to busy fighting to go for their walk.
'Oh well,' Hermione thought, 'As if he cares, and they'll actually ask him about it. And if they do-he'll probably say we did do it, for his ego of course.' Hermione then remembered why they had started to fight. She didn't want her secrete known, and she didn't want anyone to know she had on in the first place. Leaving Padma and Lavender, Hermione went to take a shower and think about how she'd get herself out of the mess she was in.
It was ten o' clock in the morning, and Draco had petrified a Hufflepuff, out-smarted a Ravenclaw, practically bitched out every member of his house under and including fourth years, he even took sixty points away from a group of Gryffindors. He'd gone for not one, but two walks around the entire Hogwarts' campus, scarred seven house-elves for life, and taken a nap that lasted about three seconds. He was now sitting in a dust covered room, in a part of the castle he just wound up in, on a desk that seemed about to brake. Bored out of his mind and ready to yell at whoever came up with the word boredom for them not making it a stronger word; because he was beyond the point of boredom and on the verge of breaking something, or someone. Whichever came first, he wasn't in the mood to be meticulous.
Then he got a great idea, he'd go talk to Dumbledore. Contrary to popular belief, he didn't really mind the old bat. Yes-the man knew practically everything and that was scary, but it was probably good he did; less questions were needed when the other person already knew what was going on.
Walking up to the statue of the Gargoyle, Draco muttered, "Otter pops" and started up the moving staircase. When he got to the top of the stairs, Draco saw none-other than Hermione. 'Of course, she just has to be here, now she knows that I talk to Dumbledore. So much for my reputation of biggest-bad ass. Once everyone knows I talk to Dumbledore, no one will think anything I do is done because I really do enjoy seeing others' discomfort.' Draco thought.
"Malfoy." Hermione spat as if the name would cause he death.
"Granger." Draco shot back.
"Dumbledore and I were just talking; he said to tell you you're not in too much trouble but that if you could wait a couple minuets until he came and got you, he'd be grateful." Hermione said to him, looking like she had just gotten revenge on someone for something terrible, it was a little scary to see in her eyes.
"Ok-thanks." Draco was a little relieved that Hermione thought he had just come to be chastised by Dumbledore, not because he actually wanted to talk.
"Whatever, bye." And Hermione left Draco standing in the small hallway.
"So what you're telling me is that you would like to know why it bothered Ms.Granger so much when you asked her about not wanting to be called a "mudblood," correct?" Dumbledore asked Draco.
"Yes, she said something like 'not everyone didn't know', and then we started fighting about it because I couldn't see how everyone didn't know, because if she hadn't told anyone the no one would know, right? So by her saying that, I've been trying to figure it all out in my head but I keep ending up with the same thing I started with." Draco replied.
"And that is...?" Dumbledore prompted.
"That it's something she doesn't want people to know, for what reason I can't figure out. That you know, you do know practically everything so I can't see this excluded. And that the sorting hat should have placed her in Slytherin." He finished.
Dumbledore chuckled behind his half-moon glasses, "Yes, Draco. Ms.Granger doesn't want people to know her secrete, and I do know what it is. As far as the sorting hat being wrong in it's placing, maybe she would have done well in Slytherin, but I can see she is very content in being in Gryffindor. Ms.Granger has found a way to trick one of the most un-trick able things witches and wizards have every made, the sorting hat. Nothing can be canceled from it, yet she has found a way, something she has not even told me yet, was how she did it. Now, Draco, I know that you want to know this secrete of hers', but it is for her to tell and not me. She will, maybe in time, tell Mr. Potter and Mr.Weasely, but for now, she, her parents, the staff, the people who need to know in the ministry and myself, are the only ones' who know. If she would like you to know, then she will have to be the one to answer. I am sorry that I'm not of much help, but I hope it will not get in the way of our friendship." With that said Dumbledore was about to ask Draco if he'd like a cup of tea while they move onto other business, but before he could, Professor Trelawny burst out of the fireplace, apologizing for interrupting, and asking Draco if he "could please leave the adults to their own matters of importance and come back later."
"Thank you for listening Headmaster. I will see you around." Dumbledore nodded in reply, looked to Trelawny and started talking.
"He made another attack, strangely not in England, but in the United States." Trelawny started, ignoring that Draco wasn't entirely out of the room yet.
"Where in the U.S.? How many muggles are we talking about here?" Dumbledore asked her, also ignoring the fact of Draco still being there.
"A place in New York, called Greenwich village. Hardly a village, but nonetheless, the Dark Mark made its' appearance for about twenty to thirty muggles, but seven were found dead, and twelve reportedly missing. If he's striking in the U.S. then our hope of defeating him is long gone. He's probably there right now tort-"Draco cut her off.
Standing by the door he said, "No, Voldermort isn't in the U.S., he's somewhere in Germany. In a castle called Emrys Darcey Daman. The captives he's taken are being taught to fight with magic objects for the on-coming war. He has about thirteen camps in the United States killing, capturing and setting off the Dark Mark. He wants American witches and wizards he'll be coming after them next. But he doesn't know weather capturing the muggles was such a great idea because he doesn't like guns, says they're the mud-filled way to fight, personally he's afraid of them because there's no charm, spell, or potion to take, to not get hurt if you get hit with a bullet. But-uh, muggle cops like to use them, and they wouldn't think twice about killing him with one the second they could. He punished that rat; it was his idea after all. I personally can't see what he has against the muggle born when he is one. But hey, for every acorn there's a nut, right? Well, uh...I'll get out of your hair now." Draco left a very shocked, and showing it, professor Trelawny, and a very happily surprised Dumbledore.
Crap. That's what her weekend was. She'd forgotten to she had signed up for Hogsmeade and when she remembered, it wasn't worth it to go anymore. She went to bed around three in the morning, from listening to Avneged Sevenfold on her enchanted portable c.d. player, and writing in her neglected journal. She woke around one, totally missing the Quidditch game she'd promised Ron and Harry she'd go to, but just in time to make it to a late lunch, and get some food in her.
Pulling on a pair of baggy, black Dickies, and black tank top over her black lace under clothing, she put on a pair on black skater shoes over black socks; she went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and put her hair in a ponytail at the top of her head. She washed her face, put on a little make-up, grabbed a black pull-over sweatshirt and her skate board, and headed to the Great Hall for lunch, hoping there would still be food left so she could just eat and go skate boarding.
The second she reached the Great Hall, she walked over to where Lavender and Padma were sitting; deciding to embarrass and piss them off for not waking her up as she'd asked them to do.
"Hey girls, thanks for the wake-up, I totally missed the Quidditch game." She said.
"We tried, sort of. But you just kept mumbling 'go away' and 'leave me alone' so we did." Lavender said as if it explained everything.
'Reasonable enough, I guess.' Hermione thought "That too, but also Lavender and I noticed how late you came in last night and we figured that after the long rough night you had with Draco, that you would want some sleep."
'I knew I hated her for a reason, stupid evil slut.' Hermione bitterly thought, 'I hope she doesn't expect a good part in the muggle studies play without any eyebrows. Hey-we find out what it is today, awesome. I hope it's Troy, theatrical blood is so fun to do, especially in front of a live audience.' "Just so you know, I was writing in my much neglected journal last night and totally lost track of time. I was not with Malfoy, stupid git that he is." She more whispered the part about him being a git, but Padma and Lavender still heard her, and Padma being the "evil slut" she was, felt like making Hermiones' life hell for a while.
"Is that so? Hmm, well I heard he was with someone last night, and you were with him the night before so I just figured it was you. Oh, well Draco does hang out with many girls these days. So you shouldn't be surprised of he dumps whatever it was you thought the two of you had." Padma said. Of course, she was lying to Hermione, because she had been in Dracos' bed last night, along with a couple other girls.
'Does she really think I'm buying this bullshit?' thought Hermione. "Yes Padma, I was with him the other night, but I never said we fucked. I don't go fucking random people like a slut, thank you. And I'm sure you didn't need to hear anything from anyone, you were there, weren't you." Hermione stood up and put on her sweatshirt, "Oh and, just because you know that Draco only wants to fuck you and be rid of you, and the fact that you let him do it, multiple times, you're the slut I'm speaking of." She then picked up her skateboard and left the Great Hall, headed outside to skate.
Draco had overheard everything. Then again, Hermione wasn't exactly being quiet, and neither was Padma. "That dirty slut, she actually thought I wanted to be with her, publicly, that's just bloody wrong!" Blaise, overhearing Draco said,
"Man, you should have been expecting one of those girls to think they would become the Slytherin Sex Gods' girlfriends, you only have, what, four or five of them at a time? Lucky bastard, I can only get three, myself, and I've gone a blown it before an hours up."
This was why Draco was friends with Blaise, they were the most sought after, by girls, and, they both could keep their cool when talking about sex, and how many girls they could do at once, and have.
"I beat my record last night." Draco said coolly, even thought he was stoked about it.
"How many, shit head?" Blaise asked.
"You won't believe me."
"How many!?"
"Twelve."
Blaise looked a mixture of envious and in total disbelief. "List the names, you arse."
"Padma, Lavender, Ruth, and Jenna from Gryffindor. Cho, Kati, and Mary Elizabeth, from Ravenclaw. Pansy, Lesley, Krista, Otka, and Sophie, from, duh-Slytherin."
"Damn, you deflowered Krista, Sophie, and Lesley in an orgy! You fucking, lucky arse bastard!" Blaise then lowered his head, "Lets celebrate tonight, go into town and get drunk with some prostitutes. What d'you say? We'll skip dinner and just eat there."
"Dumbarse-we can't, tonight is the vote announcements for head boy and girl. I would like to be here to receive my badge." Draco stated.
"Whatever-just because you've shagged probably more than half the girls at this school, don't mean that you're going to be elected head boy."
"Yes it does. Do you really think that all my girls like sleeping on a very crowded bed in some dormitory, no, they don't. By having my own room they wouldn't have to worry about the bed being too small, because, believe me, I seen them, their big enough for twelve people. Hell-maybe more!"
"Whatever, I'm going to go. I've got transfiguration homework due tomorrow and McGonagall would have my head if I don't turn it in. Later."
A/N: Ok-to anyone who cares, and anyone who noticed, no, the title doesn't fit the chapter. Muggle Studies was only mentioned like, twice, but this is part one, and in part two it will make total sense. So-because I really do have things to do later today, I'm going to go, maybe tonight I'll write part two, I don't know yet-it's like 3:30am right now...so review, don't care if you flame me-It's cold in my house right now!