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Chapter 7 – The Extraordinary One
Tuesday morning. Hermione was sitting by the table in the great hall. She was feeling a bit sad. She couldn't forget how her lesson with Finnigan had turned out.
Flashback
It had started out with Finnigan coming to the library almost twenty minutes later than they had arranged.
She was about to say that she didn't want to be held like a fool, when the famous trio walked in right after him. She looked at Finnigan and noticed that he didn't even looked at her directions. He walked right pass her, with Potter's arm around his shoulder like they were best friends.
She could feel her face turning a bit red of embarrassment and anger. And worst of it was, that she could feel that her eyes started to water, and she quickly wiped the tears away so no one would notice.
She could hear the boys chat nearby. Probably at a table a few meters away. It was like they wanted her to hear how fun they had it. Like they knew that she was waiting for Finnigan.
She was about to stand and gather her books when Pansy Parkinson walked by sending Hermione an angry and sort of disgusting look. Millicent Bulstrode, another ugly girl if you ask Hermione, was following Parkinson like if she was a puppy.
Hermione received the same look from Bulstrode.
"Draco darling, I have been looking all over for you. I must admit I'm surprised to see you here in the..."
Then came the voice of Millicent Bulstrode, "Library... Pansy... It's called the bloody library."
Hermione smirked at this comment. It was so obvious that Bulstrode just made a comment on how stupid Parkinson was.
"Well, the library..." Said Parkinson and it was easy to tell that she had also understood Bulstrodes evil comment. Pansy gave Millicent a look that made her blush.
"Well Pansy. We were just walking down the corridor when we met Seamus here. He was going to library and we decided to follow and check the place out. But it appears that our friend here has forgotten what he was going to the library for. Because he has yet to get the book he must have been looking for," said a drawling voice that belonged to Malfoy.
"Uh... I was looking for a Potions book. I, eh... I'm not that good at Potions," said Finnigan quickly.
"Well, you could have just asked me. I have a lot of great Potions books and so does Malfoy," said Weasley and snickered. Then he continued, "Why don't we go and get them now? Come on!"
Hermione saw them walking by her again. Parkinson in front with Bulstrode and then came Finnigan who walked between Potter and Weasley. Malfoy was the last to walk by. He stopped in his tracks and looked at her.
She felt like everything stood still. Her heart now beating faster than she ever thought was possible.
'This is Malfoy! The idiot that was, and still is mean to you! The jerk that thinks you was better off death!'
Then he smirked at her. He looked the way his friends had just walked and then back at her.
Malfoy walked closer to her, and she tried to look calm. Like if his being didn't bother her. Like he wasn't there at all.
'Calm, be calm. Oh no, he is coming closer. What shall I do? Okay Mione, just pretend that you are reading something interesting!'
She looked down in the book in front of her and looked at the lines. But nothing made sense right now. Not one sentence made sense. Not even one word made sense.
He placed his right hand on the table and his left on the chair. His breathing coming closer, so close that she could feel his hot breath and smell it, which by the way smelled like peppermint, so fresh and sweet.
"Hello mudblood," he said with the same drawling voice as before.
"Go away Malfoy! I don't have time to 'chat' right now! I'm reading, can't you see that or are you completely blind?" She snapped and hoped that he would walk away.
He chuckled and leaned closer. His mouth was so close it nearly touched her earlobe.
"Well mudblood. I must say that you are really extraordinary if you can read a book on its head. You must be so talented or is it because you just pretend to read. I must admit that I think the last is the most correct," he whispered.
He reached up with his left hand, leaving the chair and placed a lose strand behind her ear. He gently caressed her throat and continued down her back. He stopped moving his hand when it was just at the middle of her back.
Then he suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her behind a big bookshelf. It came so sudden, that she gave a tiny yelp.
"So mudblood. You really think you are funny, eh? I told you not to remove my hand but you did and now you'll suffer the consequence!" he hissed.
She whimpered. His grab on her wrist was so tight and it hurt so much.
End of Flashback
She looked down at her wrist. It was still swollen and red.
She had always feared Malfoy, but right now she was 'scared to hell' of him. The look in his eyes when he had pointed his wand at her heart, the evil look he gave her when he was about to say an unforgivable curse at her.
Thank God madam Pince decided to show up at that exact moment.
The librarian had yelled at him, for pointing a wand at another student. But as usually he never got a detention. He had laughed and apologized to Madam Pince but not to her. Then he had kissed her, Hermione the mudblood, on the cheek like if they were close.
She had been too shocked to do something. To yell at him, to tell Madam Pince that they weren't close at all, that he had indeed tried to curse her. But she had just stood. Too shocked to do anything.
She had just 'survived' an unforgivable. And she knew that Malfoy would come back. He always got his revenge. He never forgot a person and one day he would strike. Make his move and she would have the curse upon her.
She feared that she wasn't strong enough to survive a so strong curse like that. It was not for fun it was under the category 'unforgivable'.
She sighed. What should she do?
She saw that a lot of the students started to walk out of the hall. She had been sitting there longer than usual. She quickly drank what was left of her pumpkin juice and followed Lavender, Parvati, Neville and Seamus out of the doors, making sure they were close enough if something should happen.
Not that they probably would help her IF something did happen. But it was better to know that at least somebody would be able to testify against Malfoy in the wizard court, if she shouldn't be able to be there as well... Right?
Or at least she hoped Finnigan would.
They wandered through the castle, she a few feet behind the rest, and they were almost late. He, Finnigan, didn't turn to look at her one single time.
They quickly found a seat, Hermione alone again, and took out their textbooks.
Professor McGonagall was already sitting behind her desk, waiting for everybody to arrive and sitting on a seat. As always the Slytherins walked in about ten seconds before the class would start.
McGonagall gave them a stern look before she begun the lesson.
Fortunately, despise that this was another class with the Slytherins, Hermione had gotten herself a seat in the front of the class near to Professor McGonagall, and there were no Slytherins in a radius of two meters of her.
She smiled. Transfiguration was one of her better classes. She liked the Professor, even though McGonagall was known as the 'strict' teacher. Actually a lot of the kids had either grown fear or hate for this particular teacher. But not Hermione, she liked her.
Why did she like her when almost everybody didn't? Well... She had often wondered about it and one night, when she couldn't sleep, she had come to the conclusion that it was because the McGonagall was always fair, no matter which house you belonged to.
Compared to other Professors, like Snape for example, McGonagall was rather sweet. Yes, she could be very harsh and strict, but she could also be kind.
"Please open you books on chapter 4 in your Transfiguration book," said Professor McGonagall and looked around the classroom to see if everybody did as they were told.
"Okay. Today we will work on the 'Imitor' spell, which is used for? Does anybody know?" asked McGonagall. Hermione knew the answer, so she raised her hand. No body else did that.
"Yes Miss Granger," said the Professor and made a gesture with her hand as if saying that she should stand.
"The spell 'Imitor' means to 'pretend'. You have to say for example 'Imitor- book' and then the thing you pointed your wand at will turn into a book in five minutes, depending on how strong the spell is cast. If you want a special book, you have to keep your mind on a specific one. 'Imitor' is another version of the 'Polyjuice Potion', but it doesn't last that long," said Hermione and took a deep breath before she continued.
"The longest the spell has been cast were in 1837 by a witch that experimented with spells. She held the spell in nearly 72 hours, and she had turned her bed into a chair," said Hermione and took her seat again.
"Very good Miss Granger. I can see that you have read your homework. Will you please demonstrate the spell?" asked McGonagall.
Hermione rose again from her seat and heard a few mumbles coming from the Slytherins, 'Teachers Pet!' 'That Know-It-All-Mudblood' and a few other things she couldn't quiet hear.
"Please turn around Miss Granger, so the rest of the class can see when you demonstrate the spell. You have to turn this scarf into a book. Any kind you would like it to be," said McGonagall and handed her a purple scarf.
She took the scarf and held it in her hands. She felt everybody's eyes on her and tried not to blush.
"Imitor-Book," she said and flicked her wand towards the purple scarf.
The scarf immediately turned into 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen, one of her favourite authors.
The Professor clapped her hands a few times and smiled.
None of the students clapped or said anything. They were used to Hermione doing a great job, no flaws, nothing to criticise about the result.
She looked up and looked around the class. Malfoy caught her eyes and she couldn't look away. Sometimes it felt like he knew how to do a body-bind without raising his wand.
He smirked. She trembled. His gaze was so cold. No warmth or emotions were displayed in his eyes. When it came to smirking, smiling or laughing he had a special gift. He knew how to do all of those things without showing emotions in his eyes. He was the extraordinary one.
The rest of the time, the class was practicing the spell. A few had made it work, but a lot where still having problems. Like Neville Longbottom, just to take an example. Even though he was a Gryffindor, she still couldn't believe how dumb he could be sometimes.
'I mean, come on, how hard can a single spell be?' she thought while she looked at the boy. He was almost in tears, because McGonagall was standing beside him.
She looked down at her table, seeing different book covers that were sprawled all over the table. Then she looked at other people's stuff they had 'created'.
Hers was the only table with books, except for Malfoy. She tried to read the titles of his books, but soon gave up, because the distance was to big. She sighed.
The bell ringed and the students started to walk out of the door. She gathered all of the 'imitor' books and quickly said the spell pointing at all of the things, and imagined that they were back at their normal substance.
She smiled when she saw that all of her loving books became the same old pencil house, handkerchief, bracelet, ring and Charm book.
"Wow Miss Granger. That was really impressive. You are the first student that manages to fix that many things at once back to their normal substance. I'm really impressed," said Professor McGonagall and smiled at her.
"Thanks Professor," said Hermione and smiled at the elder witch.
She took all of her stuff and arranged them in her bag. The other students started to walk out, and she sighed again when she saw how they were joking and laughing.
She noticed Malfoy, Potter, Weasley and the rest of the Slytherins walk around the corner. Looking smug, like they always did. Lavender and Parvati soon followed them. They ran fast, trying to look smug too, but failed because Lavender ran directly into Finnigan, and she dropped her books.
'Probably trying to catch up with the trio,' thought Hermione and made a disguised face, like the mere thought were outrageous and horrible.
She heard Finnigan mutter something to Lavender, probably 'sorry' or something like that. She looked at him, following his move towards... Herself?
Yes, he was indeed walking her way. And it was definitely clear, because he smiled at her. Her!
"Hey Hermione," he said when he reached her. She looked at him. Blinked.
"Hi Seamus," she said quickly and immediately remembered what had happen last night. He had held her like a fool, by not showing up in time and then he had walked away with the Slytherin trio.
"Listen Hermione. I'm really, really, really sorry about last night. I was on my way, when Weasley suddenly grabbed my arms, asking were I was going," he said.
She looked at him. Blinked twice this time before he continued.
"And... I couldn't just say, that I... That I was going to library to see, well going to see, em... You... You know?" said Finnigan and looked at her, without remorse. His words had really hurt her. Couldn't he see it in her eyes?
"Of course. I get your point. Well then. Goodbye. I have somewhere to be now," she said and gave him an angry look.
"Hey Seamus! Come on!" yelled a voice, coming from the hall. It was Dean, Seamus best friend, a fellow Gryffindor.
"I'm coming," yelled Seamus back, "Well Hermione. I'll see you around, okay?" He patted her shoulder, like if everything was okay.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," mumbled Hermione and looked at the table.
Great. Tears were flaunted in her eyes again. Just Great!
She took her bag and swung it around her shoulder. Taking the library book, she was going to return, in her arms holding it tight and walked out of the classroom.
She could still feel the tears on her cheeks. Everything was a bit blurry when she walked, causing her to not see the person that suddenly stood there. She walked into the person, dropping her book and her bag on the floor.
She bended down to take them, but they were quickly taken by the other person, the one she had walked into. She looked up. Who was that? She could see some white hair, but the tears made her eyes blurry, so she couldn't really see whom it was.
"My God Granger. Look where you are going," said a drawling voice.
It was Malfoy again. She whimpered. Afraid of what his next move would be. She looked down and saw her things in his one hand. He almost seemed nice.
He grabbed her already swollen wrist and the pain made her cry. Before it was just silent tears, but now she cried out in pain. He loosened his grasp on her wrist, but still held her fast. Then he dragged her around the corner, into an empty classroom.
She was dragged all the way to a table and he placed her things on the floor and lifted her up, placing her on the table.
The cold air hit her wrist and she carefully laid it in her lap.
Cold hands swept away her tears and she slowly began to stop crying, afraid of the consequence if she continued.
The cold hands held her head, demanding her to look up. She tried to avoid his gaze, looking every else where than at him.
"Look at me!" hissed a demanding voice. Malfoy.
She felt like she had been put under the Imperius curse, because she couldn't do anything else than comply him in his wish.
'Perhaps he has some gifts, that makes him do magic without a wand?' she thought and looked up slowly. She first saw his mouth, smirking again. Then his nose, and slowly his eyes came into view and she stared into the silver- greyish eyes, not able to look away.
He leaned forward, so close, nearly touching her lips with his.
"You know... Hermione..." He said. Just the sound of her name on his lips, was so breathtaking, just the way he pronounced her name. She caught herself in smiling stupidly at him.
"You and me... We could be great together..." He said. She looked at him, what was he playing at?
"But unfortunately you are a Mudblood, a Gryffindor, a Know-It-All..." He stated all of this without blinking just once while he said it. She felt the tears again. She was just a Mudblood.
"I heard what he said. And you know what?" he asked. She simply shocked her head, not sure if she trusted her voice.
"Even though I only see you as a Mudblood. A Gryffindor. A Know-It-All, I got rather pissed. You see... I have taken a liking to you. And I always look after what's mine, or what's soon-too-be mine," he said smirking.
"Wh-hat... What do you mean?" she asked with a small voice. She felt her cheeks becoming redder with every second that went. He wanted her and she was going to be his?
"Oh... Hermione, Hermione, Hermione... I believe that you DO know what I mean. Don't play stupid with me!" he practical yelled and his eyes became angry. He sniggered.
She bent her head in defeat. She didn't know what to do. She didn't wanted to be a property of someone, especially if that someone was a Slytherin, if he was Malfoy.
'I won't let him win,' she thought.
He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue invading her mouth. She kissed back, but only slowly because she was trying to get him kiss her gently. It seemed as he knew what she was doing, and after a few seconds her wish was granted. This was the kiss she had dreamt about for so long.
He stopped. Looking into her eyes. She shuddered. That kiss was so great, she felt like if she was on fire.
But her 'fire' was soon put out, when he suddenly spoke again.
"See Mudblood. I knew you wanted me..." He gave her his famous smirk and turned around. He walked out of the door. Stopped and looked back at her, grinned, then he walked out.
She sat still. She could still hear his last words 'I knew you wanted me...', those words continued to play in her mind.
'Hell no!' she thought. 'I will never give into Malfoy. This was the last time. I will fight him, and I will never be a property of Malfoy. I would rather die! Although... His kiss was really great... No! I will not let him win!' she thought and a small smirk formed on her lips.
'Or perhaps I could use this as an advantage?' she thought, her smirk becoming wider.
A/N: So, did you like it? Hate it? Review and let me know! I will try to work fast on the chapter 8, but it's harder to do, now when I also have 'Understanding' which I adopted from snapes gryffindor goddess. But I will do my best.
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