Mean and Nice?
This is a HG/DM fanfic so if you have a problem with that then don't read this. Yes, it's that simple! Yay. Heh.
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Hermione woke up first and went to the kitchens to get her a coffee. She took a long warm shower and went to the Library to get a few books to read. When she came back she settled down on the floor reading a book. It was already 3 in the afternoon.
Draco woke up 10 minutes later staring at her wondering what she was doing sitting on the floor and reading. He just shook his head and glared at her.
"What are you doing?" He raised his eyebrow sneering.
"Now I know about you... Bad attitude in the morning." Hermione said not looking up at him.
"WHAT? No!" He glared at her.
"Hmm right. I'm reading. Even though we are still going on with this program doesn't mean I can't do the things I like." She told him and looked up at him.
His hair looked messed up and was looking down. It didn't look really bad on him but she was used to his hair being gelled up and everything like that. He looked at her with sleepy eyes and his lips were really dry.
She smiled at him trying not to laugh or anything. He looked really cute in the morning. She went back to her reading and went out of the Common Room when Draco kicked her out to change in new robes.
"Come in or stay OUT." Draco said to her.
Hermione walked back and sat on the bed next to him. There was really nothing to do. She didn't want to go to Hogsmeade again. She didn't want to see Gil for a while. She wanted to talk to him later.
"Are you bored?" Draco asked.
"Of course I am." Hermione sighed.
"Good." He smirked.
"Why is it good?" Hermione turned to him.
"It just is."
Hermione rolled her eyes. She was thinking that may she could go in the Gryffindor Common Room and see Harry or Ron there. She might get in trouble but she just wanted to see them because she was bored. When she got up she got pulled down from Draco.
"What?" Hermione stared at him.
"Where do YOU think YOU are going?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Gryffindor Common Room..." She answered raising her eyebrows.
"Ah, no. I rather want you to stay here." He grinned evilly.
"ALWAYS ruin my MOMENTS, don't you?" She gritted and sat on the floor.
"It's my job." Draco sneered.
"And what are we going to do? Because I'm sure, of you, that I will not, I do REFUSE, to stay in YOUR room the whole damn day." Hermione glared.
"We are going to play Quidditch with my friends." Draco raised his eyebrows at her and smirked as he got up.
She opened her mouth to say something but it was no use. He was going to drag her a long whether she wanted to go or not. He was really like that. She sighed and saw him getting his broom. "This is going to be a long day." Hermione thought standing up and saw him reaching for something else.
"I brought your broom too. So you know, won't feel left out." Draco said with no expression.
"That's so nice of you... Even though I don't enjoy playing it much, at all..." Hermione mumbled the last sentence and took her broom from him.
She followed him to the Quidditch field where they Draco's friends where playing already. They were really good. She couldn't play with them. She knew the game and everything. She was a just okay flyer. She only went to the flying class in 1st year and did just good enough but not great like them or Draco.
Draco got on his broom and went near his friends. He turned around looking at her. His friends sneered at him and told him something that Hermione couldn't hear. She rolled her eyes holding her broom.
"You brought the Mudblood!" a brown haired boy laughed.
"I had to and you all brought your little buddies here." Draco glared and eyed there matchings who sat on the ground far.
"She's actually going to play?" he stared at him not believing.
"Yes just to make her miserable." Draco smirked at her and flew down there. "Can you even fly?"
"Yes but... not very good." She said turning to the side trying not to look at his face.
"Well just follow along okay? Get up already." Draco told her.
She got on her broom and got up as high as Draco did. She was afraid of heights but she didn't want that to show. Draco went higher and she did. She didn't try to look down but at some point she accidentally did.
Hermione felt herself sweat with worry-ness hoping one of his friends wouldn't knock her off. Not really knowing them they would probably do that just to hurt her and everything because she's a Mudblood.
She had a good grip on her broom but her hands kept slipping off because of how sweaty they were. She just wished that this would be over soon. They were going to play the Slytherins against the Mudblood.
She groaned as people hit her on purpose. Hermione flew up higher and people just followed her. She was really close to falling off those times. She glared at them and dived down to get away from everyone.
It was kind of hard to stop at the speed she was going which made it really well for them not to catch up. Draco was just trying to get the Snitch. Hermione wondered if they stole it and everything because you sure couldn't buy those or as she thought.
"Come on, Mudblood, go faster." sneered a girl who just laughed in her face and hit Hermione's broom in an odd place.
Hermione couldn't control where she was going. She went backwards towards and hit something solid, something stone like. It was one of those building thingies, whatever you called them. The broom got stuck as well as her foot. She fell down and hanged on the broom. She smashed against the solid thing and reached for her aching head. Her broom was broken and went in the solid thing. There was a big dent right there.
The brown haired boy was up to her close. Draco and other people stared at her. The boy pulled her foot out. Her eyes widen and she started to fall head first down. She started to spin down for some reason. Her hair and robe were flying up. She was hopeless. She screamed so loudly.
The only thing she heard was people laughing at her and Draco's laugh too. She only saw the ground. Her eyes swelled up with tears hoping she wasn't really going to get hurt. Hermione hated them. She hated them all. Any second she would be landing on the ground. Then suddenly she didn't. She landed upward and faced them all.
Her face was scared and filled with hurt. Her eyes were so water. Her cheeks were red. She didn't bother to look at her broom. Hermione had a feeling she wouldn't be getting it back in good shape. She decided to just let that go.
She ran off crying to Hogwarts trying to get away, not like they cared. A few people shooting hexes and curses from a certain height for a joke and to scare her. Some of them actually hit her but she went off away.
Hermione fell to the ground when she got into Draco's dormitory. She fell unconscious after a few minutes.
It was dark and lonely where I was. Like the other dreams I had or was it just some sort of thing I remembered from a time. I couldn't. That wasn't just possible. I looked and saw Voldemort there. I took a few steps back but he didn't seem to notice me or even hear me try to walk away.
The feeling wasn't right. What was happening and where was I, actually? Somewhere where Voldemort hung out I thought but that didn't seem true. I saw Deatheaters saying stuff to Voldemort but nothing was coming out of there mouths. That just couldn't be happening.
"He did what?!" Voldemort yelled looking very angry.
"Yes, Dark Lord. He did that." said a Deatheater.
"He thought he wasn't ready. He wasn't right then. We know where he is. We could show you. We could bring him to you. We could kill him." said another.
"Bring him here where I could have a little talk with him." Voldemort glared at them.
"Yes, Dark Lord." said the first Deatheater.
They walked away and I some how floated away. I stood in front of this castle house looking place. Someone who lived here must have been real rich. I walked up there following the group of Deatheaters. I wasn't actually walking. I was like... being pulled in.
However that meant, it felt strange. Strange to think about it. Strange to know. It gave me chills up my shines and hair on my neck stand up. I didn't like it. What was happening wasn't what I ever wanted to be in of what I saw and heard.
I just wanted to leave and go back of wherever I was before. But I kept being pulled in and in, more of in, and everything of that. It made me curious though. Who was him and the other guy they were talking about?
They probably did something really wrong and they were really going to pay. Was this really my business though? I didn't really need to know this, did I? Would it do much good for me?
For all I know, Voldemort was probably going to hurt him and kill him at the end. I just didn't want to see it, I mean, who would even want to anyway? I heard a male scream and I paid more attention to the scenes then my thoughts.
My mind was racing and I saw a lot of pictures in front of people. A Deatheater there, a Deatheater here, and they seemed like they were everything. I was near the staircase. I saw someone being carried out. The cloaks of what the Deatheater was wearing was hanging over the person.
"Did you kill him!?" groaned a Deatheater. "It better not happen like last time, that curse the Dark Lord did on me hurt like hell and it was your fault!"
"No, I just stunned him and he's unconscious. The last time was on accident you idiot!" The Deatheater yelled.
"Whatever we need to go before HE gets angry with us."
I floated out of the house behind them all and went back to that place. Voldemort was smirking as they all walked forward. The Deatheater dropped the man. I looked closely as possibly. He looked familiar.
It was mostly his hair though. It was white and it couldn't have. Was it Mr. Malfoy? Lucius? What did he do? Did it invole Draco? What is going on? I really need to know. Was this a sign of something?
It couldn't be a vision... Those things wouldn't happen to a Mudblood like me, would it? Was this the future. Was this even true. Did someone put a charm on me to make me think of these things.
Dream of these things as they were real. Was it? It couldn't be possible. But everything seemed possible for witches and wizards. Almost every single thing I could think was possible to do. It certainly was.
One of the Deatheaters kicked him to wake him up. He groaned and looked up wide eyed to see Voldemort and Deatheaters right there looking at him. He reached for his head and he stood up reaching for his wand.
"It wasn't what you thought..." He glared and got cut off.
It was too late! Voldemort killed him! And why!? I don't know why! I might never know! It wasn't such a good sight to see it! It made me even feel a bit sorry for him! Could it be the future or one of my dreams! It had to be the future, it had to be!
"Go get his son!" Voldemort yelled at them.
Hermione opened her eyes and screamed, "Mr. Malfoy got killed!"
A few people surrounded her. It was this boy she didn't even know, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Draco, and a few other people. Draco took a few steps back and stared at her.
"Miss. Granger! Miss. Granger! Calm down, dear!" Madam Pomfrey said.
"I had this dream..." Hermione breathed. "Voldemort got mad at what he did. He did something he wasn't supposed to do. He killed him! He told his Deatheaters to get Draco!"
"Miss. Granger, don't you think it's just a dream?" Madam Pomfrey tried to calm her down.
"It could be true." said Harry. "I had one of those 'dreams' before."
"Hmm... I will go and talk to Dumbledore. All of you go to back to your Common Rooms!" Madam Pomfrey told them and left.
"I'm the one who brought you here." said the boy on the side. "I was going to see if I could borrow something of Draco's and saw you unconscious. You better get going."
Hermione got out of the bed and reached for her head. It really hurt still. It was from that dream with so many thoughts going through her head and from that little broom incident. She walked slowly to the Common Room with Draco behind her.
She sat on the bed kind of terrified. "What if something bad happens?" she thought.
"Was the room really cold and dark?" Draco suddenly asked.
Hermione turned to him. He didn't look mean of any sort. He didn't mean it in a stupid way or anything like that. She saw him frowning. She stared at him and nodded her head slowly.
"How would you know?" She asked.
"I got that dream a few weeks ago." Draco told her being calm.
"Draco!"-He really looked at her then-"How stupid can you be?! Why didn't you tell Dumbledore!" She practically yelled.
"I'm never going to see Dumbledore, okay!" He glared.
"You will need to. Sometime. Somewhere. I bet you that." She said.
"I don't need that nutcase!" He told her.
"He's really nice, intelligent, and powerful!" She gritted. "Anyway did you plan that stupid Quidditch thing? Is my broom still out there? Did you personally want me to cry in front of your friends and get hurt?"
She said everything to fast and confused Draco for a few minutes. "I didn't plan that, well I did, but not that part of stuff of you in it. No, I brought it back. What you really got hurt? You cried?"
"Don't act stupid with me." She lessened her eyes on him.
"I'm not." He said angrily.
"Right, but I did. I'm afraid of heights. I got hit with 3 or 4 curses and hexes." Hermione said
"Why didn't you say so, Mudblood!?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"I thought you weren't supposed to call me Mudblood, Ferret-Face." Hermione said angry looking at the ground.
"Well I don't care. I can call you whatever I want!" He said getting up but tripping over his broom.
Hermione stifled a giggle that quickly turned into a laugh. She looked at him in the same position with his legs over the broom and he was slouching down glaring at her. She bit on her lips and closed her eyes acting like she didn't laugh before.