Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter. He's so cute!!! Though in this story he's a total jerk.
A/N: This chappy has more Draco.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Five: SHOCKED !!
Hermione mostly avoided talking to Harry and Ron until class was over. Malfoy whispered something to Neville, which Hermione couldn't make out, then ran off out of class. Neville took his time packing away his things.
"Do you think my nose is more attractive or my ear?" Ron pondered.
Hermione tried not to laugh.
"Your nose, definitely," Harry insisted, smirking. "You have two ears so how can one possible be unique."
"Very true, Harry," Ron nodded.
Hermione had to cover her mouth with both hands to keep in the giggles.
"Maybe we should get out of here," Harry announced, standing up.
Hermione and Ron stood up with him and the three walked out of the Charms room.
"I have to find Dumbledore," Hermione insisted to Harry and Ron, figuring that following him might lead to some clues.
"I'll show you where he is," Harry offered, giving her that strange smirk. "I just happen to know."
Something about that sentence felt wrong. Not that she thought he was lying, but why would Harry know where Dumbledore was at that exact moment. She didn't really want Harry's company anyway, but she figured that she could just get rid of him once he had shown her where to find Dumbledore.
Hermione followed Harry down the corridor. He frequently looked behind them as if he thought someone was following. Hermione stopped looking back after Harry had done it the seventh time. There was nothing ever there. After a few more glances back, Harry stopped and smirked at Hermione.
"That Dumbledore excuse was kinda lame," Harry told her. "I mean, who would want to see Dumbledore. But it did get us away from the crowd. You had me worried in class with all that report stuff."
Hermione was about to ask what in the world he was talking about, when Harry flung open the nearest broom closet and shoved Hermione in. She hit against the back wall, confused. Harry came at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to her's. Hermione tried to squirm but Harry only tightened his grip. Suddenly, his tongue broke through her teeth and swam about in her mouth. Hermione had never been so infuriated. She kicked Harry in the shin, which loosened his grip. Then she pushed passed him and ran into the corridor.
"Hermione, what the bleeding Merlin is wrong with you!" Harry demanded, limping out of the closet.
"HOW DARE YOU!" she yelled, wiping some of Harry's drool off her lip. "Never EVER do that again, you hear me?"
"Baby, what did I do?" Harry asked obliviously.
"You pompous knave!" Hermione cried, smacking Harry hard across the face.
Harry glared at her, then walked away. Hermione went to storm in the other direction, but almost ran into Malfoy. Great! All she needed was the likes of Malfoy. Small clapping came from the little house elf at Malfoy's heel. It was Dobby.
"Wonderfully done," Dobby smiled up at her.
Hermione didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry that we overheard you," Malfoy apologized, smiling kindly. "I'm guessing it was a private argument, but we just happened by-"
Hermione put her hand over her face. Whatever crazy thing was going on had to be fixed. She didn't like it here. She didn't know who to trust and who she was supposed to hate.
"Are you all right?" Malfoy asked in concern. "Should I get a teacher?"
"No," Hermione breathed, trying not to cry. "I'm all right. I'm just so confused. It's not supposed to be like this."
"I think you should sit down," Malfoy insisted. "Let's go to the Great Hall."
Hermione nodded slowly. Malfoy reluctantly put a comforting arm around her, then led her up to he Great Hall. Malfoy sat her down at the Gryffindor table. He and Dobby sat on either sides of her. Hermione rested her head in her hands and glanced over at Malfoy.
"You want to talk about it?" Malfoy suggested, not looking very hopeful.
Hermione shook her head.
"I thought not," Malfoy muttered, looking down at the table, "especially with me."
Malfoy looked sad, which confused Hermione.
"Do you mind if I ask you some dense questions?" Hermione asked him.
"Not usually," Malfoy shrugged.
Hermione decided to let his response go without thought.
"Neville is the one who survived You-Know-Who's curse," Hermione reminded herself. "So, when did you two become friends?"
"Um," Malfoy began, taken aback by the question. "First year. He lost his toad, Trevor, and came into my compartment looking for him. I helped him find it. It was only after that, during the sorting, that I found out he was THE Neville Longbottom. We got sorted into Gryffindor together and have just been friends ever since."
"Why did you help him?" Hermione queried.
"Well, I felt sorry for the bloke," Malfoy shrugged. "He was crawling around the Hogwarts Express, looking for that toad. No one else would help him. As I recall, he asked Potter, Weasley and yourself if you had seen his toad. You guys just laughed at him."
Hermione felt suddenly embarrassed. It hadn't even really been HER that did it, but she still felt guilty.
"After Potter found out that he was Neville Longbottom, he tried to make friends," Malfoy went on. "Neville was too smart for that. After the way Potter and you guys had treated him, he knew you were bad news." Malfoy glanced up at Hermione in regret. "I mean, that Potter was bad news."
"Yeah, I think I learned that today," Hermione sighed.
"You've known him for six years, and it took you until now?" Malfoy said in upset surprise.
"As everyone keeps reminding me, I guess I've been pretty dense," Hermione muttered, leaning forward on the table.
"You aren't dense," Malfoy insisted. "You're just....naive."
Hermione had to smile. Malfoy was defending her counterpart's cruel behavior.
"Malfoy," Hermione began.
"You can call me Draco," Malfoy muttered, watching her nervously.
Hermione wasn't sure she was ready to call him by his first name just yet. "Why are you so nice?"
"Excuse me," Malfoy laughed in embarrassment.
Hermione guessed that wasn't the best way to put the question.
"Why aren't you like your dad?" Hermione asked, but then she figured if everyone was opposite, then Mr. Malfoy would be too.
"My dad?" Malfoy repeated in surprise. "Well, I never really knew my dad. He was killed along with my mum when I was one-year-old."
Hermione gazed off in thought. Malfoy's parents were dead? That would explain why he wasn't malicious like he was in her world. But why would his parents be dead in this world and not her own?
"If you don't mind me asking," Hermione proceeded cautiously, "how did they die?"
Malfoy took a sharp breath, then told her. "You know that Death Eater attack fifteen years ago? My parents were both there. I was there, too, as a matter of fact. If it hadn't been for James Potter, I'd be dead along with them. Unfortunately, James didn't survive the attack."
"Oh," Hermione muttered lowly. Then she remembered that Harry had threatened to tell his father on Filch. If James Potter had died fifteen years ago, then who was Harry calling his father?
"You know all this, though," Malfoy insisted. "After all, your mother was killed there too."
"MY MUM?!" Hermione gasped.
A/N: This chappy has more Draco.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Five: SHOCKED !!
Hermione mostly avoided talking to Harry and Ron until class was over. Malfoy whispered something to Neville, which Hermione couldn't make out, then ran off out of class. Neville took his time packing away his things.
"Do you think my nose is more attractive or my ear?" Ron pondered.
Hermione tried not to laugh.
"Your nose, definitely," Harry insisted, smirking. "You have two ears so how can one possible be unique."
"Very true, Harry," Ron nodded.
Hermione had to cover her mouth with both hands to keep in the giggles.
"Maybe we should get out of here," Harry announced, standing up.
Hermione and Ron stood up with him and the three walked out of the Charms room.
"I have to find Dumbledore," Hermione insisted to Harry and Ron, figuring that following him might lead to some clues.
"I'll show you where he is," Harry offered, giving her that strange smirk. "I just happen to know."
Something about that sentence felt wrong. Not that she thought he was lying, but why would Harry know where Dumbledore was at that exact moment. She didn't really want Harry's company anyway, but she figured that she could just get rid of him once he had shown her where to find Dumbledore.
Hermione followed Harry down the corridor. He frequently looked behind them as if he thought someone was following. Hermione stopped looking back after Harry had done it the seventh time. There was nothing ever there. After a few more glances back, Harry stopped and smirked at Hermione.
"That Dumbledore excuse was kinda lame," Harry told her. "I mean, who would want to see Dumbledore. But it did get us away from the crowd. You had me worried in class with all that report stuff."
Hermione was about to ask what in the world he was talking about, when Harry flung open the nearest broom closet and shoved Hermione in. She hit against the back wall, confused. Harry came at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to her's. Hermione tried to squirm but Harry only tightened his grip. Suddenly, his tongue broke through her teeth and swam about in her mouth. Hermione had never been so infuriated. She kicked Harry in the shin, which loosened his grip. Then she pushed passed him and ran into the corridor.
"Hermione, what the bleeding Merlin is wrong with you!" Harry demanded, limping out of the closet.
"HOW DARE YOU!" she yelled, wiping some of Harry's drool off her lip. "Never EVER do that again, you hear me?"
"Baby, what did I do?" Harry asked obliviously.
"You pompous knave!" Hermione cried, smacking Harry hard across the face.
Harry glared at her, then walked away. Hermione went to storm in the other direction, but almost ran into Malfoy. Great! All she needed was the likes of Malfoy. Small clapping came from the little house elf at Malfoy's heel. It was Dobby.
"Wonderfully done," Dobby smiled up at her.
Hermione didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry that we overheard you," Malfoy apologized, smiling kindly. "I'm guessing it was a private argument, but we just happened by-"
Hermione put her hand over her face. Whatever crazy thing was going on had to be fixed. She didn't like it here. She didn't know who to trust and who she was supposed to hate.
"Are you all right?" Malfoy asked in concern. "Should I get a teacher?"
"No," Hermione breathed, trying not to cry. "I'm all right. I'm just so confused. It's not supposed to be like this."
"I think you should sit down," Malfoy insisted. "Let's go to the Great Hall."
Hermione nodded slowly. Malfoy reluctantly put a comforting arm around her, then led her up to he Great Hall. Malfoy sat her down at the Gryffindor table. He and Dobby sat on either sides of her. Hermione rested her head in her hands and glanced over at Malfoy.
"You want to talk about it?" Malfoy suggested, not looking very hopeful.
Hermione shook her head.
"I thought not," Malfoy muttered, looking down at the table, "especially with me."
Malfoy looked sad, which confused Hermione.
"Do you mind if I ask you some dense questions?" Hermione asked him.
"Not usually," Malfoy shrugged.
Hermione decided to let his response go without thought.
"Neville is the one who survived You-Know-Who's curse," Hermione reminded herself. "So, when did you two become friends?"
"Um," Malfoy began, taken aback by the question. "First year. He lost his toad, Trevor, and came into my compartment looking for him. I helped him find it. It was only after that, during the sorting, that I found out he was THE Neville Longbottom. We got sorted into Gryffindor together and have just been friends ever since."
"Why did you help him?" Hermione queried.
"Well, I felt sorry for the bloke," Malfoy shrugged. "He was crawling around the Hogwarts Express, looking for that toad. No one else would help him. As I recall, he asked Potter, Weasley and yourself if you had seen his toad. You guys just laughed at him."
Hermione felt suddenly embarrassed. It hadn't even really been HER that did it, but she still felt guilty.
"After Potter found out that he was Neville Longbottom, he tried to make friends," Malfoy went on. "Neville was too smart for that. After the way Potter and you guys had treated him, he knew you were bad news." Malfoy glanced up at Hermione in regret. "I mean, that Potter was bad news."
"Yeah, I think I learned that today," Hermione sighed.
"You've known him for six years, and it took you until now?" Malfoy said in upset surprise.
"As everyone keeps reminding me, I guess I've been pretty dense," Hermione muttered, leaning forward on the table.
"You aren't dense," Malfoy insisted. "You're just....naive."
Hermione had to smile. Malfoy was defending her counterpart's cruel behavior.
"Malfoy," Hermione began.
"You can call me Draco," Malfoy muttered, watching her nervously.
Hermione wasn't sure she was ready to call him by his first name just yet. "Why are you so nice?"
"Excuse me," Malfoy laughed in embarrassment.
Hermione guessed that wasn't the best way to put the question.
"Why aren't you like your dad?" Hermione asked, but then she figured if everyone was opposite, then Mr. Malfoy would be too.
"My dad?" Malfoy repeated in surprise. "Well, I never really knew my dad. He was killed along with my mum when I was one-year-old."
Hermione gazed off in thought. Malfoy's parents were dead? That would explain why he wasn't malicious like he was in her world. But why would his parents be dead in this world and not her own?
"If you don't mind me asking," Hermione proceeded cautiously, "how did they die?"
Malfoy took a sharp breath, then told her. "You know that Death Eater attack fifteen years ago? My parents were both there. I was there, too, as a matter of fact. If it hadn't been for James Potter, I'd be dead along with them. Unfortunately, James didn't survive the attack."
"Oh," Hermione muttered lowly. Then she remembered that Harry had threatened to tell his father on Filch. If James Potter had died fifteen years ago, then who was Harry calling his father?
"You know all this, though," Malfoy insisted. "After all, your mother was killed there too."
"MY MUM?!" Hermione gasped.