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Chapter Five: Cauldron Spill

"Draco."

Something sharp was poking at me. I groaned and turned over.

"Draco," the voice said angrily. Sharp poking ensued. "Wake up! You'll miss breakfast!"

Who was that in my room at this hour?

Blaise?

Pansy?

No, they can't have gotten past the door. It was when I finally remembered what happened last night, I bolted upright.

"Hermione?" Looking around the room I couldn't seem to spot her anywhere.

She then emerged from behind the bed, her cheeks flushed pink. "I was just changing."

Oh.

A smirk, a very perverted-wanting Hermione-smirk was on my face.

"Draco, don't look at me like that," Hermione told him, blushing even further. "And you need to get changed anyway." I yawned and stood up; my uniform was crumpled from sleeping on it.

"I'm already changed." She looked at me with discontent.

"Renirio." My clothes straightened out by itself.

Clever.

Breakfast went on in silence between us two, although it wasn't the case for everything around us. The other Slytherins were looking on in distaste, the Ravenclaws were baffled, the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were gossiping as usual.

Pansy did her best to create some kind of a friendly atmosphere with Hermione, too bad it didn't work. Hermione kept pushing all the food from her plate. Blaise on the other hand was more understanding and summerized everythingin few words, "Fuck them all."

She chuckled then, and looked longingly over to the Gryffindor table, towards—Potter and the two Weasleys. She sighed and continued to stare at her plate.

"Hermione?" That seemed to snap her out of it. "It's time for Arithmancy, lets make our way." I held my hand out. She took it, and I dragged her out of there, while everyone else's eyes followed us out.

"Draco," she mumbled incoherently. I was definitely worried. "What do I do?" The last bit came out as a harsh whisper. She looked up at me; those brown eyes made my heart ache out to her.

"Continue."

"To do what?" she asked helplessly.

"With everything, life goes on. La-de-da."

"I don't know what normal is anymore."

"You do, Hermione. This is what normal is now, and frankly, no matter what happens; I'll be there to support you." She smiled at me sadly, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly.

She laughed and wiped away traces of oncoming tears. "I'm so silly. Lets get to class now."

Classes bled into the day and finally it was the last two.

Potions.

I seated myself next to Hermione as Blaise and Pansy sat right beside us. Snape swept in with a flourish and waved his hand, words appearing on the board.

"First day of the year, I hope you all don't fail so early." He gave a disgusted look at Potter. Scanning the classroom he stopped on me, clearly not used to the fact that Hermione and I were friends.

"Ms. Granger," he drawled. "Would you kindly tell me why you are seated next to Mr. Malfoy and not Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but naturally I beat her to it. "I asked her to Professor."

Professor was taken aback, just for a split second. He regained his composure quickly. "Very well Mr. Malfoy."

Hermione set up the cauldron and started on the Ernev Potion. I gathered all the ingredients in together. I sliced open the Toad's stool and set it aside with the Newt's eyes and some pixie dust. The one drop of poison we were supposed to add was sided along with the poison of the Taserdom, the next deadliest poison to the Basalisk's.

Tossing all the ingredients in, Hermione stirred the mixture twenty four times clockwise, and two anti-clockwise. I added the drop of poison, and watched it go from a dark shade of blue to a light violet colour. All around me, I could tell that everyone was struggling. With her intelligence and my Potion's skills, this potion was child's play.

"Can anybody tell me what the properties of this Potion are?" Snape said icily, standing with his arms crossed as usual.

Someone's arm shot up immediately. I know you can guess who.

No one else's hand was up, but Snape ignored her presence. "Haven't been catching up on your assignment I see. Ten inch of parchment on this potion due in tomorrow."

Finnegan and Weasley started to protest indignantly. Snape took away twenty House Points each.

Hermione looked rather dejected that she wasn't called on.I consoled her by whispering something in her ear. She chuckled at that.

Potter turned around and glared at her. She was silent as he bore his eyes into her skull. "I bet you enjoyed that didn't you Mudblood," he hissed. "Bet you've taken Parkinson's place as the Slytherin slut."

Weasley snickered. "Bet you'd love to do Malfoy. Bet you have already. Slut."

Hermione stayed silent staring at the floor, stiff and not moving. She tried to be strong. "Bet you've been doing your sister, Weasley. You know that's incest right?"

Weasley's face flushed red and he nudged Potter to say something. "Actually, you know what Malfoy, I feel sorry for you. A day with that Mudblood could send me reeling with disgust. But bet you did her all the same." That idiot carrot-head freak started laughing at me. Potter started joining in and made low perverse sounds.

Anger, loathing and spite rose up in me. If I could, I would've punched the living daylights out of them. Instead, I took the cauldron filled with the Ernev Potion and purposely emptied out all the contents on them both.

Hah! Who's laughing now Potter.

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