Chapter 6: What's Blood Got to Do With it?
~*~*~*~ Draco's compartment ~*~*~*~
Draco got back to his compartment dazed. Why it came to be a huge shock to him, he didn't know. It was obvious; she gets the best grades in class. Plus, she was a teacher's pet. He shook his thoughts away. He had to because when he entered his compartment, Faye was sitting in the couch with a puzzled look on her face.
"What, babe?" Draco inquired.
"How do you explain this?" She walked to the bar and pressed a button. All of a sudden, a disco ball came out of the ceiling, "Disco Inferno" came blasting out of nowhere, and there were strobe lights everywhere. She raised an eyebrow.
" 'Disco Inferno'? I know you can do better than that."
" Let's just get dressed." He laid down Faye's stuff on the couch and went to the bathroom to change. When he came out finally, Faye was looking out the window.
"I got to go. We'll be stopping soon. Granger and I have to help unload. You'll be fine." With that, he turned on his heel and walked out.
~*~*~*~ The golden trio's compartment ~*~*~*~
After everyone got dressed, all the boys in Gryiffindor gathered around and talked about the one thing they knew well: Quidditch. Hermione couldn't take it anymore. If she heard the word Chudley Cannons, Snitch, and/or record once more, she was going to scream. Faye walked in.
"Got room for one more?" She said, walking her way around the guys.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Malfoy?" Hermione responded coldly.
"Look, you obviously hate Draco. Why? I don't know. But I'm sure he's deserved one way or another. He can be the sweetest guy ever," Ginny scoffed. Ignoring her, Faye continued, "and he can be the biggest dick, like now. He left me alone in his compartment because he needs to help unload the first years. Screw the fact I haven't seen . . . Hermione, are you ok?"
Hermione sat frozen to her seat, "Shit, I forgot. I was to be there 5 minutes ago." She took off at top speed and made for the door. But wasn't quick enough to miss Ron.
"No, the highlight was when the Seeker of Chudley Cannons broke the record for most fights in a game!" She screamed and ran out the door and into Draco. All the guys looked at the door and then returned to talking. Ginny and Faye began to talk about how weird guys get. Draco and Hermione began to talk about other stuff.
"Once again, Granger. I know my sexiness is hard for you to resist, but god, you don't have to throw yourself at me. It's really aggravating".
"Well, watch where you're going!"
"You're bumping into me!" Hermione blushed a little at her blunder. "Anyway, you are late for our meeting. So, hurry your ass up."
Hermione wasn't going anywhere. "I met Faye." That got Draco's attention. He froze. "She's nice. Question is 'What's a nice girl doing with a not-so-nice guy like you?'"
In one swift movement, Draco turned around and pinned her to the wall. "Shut up!" He snarled. "You can't possibly fathom what happened between me and Faye. So, don't even try or I'll put you in more pain than you know possible."
Hermione quit struggling. "Fine, let go of me, now . . . please."
He released her. "Then, shut up and let's go. We're late." He started walking to the front of the train. "You okay?" Hermione almost stopped in her tracks. Did Draco Malfoy just ask if she was ok? "I wish you Mudbloods would clean your ears or just speak…."
"I'm fine." She interrupted. The rest of the walk was in silence.
~*~*~*~ The Great Hall at Hogwarts ~*~*~*~
Everyone sat down and began talking about their summer. Neville apparently caught on fire, while trying to light a cigarette for the first time and last time. However, being lit on fire was better than how his grandma punished him. She took his plant away for the school year. He almost started crying, while retelling the moments they had together. Harry was quite relived when Hermione sat down. That was until he saw she was quite pissed.
"What's wrong?" questioned Harry.
"Head People get their own dormitories," answered Hermione with a shudder.
"So, the problem is?" Ron stated.
"Together! I'm sharing a dormitory with Malfoy." She buried her head in her hands. Everyone was in shock to say anything. Ron, however, was content on making a weird choking noise and that's when the Sorting Hat started to sing. It wasn't anything interesting but it ended with the same advice for the last 3 years now.
Dumbledore rose from his seat. "This year, we have an exchange student from New York, in the US. I know you will treat her with respect as you show your other classmates. Faye Newman, would you please sit on the stool so you can be placed?"
Faye walked over and sat down. She saw Draco give her a wink. *Here goes nothin'*
~*~*~*~ 45 Minutes Later ~*~*~*~
Faye was still sitting on the stool. The Sorting Hat was still trying to place her. It got to the point where everyone already started to eat and Dumbledore already did his speech. Everyone started to talk and stopped paying attention to Faye. Except Draco, he was beginning to worry. What was going on?
Dumbledore rose again and everyone stopped talking. "Since, this is going to take awhile. Everyone who is not a first year, Prefect, HeadGirl, or HeadBoy, can leave. Please, learn the password . . ."
"Gryiffindor!" the hat shouted. Faye looked surprised. Draco went completely white and Ron spit out his pumpkin juice all over Harry. Gryiffindor started to clap and cheer. All except Ron, who once again was doing that choking noise. Faye made her way to the table. Everyone started to get up and walk to their dormitory. Faye and Ginny started to talk about surprising Hermione, until Lavender and Parvati came running up to Faye asking what's the fashion in New York. Faye's response was "Egg shells are all the rage." Ginny tried not to make eye contact with Faye, for fear of laughing.
However, Ron wasn't laughing, he wasn't cracking jokes, and a smile was not on his face.
"Ron, it's not that bad. It's ok. Really, it is." Harry said.
"Yeah, so she'll be in all of our classes. So, I can't stand her. Who cares? We'll just what, Harry? Ignore each other? Make up? Be best mates?" Ron's ear started to turn red.
"Ok, I got the point. Just try not to argue with her and stay out of each other's way."
Two people who couldn't stay out of each other's way, no matter what they did were Hermione and Draco. They were standing in front of what would be their dormitories. It was behind a painting of a dragon and a sphinx. Hermione raised her eyebrows at the weird combination.
"Time to pick a password," squeaked Professor Flitwick.
"Carpe Diem," Draco said automatically. Professor Flitwick looked at Hermione for approval. She just nodded. The dragon looked at her and breathed fire and the sphinx looked at Draco and kicked the dirt from his little area. The portraits swung open to reveal a normal Common Room. Black leather couches and white rug for half of the room and black rug, white couches for the other half. Straight ahead were two doors. One with a lion on it, the other with a snake.
"Those are the doors to your house and if you go up the stairs, you'll find your bedrooms and bathroom," squeaked Professor Flitwick. "There'll be a list of your duties on the center table. Please read it and go to sleep." As soon as Professor Flitwick left, there was a race to the table.
Draco got there first and started to read it out loud.
"Dear Draco and Hermione, A.K.A Mudblood "Shut the hell up and read." "I can't do both." "Read."
First off, let me congratulate you on making Head Boy and Head Girl. Please, do not neglect the actions that have gotten you thus far. Starting next week, you will meet the Prefects in a meeting every Monday. You will meet with me every other Tuesday. Other than that, you will be in charge of putting a dance. The dance will be held on Christmas. The theme will be of your choice. You are also in charge of leading an example for the others students. Not only because it's the right thing to do but also the teachers have a pool on how long it'll take before you hex each other. I have 6 galleons on Halloween. However, I'd prefer to lose. Have a great time.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore"
"We have to do a dance? Malfoy, I know nothing about dancing."
"I've been to hundreds of them. They're all the same. It's all in theme."
"I'm going to bed, now. Night." The door swung open and there was Faye and Ginny in their pajamas.
"Let's get this party started," Faye stated.
"What's going on?" Hermione stuttered.
"We are spending the night!" Ginny looked at Hermione like she had six eyes.
"That's wonderful. Going to have a sleepover. Do each other's hair. Talk about boys. Take the new Quibbler's quiz," Draco said going up the stairs.
"Like 'How to Know if Your Best Friend is a Bitch'. Yeah, took it. You are." Faye retorted. Ginny and Hermione laughed.
"But there's school tomorrow and. . ." Hermione started again.
"It'll be Saturday and it's only Potions. I think we'll be ok. Oh my god, Ginny! We were wrong in coming here, weren't we? I mean risking hours of fun for a lesson in Potions. What on Earth were we thinking?" Faye shuddered.
"Fine, just go in and be quite. I cannot get in trouble. So, hush."
Ginny and Faye squealed and thundered up the stairs.
~*~*~*~ The Next Morning ~*~*~*~
Hermione woke up by falling off her bed. She stood up groggy, wondering what happened last night. Then, her eyes rested on Ginny, sleeping on the sofa. Hermione took a double look. Yup, there was a sofa in her room. In fact, her room wasn't all that different than her normal room, except, for that sofa. Then, she remembered Faye and Ginny fighting for that sofa. Faye was sleeping on a stack of paper. She had a lot of fun that night. Gossiping about people, talking about boys, (Mostly about Ron, and how Draco has nailed every girl in the school possible, but mostly about how Harry cheated on Ginny last year). But most importantly, Hermione was given a new nickname "Mia". Mia looked at the huge clock and realized Potions begin in 15 minutes. * That's lovely, SHIT*
"Faye, wake up! We have to go." Faye jolted up with a paper stuck to her forehead, "Huh? " she muttered half-asleep.
"We have to go! Wake up Ginny." Mia rushed to the bathroom. She slipped into her robe and tried to brush her hair, but like usual, it got stuck. She yanked the brush out and just put her hair in ponytail. She walked out, to see Faye fully dressed and her hair perfectly done. Problem was it looked like a whole bunch of things were attacking her face.
"What are you doing?"
"Make up."
"We don't have time for that!
"There is always time to look good." The things stopped attacking her and zoomed neatly into the make up bag. The two girls ran down the stairs and into the classroom with two minutes to go. Mia and Faye gave each over high-five.
"You're touching a Mudblood willingly?" Draco raised an eyebrow. Faye turned around, "What did you call just call her?"
"Mudblood. What she is. Not of Pureblood. Unworthy." Draco said like he was talking to three year old. The Slytherins behind him chuckled.
"I'm not of Pureblood. I guess I'm not worthy." Draco's smile disappeared. "Maybe that's why your parents kicked me out." Draco just stood there. "And maybe you'll stop loving me." Faye pouted.
"No, don't say that," Draco responded
"But our blood." Faye looked into his eyes.
"Blood isn't important" Draco said. Regretting saying that instantly.
"Than, don't call her that foul name. She deserves better, Draco. And you know it," Faye put her hands on her hips. "Promise me you'll never call her that again."
"Faye!" Draco yelped, looking enraged.
"DRACO ADIAN MALFOY!" A bottle on Snape's desk shattered.
"I promise to never call Granger a Mudblood again." Draco said quickly.
"Thank you," Faye sat in her seat with Mia. Snape walked in, looked at the shattered bottle, and look at Faye. Then, he began the lesson.