Mudblood
Chapter 7
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: Okay well here it is, I know it's taken me forever but that's because my movers were here, I've been away on trips and I have a bunch of work for an A.P class that I'm taking, so yeah I'll try to get my work done so I can write! Enjoy! Please review!
"Give me the vile!"
"No! It's My turn to do something!"
"Give it to me!"
"NO!"
Hermione and Draco were fighting over a vile of unicorn blood for the potion they were assigned to make. Draco had been making every potion since they were partnered and Hermione was tired of writing doom directions and ingredients.
"Let go of the vile Granger." Malfoy snapped as he pulled it across the caldron.
"No Malfoy! Its my turn to do something stop being such an aragonites prick!" Hermione said as she gave a tug pulling the vile toward her, at the same time so did Draco. The vile shattered, spilling the slivery liquid all over their hands and into the cauldron. With shocked looks on both their faces, Hermione and Draco looked over into their caldron, it had turned a bright shocking pink instead of the pale blue it should have been and was starting to bubble up.
"Shit." They said in unison.
But it was to late, Hermione threw her hands up to her face just as the potion exploded and sticky hot pink liquid was drenched all over Hermione and Draco as well as the space around them.
Hermione brought her hands down and looked at them, they had turned pink and were sprouting large purple boils, which were very itchy; she scratched one on her thumb,
"Ouch!" she cried as the boil popped creating more pink substance. Before she could warn him, Malfoy had scratched his face; there was a startled, rather girly scream as pink liquid shot out from his face.
"Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy! What have you done?" Snape's voice rang out in anger.
With Malfoy to busy moaning and clutching his face, which had started to swell, Hermione began to answer while trying not to scratch sprouting boils.
"Well sir, I think we added to much unicorn blood, and we created a..."
"pink puss potion." Snape finished for her, "and how did that happen?" he asked enjoying the embarrassed look that fell across Hermione's face.
"We, er, were fighting over the vile and it, er, broke into the cauldron." She muttered looking down.
"Well, a rather foolish potion created by foolish actions." Snape said his lip curling, the Slytherins started sniggering. Her was about to humiliate Hermione more when Draco's agonizing moans seemed to come to his attention. "Miss Granger escort Mr. Malfoy and yourself to the hospital wing." He ordered
Hermione and Draco started to leave.
"However," he wasn't finished yet, "you," he paused looking at Malfoy, " and Mr. Malfoy will be back here tonight at eight and the next two, for disrupting my class." A few Slytherins gasped, Malfoy had never gotten detention from Snape before. "Now go!"
At the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey had laughed at the site of Hermione and Draco pink with what had become large purple boils. The two had been given a sleeping draft so that they would not yell in pain while Madam Pomfrey removed the boils.
Hermione was just waking up, she winced as she pushed on her hands to sit up, they were wrapped in bandages. She looked over at malfoy who had also just woken up, and instantly broke into a fit of laughter.
"What the hell is your problem Granger?" he asked.
"You...Hair." She managed to get out before she was overcome by another wave of laughter.
At the word "hair" Malfoy had jumped up and ran into the bathroom. Once again Hermione heard another undignified yell, he came out clutching his hot pink hair.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, you've discovered your hair." Madam Pomfrey said as she entered the room. "The potion seemed to have a bad reaction with your shampoo. What kind do you use?" she questioned.
If looks could kill, Madam Pomfrey was long gone
"Herbal Essences." Draco muttered
Another wave of laughter hit Hermione; she held her stomach as he shot her a mencing glare.
"Which kind?" Madam Pomfrey continued.
"The Mint mix." He replied (A/N: I know theres no such kind but I couldn't have his hair smelling like flowers.)
"At least it isn't roses." Hermione thought
"I see, well your hair should stay pink for about a day as long as you don't use your shampoo until the color is gone." Madam Pomfrey told the very unhappy looking Draco. "You two may leave now."
Picking up their bags they both got up heading toward the door as the clock rang eight. Hermione hadn't realized how late it was.
"Great detention with Snape," she thought, "and Malfoy."
His hair was pink, hot pink! How was he going to deal with a flaming hot pink head?! Draco ran a hand through his hair, he heard Hermione snigger.
"Shut up Granger, if you tell a soul..." he threatened
"Stop being such a girl Malfoy, everyone's already seen it anyway." She replied a smirk playing on her lips.
"Not fair!" he thought, "her hair isn't pink!"
They reached Snape's classroom, Hermione took a deep breath as she opened the door.
"Scared?" Draco taunted
"Nope." She replied, "Just disappointed I have to spend my evening with you."
"Wouldn't you rather spend your evening with me than Potty and Weasel? At least I'm handsome and charming."
She snorted, "Yeah, with pink hair..."
"Why you..." Draco started but another voice interfered.
"ENOUGH!" Snape commanded
Both of them shut up instantly.
"For your detention tonight I want you to clean up this mess you made while I am gone." He said gesturing to the burn mark on the floor and the hot pink desks.
"Why are you leaving?" Hermione asked
"That, Miss Granger, is none of your concern." Snape snapped, "Now," he continued, "Give me your wands, I don't want any magice used, here are rags for your cleaning." He threw two filthy rags at them and left.
As soon as he heard his footsteps disappear, Draco put down his rag and said a spell under his breath directing his hands at the burn mark. Hermione did the same to the desks, the burn mark vanished and the desks were left sparkling.
"Wandless magic," she remarked turning toward him, "where did you learn?"
"A book Granger, where else." He said
"Oh, well I just thought..."
"Whatever, I have work to do so I would appreciate it if you would shut up."
"Fine." She humphed as she sat down.
The truth was Draco didn't have any work to do; he just didn't want to talk to her, so he watched her for a moment. She pulled out a C.D player and slipped on the headphones while trying to turn the device on. A confused look crossed her face as she turned it over in her hands.
"Out of all people, she should know how to work that." Draco thought to himself. After watching her for ten minutes he sighted got up and walked over to her. Taking her C.D player he messed with it for a moment before getting it to work.
"How did you..." she began to ask
"The same thing happened to mine yesterday, you put the batteries in wrong." He replied without thinking first.
"You mean you have a C.D player?" Hermione's eyes were wide
"I..." he started to make an excuse and decided she was to smart to fall for it, "if you tell anyone that I have a muggle device..."
Her eyes glinted but they held truth, "don't worry I won't." she interrupted
"Not even Potter or Weasley?"
"Not even Harry or Ron, I promise." She finished
Draco went to sit down.
"So, who do you like to listen to?" she asked
Draco turned and looked at her, she was actually stabbing at conversation with him.
"Well uh, I like The Darkness, New Found Glory, mostly any kind of rock and punk I guess. Some oldies are pretty good though like Billy Joel." It was amazing he was telling her this.
She smiled, "I like them too, The Darkness rock, and I grew up listening to Billy Joel. So," she continued, "how did you get your C.D's and stuff with your family being all anti-muggle?
"My first year I got bored one day in Digion (sp?!) Alley while my father was" he paused, "taking care of something." That day his father had been meeting with a group of death eaters and when he had seen how uncomfortable Draco had looked he had told him harshly to get out of his sight. He pulled away from the memory and continued, "I went out to the muggle shops and ended up talking to the owner of the C.D shop for a while and he gave me a free C.D, I've been going back ever since."
"Oh, so I guess you don't hate muggles then?" Hermione asked
When he didn't answer, she started to apologize.
"I shouldn't have said that"
"Well you did." Draco snapped, then he sighed, "Sometimes you don't have a choice the way you're brought up, I haven't always hated muggles." When he was younger his best friend, Matt, had been a muggle. When his father found out about their friendship, he had forbidden Draco from talking to him and made him stay inside the house. When matt came over to ask if Draco could play, his father had used an unforgivable curse on him right in front of Draco. Matt and his family moved away a month later, and that was when Draco was taught to hate muggles.
Hermione didn't ask any more questions and Draco didn't bother to continue conversation, he was already lost in his own thoughts.
When their detention was over and Snape had returned their wands, looking strangely at the desks, Draco and Hermione got up to leave. When they were outside the door just as Draco was about to walk away, Hermione asked one last question.
"Malfoy?"
"What Granger." He snapped, he didn't have time for more stupid questions
"Do you think you could call me Hermione from now on?
For a moment Draco was shocked by the unusual request, a first name basis with her?!
"I'll think about it." He replied as he walked away toward the common room.
A/N: Hoped you all liked the chapter! Anyways, I've been so busy lately! Our movers are gone now! (my house echoes it's scary!) But I still have to do my A.P work which doesn't help the fact that I haven't gotten time to spend with my friends (can you believe it! I haven't been to the pool once this summer!!!) We took our animals (one dog and two cats) to the vet the other day; I came home looking like a cat myself. Today (or this morning really) I had to go to the dentist and I got two teeth pulled. Now my mouth hurts and I can't eat anything because chewing is painful and then I was trying to drink a milkshake by my mom, who used to be a dentist when we lived in Maine and is going to get her job again when we get back, told me that sucking on the straw isn't good for the empty sockets, and stupid burger king (the only place to get a cheep milkshake) doesn't carry spoons so I had to give up my yummy chocolate milkshake to my mom, and this is a really long run on sentence. Breathes enough of the dentist. I should be leaving Germany (good 'ol rainy Germany, guess the weather right now...I'll give you a cookie if you get it right...) on Thursday and then everything becomes harder because school starts and my friend's computer doesn't work. Ok now I have to go because my time here at the library is up! PLEASE REVIEW! Kisses and cookies firefly