A/N: TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY! YAHOO!
Jadecowan: Glad you liked. If you think Pansy was evil then, wait until you see what she does to Hermione in this chapter!
Samantha Cameron: I know! In all the stories, Pansy is pure wicked! But don't worry. I decided to not use my idea of Pansy thinking that Hermione attacked Draco.
Chapter 10…
Draco suddenly pulled back. Hermione moaned and almost sank to the floor, but Draco caught her just in time. "Draco… don't stop…" she protested.
"Shh… Somebody was here. I heard somebody," he muttered, letting her sit down on the floor. He got up and peered around the corner just in time to see a familiar head of brown hair leaving (does she have brown hair? I don't know). He groaned, knowing that his life was about to fall apart in just a few minutes. Grimacing, he went back to Hermione.
"Parkinson. Pansy. God, damn it! I was so stupid! We were in the middle of the hallway! Anybody could have walked by! We're not even supposed to be friends! What will people think?" Draco shouted. "Why did it have to be her, of all people?"
"Draco, calm down. We couldn't have done anything about it. People were bound to find out sooner or later. We better just start patrolling again, before somebody finds out that we're not," Hermione reminded him. He sighed but nodded, and they got back to work.
"Parkinson!" Draco whispered as Pansy walked out of Potions. She smiled at him, and then frowned and narrowed her eyes.
"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" she growled. "Why don't you go make out with Granger instead?"
"You cannot tell anybody! Please, Pansy, I'm begging you. It was all a mistake!" he protested. Pansy glared at him.
"It didn't look like a mistake. It looked like you were enjoying it. In fact, it looked like you were leading her!" she argued. Draco sighed.
"Pansy, please! Don't tell anyone. Please…" Draco put on his puppy dog eyes, but Pansy didn't find it cute anymore.
"Get away Draco. Get out of my life, you bastard." With that, she stormed away.
"Pansy!" Hermione called out. Pansy rolled her eyes and turned around. "Pansy, I really need to talk to you."
"Pansy, Pansy!" Pansy mimicked. "Why don't you go and talk to your boyfriend, Draco? You guys seemed to be having fun on patrol duty today."
"Pansy, I really need you to not tell anybody. Please. I'm desperate. We'll tell people soon, I swear!" Hermione pleaded.
"You and Draco… Hmph… Both begging for me not to tell. That makes the perfect match. Too perfect. I'll make sure to sabatage your relationship. I'm gonna make a Malfoy cry, that creep. He's probably not even a pureblood. The bastard. And I thought Malfoys were superior. This idiot had to sink so low as to date a mudblood. To think, he even dared to look at one," Pansy said. Hermione hands shot into her pocket, bringing out her wand. She pointed it at Pansy.
"What? Little Hermione is mad because she was called a mudblood? Aww… a mudblood is going to do a spell on me! Let's see if the mudblood can do it. After all, she doesn't have pure magic in her blood," Pansy sarcastically squealed.
"You can call me a mudblood all you want. But take back what you said about Draco. Or else," Hermione threatened. Pansy snorted.
"No. Sorry. It's already out of my mouth, and I can't take it back. Nor do I want to. It's his fault he chose to befriend a mudblood. The twerp is probably regretting it right now," she said.
"You… I said take it back! Argh! Rescepto corna-," Hermione began, but she was cut off by Pansy, who had been ready.
"Safrado pertrilla!" Pansy shouted. Hermione dropped her wand and began shaking all over. Slowly, her neck turned red. There were certain spots that were white, forming the outline of a hand. Hermione's face turned blue. She coughed and sputtered as Pansy flexed her hand open and close, as if squeezing the air.
"Ha! See how you can deal with the suffocating charm!" Pansy triumphantly declared. Suddenly, Draco came running up, skidding to a halt next to Hermione. He wrapped one arm around her and turned to Pansy.
"What the hell did you do!" he screamed, agitated. Pansy smirked. "What are you doing to her! Stop it!" he screeched.
"I merely hit her with a suffocating charm. Sheesh. Who would have thought that a mudblood couldn't handle something like that? It's a simple charm!" she proudly boasted. Draco then noticed Pansy's hand opening and closing, but it wasn't closing all the way.
"It's you! You're doing it! Quit it!" he yelled. With that, he leapt on top of Pansy and pried her hand open. Hermione stumbled backwards, gasping for air. Pinning Pansy down, Draco pulled out his wand and body-binded her. Pansy froze, lying on the ground.
Draco wrapped an arm around Hermione's waist. "Hermione, are you okay? Breathe slowly. Shh… God, the bitch. I'll murder her with my bare hands…" he muttered, stroking Hermione's hand.
"Draco…" Hermione choked out. Then, she collapsed and fainted just as Snape walked by.
"Professor… Parkinson… Hermione… she fainted…" Draco gasped. Without even hesitating, Snape immediately flicked his wand. A moment later, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Flitwick came running down.
"Severus, what happened?" McGonagall asked, staring at the two students with a puzzle face. Snape turned to Draco.
"I'm sure Mr. Malfoy can explain what happened," he said, gazing at Draco with a slight twitch in his mouth, as if fighting hard to not smile.
"I wasn't there for the whole event. But, Pansy tried to hex Hermione. She used a suffocating charm. I got here just in time and stopped Pansy, but Hermione fainted," he rapidly explained, worried about Hermione.
"Well… that's quite a story you've got there, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall commented suspiciously.
"But, if young Mr. Malfoy says so, we have no reason to doubt him whatsoever, correct?" Dumbledore cut in. "Hmm… Miss Granger is only unconscious. I could revive her, but I think it would be better if she did not recover too fast. Her health would still be very poor if I used magic to recover her."
"Mr. Malfoy, if you can manage, please bring her up to Madame Pomfrey. Then come straight down to my office," Snape ordered. Draco gently scooped Hermione up and slowly walked up to Madame Pomfrey. As he walked away, he heard Dumbledore thoughtfully proclaim,
"Hmm… A body-bind. How clever…"
"Professor Snape. You asked to see me," Draco politely stated. Snape looked up from his desk and nodded curtly.
"Have a seat, Draco," he offered. Draco sank into a comfy leather chair. "Draco, I've recently noticed something between you and Miss Granger…" Draco flushed and stared down at his feet. "… Care to explain?"
"Not really, sir…" Draco hesitantly admitted. Snape smirked slightly, and then nodded. Draco hoped that he hadn't given himself away.
"Well, I see. I'm beginning to understand now. You may leave," he excused him, nodding. Draco made a mental note to slap himself for giving himself away. As he closed the door, he paused and turned back around.
"Professor Snape?" he asked tentatively. Snape looked up from his book again, this time looking slightly exasperated.
"Yes?"
"Could you please not mention it to anybody. Especially to my mother. Not yet, at least," Draco asked hopefully. Snape nodded and waved him away. Once he was gone, though, Snape couldn't help smiling to himself.
A/N: So, what did you think? And I need help. I never did realize how to get those tan, separation lines in your chapters. Does anybody know how to get those?
