Summary: What if Harry Potter and Ron Weasley had ended up in Slytherin? And the Golden Trio was Potter, Weasley and Draco Malfoy? And Hermione is their favourite victim of name-calling and other horrible thing. A totally different kind of story. Pairing: DM/HG, HP, RW?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to J. K. Rowling. I only own the plot!
A/N: Is this really an update? Why yes, this is an update. There is just one bad thing about updating this fast, and that's the reviews. Last time I got 45, but I only got 22 this time sulks. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for all the lovely reviews (22 of them), and no... I won't reply every single one this time, sorry. I'm glad to say that chapter 11 is finally ready, so please R/R!
Oh yeah, one small thing. This chapter has not been edited by any betas. Why, you might ask, and I'll tell you why. I've send the chapter to all of my betas, but none of them has replied back yet. So I asked a friend (savage-Lilly) if she would read it before I posted it. As soon as I hear from one of my wonderful betas, the edited version will replaced this.
Nothing much to say other than, enjoy!
Chapter 11 - Think Happy Thoughts
Mudblood? Mudblood! Hermione clenched her fits, and then unclenched them again, trying to relax. But her hand itched, and suddenly she slapped him hard on his cheek. She saw it happen as if in slow-motion. The way her hand lifted itself, the way it slowly connected with Malfoy's face.
"Oh god!" she whispered, and backed further up against the wall. Should she dare to run now? Or perhaps wait until she had been punished? Now when she thought of it, the first solution sounded a lot better than the second, so she began to run down the stairs, heading towards the dungeon, where she knew Professor Snape would be.
She ran as fast as she could, not looking back, not even once. She was happy when she saw the Potion classroom, and silently prayed that she would reach it before Malfoy could get her.
She barged into the classroom, breathing heavily. Everybody looked up because she had apparently interrupted the Professor.
"Miss Granger! That will be five points for being late and another five points for interrupting a Professor. Now, please take your seat!" yelled Snape, and Hermione obeyed.
She scanned the classroom, trying to find an empty seat beside a Gryffindor, but none where available.
Damn!
She took a seat at a free table, knowing that Malfoy would have to sit beside her when he showed up. By the way, where was he? She had thought he had been right behind her, but now when she thought about it, she hadn't heard any footsteps or anything behind her on her way down to the dungeon.
"Miss Granger, could you please enlighten me in why only you came? I was told that you would be with Mr. Malfoy," said Snape, and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to explain herself.
"Miss Granger? We're waiting!" bellowed Snape, and Hermione grabbed herself in trying to sink further down the chair, wishing he couldn't see her.
"Don't know sir. I didn't see him, I wasn't with him," replied Hermione. In someway it was true. At least the part of where she said she didn't knew. She received evil glares from the Slytherin side of the room, and she could swear that she even heard a dead threat from one of them. That one of them was Pansy, who was looking both sad and mad at the same time.
"Are you completely sure about that Miss Granger? Because that's not what I've heard!"
"Yes! That's true!" Too late to take back the lie, so why not just stick with it?
Fortunately (or should you say unfortunately?), Malfoy never showed up. Hermione started to worry. What had happened to him? What would he do when he did find her? She was on the verge of tears when the class ended. Why had she hit him?
She knew why. He had kissed her, and then called her a Mudblood. It had hurt more than ever, since she had just shared a really intimate moment with him.
The bell rang, and everybody started to pack their things away.
"Mione, are you coming?" asked Lavender, while smiling sweetly at Hermione.
"Yeah, Lavender, I'll come now. Just need to gather my things together," said Hermione, and smiled back.
"So, what did he want?" asked Parvati, who Hermione hadn't seen at first. Where did she come from? Then stood in the hall, and Hermione looked at the Professor's back when he walked further down the dungeon.
"What? Who?" A bit confused now. Everybody had most definitely heard what Snape wanted. It was really hard not to hear the Professor when he first started to speak, or in this case, yell.
"Draco of course!" said Lavender in a 'duh' voice.
"Oh, nothing really," answered Hermione, hoping that none of them would ask any further questions. And in someway you could say that she got her wish come through... Just in someway. At least it wasn't the girls who asked her, but Potter, who suddenly stood behind her.
"What did you do to him, Mudblood?" he hissed, and Hermione wished she could just disappear. Why was it that the Slytherin's was so much taller than her? Okay, so everybody was taller than her, even some of the third years were taller than her, but the Slytherin's! They were just enormous, and not to mention scary.
"Eh... Nothing?" she tried.
"Try again!" roared Weasley.
"Eh..."
"Cat got your tongue?" asked a drawling voice, and Hermione turned around and came face to face with Malfoy. She scanned his face, trying to find the red mark she knew must have come after she had slapped him, but his face was as pale as ever. No red mark or what so ever.
"Mione?" asked Lavender, and gave Hermione a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, what?" asked Hermione, and woke up from her daze. She gently shook her head, trying to clear it from her previous thoughts.
"Eh... See, I didn't do anything to him," said Hermione, and gave a nervous laugh.
'I'm in so much trouble!'
"Mione, we're going back to the Gryffindor tower. Are you coming too?" asked Parvati, looking at Malfoy as if he should give the permission to let her go with them.
"Yeah, I'm coming with you!" said Hermione, feeling mad that they thought she would need Malfoy's permission to do anything.
'I don't need his permission!' she thought.
"I don't think so!" hissed Malfoy, and grabbed her arm forcefully.
'Or maybe I do.' She gulped, scared of him. 'Shit, shit, shit!'
"We didn't quite finish our little conversation before, now did we?" It wasn't a real question, more like a statement.
"Well then, we'll just leave you alone... Come on Lavender," replied Potter, and smirked. Lavender and Parvati followed Weasley and Potter, and walked up the stairs toward to main hall.
And there she was. All alone with Malfoy in the dungeons, this was just not her lucky day. She looked at the Potion classroom door out of the corner of her eyes, deciding if she should bang on the door until Snape would open it or try running upstairs in the main hall where there would be people.
"He is not there," said Malfoy, grinning. And then she remembered that she had looked at Snape when he had walked further down the dungeon.
"Le-leave me alone!" cringed Hermione, really desperate now.
His hand moved up, and she thought he would hit her, but he didn't. He carefully caressed her cheek, while slowly walking closer to her. She took one step back, and hit the solid wall behind her.
"I'll forgive you this time," he said softly, and she couldn't help but smiling sheepishly at him. His hand was so soft, and his eyes looked so fantastic! They looked kind, and she couldn't help but adore them.
"But if you ever and I mean ever, do a thing like that again!" he stopped caressing her cheek, and grabbed her chin hurtfully. Okay, she silently took back all the kind words about his eyes she had recently thought. Damn him!
"Now, be a good Mudblood and say you're sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."
"And that you'll never do that again!"
"I'll never do it again." But he looked like he didn't believe her, so she added a small, "I promise!" after it.
"Good!"
"Now, where were we before you decided to hit me?" he roughly pulled her closer, his hand still holding her chin, and placed a kiss on her lips, violently.
"Ouch," she managed to muffle through the rough kiss. Maybe he got soft about hearing her saying 'ouch', or maybe he decided to be more kind when kissing her, because the kiss became more passionate, and she couldn't help but respond.
He kissed her jawline, and continued the kiss down to her neck, softly kissing her all the way, causing her to slightly moan of the feeling.
"Mm... That's nice... Oh god, Draco," she mumbled, but soon realized what she had said. And apparently he had too. He stopped kissing her, and looked into her eyes. She felt captivated by them, and blushed when he smirked.
"So, not using surnames anymore... Mudblood?" he asked, his smirk getting wider.
"Why do you have to use that name all the time?" she whispered, again on the verge of tears.
"I-I'm... Because that's the truth, you're only a Mudblood!" he shouted, and walked down the hallway, the same way Snape had disappeared a few minutes ago. She looked at his retreating back, and noticed he suddenly stopped.
"See you on Friday!" he yelled looking over his shoulder, and then he sneered and continued walking.
Hermione walked up the stairs, never actually looking where she was going. She stopped when she came face to face with the Fat Lady portrait, she said the password 'Bravery', and walked inside into the comfy common room.
She found Lavender and Potter making out on the couch and made a disgusting face. She didn't disturb them, but walked the rest of the way up to her room, where she sat on her bed.
"Ugh!" she sighed desperately and threw herself back on the bed, her upper body now lying on the bed, and her feet were still solid planted on the floor.
"Something wrong?" asked Parvati, who had just entered the room. Weasley was standing behind her, and she noticed that their hands were entwined together.
"Is something bothering the poor little Mudblood?" spat Weasley, and began to nuzzle at Parvati's neck.
Hermione turned away, blushing.
"What's wrong Granger?" asked Weasley, and snickered. Hermione looked at him, and snorted. As if he didn't knew what was bothering her. He knew perfectly that he was the one who bothered her, and she could tell that he loved it.
"How did you come up here?" asked Hermione, who had just realized that a boy was standing in her doorway, even though no boys, should be able to get into the girls dormitories.
"Well, wouldn't you like to know?" sniggered Weasley.
Hermione just stared at him.
'Just ignore him Mione, just ignore him!' she thought and sat up in the bed again.
"Well, I'm just going to freshen up a bit. Will you be okay?" asked Parvati and looked concerned at Hermione. Hermione started to shake her head, but Parvati took no notice of this. She didn't dare to say no, not trusting her own voice if she talked. Would Parvati just leave her alone with Weasley? In a room filled with beds?
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" said Parvati and flashed Weasley a smiled. Weasley nodded, and as soon as Parvati had locked the door to the bathroom, he looked devilish at Hermione.
He strutted towards Hermione, who was now practical sitting up at the headboard of her bed. She grabbed her wand and pointed it at him.
"Don't you dare coming closer, or I will hex you into next week!" she hissed, surprising both herself and Weasley with her new strength.
"What Mudblood? Don't you want to have some fun?" he asked, and smirked.
'Just hex him!' she thought, but couldn't come up with a really evil hex.
"No!" she replied, and sneered.
"Don't worry, Mudblood. I won't touch you. Not until Draco has had his fun with you." He laughed at this, as if it was a joke, but she could feel that he was telling the truth. Malfoy would hurt her one way or another, and it was just about time until he would strike.
"Then why do you keep walking closer to my bed?" she asked, and raised an eyebrow. He stopped in his tracks, and scoffed.
"Oh alright, you filthy little Mudblood, have it your way! Here!" he said and tossed a small packet towards her. The packet landed on the other end of the bed.
"What's that?" asked Hermione nervously, looking from the packet to the grinning Slytherin and back again to the packet.
"Draco told me give it to you... Now, open it so I can see what's inside!" said Weasley, and looked curiously at the tiny packet.
"Wait! Does that mean Malfoy didn't trust you enough to tell you what's inside of the packet you should deliver to me?" she could help but smirking. He growled furiously, and she laughed. This was just too good to be true.
"No! I know what's inside; I just don't know what it is!" He replied and looked smug at her.
"So... Let me get this straight, Weasley. You know what's inside this packet..." she held up the packet with her right hand, and waved it at him, "But you don't know what it is?"
"Just open it!" he hissed, and took another step forward.
'Thank god Parvati decided to come out of the bathroom now!' thought Hermione, pretty sure that if they hadn't been interrupted, Weasley would have done something horrible.
"Come on sweetie," squealed Parvati, and pushed Weasley to the door. Hermione noticed a mischievous glint in Parvati eyes, before the door was closed again and she was all alone in the dormitories.
"But I wanted..." yelled Weasley, who Hermione could hear was getting further and further away.
She sighed. Should she open the packet? What if something would explode the minute she opened it? What if it was something horrible? What if...?
'Get over your self Mione,' she thought, and ribbed of the ribbons. What could possible happen? He was not anywhere near, and she knew practical every counter curse that could remove the spell or in some cases a curse.
A small card fell out when she opened the tiny box, and she picked it up.
Granger,
Just a small gift,
There will be more where
that came from, if you do as told!
By the way, love your hair.
D. M.
She tossed the card on the bed, and focused on what was inside the box. A small and beautiful bracelet was placed inside, lying on the blue soft silk pillow. She gasped. What? A bracelet... But why had he given her that? She glared at the silver bracelet, but couldn't find anything suspicious about it.
She took it on, and it started to glow. She felt it burn on her skin, but as quick as it had started to glow, it stopped again. Tiny letters was now engraved on it, and she had to take it closer to actually see what it said.
"Property of Draco Malfoy?" she read. Oh just that? Wait... Property of...
"Property of Draco Malfoy!" she was furious now. How could this happen? She tried to take it of, but it wouldn't open. She sighed. What should she do?
"Okay Mione, just think happy thoughts," she mumbled, but she couldn't come up with any happy thoughts at the moment. And then the tears, that had been threatening to come all day, started to run down her cheeks. This day most definitely sucked!
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