Hey peeps! This chapter is kind of random and weird but whatever. This was part of chapter 7 at first but I thought 'what the heck' once again and made it two. I hope you guys liked my last chapter and please please please review. I love getting them and reading them. if there's anything you don't like PLEASE don't hesitate to tell me. I really wanna know what you guys think and any advice is also very welcome.
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The next morning, Hermione woke up pretty early for having gotten little sleep. After a couple minutes of staring at the top of her four poster, she knew that she wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, so she decided to get up and get a shower. As she closed the door to her room, she realized that Malfoy's room was right across from it. even though they both had different staircases, they both lead to the same landing. The bathroom was right in between the two rooms. She was a lot closer to the enemy than she thought.
Hermione walked into the bathroom cautiously because she didn't know if Malfoy was in there or not. When she saw the bathroom was empty, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"One less awkward encounter' she thought silently to herself.
Inside the bathroom was a huge bathtub, much like the one in the prefects' bathroom. Except, this one was bigger, and it had more faucets with more types of bubbles. There was also a shower, and since it would be quicker, Hermione decided to take one. But she knew that if things ever got too bad with Malfoy, she was going to need that bathtub.
After a quick, tremendously satisfying shower, Hermione wrapped a towel around her tiny body and walked out the door only to come face to face with Malfoy. 'Why does this keep on happening to me?' Hermione thought inwardly.
"Oh, so you are a girl! Note to self: Potter isn't a queer bastard. He's just a bastard." Draco sneered.
"Good one, Malfoy. Try remembering that the next time Harry kicks your ass." Hermione said sarcastically. She didn't want to say too much and get herself into trouble, but she would be damned if she lost face in front of Malfoy.
Hermione and Draco stood in front of the bathroom door for a couple minutes just glaring at each other. Draco turned his gaze leaving Hermione to feel like the victor of their little staring contest…only until she realized what he was looking at. His eyes moved down to her "delicious body" as Malfoy thought of it. Her legs, her neck, her chest…he basically stood there and undressed the shivering Gryffindor with his eyes. Hermione wrapped her towel more tightly around her body, not liking the way Malfoy's eyes were glazed over.
"Granger, where have you been hiding? Better yet, where have your legs been hiding?" Draco asked, not taking his eyes off of Hermione's wet legs.
"Oh, you sick pervert!" Hermione screamed, "I'm not good enough for you to call by my first name but I'm good enough for you to drool over?"
Draco faked like he was sincerely thinking about her question. "Well…" he said after a moment's pause.
"Oh you are disgusting! If you are quite finished pouring over my legs, I'd like to get dressed."
With that, Hermione walked into her room and slammed the door in Draco's face.
After staring at Hermione's closed door, Draco went into the bathroom and took a shower himself. He couldn't stop thinking about Hermione's long legs, or how the water dripped down her neck, or…
"Damn…" Draco said aloud. He didn't read into his thoughts about Hermione; he didn't even see this as thinking about Hermione. He saw this as thinking about her body. She was still a know-it-all Mudblood who he hated. He hated everything about her…except her legs.
'How dare he!' Hermione inwardly raged. 'How dare he look at me like I'm some…some Slytherin slut!'. Hermione couldn't believe that Malfoy had just checked her out, when she knew all he wanted was a good fuck. The way his eyes had widened when he looked at her chest and how his mouth watered made Hermione want to vomit. She kept on this train of thought all the way down to the Great Hall. She went to go sit next to Harry, still fuming about Malfoy in her head.
"Hey, 'Mione!" Harry said, kissing her lightly on the cheek, "You look kind of angry. Malfoy still being a prat?"
"Still? That's like asking Seamus if he's still Irish" Hermione said, a little louder than she meant to.
Hermione, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and most of the Gryffindors laughed and burst into applause for Hermione. They drew the attention of the whole hall, but not one of them cared. Hermione had a few more admirers now that she had outgrown her bucktoothed, frizzy hair, annoyingly smart stage. She was still smart, but it didn't bother her housemates that much anymore. She was the princess of Gryffindor.
"Hey, was that a crack about me bein' Irish?!" Seamus yelled from down the table. The Gryffindors started to laugh even harder.
They stopped clapping and laughing just as Hermione finally stopped blushing. They had no idea that the prince of Slytherin was looking at them with amusement.
"Stupid Mudblood. No doubt, she said something about me." Draco said, shaking his head.
"Everyone isn't always talking about you Malfoy."
"Shut it, Zabini. You're just mad you didn't get any all summer." Draco said, not even bothering to look at his fellow Slytherin.
"Whatever, bitch-boy. Bet you didn't get any either," Blaise challenged.
"As a matter of fact, I got some yesterday…on the train" Draco said smugly.
"Yeah right!"
"Ask the mudblood, she'll tell you"
"You fucked a mudblood?!" Blaise asked.
"Hell no!" Draco yelled, causing some of the younger Slytherins to get nervous. "She just saw me a Parkinson."
"Parkinson? Mate, she's used goods." (A/N: don't you just hate boys sometimes?)
"Yeah, whatever. I'd love to keep the who-fucked-who conversation going, but I have mudbloods to harass and girls to seduce so I'll see you ladies later" Draco said getting up, only to be stopped by Pansy.
"Hello, Draco" Pansy purred.
"Hey, Pansy" Draco said, hoping she didn't want to talk.
"Aren't you going to stay, Draco? Especially, now that I'm here?"
"Actually, I really do need to go, but I'll see you later…tonight" Draco said deviously.
"OK, Draco. Whatever you say" Pansy said, trying once again to be seductive.
'Danger averted' Draco thought as he ran from the Great Hall.
Just as Hermione finished her first helping of toast, Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Seamus all stood up to go to Quidditch practice.
"You're already having practice?!" Hermione asked in amazement, while trying to swallow a mouthful of toast.
"Chew your food, love" Harry said kissing Hermione goodbye, "What if you choked and died? Then what would I do?" Harry left the Great Hall with a dazed Hermione staring after him. Hermione knew that this weekend, and more weekends to come would be perfect with Harry around.
Before Hermione knew it, her perfect weekend with Harry was over and it was time for class. Fortunately, she didn't have potions first as she usually did. She had Transfiguration with Hufflepuff. She was once again tremendously grateful for Dumbledore. This time, for making her first class of the year with her favorite professor and the most agreeable house in the school.
However, during the class, Hermione had imagined different ways to kill Dumbledore and her beloved Professor McGonagall. She had never been more bored in her entire life. Everything Professor McGonagall had discussed, Hermione had already read and studied. Even though she was seventeen, her childhood obsession with being extremely prepared for everything hadn't gone away. Finally after two gruesome hours, the class was over and it was time for Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione's relief was very short-lived because she realized that her next class was with Slytherins. 'Curse Dumbledore' she raged within herself.
She, along with Harry and Ron, made her way down to Hagrid's hut, dreading the new 'half-giant' insults that the Slytherins would be able to cook up.
"Don't look so down, 'Mione" Ron said, putting his arm around her shoulder, "We'll show those Slytherins who's boss."
"Thanks, Ron," Hermione said, as she grabbed his hand that was on her shoulder. She was so lucky. She had a great boyfriend and great friends. Harry watched happily as he watched his two best friends walk along side him. They arrived at Hagrid's pumpkin patch only to find all the Slytherins already there.
'Terrific' Hermione thought. Outside the gate of the pumpkin patch, were five small crates.
"God only knows what's in there," Ron, releasing Hermione to get a closer look. "Oi! Harry, 'Mione, get over here!"
"What is it Ron?" Hermione asked with slight confusion. "Oh my God!"
"What is it Mudblood? Are you so much of a worthless muggle that you don't even recognize dragon eggs?" Draco sneered from the other side of the gate.
"Leave her alone, Malfoy" Harry said, stepping in front of Hermione.
"I don't remember you being a part of this conversation, Potter" Draco spat.
"Fuck off, Malfoy" Ron yelled.
"Is that an invitation, Weasel? Sorry, I don't swing both ways."
"You bastard!" Ron said lunging for Draco, but the gate was blocking him.
"Ron, please. He's not worth it. Just leave it." Hermione said, trying to calm Ron down.
"Mudblood, you will speak when you're spoken to. You'd think someone so much lower than everybody else would respect her betters and not speak." Now it was Hermione's turn to get worked up.
"I will damn well speak when I bloody please! You are such a dirty, good for nothing bastard! I don't even care that you're a…" Hermione stopped. She couldn't believe what she had almost said, in front of all the Slytherin and Gryffindor 7th years. By this time, both houses were watching the pair battle it out.
"I'm just a what, Granger?" Malfoy challenged.
"Uh…a pureblood. I don't care that you're a fucking pureblood." Hermione said, a little bit calmer.
"That's what I thought. And you're just a mudblood. You'll never be a real witch."
"You ignorant, disgusting…"
"Welcome, class, to your firs' lesson of the year!" Hagrid yelled.
"Nice save, Granger" Draco whispered as he walked by Hermione.
"Today, we will be lookin' at some dragon eggs. It's only for today because we can't keep 'em or anythin' but it will be your job to pick an egg and figure out what kind of dragon it will be. Then, for homework, write a foot o' parchment explaining the signs that help to tell what type of dragon it is. Well, get to work!"
"'Mione?" Harry whispered as he, Ron, and Hermione went to fetch three dragon eggs from the crates.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione said.
"What were you going to call Malfoy? I could tell you weren't going to call him a pureblood."
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked, going slightly red. She always had a very hard time of lying to Harry. The kindness in his eyes always guilted her into telling the truth. What is it about the green ones?
"You know what I mean, Hermione. Come on, you can tell me."
"Harry, I think you are reading way too much into this. We were just fighting. That's it." It was almost the truth.
"Ok. If he ever gets to be too much, you know you have me and Ron." Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry." Hermione said. She sighed with relief because Harry dropped the subject.
The class passed easily enough. All Hermione had to do was look at her egg and know what kind of dragon it was. She had seen the same one six years ago in Hagrid's hut.
"Hagrid, I know what type mine is." Hermione yelled over to Hagrid.
"Well?" Hagrid asked.
"Norwegian Ridgeback."
"Well done! Twenty points to Gryffindor! I've never had a student do it that fast." Ron and Harry both smiled at Hermione as she started to write her parchment. Once the class was over, the trio started for the Great Hall for lunch.
"So, Hermione, when are you going to invite us over to your dorms? I've heard you got a kitchen in there" Ron said, with a devious glint in his eyes.
"Oh, that's right. You guys can come over tonight. We can work on that roll of parchment McGonagall gave us."
"Great. So we'll come up with you after dinner?" Harry ventured.
"Sure, but you might have to deal with Malfoy, and I know I'm not in the mood." Hermione said
"No worries, Hermione." Ron said as they entered the Great Hall. The three met up with Ginny and had lunch.
"Oh shit!" Ron said a little too loudly. Half the table laughed as he turned a bright shade of red.
"What is it, Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Double Potions. With Slytherin."
"Great. First Care of Magical Creatures where they make fun of Hagrid, and now double Potions with them and their head of house. Does it get any better than this?" Harry said sarcastically.
"Well, if we don't leave now, we'll be late, I'm sure that wouldn't improve things" Hermione said gathering her things.
"She's right, Harry. Let's go" Ron said, following suit.
"Okay. Bye Gin"
"What? Oh, uh, bye, Harry."
None of them noticed how nervous Ginny was all of a sudden. They were too close to being late for potions to care.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry found three rows of seats in the middle of the room and breathlessly sat down. They had run from the Great Hall to the dungeons just to make sure they arrived before Snape. They were lucky, because right as they sat down, Snape entered the room.
"Turn to page 190 and read the chapter. Write three feet of parchment for homework on the chapter and hand it in to me in two days. Read. Silently."
The class didn't need telling twice. Every student quietly opened their text and started to read the chapter. As Hermione started to open her book, she heard a taunting voice whisper from behind her, "I think you're going to like this chapter, Mudblood."
Hermione turned around and saw Draco glaring at her, but not failing to grace her with the Malfoy smirk. Hermione flipped through the pages until she came to the right chapter. She gasped in horror. The title of the chapter read "Many Modern Muggles and the Potions That Killed Them". Hermione felt like she was going to be sick as she read about different killing potions that had been used by Deatheaters to kill magical muggles 17 years ago. She had known that these deadly potions existed but she definitely didn't know that they had been used to murder muggles. Harry and Ron noticed her sudden paleness and her widened eyes.
"'Mione? What is it?" Ron said gripping her shoulder.
Harry looked at the chapter and immediately, he wanted to kill Snape for assigning this chapter.
"How…how could he…" Hermione stuttered. She couldn't breathe. The pictures of muggles found who had consumed the potion were horrific.
"I thought I said no talking! And it was our Head Girl talking too? Tsk, tsk Miss Granger. Ten points from Gryffindor. You should know better than to disobey. And I thought you liked reading? Aren't you the bookworm of Gryffindor?" Snape sneered, ignoring Hermione's discomfort.
"Professor, I think Hermione needs to go to the hospital wing." Ron said, still holding Hermione's shoulder.
"No talking! Ten more points from Gryffindor. A little reading never hurt anybody. Read."
"But sir…" Harry started.
"Mr. Potter, if you want to have any points at all by the time you leave this room, I suggest you keep your large mouth shut." Snape went back to grading papers and Harry and Ron still looked at Hermione.
"I'm okay, you guys. I was just surprised that's all" Hermione said unconvincingly, her face still very pale.
"Oh, okay" Harry said, looking knowingly at Ron.
"I thought you'd like that, Mudblood" Draco whispered as soon as Ron and Harry stopped watching Hermione.
"You sick bastard" Hermione whispered back.
"Hey, I was just trying to get you to do your work. If you have a problem with the chapter, you can take that up with my father. I'm sure he would go over the details of the attacks with you, even if you are a mudblood."
"How could you possibly be proud of what your father and so many others like him have done? I feel sorry for you Malfoy; you have lived a horrible life for so long that you don't even realize it. You're horrible." After everyone completed the reading, Snape dismissed the class and Hermione stood up and left the classroom before Ron and Harry had even finished packing up their books. Draco quickly got up and ran after her.
"Mudblood! Stop!" Draco yelled as he watched her run through the halls, towards their common room. He didn't know why he said that, he definitely didn't expect her to stop.
"Sa puissance!" Hermione yelled at the portrait.
"Slow down, Miss!" the former Head Boy in the portrait said as he let her in. Hermione ran up to her dormitory, not hearing the heavy steps coming from behind her. Malfoy pulled her back down the steps and sat her on their couch, careful to not let go of her.
"Why are you chasing me? I thought you didn't want to be around let alone touch a filthy mudblood like me?" Hermione screamed.
"If you would just calm down for a minute I could tell you" Draco yelled back. Hermione stopped struggling and tried to steady her breathing. "That's better. What the hell is your problem? If you think for one second that I won't kill you, you are dead wrong. You had better shut up about what you don't understand or know for that matter."
"Once again, I find myself having no knowledge as to what you're talking about."
"Don't ever lecture me about leading a horrible life. And who do you think you are telling me you feel sorry for me? A mudblood pitying a pureblood? Yeah right."
"Blood's got nothing to do with it, Malfoy. You would have had a horrible life no matter who your father is."
"And why is that, Granger?"
"Because no matter what, you would have been a bad person. I used to blame the way you were on your father and the way he must have raised you. I thought that surely no one could ever be like that on their own. Hatred is taught, right? But when I heard you defending your father's actions, I knew I was wrong. You like being the way you are. You were born this way. Even if Professor Trelawney or Sprout or somebody like that was your guardian instead of Lucius, you still would have been a stupid, arrogant, mean git. And I hate you for it." Hermione took a deep breath. It felt good to finally, after five years of torture, to get that out. She didn't even care that saying these things was incredibly stupid, considering Malfoy was a Deatheater. She didn't care anymore.
"Well, Granger, you certainly can talk."
"What? After everything I just said, you aren't going to yell at me or threaten me?"
"Now, why would I do that?"
"I don't know…because you're a Deatheater?" Hermione asked. She couldn't believe that she wasn't already dead.
"Yes, yes I am. But what does that have to do with what you just said?" Draco asked, appearing to be slightly amused.
"Well, I don't know… I just thought you wouldn't like hearing me say those things about you and your father."
"I don't know what you thought I said in Snape's room, but I certainly wasn't defending my father. Malfoys aren't always what they seem, Granger. The dark mark is on my skin, but I never said it went deeper than that."
"But you've been acting like a Deatheater, so I just assumed that you believed…" Hermione protested.
"I never thought you would try to justify me being a Deatheater. Does little Miss Granger have a rebellious side? That could be interesting, even fun."
And with that, Draco left the common room, leaving a very confused lioness on the couch.
"Wow" Hermione thought. "That was…enlightening." All thoughts of dinner, homework, Harry, and Ron left Hermione's mind as she sat thinking of what Malfoy could have meant.