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A/N: I know it has been a long time since I updated last. Sorry about that! I will do my best to update faster next time! Oh yeah, I have gotten more betas to this story: Cleo, Lizzy and Mara (I still have Lady Coia!).
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Chapter 6 – Dreams and DADA
"So," said Parvati, "How did your date with Potter go by the way? Any dirty details Lavender? You didn't come back until late this morning." She grinned at the dark haired witch, who stood in the bathroom putting on her makeup before dinner.
Lavender smirked at this comment. She added some mascara and combed her hair for what seem to Hermione, the 100th time in thirty minutes.
Hermione followed this conversation between Parvati and Lavender. She was waiting for the answer to the question. Not that she was a part of this conversation, but she was there and whenever Lavender and Parvati talked it was hard not to listen.
They had experienced so much, those two girls.
"Oh well, let's just say that he knows how to turn me on," said Lavender and grinned, which caused both Parvati and Hermione to gasp.
"Oh my God. Did you, you know, do it?" Asked Parvati the question Hermione wanted to know, as if their minds were one instead of two, right now.
"Of course not! I'm not a slut, you know! We only kissed," the last part was quickly replaced by a smirk, "But I'm telling you. Boy can he kiss!" It was said with so much enthusiasm that Hermione couldn't hold back a moan; it made her think about the kisses Draco had given her. Not that she specifically had wanted him to do it in the first place. He had been rough and definitely not a gentleman when he had kissed her. She remembered her sore lips.
Lavender and Parvati turned around and looked at her. "Sorry Hermione, did you say something?" asked Parvati smugly.
"What? Oh, no I didn't say anything. I'm just tired," she said trying to cover up from the mistake she had just made. 'Why did I have to make that sound? Stupid Mione!'
"Weird. I could have sworn I heard a noise. A moan or something like that," said Lavender and looked at Hermione with a sly look.
The two girls were now finished with the dressing and makeup and walked to the door. They looked at each other, then Parvati asked: "Are you joining us or will you be down later?"
What? Joining? Who? Me?
"Time to get up" – "Time to get up"
Hermione bashed her hand down on the wizard alarm clock; she had bought in a shop in Diagon Alley last year. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, soft murmurs could be heard in the sixth year's girls' dorm room. Feet were walking on the soft carpet. They jumped whenever they touched the cold floor instead of the warm carpet.
'What a dream,' she thought and felt sad that it was only a dream. She should have known better, than to think this was real. 'Well, welcome back to reality Mione. Reality is that place where you have no friends! Remember?
She walked over to her closet to find her clothes for the day.
'Whatever shall I wear today,' she thought and turned her attention towards the dorm window, 'the weather seems nice enough.'
She pulled out her grey skirt and her white blouse. The uniform everybody wore, and still, on somebody it seemed to be perfect and on others, like her, it just seemed wrong. Her figure was okay, but she had a tendency to buy her clothes bigger than necessary. Why did she do that?
She never was a big fan of people shoving off their figure. It seemed wrong, and why do it? Just so you would be more popular? Get noticed by boys? Have friends?
"Argh," was the only thing she could come up with. She knew her mind was playing a trick on her. Since when did she care about popularity? What good did it, to have boys notice you, when you where dumb as a door? Did you life really get better, by having friends that would send your looks behind your back, or you sending the same looks behind their backs? She had seen them. She always noticed what happened, when other people didn't.
She buttoned her shirt. Looked in the mirror and saw something she hadn't seen for a long time. It was like the mirror was replaying that part of her life, when she was little. The part where she had friends was happy and didn't care about school.
Okay, so it was when she was five or something like that. Pre-school. It was perhaps some of her best years. She smiled at the image of three girls playing with dolls. They didn't argue, just played along. They smiled, they laughed, and they were best friends.
Sentimentality got the best of her, and a lonesome tear craved the corner of her right eye. She tried to think of something else so she turned her attention away from the mirror and saw Lavender and Parvati smiling and laughing.
They were talking about the Slytherin trio. It was so obvious that they were almost in love with those hateful boys.
She combed her hair trying to make it less fussy, but with no luck.
"... Yeah, and Potter did promise me that they would have a small gathering for just us on Friday after dinner. I really do hope he will keep this promise. You and Weasley are of course coming to, but it's more Malfoy that's the problem. He has something going on..." Said Lavender but was cut of by Parvati gasping.
"You are kidding, right?" she asked with disbelieving eyes.
"No, I'm not kidding. It turns out that Malfoy do fancy someone," added Lavender.
Hermione tried to listen without looking too obvious. Malfoy? Liking someone?
"No, not that! That they will have a gathering for us on Friday," answered Parvati with a sparkle in her eye. She looked more than thrilled. She clapped her hands twice while saying, "Yes! Finally!"
Hermione couldn't see anything good about that, but it sure looked like it was something good, by the looks Parvati and Lavender shared.
She looked at her clock, it was time to go down, lessons would start soon, and she needed some breakfast, before DADA would start.
Suddenly the room was silenced, she looked towards the other girls and found them whispering.
'Weird! They always speak so loud, so everybody can hear them,' she thought but shrugged it of, thinking that it was probably nothing.
She noticed them looking at her and felt suddenly very uncomfortable. She quickly took her wand and laid it in her pocket, then gathered all of her books and left quickly. She walked into someone down in the common room. She dropped a book and reached down to pick it up, but before she reached it she saw a hand taking it.
She came eye to eye with Finnigan.
"I believe you drop this," he said smiling handing the book over. She couldn't help but blush. She felt clumsy. And then again, something about him made her feel younger (although she was only sixteen), and his voice was enough to make her heart skip a beat. Was this normal?
Then he spoke again, but his voice seemed so far away. She could see his lips moving, saying something, but she couldn't quiet understand it. She tried to concentrate on what he was saying, and finally managed to do so.
"... Okay?"
She looked at him, what did he mean with okay?
"Huh?" was all she could say. She was really confused now.
"I asked if I had hurt you, or if you were okay?" He repeated his word to her, and she had to let them sink, before she realised what he was talking about.
"Oh, no I'm okay. You didn't hurt me. My own fault!" she said, trying not to blush about how stupid she had been and probably looked.
"So," he started to speak in a low voice, almost whispering. "Are we still on tonight, after dinner?"
She nodded. Then she saw Parvati and Lavender walking down the stairs, and quickly said goodbye and fled out of the common room, destination the Great Hall.
She walked past the portraits and paintings quickly, not taking the risk of be spoken to by them. Last time that happened, a portrait with an old witch, Raswient, or something like that – she couldn't quite remember, had talked so long that she had missed lunch and almost the whole first hour of potion, which of course gave her a detention with Snape.
Spending a whole afternoon with cleaning cauldrons was not something she preferred to happen again.
She could see that some of the portraits longed to talk with her, and some of them even did so, but she acted like she hadn't heard them. She could hear the murmurs. "Rude girl", "How rude!", "Disrespectful young lady!" And the comments just kept coming.
She reached the hall and walked inside and took her seat. She wasn't that hungry so she filled her plate with some fruit, and ate them slowly. The grapes were delicious, quite tasty and just what she felt like she needed. Then she drank a glass of pumpkin juice, feeling the cold liquid running down her throat.
She was about to pour a new glass of pumpkin juice when the famous three walked in with Parvati and Lavender right after them.
'Looks like puppies,' she thought and giggled at the thought. She followed the smirking boys with her eyes, under her eyelashes so she wouldn't look too obvious about it.
But as soon as she laid her eyes on Malfoy, he looked up and smirked. He had seen her looking at him. She didn't know what to do, so she just stared at him.
After almost four whole minutes of staring, her eyes became watery and she needed to blink. So she looked away. Finished her breakfast and walked out of the door, towards the DADA classroom.
She had nearly twenty-five minutes before class would start, so she took her time and walked slowly, full knowing nothing would happen, because the trio had almost walked in when she had a few minutes after walked out.
She wandered down the empty corridor, hoping that she would come through the day without being harassed by the trio.
She walked inside the classroom and saw the DADA professor sitting in the chair, with the foot on the table. He hadn't seen her yet, because he sat with his eyes closed. She liked this teacher. Professor Fletcher was so enthusiastic, and that was no matter which subject. But you could always see in his eyes if he liked a subject. Then he would get a sparkle in his eyes every time he spoke about it.
"Good morning Professor," said Hermione and smiled at the jumpy Professor. He had indeed slumbered in the chair.
"Huh? Oh, good morning Miss Granger," he finally said when he had rubbed his eyes a few time and added his glasses. He stretched his arms up and yawned.
She sat down in the front of the class and was about to take out her books when the Professor spoke to her again.
"Miss Granger. I'm sorry, but I need you to do something for me," he started and when she nodded and stood he continued. "Could you go down to Professor Hagrid and ask if he is ready and if we can come down in thirty minutes?"
She nodded and took her school bag up from the floor. She was about to leave with it, when the Professor spoke again.
"Why don't you just leave your bag at my desk? Then you wouldn't have to carry that heavy bag around the whole school. It would be much faster that way," he smiled.
She walked up to his table and laid her bag down. "You are right Professor," then she smiled and walked out of the classroom. She almost walked into that kid Longbottom but managed not to fall.
"Sorry," she said and continued to walk.
Five minutes after she reached Hagrid's hut. She knocked on the door, but heard no answer. After a few knock later, she decided to shout his name and then he would probably hear it.
"HAGRID," she shouted as loud as she could, and she was right. He heard her.
"Well 'ello 'Mione. How are yah?" he asked and smiled.
"Hey Hagrid. Professor Fletcher has sent me. He was wondering if everything is ready so we could come down in about thirty minutes. Is it?"
"Yeah, I 'hink it's ready. You just tell the Professor to come. Okay, 'Mione?"
"Okay Hagrid, then I will see you in a bit again." She walked quickly over to him and hugged him. He was one of her friends, and had been since first year when she had no one to turn to, whenever she was sad. So she had come a few times to his hut, when she felt like she needed a shoulder to cry on. But only cry! She never told him why she cried and he never asked why she did. It was like he knew that she didn't want to talk about it.
She walked back towards the castle slowly, when she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to hurry because the Professor was waiting.
She walked up the stairs taking two steps at the time, and finally reached the classroom. She knocked once before she opened the door and walked to the Professor's table. He looked at her, waiting for her to say what Hagrid had told her.
"Everything is set Professor. You can come whenever you feel like it."
She took her bag from the table and turned around to find a free place. Longbottom and another boy who she couldn't remember the name of, had taking her normal seat, and the only seat left was beside... Beside Malfoy!
She took a deep breath and walked down the rows and sat beside Malfoy. She looked down at the table trying not to let him see how vulnerable she was and how she felt right now. She was sitting among the snakes, between the Slytherins. With Malfoy beside her, Potter and Weasley in front of her, Zabini and Parkinson behind her, Crabbe and Goyle on the table on her left, there was no where to go.
She was trapped.
"Fancy seeing you here," mocked Malfoy.
She ignored him. A respond is what he was fishing for. Perhaps she could end in a detention or something like that.
'I will NOT,' yelled her mind. She was tired of this game. She was tired of playing cat chasing after mouse.
Then something happened. She felt his hand on her leg, caressing her right thigh. She looked at him stunned. He smirked at her, and then turned his attention back to the Professor. But he didn't stop with it. He kept going on and she felt him going higher and higher.
'Oh my God,' she thought and tried to pay attention in the teaching, but found it harder and harder. His hand had now reached her skirt. She quickly removed his hand, and she felt his eyes at her.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. Then he whispered something she could barely hear, but she heard it nevertheless.
"Now. Be. A. Good. Girl. And. Don't. Remove. My. Hand. Again," he hissed and she tried not to whimper. "Put your hands on the table and don't move them unless I say you may, got it? I assure you, that you don't want to find out what will happen if you don't!"
She nodded and laid her hands on the table. She really hoped Professor Fletcher would see that something was going on at her table.
She heard the other Slytherins snicker, and wondered why they did it. Then she saw the Professor walk out of the door with the 3 first rows. She tried to stand, but never got the chance to do so, because Malfoy held her down with his hand on her thigh.
"You are not going anywhere. It was only the three first rows. We have to wait here until Fletcher will come back in... Oh what do you think... Ten minutes? Think of all the things we could do in ten minutes," he smirked.
He caressed her thigh again, going under the skirt. She sat still, not moving, afraid of what he would do. She kept a moan back. Wow, he sure had some skilled fingers. He hadn't done much to her, and yet she found that her breathing became quicker and she blushed.
"You like that, huh? I should have known. You little mudblood whore," said Malfoy.
He reached the hem of her panties, and was about to go beneath it, when the door opened again. It was the Professor.
"Will the rest of you follow me please," he said and looked at Hermione. She had never been happier to see a Professor before in her life.
She stood and fixed her skirt, took her bag and started to walk. Then she stopped and looked down at Malfoy, who was still sting in his seat, not bothering to do what the Professor said. Just like the rest of the Slytherins.
Then she said, just so Malfoy could hear it. "I may be a muggle born but I'm not a whore. The only whore here is you..." And then she smirked. This felt so good to say. And the dumb stuck look at his face was even better.
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