Seeing her without the two boys was a rare treat, a rare treat indeed. An 'oh so famous' smirk crossed Draco's face as he enjoyed this delectable sight. After these seven years together some things were always the same.
He was here for one thing only, to figure out what was wrong with him. For there was defiantly something wrong with him. An STD, it made his eyes lower in shame, how could he get an STD. "Good evening Granger."
The politeness made her stumble but she kept her chin up, "Cut the crap Malfoy here's your book."
The book was shoved rudely into his hands. He looked at it painfully; it was a simple hard backed book with the title written in gold. "Thank you."
"Do you know what is wrong with you?"
He wasn't going to talk to a Mudblood about his 'personal' problems, not now, not ever. "Get a life Granger, and stop butting into another's business!"
Hermione was shocked into silence; she thought he had wanted her help. Well now she knew she thought wrong. The Slytherin Prince would not accept anyone's help if it required him shame. "You're filth, Malfoy, I hope you know that. Have fun figuring out what is wrong with you by yourself." With that she turned on her heels and marched off towards Hagrid's.
(Break)
Harry watched Hermione arrive at Hagrid's hut. He wondered what might have sent her away from lunch and kept her so late from class. Then he saw Draco, and he felt the lividness rise. Malfoy was behind this and whatever it was he'd put a stop to it.
"Malfoy!" He strode up to the Slytherin despite the anxious looks, from fellow students, that followed.
"Harry please…" Hermione began but was cut short by the look in his eyes. She could have sworn that look meant blood.
The two boys met outside of Hagrid's yard, but all the students seated for class could watch the fight with ease; and hear it. Hermione stood only a short distance away and staled there in order to interfere if needed.
"Potter, what is it now, more of your incessant bickering. I hope not I get dreary of such." Draco was no coward and he met Harry head on, only fueling his anger.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry had lost it and Hermione knew it. Only fear stopped her from going any closer; fear of Harry, now that was odd. "What ever business you have with Hermione it's over."
"Harry!" Hermione was shocked and slightly embarrassed.
"Shut up Hermione!" Harry's words stung more than anything, and surprisingly tears welled in her eyes threatening to spill over.
"You can't speak to her like that!"
What! The words come from Draco's mouth, Draco Malfoy sticking up for her. Hermione's mouth snapped open as she stared in astonishment at the Slytherin Prince. He himself seemed rather shocked but Harry was enraged.
The movement was so fast that not even Hermione's trained eyes could see it, but Draco on the ground clutching his bleeding nose was proof of the punch. Draco didn't stay down long though he was up and swung at Harry. The blow missed Harry's nose but fell on his ear. Harry let out a curse. Then they were head to head, each a hand on the other's throat.
"Harry, Malfoy! Stop this, stop this both of you!" Hermione stayed out of the way afraid of being hurt in the tussle, but she had to get them to stop. "Harry you're stooping down to his level! Stop being stupid!"
"Oh I'm being stupid! Not him!" Harry's rage reflected in his voice, "How could you turn on me like that, over him!"
"Shut your trap Potter the Mudblood's not good enough for me any ways! You have nothing to worry about." A sneer splayed across Draco's features, despite the life that was being strangled from him. "Your Bitch is yours for now!"
"Why you…" But Harry couldn't get his words passed Draco's wringing hands.
They were killing each other and there was nothing Hermione could do to stop it; or was there. Raising her wand she bellowed the words, "Stupido!"
The boy's froze fell away from each other and into the dirt, momentarily stunned. Behind her Hermione heard Hagrid make his way into the yard. "Sor'y 'm late class… holy 'hit."
The giant scrabbled from where he stood over to Hermione the only one left standing. Looking at her he saw tears so he didn't bother to ask; he simply hauled the boys onto his shoulder and hurried towards the castle. "Class is ov'r, e'ry one return to th'ir dorms."
Hermione watched the giant's retreating figure ignoring the students that passed her. Pansy had the nerve to say, "Nice going," as she passed. All Hermione could do, in the barren yard outside Hagrid's hut, was cry; knowing that this was the merit of jealousy.
A/n: I hope you can forgive me for the lameness of this chapter. The spell was really stupid I know (as well as Hagrid's accent) but don't blame me. Review.