HER sleeve! There was concealer on her sleeve not his! Why would he have concealer on his sleeve? Oops never mind, hope u got the message alright.
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I don't own harry potter
Yea I love the word golly too, I always say it – people give me funny looks.
Hermione looked blankly at the people sat in front of her – a plain faced girl with blond pig tails looked at her expectantly.
'Sorry what?' said Hermione blushing slighlty
'Do we want one big tree, lots of little ones or both?' said the girl again, frowning slightly.
'Erm, I don't know, whatever really'
It was Sunday, Hermione was sat in a classroom with Draco and the prefects, they were planning the Christmas ball that would be in two weeks on Saturday the 17th of December.
She didn't know what had gotten in to her, when she had been planning the haloween ball she had been so in to it. She had wanted everthing to be perfect and she hardly used the prefects at all even though she knew they really wanted to help and be a part of it.
This time she judt didn't care. She didn't care how many trees they had, she didn't care what colours they wanted to decorate in, she didn't care what type they played, she wouldn't even care if they painted the whole bloody hall green and silver and hung big, huge, banners saying 'SLYTHERINS RULE!'
Nomatter how hard she tried she couldn't muster up any enthusiasum for what she was doing. Maybe, she thought, it was because that everything went so spectacularly wrong after the last ball, even though the ball itself was magnificent. She wasn't even looking forward to going shopping for her dress next Saturday.
Hermione sighed silently and tried to look like she was paying attention.
Soon it was nine o'clock and the prefects all dissapeared to do their patrolling duties and Hermione and Draco were left to wander down to their rooms, they had an hour before they needed to patrol. The pair had given up patroling together they had tried it but, as they said to dumbledoor, they spent the whole time fighting and were useless together.
Draco climbed through the portrait hole after Hermione as she walked away he wondered whether or not he should confront her about what he thought. He shook his head – stupid idea – he thought. She would just throw it back in my face if I tried to help, he thought, not that I want to help obviously.
Hermione sat on her bed flicking through a muggle magazine, she was trying not to think about the fact that she had double potions first thing the next morning. When the unwelcome thoughts did pop in to her head she would dismiss them saying maybe it will be different, maybe he's gotten bored of me now. She had told herself things like this so many times now she started to actually belive them. She shivered, if there was one thing she hated about christmas it was that it was so bloody cold at nighttime. She picked up her magazine and went downstairs to sit by the fire. Draco didn't even look up from his book when she walked in and sat down opposite him. Good job too she thought, better than him picking a fight. Hermione still couldn't help feeling dissapointed though, a good old bicker was just what she needed right now.
Half an hour later Hermione glanced at the clock.
'Shit' she half yelled, 'we should have been patrolling ten minutes ago'
Draco looked up from his book and slowly hauled himself off the couch . Silently they both wandered out of the common room and began their duties.
Draco walked the corridoors confidently, he liked the thought of being in charge and he loved being the only one around in the huge building. Patrolling gave him time to think. Not about anything inparticular but just time to free his mind a bit. Most of his thinking time though was spent thinking about Hermione. He had no idea how to help her, he didn't even know what was wrong exactly. He had thought about slipping an anonymous note to one of her friends, not Harry, definatly not Ron, Ginny maybe? But then he had dismissed the idea because- one –they might already know and two – if he was found with the note that would be the end of him, seriously.
Hermione walked around less confidently than Draco did she was always watching her back – something she had learned from spending time with Harry. She heard footsteps. Curious she poked her head round the corner. Shit she breathed, Snape. Hermione shook herself mentally, he's seen her she couldn't possibly hide now.
'Ah Miss Granger' Snape drawled, 'I was hoping to find you' He was stood right next to her now, looking down on her. Hermione gave up pretending not to be afraid and started to shiver. Snape moved towards her, Hermione moved back until her back was against the wall, bad move, Snape put his hands on the wall, trapping Hermione. She galnced around desperatly, she couldn't make a run for it, she knew if she screamed no-one would hear her, exept maybe Draco. At that point Snape appeared to read her mind.
'Hows it going with Draco then?' Hermione stiffened, 'Do your friends know you've been shagging then enemy' Hermione opened her mouth to speak but then thought better of it. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut then opened them again quickly, 'oh dear, I hope you don't think he cares about you, well I hate to break it to you sweet pea but Malfoys don't care about anyone and No-one cares about mudbloods'
Hermione knew Draco didn't care about her, she wasn't even sure if she cared about him but she hated the words being said. She shook her head fearfully, not trusting herself to speak.
'I wonder though, what does he see in you? I guess really are that easy'
'I am not easy' Hermione said as calmly as she could
'Oh yes?'
Snape pushed her against the wall, Hermione yelped as the breath was knocked out of her. Snape was sucking on her neck whilst ine had was pulling tightly on her hair and the other was squeezing her breast hard.
Hermione whimpered helpessly and Snape let her fall to the floor.
'That was pretty easy' He said, smirking. He started to walk away but stopped and turned to face her again, 'One more thing, don't bother telling anybody about this, or else maybe next time I wont walk away. If you know what I mean'
Hermione didn't look up from the floor until she was sure he had gone, once she heard his footsteps die down she let the tears fall. She glanced down at her watch. Her duties had finished twenty minutes ago. Draco would surely be in bed by now. She picked herslef up and made her way back
Draco twiddled his thumbs nervously, Hermione should have been back twenty minutes ago. After a moments thought he grabbed his cloak and made his way out of the common room to find her.
Hermione got back to find the common room empty but with the fire still blazing and the lights still on, lazy twat, she thought as she put out the fire and turned off the lights before going upstairs to bed. She lay on her bed she didn't know what she felt, scared? Confused? Numb?
After half an hour of searching Draco decided to check the common room again. When he got there he saw that Hermione had been back, the fire was out, as were the lights and her cloak was laying on the sofa. He breathed a sigh of relief and went to bed himself.
