Mudblood
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own anything J.K. Rowling already does. Rating: PG-13 for language, mature themes, and mild references to sex. (haha its going to take me a long time to get there!) A/N: Presenting chapter six! Also I have bad news; my internet is being shut down today so it's going to be harder to post chapters but I'll try ok! Anyways here it is!
Hermione entered the library with thoughts spinning around in her head; she had accidentally walked into an empty classroom where Harry and Ron were talking to their girlfriends.
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"...And when Harry told her she threw a huge fit!" Ron had finished telling the two girls about what had happened the night before.
Hermione hid behind a bookcase as the four of them entered.
"So would you mind if we just went and tried to talk to her?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry we do mind," Erin said pouting at him. "I mean come on; you were going to ditch her anyways."
"Yeah but..." Ron started.
"Ron why don't you just let her figure it out for herself, she is a know-it- all. Besides she's just jealous that you two have us, maybe when she finally figures out that no guy will ever want her she'll come crawling back to your friendship," Maria finished.
"That's not..." Harry had tried to say but Erin already had him by the sleeve.
"Come on Harry, you know its true, just forget about it! You're always complaining how she makes you do your homework! Let's go!"
Hermione wanted to jump out and state her case but the four were already gone.
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Now she was in the library, confused and mixed emotions welling up inside her, she would try to push them away by reading a book.
Emotions only get in the way, she reminded herself.
No one in Slytherin was staying behind; Draco was left alone for a change, and he liked it.
Ah, this feels nice, he thought as he sat down in one of the velvet green armchairs in the common room.
Then he remembered his grades, if he didn't start working now he would dig himself into a deeper hole then he was all ready in. Grumbling, he got up and went to get his books.
An hour later Draco had finished his Potions homework, and was starting on Transfiguration, when he decided he needed a break. No one was in the school, and if anyone was they were probably in detention because no one ever liked to miss a Hogsmeade trip. Draco decided he would take this to his advantage and check out a couple of books he had wanted to read; it would be better that no one saw him browsing in the muggle section.
"What started me liking all this muggle stuff?" He asked himself. He would never admit reading literature written by muggles or listening to muggle music groups, it would be treason to his dignity.
He walked into the library and went straight to the muggle section, looking for his favorite book; however, it wasn't there.
"Who would take..." he started to wonder he heard a snort of laughter and whirled around. Seeing no one he walked quickly out of the muggle section and over to the armchairs near the window.
There sat Hermione, curled up in an armchair, lost in the world of books she was reading Shakespeare's works, his book.
I wonder why she's here, he thought before saying something to her.
"Well, well, well Granger," he drawled, "I'm surprised to see your nose in something other then school books."
Wrenched out of her world Hermione looked up, a startled look crossing her features, however it was soon replaced with a glare.
"Hmm, interesting Malfoy," she started her voice was icy; "I didn't think you would recognize that this wasn't school related, unless of course, you've been secretly reading muggle books." She finished glaring at him.
Man, she was quick, but not quick enough.
"Don't flatter yourself Granger; I would never dirty my mind by reading something written by your kind. I'm a bit more surprised you seem to have forgotten that in muggle studies we went over their famous authors."
Hermione instantly flushed as she threw him a glare.
"So why aren't you at Hogsmeade?" he asked her.
"Shut up Malfoy, it's none of your business."
"Are you here because Potter and Weasley got detention and you have no other friends to go with?"
"I...said...shut...up." Hermione growled her face was red with anger.
Obviously something had happened between the three, and Draco wanted to find out.
"Or," he said in mock baby tone, "Did they find someone better then you to go hang out with?"
He had hit the jackpot.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP MALFOY!" She yelled as she stood, one fist clenched and the other clutching the book.
"Language, Granger, language, the librarian is out on lunch break but she could return real soon if she hears someone yelling."
"Shut the hell up and get away from me you arrogant ass hole." She didn't yell this time.
"Getting a little nasty now, I wouldn't imagine someone like you to use the language you are now."
"You don't know one thing about me. Now if you're not going to leave I will."
Draco blocked her path.
"You never answered my question; where are Potter and Weasley?" he asked, he wouldn't let her go just yet, he was having way to much fun playing with her.
Her mask of anger faded, and she suddenly looked hurt and worn.
"They're in Hogsmeade, ok Malfoy, are you happy now? You know where they are now so will you please leave me alone." She sighed, her eyes started to swell up in tears.
Since when did she give up so easily? Something was really bothering her, and for some strange reason he wanted to help.
'What?! No I don't want to help her, she can go cry her heart out, what do you care!?' Draco thought to himself angry that he thought he could help her.
Looking up to insult her one last time, he noticed she was already gone.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
Hermione had made it up to her room without crying; now that she was there she threw herself onto the bed sobs racking her body. She hated how she kept her emotions inside! Someone or something always found a way to set them off, causing her to end up like this. If Malfoy had never entered the library she would have been fine! The books would have comforted her, they always did. But no, Malfoy had to come and press the subject even harder, and now because of him she was here, crying her eyes out. Wiping her eyes as she sat up, she decided just to stay in her room for the rest of the day, she could paint eat chocolate, or she could read the sappy romance novels hidden under her bed, she had enough to do.
Hours later after finishing a painting of the lake, two romance novels, and 3 bars of chocolate, Hermione realized that it was time for dinner. All the students would be back by now and she wasn't looking forward to being with her fellow Gryffindors; Lavender and Parvati had probably already spread the news about her outburst through the whole house, she really didn't need people asking what was wrong.
An idea suddenly popped into her mind, "I'll go eat in the kitchens! That way I don't have to see everyone and I can eat whatever I want!" with her mind made up she walked down to the kitchens making sure no one saw her. Tickling the pear she entered the vast room full of pots and pans, one of the house elves rushed up to her.
"How can I help you miss?" it squeaked. "Well I was just in here..." Hermione started to say before she was cut off by the house elves voice.
"Are you here to meet Mr. Malfoy?" it asked.
"What? I..." Hermione asked, and then she noticed Malfoy sitting at one of the tables, a classic smirk plastered on his face.
"We shall go get you friends a plate of food miss!" the house elf squeaked and ran off.
"But I don't, we're not." Hermione didn't finish
"Why don't you just sit down Granger, it wouldn't be very nice of you to refuse the poor little elves would it?" Malfoy drawled from his seat.
To tired and hungry to resist Hermione sat down with a "humph" next to Malfoy.
"So, he said we seem to be running into each other a lot today, can't get enough of my can you?" Malfoy said
"Put a sock in it." She shot back. Lucky for her the house elves rushed over with two steaming plates of food.
"Thank you very much." Hermione said softly to them.
"Is this all?" Malfoy asked looking down at his plate. The house elves blushed and started to wring their hands.
"Well you see sir..." one started to say but Hermione cut him off.
"Malfoy!" she exclaimed, "how rude can you get?!" she glared at him turning to the house elf she smiled and said, "This is more than enough, no need to worry we're fine, you can go now." They vanished with small pops after wishing them a pleasant night.
"What the hell Granger I'm hungry!" Malfoy spat
"Just because you get a banquet at your home doesn't mean you get one here." She spat back, "Besides if you wanted so much food then why didn't you go to the Great Hall with the others?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing Granger." Was all he said before he started digging into his food.
They spent their meal in silence, thank Merlin for Hermione; she wasn't sure if she could stand talking to Malfoy. As she finished her dessert she looked down at her watch it was already 11:15 and weekend curfew was at 11.
"Had we been eating that long?" she thought to herself
"Malfoy we need to leave." She told him as she got up.
"There is no 'we' Granger; I can leave whenever I want to." He replied as he finished his meal.
"Not if you want to get a detention from Filch, its 11:15."
He looked down at his watch, glaring at her he got up.
"Fine then." He said as he followed her out the door.
Walking briskly down the corridor, Hermione wondered to herself why Malfoy had also been eating in the kitchens. Before she had a chance to turn around and ask him she saw Mrs.Norris, Filch's cat walking down the corridor towards them meowing.
"Shit." She and Malfoy said at the same time, they both started to run. Before she knew what was happening she was pulled behind a tapestry into a tight enclosed space, pressed up against Malfoy's body.
"What the hell Malfoy..." she started to say but his hand quickly covered her mouth.
"What is it my pretty?" she heard Filch cooing to his cat, "Are some little buggers out of bed?"
Hermione realized that Malfoy was saving their butts, if Filch caught the out them out this late they had a one way ticket to detention. Yet this, this was just plain weird she was pressed up against her worst enemy in the strangest position; he head was at level with his shoulders and her hands were up against his chest, to anyone who didn't know what was going on it would look like...
Looking up at Malfoy who was staring at something on the wall behind her, she noticed how much he had changed over the years. He was no longer scrawny and small, but had grown a few inches and towered over her. Quidditch had given him muscle and she could feel the firmness of his chest as his breathing calmed from their sprint. His blonde hair had been freed from the restraining gel and it fell slightly into his eyes. He was actually starting to look good, maybe even... Wait, was she just thinking about Malfoy in a good way? Her disturbing thoughts were broken as she heard Filch stalk away.
Malfoy removed his hand from her mouth with a disgusted look on his face she roughly pushed her out of the nook and started furiously wiping his hand on his robes.
"Well," he sneered, "aren't you going to thank me?"
"For what?" no way she did not want to thank him.
"Saving your arse is what." He replied coolness in his eyes.
"Thank you Malfoy" Hermione said like it was forced.
The trademark smirk flashed upon his face, "Never thought you would be thanking me Granger."
"Oh believe me, I won't be, the only reason you got that was because I, unlike you, have manners." With that she walked away.
"What a stupid prat." She thought.
"Stupid bitch." Draco thought as Hermione walked away. He had just saved her neck and she barely even thanked him! Thinking back to being so close to her in the little space gave him an uneasy feeling. He had tried to keep his eyes focused on the wall behind her, but his nose couldn't help catching the coconut scent of her shampoo, he loved coconut. A/N: I love coconut!!! Yummy!
"Ugg," he thought, "what's been up with me lately? I seem to find myself thinking about Granger in ways that are civil." Then he said aloud, "Don't answer that." To his mind that was waiting to play games with him, luckily it left him alone.
Monday came and Hermione still wasn't talking to Harry and Ron, she had her reasons though, they hadn't even noticed her! She was sitting right next to them in Potions and they were acting like she wasn't there! It hurt but she wouldn't let is show.
"They've probably been brain washed by those two bimbos." she thought to herself as Snape entered the room in his usual manor.
"I seemed to have made a mistake with your potions project," he started to explain to the class, "it occurred to me that you are all doing different potions therefore some of them take more time to brew then others. Because of this we will have to wait months before presenting the projects; some of you I realize are already done. Hence forth I am assigning more work to be done between each pair of partners; and no" he said to a group of Slytherins who had started to pair up, "you will not be choosing who you work with, you will do the work with your current partner who as a matter of fact is now your potions partner for the rest of the year, you will work in and outside of class with together."
In response to Snape's information, the class groaned.
"Great," Hermione thought to herself, "I'm stuck with Malfoy for everything!" Groaning she walked over to start the day's assignment.
"This day can't get any worse." She muttered under her breath. Little did she know, it could.
A/N: ok I don't really like this chapter but oh well later! sorry that everything is messed up I really can't fix it because THE MOVERS ARE HERE! I think you all know when it changes scenes so those of you who review please don't flame me or anything for this chapter, I just really wanted to post it for you guys!
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I don't own anything J.K. Rowling already does. Rating: PG-13 for language, mature themes, and mild references to sex. (haha its going to take me a long time to get there!) A/N: Presenting chapter six! Also I have bad news; my internet is being shut down today so it's going to be harder to post chapters but I'll try ok! Anyways here it is!
Hermione entered the library with thoughts spinning around in her head; she had accidentally walked into an empty classroom where Harry and Ron were talking to their girlfriends.
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"...And when Harry told her she threw a huge fit!" Ron had finished telling the two girls about what had happened the night before.
Hermione hid behind a bookcase as the four of them entered.
"So would you mind if we just went and tried to talk to her?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry we do mind," Erin said pouting at him. "I mean come on; you were going to ditch her anyways."
"Yeah but..." Ron started.
"Ron why don't you just let her figure it out for herself, she is a know-it- all. Besides she's just jealous that you two have us, maybe when she finally figures out that no guy will ever want her she'll come crawling back to your friendship," Maria finished.
"That's not..." Harry had tried to say but Erin already had him by the sleeve.
"Come on Harry, you know its true, just forget about it! You're always complaining how she makes you do your homework! Let's go!"
Hermione wanted to jump out and state her case but the four were already gone.
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Now she was in the library, confused and mixed emotions welling up inside her, she would try to push them away by reading a book.
Emotions only get in the way, she reminded herself.
No one in Slytherin was staying behind; Draco was left alone for a change, and he liked it.
Ah, this feels nice, he thought as he sat down in one of the velvet green armchairs in the common room.
Then he remembered his grades, if he didn't start working now he would dig himself into a deeper hole then he was all ready in. Grumbling, he got up and went to get his books.
An hour later Draco had finished his Potions homework, and was starting on Transfiguration, when he decided he needed a break. No one was in the school, and if anyone was they were probably in detention because no one ever liked to miss a Hogsmeade trip. Draco decided he would take this to his advantage and check out a couple of books he had wanted to read; it would be better that no one saw him browsing in the muggle section.
"What started me liking all this muggle stuff?" He asked himself. He would never admit reading literature written by muggles or listening to muggle music groups, it would be treason to his dignity.
He walked into the library and went straight to the muggle section, looking for his favorite book; however, it wasn't there.
"Who would take..." he started to wonder he heard a snort of laughter and whirled around. Seeing no one he walked quickly out of the muggle section and over to the armchairs near the window.
There sat Hermione, curled up in an armchair, lost in the world of books she was reading Shakespeare's works, his book.
I wonder why she's here, he thought before saying something to her.
"Well, well, well Granger," he drawled, "I'm surprised to see your nose in something other then school books."
Wrenched out of her world Hermione looked up, a startled look crossing her features, however it was soon replaced with a glare.
"Hmm, interesting Malfoy," she started her voice was icy; "I didn't think you would recognize that this wasn't school related, unless of course, you've been secretly reading muggle books." She finished glaring at him.
Man, she was quick, but not quick enough.
"Don't flatter yourself Granger; I would never dirty my mind by reading something written by your kind. I'm a bit more surprised you seem to have forgotten that in muggle studies we went over their famous authors."
Hermione instantly flushed as she threw him a glare.
"So why aren't you at Hogsmeade?" he asked her.
"Shut up Malfoy, it's none of your business."
"Are you here because Potter and Weasley got detention and you have no other friends to go with?"
"I...said...shut...up." Hermione growled her face was red with anger.
Obviously something had happened between the three, and Draco wanted to find out.
"Or," he said in mock baby tone, "Did they find someone better then you to go hang out with?"
He had hit the jackpot.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP MALFOY!" She yelled as she stood, one fist clenched and the other clutching the book.
"Language, Granger, language, the librarian is out on lunch break but she could return real soon if she hears someone yelling."
"Shut the hell up and get away from me you arrogant ass hole." She didn't yell this time.
"Getting a little nasty now, I wouldn't imagine someone like you to use the language you are now."
"You don't know one thing about me. Now if you're not going to leave I will."
Draco blocked her path.
"You never answered my question; where are Potter and Weasley?" he asked, he wouldn't let her go just yet, he was having way to much fun playing with her.
Her mask of anger faded, and she suddenly looked hurt and worn.
"They're in Hogsmeade, ok Malfoy, are you happy now? You know where they are now so will you please leave me alone." She sighed, her eyes started to swell up in tears.
Since when did she give up so easily? Something was really bothering her, and for some strange reason he wanted to help.
'What?! No I don't want to help her, she can go cry her heart out, what do you care!?' Draco thought to himself angry that he thought he could help her.
Looking up to insult her one last time, he noticed she was already gone.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
Hermione had made it up to her room without crying; now that she was there she threw herself onto the bed sobs racking her body. She hated how she kept her emotions inside! Someone or something always found a way to set them off, causing her to end up like this. If Malfoy had never entered the library she would have been fine! The books would have comforted her, they always did. But no, Malfoy had to come and press the subject even harder, and now because of him she was here, crying her eyes out. Wiping her eyes as she sat up, she decided just to stay in her room for the rest of the day, she could paint eat chocolate, or she could read the sappy romance novels hidden under her bed, she had enough to do.
Hours later after finishing a painting of the lake, two romance novels, and 3 bars of chocolate, Hermione realized that it was time for dinner. All the students would be back by now and she wasn't looking forward to being with her fellow Gryffindors; Lavender and Parvati had probably already spread the news about her outburst through the whole house, she really didn't need people asking what was wrong.
An idea suddenly popped into her mind, "I'll go eat in the kitchens! That way I don't have to see everyone and I can eat whatever I want!" with her mind made up she walked down to the kitchens making sure no one saw her. Tickling the pear she entered the vast room full of pots and pans, one of the house elves rushed up to her.
"How can I help you miss?" it squeaked. "Well I was just in here..." Hermione started to say before she was cut off by the house elves voice.
"Are you here to meet Mr. Malfoy?" it asked.
"What? I..." Hermione asked, and then she noticed Malfoy sitting at one of the tables, a classic smirk plastered on his face.
"We shall go get you friends a plate of food miss!" the house elf squeaked and ran off.
"But I don't, we're not." Hermione didn't finish
"Why don't you just sit down Granger, it wouldn't be very nice of you to refuse the poor little elves would it?" Malfoy drawled from his seat.
To tired and hungry to resist Hermione sat down with a "humph" next to Malfoy.
"So, he said we seem to be running into each other a lot today, can't get enough of my can you?" Malfoy said
"Put a sock in it." She shot back. Lucky for her the house elves rushed over with two steaming plates of food.
"Thank you very much." Hermione said softly to them.
"Is this all?" Malfoy asked looking down at his plate. The house elves blushed and started to wring their hands.
"Well you see sir..." one started to say but Hermione cut him off.
"Malfoy!" she exclaimed, "how rude can you get?!" she glared at him turning to the house elf she smiled and said, "This is more than enough, no need to worry we're fine, you can go now." They vanished with small pops after wishing them a pleasant night.
"What the hell Granger I'm hungry!" Malfoy spat
"Just because you get a banquet at your home doesn't mean you get one here." She spat back, "Besides if you wanted so much food then why didn't you go to the Great Hall with the others?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing Granger." Was all he said before he started digging into his food.
They spent their meal in silence, thank Merlin for Hermione; she wasn't sure if she could stand talking to Malfoy. As she finished her dessert she looked down at her watch it was already 11:15 and weekend curfew was at 11.
"Had we been eating that long?" she thought to herself
"Malfoy we need to leave." She told him as she got up.
"There is no 'we' Granger; I can leave whenever I want to." He replied as he finished his meal.
"Not if you want to get a detention from Filch, its 11:15."
He looked down at his watch, glaring at her he got up.
"Fine then." He said as he followed her out the door.
Walking briskly down the corridor, Hermione wondered to herself why Malfoy had also been eating in the kitchens. Before she had a chance to turn around and ask him she saw Mrs.Norris, Filch's cat walking down the corridor towards them meowing.
"Shit." She and Malfoy said at the same time, they both started to run. Before she knew what was happening she was pulled behind a tapestry into a tight enclosed space, pressed up against Malfoy's body.
"What the hell Malfoy..." she started to say but his hand quickly covered her mouth.
"What is it my pretty?" she heard Filch cooing to his cat, "Are some little buggers out of bed?"
Hermione realized that Malfoy was saving their butts, if Filch caught the out them out this late they had a one way ticket to detention. Yet this, this was just plain weird she was pressed up against her worst enemy in the strangest position; he head was at level with his shoulders and her hands were up against his chest, to anyone who didn't know what was going on it would look like...
Looking up at Malfoy who was staring at something on the wall behind her, she noticed how much he had changed over the years. He was no longer scrawny and small, but had grown a few inches and towered over her. Quidditch had given him muscle and she could feel the firmness of his chest as his breathing calmed from their sprint. His blonde hair had been freed from the restraining gel and it fell slightly into his eyes. He was actually starting to look good, maybe even... Wait, was she just thinking about Malfoy in a good way? Her disturbing thoughts were broken as she heard Filch stalk away.
Malfoy removed his hand from her mouth with a disgusted look on his face she roughly pushed her out of the nook and started furiously wiping his hand on his robes.
"Well," he sneered, "aren't you going to thank me?"
"For what?" no way she did not want to thank him.
"Saving your arse is what." He replied coolness in his eyes.
"Thank you Malfoy" Hermione said like it was forced.
The trademark smirk flashed upon his face, "Never thought you would be thanking me Granger."
"Oh believe me, I won't be, the only reason you got that was because I, unlike you, have manners." With that she walked away.
"What a stupid prat." She thought.
"Stupid bitch." Draco thought as Hermione walked away. He had just saved her neck and she barely even thanked him! Thinking back to being so close to her in the little space gave him an uneasy feeling. He had tried to keep his eyes focused on the wall behind her, but his nose couldn't help catching the coconut scent of her shampoo, he loved coconut. A/N: I love coconut!!! Yummy!
"Ugg," he thought, "what's been up with me lately? I seem to find myself thinking about Granger in ways that are civil." Then he said aloud, "Don't answer that." To his mind that was waiting to play games with him, luckily it left him alone.
Monday came and Hermione still wasn't talking to Harry and Ron, she had her reasons though, they hadn't even noticed her! She was sitting right next to them in Potions and they were acting like she wasn't there! It hurt but she wouldn't let is show.
"They've probably been brain washed by those two bimbos." she thought to herself as Snape entered the room in his usual manor.
"I seemed to have made a mistake with your potions project," he started to explain to the class, "it occurred to me that you are all doing different potions therefore some of them take more time to brew then others. Because of this we will have to wait months before presenting the projects; some of you I realize are already done. Hence forth I am assigning more work to be done between each pair of partners; and no" he said to a group of Slytherins who had started to pair up, "you will not be choosing who you work with, you will do the work with your current partner who as a matter of fact is now your potions partner for the rest of the year, you will work in and outside of class with together."
In response to Snape's information, the class groaned.
"Great," Hermione thought to herself, "I'm stuck with Malfoy for everything!" Groaning she walked over to start the day's assignment.
"This day can't get any worse." She muttered under her breath. Little did she know, it could.
A/N: ok I don't really like this chapter but oh well later! sorry that everything is messed up I really can't fix it because THE MOVERS ARE HERE! I think you all know when it changes scenes so those of you who review please don't flame me or anything for this chapter, I just really wanted to post it for you guys!