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"Wonder what it is…" Blaise remarked, placing himself gracefully down awaiting a potions lesson, avidly ignoring all Gryffindors. Finally things were back to normal.
"What?" Draco mimicked being flabbergasted, trying to hide the dark all-knowing shadow that clouded his face,
"You were too busy sugar coating the first years," Pansy murmured,
"I am Head Boy," He retorted with pride,
"And you seem to actually act like it; might be a new break through for you, Draco." Anna bit back.
"You hurt me, truly, I'm only back a day and my pride is already cut down." Draco eyes fell to the floor, but only to retain the look of innocence for a while before he gazed mischievous at his housemates.
"You have too much of it, we're doing you good." Blaise chided,
"Does anyone actually believe that 'it's for your own good' crap?" Draco replied, scandalised,
"Like we're saying…" Malcolm began again,
"Dumbledore has a surprise for us." Notice how Blaise left out 'professor',
"He was going to announce it after the Sorting ceremony… only whatever it is hasn't arrived." Pansy looked sad,
"Hope it's not something that blasted gamekeeper of an oaf isn't going to pet, think if it's another monster just waiting to murder me!" Draco remarked,
"Yes, we all remember in third year," Pansy sighed, laughing along, "good times."
"If you mean almost getting murdered by a fiend the monster shagging giant set loose on me!" Draco defended himself indignantly, gaining further guffawing.
"Wouldn't want to scar the poor baby," Pansy cooed, earning a horrified look from Draco,
"God!" Draco froze; too late.
"God?" Anna questioned lightly under her breath,
"Yes." Draco's voice hardened and Harry's ears pricked up.
"What's that?" Pansy put on her ditsy pretence, Slytherins knew that this 'God' slang was somehow connected towards some Muggle – ugh – belief, and chose to know nothing about it.
Hermione entered the room, with all the restraint in her body; she sat herself calmly beside Harry.
Draco, although clearly not looking at the door or anywhere near the Gryffindors – which was unusual in itself for Draco always looked over to the Gryffindors; never wanting to miss a chance to spite them – somehow sensed her entrance into the dungeon classroom.
The light mood between the Slytherins suddenly took a sharp turn and their blitheness turned sullen.
"I believe it's a mockery of some kind towards Muggle worshiping. Using their deity as slang, you know, supposed to be awfully rude. Quite like spitting in there faces." Draco explained to Pansy dryly.
"Big surprises on why Draco practises using it then," Blaise remarked; and once again the cheer was returned, though a sense of false pretence also followed, as none of the Slytherins truly believed it, but swallowed the half lie with the rest.
Hermione heard the laughter, and it cut her sharply. He should've been there with her, making her laugh. Snape was still not here and Hermione had to keep standing the mindless chatter going around her. She laughed with the Gryffindor's jokes and nodded when someone spoke to her, not really listening to what they're saying.
Getting up all of a sudden, as Ron was in the middle of explaining something to her about Quidditch; Dean felt it too important to miss and relieved her of her role as listener.
"Draco." Hermione couldn't contain herself, and earned dagger-like stares from the majority of Slytherins,
"Malfoy to you, Granger." He couldn't quite bring himself to call her Mudblood to her face yet. A look of hurt and confusion solidified on her face, as if Draco had hit her with a large plank and the sting was plastered there.
"Oh, I see how it is." Hermione murmured, the bookworm shyness taking over the Gryffindor bravery. As Draco watched the Mudblood shuffled her feet, as she stared at them with a red look on her face; he tried to suppress the gouging pang he felt deep, deep inside; only to realise just how infatuated he was with the Gryffindor.
Hermione walked slowly back to her seat, not sure how to react, not sure what had just happened to the perfect reunion she envisioned in her head so many times when she awaited his return. Not sure whether to trust her judgement that constantly failed her that screamed for her to confront him. Draco stared after her, letting her go, a smirk plastered on his face for the benefit of his housemates, only to realise just how bad things really were. How badly he cared for her.
"Couldn't we – Couldn't we just… start again? Forget the past?" Hermione spun around, instinct winning over reason.
"Go away Mudblood." Draco heard someone growl, but he never took his eyes off Hermione, once having a valid reason to finally look at her; he wasn't going to pass it off. Hermione wasn't stung; she knew the candy smiles given to her in the golden ages when she was with Draco were false, of all the Slytherins – Hermione believed – only Draco was genuine.
Hermione offered a pleading smile.
"Or at least forget the bad bits? I guess I'll always remember…" Hermione reminisced about Malfoy Manor, how he saved them all. He'd probably be her white knight from then on.
"Then let you and I forget we ever had anything to do with each other." Draco suggested lightly,
"No!" Hermione objected firmly, "Maybe we could... just… keep going? I know it's hard and all, but we could at least try! We can work this out. I'm willing to try if you are!" Too late to bit her latter comment back, Hermione realised her mistake.
"I'm not." Draco put bluntly, Pansy beaming at his side, "So, just bugger off."
"Why are you doing this?" Hermione whispered.
Draco closed his eyes.
"Just bugger off."
"Bu-" Hermione began,
"You heard him!" Anna defended, "Bugger off."
"If only I knew what was wrong, if only this was different. If only I could change things; if only we could forget." Hermione murmured softly before retreating,
"We judge ourselves with the actions of others. We are instructed by past events, everyday, so we might know how to behave." Draco replied, mystifying,
"We judge ourselves with the virtues of others. We are instructed by past deeds, everyday, so we might know how to behave." Hermione corrected his quote.
"Either way, we can't just start again. We can never forget the past." Draco murmured under his breath, everyone in the room strained to hear him. He assumed Potter told Hermione of his 'plan', he assumed Hermione as talking about the same thing he was.
"If only-"
"Yes, Granger; 'If only', but it isn't." He cut her off sharply, "That's the difference between you and I; you're a dreamer relying on luck to bend the rules of life; I'm a realist who goes by the system of reality."
"Opposites attract." Hermione replied grimly, quoting,
A flicker of recognition flashed across his eyes as they promptly opened, before clouding up and freezing over.
"Silence!" Snape's first words as he entered his classroom. "Get out your books."
"Wake up, Granger." Draco snarled.
"Now… turn to page; what are you staring at Longbottom?" Snape barked,
"N-Nothing, s-sir." Neville quivered,
"Good, now turn to page 89 in you advanced textbooks." Snape ordered, wondering what was horribly wrong today.
"Professor!" Blaise called out
"Bollocks." Snape remembered and left the room with thundering footsteps.
"Prat."
The booming of his shoes came back only seconds after they left, as he re-entered the room eyeing Blaise suspiciously, but let it slide – there was no way he was going to deduct points of any Slytherin, and he had more an important task at hand,
"Professor." Blaise called out weakly this time, scrutinised under his gaze,
"Heads, take over for a moment. I expect an orderly class when I return; if not you all will be back here at 7." Snape threaten, before rushing off once again, completely ignoring Blaise.
"Prat."
Draco shot up in his seat.
"I'm head boy!" He announced to the class, earning resounding groans from all the Gryffindors.
"And I'm Head Girl." Hermione countered dryly, earning dark mutters from all the Slytherins.
"Turn to page 98." Draco ordered Ron, who eyed him evilly. The class busily flicked through their page chuckling, what was the Slytherin up to now?
"Wasn't it 89?" Ron objected. Several heads nodded, Harry's more vigorous than others.
"I SAID 98, YOU SOD! 10 points off Gryffindor!" Draco declared,
"I'm a prefect!" Ron fumed, "You're not aloud to do that!"
"I am too," Draco poked out his tongue, the class laughed at the authority of the school.
"Draco." Hermione reminded him sternly.
"Malfoy to you." Draco reminded her, "Anyway. 20 points of Gryffindor!" Draco pointed at Dean.
"What? What did I do?" the innocent – when where Gryffindors not innocent, hm? – Gryffindor pleaded,
"You glared at me!" Draco reasoned,
"You can't do that!" Dean defied, striding to where Ron was,
"I can too! Another 20 off for talking back!" Draco laughed with the Slytherins, "I saw that, Potter. 50 points from you!"
"MALFOY!" Hermione shouted, losing her cool. The whole class stopped.
Silence.
No more laughter.
"Return those points to Gryffindor immediately." Hermione ignored the fact that she was madly in love with this man and told him off like a red-handed two year old.
Draco crossed his arms, pouted and turned his head away.
"Severus!" McGonagall burst through the doors.
She stopped, panting unusually, suggesting she had a quite work-out from sprinting into the classroom. Why was this strict professor huffing? McGonagall froze, realising that Snape wasn't in the room, realising the need for secrecy only just then.
"Please follow me outside, Hermione."
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