Chapter 9

Snape finished the lectureand everyone began to put their notes away. Hermione stood up and noticed as Snape motioned for her to stay put. He obviously wants to finish our little conversation. Screw him. She glared at him for a few seconds and then hefted her bag up onto her shouloder and turned to walk out of the class. She paused, distracted briefly by a falcon flying into the room and dropping a letter off to the person sitting next to her. A hand grabbed hold of her wrist and pushed the bandage up past the elbow to unveil the scars of the summer.

"Merlin, Mione. What happened to you?" Ron asked as Harry stared at the scars next to him. She angrily jerked her arm out of his grasp.

"None of your bloody blusiness Ron. Why don't you and Harry go away and play on your brooms some more!" she hissed.

Ron's face slowly began to turn red and he opened his mouth to say something he would most likely regret later when a voice interrupted them and washed over her like a cool breeze.

"Well if it isn't Potter and the Weasel. Trying to figure out how fast it will take to bore poor Hermione to death with all the details of your pathetic summer?" the silver tongued Slytherin devil asked from the other side of the asile.

"Don't you dare insult Hermione like that Malfoy!" Ron shouted.

Hermione closed her eyes and shook her head as Draco's mouth hung open slightly in shock.

"I wasn't insulting her you dimwit, I was insulting you and Potter there. Merlin, sometimes you seem thicker than Crabbe and Goyle. At least Hermione was worth insulting, she at least could make up a witty comeback." he said shaking his head.

Giving up Draco sauntered over to her and gave her a hug. "See you in the morning Mione. Remember you promised to eat breakfast with me." He winked at her and walked back to the desk she had been sharing with her potions partner and picked up the notebook he had left behind before exiting the class with his tell tale smirk. That felt good. I really should play on those two's dumb intellect more often. It's kind of like having Saturday morning cartoons come on during the week when you least expect it.

Harry and Ron turned around slowly to Hermione.

"What the bloody hell?" Ron shouted.

Harry just stood there looking incredulous until he managed to finally find his voice. "And to think we thought that you sitting next to him in the past few classes was just a fluke. Some odd way the classroom had filled up. But you wanted to sit next to him all along. You would rather sit next to your enemy than your friends. Hell your're probably fucking him too. Is that how you got to go on your little holiday this past summer Hermione? You got to tag along with Malfoy as long as you gave some up at the end of the night?"

Hermione shook her head her anger rising slowly inside her.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley why don't you go on ahead to the dorm. I need to speak to Miss. Snape about her head duties if you please." said Professor McGonagall as she walked into the potions classroom and interrupted the fight that she was sure was about to break out.

"Snape." Harry hissed at her.

"Yes, Snape, Harry. I told you I was adopted didn't I? Oh wait, you two were both so busy being prats that you probably didn't even read the letters I owled you this summer telling you about it. Oh well, if you will excuse me I need to speak with Professor McGonagall." she spun on her heel and followed the Transfiguration teacher out of the class and down the hall to the stairs that led up to her office.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor for bothering my daughter Potter." Professor Snape's voice rang out as he passed the two boys who were still standing in the doorway with murderous looks on their faces.

Continued in Chapter 10...