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"Hey 'Mione!" Harry said, kissing her lightly. "You look kind of angry. Malfoy still being a prat?"
"Still? That's like asking Seamus if he's still Irish." Hermione said, a little louder than she meant to.
Draco walked into the Great Hall just as the last comment was said, hearing it.
"Stupid Mudblood. No doubt, she said something about me." Draco said, shaking his head and walking back out of the Great Hall.
Just as Hermione finished the first part of her breakfast, Ron, Harry, and Seamus all stood up to go to Quidditch practice.
"You're already having practice?!" Hermione asked in amazement, while trying to swallow a mouthful of toast.
"Chew your food, love." Harry said, kissing her goodbye, "What if you choked to death and died? Then what would I do?" Harry left the Great Hall with a dazed Hermione staring after him.
Hermione finished her breakfast, and then went to her first class, Care of Magical Creatures. Which, today was, of course, with the Slytherins.
She, along with Harry, made her way down to Hagrid's hut, dreading the new 'half-giant' insults that the Slytherins would be able to cook up.
"Don't look so down, 'Mione." Harry said, putting his arm around her shoulder, "We'll show those Slytherins who's boss."
"Thanks, darling," Hermione said, as she grabbed his hand that was on her shoulder. Even though he was completely wrong about why she looked so 'down', she was still lucky to have such a great boyfriend. They arrived at Hagrid's pumpkin patch only to find all the Slytherins already there.
'Terrific' Hermione thought. Outside the gate of the pumpkin patch were five small crates.
"God only knows what's in there," Harry said, releasing Hermione to get a closer look. "Mione, get over here!"
"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked with slight confusion. "Oh my God!"
"What is it Mudblood? Are you so much of a worthless muggle that you don't even recognize dragon eggs?" Draco sneered from the other side of the gate.
"Leave her alone Malfoy." Harry said, stepping in front of Hermione.
"I don't remember you being a part of this conversation, Potter." Draco spat out.
"Fuck off, Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
"Is that an invitation, Potter? Sorry, I don't swing both ways."
"You bastard!" Harry said, lunging for Draco, but the gate was blocking him.
"Harry, please. He's not worth it. Just leave it." Hermione said, trying to calm Harry down.
"Mudblood, you will speak when you're spoken ot. You'd think someone so much lower than everybody else would respect her betters and not speak." Now it was Hermione's turn to get worked up.
"I will damn well speak when I bloody please! You're such a dirty, good-for-nothing bastard!" Hermione stopped. She couldn't believe what she had said, in front of all the Slytherin and Gryffindor 7th years. By this time, both houses were watching the pair battle it out.
"And you're just a mudblood. You'll never be a real witch."
"You ignorant, digusting..."
"Welcome, class, to your firs' lesson of the year!" Hagrid yelled.
"Nice one, Granger. Why don't you try and pull a stunt like that again, and then see what happens? Because that was dangerous what you just did....like I've said before, no one gets in my way without paying the price." Draco whispered, brushing his hands across her stomach as he walked by Hermione.
She looked at him for a moment, anger in her eyes. "Leave me alone. Don't touch me ever again, or else." She said quietly, turning to go towards Harry.
"Or else what Mudblood? You'll have your lovesick boyfriend kick my ass? I'd like to see."
"No, Malfoy. I'll talk to the Ministry of Magic, and file a sexual harrassment complaint." With that, she walked over to Harry before he could retort anything else back to her.
"Today, we will be lookin' at some dragon eggs. It's only for today because we can't keep 'em or anythin' but it will be your job to pick an egg and figure out what kind of dragon it will be. Then, for homework, write a foot o' parchment explaining the signs that help to tell what type of dragon it is. Well, get to work!"
"Mione?" Harry whispered as he and Hermione went to fetch two dragon eggs from the crates.
"Yes, Harry?" Hermione said.
"What's wrong? Something's been bothering you latetly...and I think it has something to do with Malfoy...I mean, the way he was looking at you while you two were fighting...he seemed dangerous...and something else that I hope I didn't see."
"Harry, I think you are reading way too much into this. We were just fighting. That's it." It was almost the truth.
"Ok. If he ever gets to be too much, you know you have me." Harry said.
"Thanks Harry." Hermione said, kissing him softly. She sighed with relief because Harry dropped the subject.
From a distance, Draco's smirk became a scowl as Hermione pressed her lips to Harry's. What the hell did Harry have that he didn't?"
Once the class was over, the two started to the Great Hall for lunch.
"So, Hermione, when are you going to invite me over to your dorms? I've heard you got a kitchen in there." Harry said, with a devious glint in his eyes.
"Oh, that's right. You can come over tonight. We can work on that roll of parchment McGonagall gave us."
"Great. So I'll come up with you after dinner?" Harry ventured.
"Sure, but you might have to deal with Malfoy, and I know I'm not in the mood." Hermione said.
