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And without further ado...
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As the green scarf smacked her in the face, Hermione Granger was thinking quickly. She knew there was nothing wrong with what she had done the evening before, but no matter how innocent the truth was, telling even a crumb of it to these maniacal girls was like pouring Arsenic down her throat. It was social suicide.
"Don't get excited ladies, there's an explanation. But I'm warning you, it's really quite arid. I hate to disappoint you, but I'm quite sure the crazy scenarios you three have cooked up are far better than the truth."
The girls looked at her expectantly.
"We're not stupid, Hermione. We tried to imagine every boring situation it could possibly be, because we know it's you for Merlin's sake, and you wouldn't even dare to think anything crazy, but we could not think of one bloody thing! You are going to tell us immediately why you came back late to the dormitories wearing Draco Malfoy's scarf!" huffed Lavender, wearing a pointed glare.
"Okay, well, you know that Malfoy and I are some of the only students left in Arithmancy this year, correct? Well, we are having a huge exam later this week, and the both of us were in the library studying last night. I caught up in my reading and I lost track of time. When I finally saw a clock I gathered my things and began to sprint out, so I ran into him on the way. We both stumbled back and I accidentally dropped some of my things. I must have picked up his scarf without noticing."
"Did you also, without noticing, put it on?"
"I honestly don't remember well, Ginny, but it was cold, and it was late, and I was tired. I hardly think the assumption that I put it on without thinking is ridiculous."
Hermione started to put on her uniform and get her hair ready as the girls talked about what had happened. Trying to ignore the chatter, she put her hair in a pony-tail holder in what she thought was a confident manner and turned to face them.
"There is absolutely no romantic entanglement between myself and Draco. We are perfectly normal enemies. We are black and white. Slytherin and Gryffindor. Am I making myself clear?" asked Hermione, opening the door to the common room.
"Crystal" said Parvati.
Upon hearing this she inwardly did the Macarena and briskly walked out the dormitory door and into the common room.
A confused Ginny Weasley shot a suspicious look at the back of her best friend's head.
"Did she just call him Draco?"
"Why Ginerva, I think she did."
"Maybe they're not as contending as she claims."
"Ah, but maybe love, maybe they are. You know, of course, that the Montagues and Capulets were also 'perfectly normal enemies' as well."
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"Hey Ron" she said, walking into the common room.
"Hey Hermione, want to head down to the hall?"
"Shouldn't we wait for Harry?"
"He said he had something to take care of and he'd meet us in Potions."
Hermione was about to protest, but all thought was abandoned when she saw Ginny walk out of the dormitory with her two friends in tow. Being a target of one of their insane ploys, all she wanted to do was leave.
"Well, if you're sure." She said, rushing out of the portrait hole.
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I heard a voice call my surname when I was walking towards the great hall, so I turned around.
"Potter." I said, bluntly. I was really in no mood to have a tiff with the Wonder Boy, so my greeting was a little less zealous than usual.
"You and I need to talk about something." He said, looking me squarely in the eyes.
"And what might that be?" I replied shrewdly, or, as shrewdly as I could reply so early in the morning.
"Why was Hermione wearing your scarf last night? I would've asked her, but she thinks quickly on her feet, and she could come up with a million different excuses at once. I want you to tell me the honest truth."
Why, in Merlin's name, would I tell Potter the truth about anything?
I don't know, but for some crazy reason, I did.
"Well naturally Potter," I began "the girl was cold."
And with that, I turned and billowed away, leaving a very confused Harry Potter behind me. After recovering from his shock, he yelled out,
"You better not be messing with her Malfoy! I'll kill you!"
I was at the end of the corridor, so I just turned left and walked down another corridor, smirk firmly planted on my face. Enraging Potter was almost as fun as Granger. But alas…not quite.
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"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mister Potter, because there are no death threats allowed towards my students." said Snape, walking by.
As soon as the professor was out of site, Harry ran down the hall to catch up with Malfoy.
"Seriously, Malfoy. I need to know what the bloody hell is going on."
"She and I aren't getting married Potter. We're not even sharing notes. I let her wear my scarf, but if you would prefer your precious Hermione to freeze to death, I'll make a mental note for next time."
"You and I both know that isn't what this is about. Even though there's more to the scarf than you're telling me, I want to know what happened when you had that detention. I stayed up and waited for her and whether she knows it or not, something happened that night."
"Something like what Potter?" he sneered, hoping Harry was just guessing and didn't know how right he really was.
"She came into our common room Malfoy. She came into our common room after three hours and said all you did was tell her to clean a desk? It took Hermione Granger, my best friend, and smartest witch in our year, three hours to clean a desk! After three hours of cleaning a desk her hair got bigger and her lips got swelled? She comes back from the forest wearing a scarf with your family crest on it that you gave her because she was cold? You, the boy who is her sworn enemy, who would scoff at her and discriminate against her-protected her from a little chill? You, subconsciously, call her Hermione when you speak? I have known her since we were kids. I have watched you and her for years, and I'm the perceptive type. There's a piece missing to this puzzle Malfoy."
"Maybe something happened between us at that detention. Maybe she regretted it, so maybe I helped her to forget it. Maybe I hated to see her cold last night. And maybe, Potter, this isn't your puzzle to solve."
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"Miss Granger!" I said, in the middle of class, "since it is obviously your fault that Longbottom has fainted, I demand you escort him to the hospital wing."
"Professor, I didn't do anything. You told me to stop giving Neville help, so I did!" she fought back futilely.
"And so, Granger, without any help from you, he conducted his project completely wrong. Get him out of my site!"
I swear, without this job, I don't know how I would live. If there is one place where the other three houses get to shine without the constant favoritism of Gryffindors, it is my classroom. Maybe, for my equal treatment policy, I get mocked, and people say that my hair is greasy. These plebeians just cannot appreciate that my hair is styled.
A
pale, arrogant hand shot into the air a few moments
later.
"Professor, may I go to the restroom please?" asked
our eager young Mister Malfoy.
I wish I would've put two and two together before automatically saying yes, because as soon as he scurried out of the dungeons, I realized the boy was going to stalk Granger.
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"Granger!" barked a flaxen haired beauty from behind her. That was me.
"Granger! Slow down!" I said again, getting impatient.
"What do you want? I am not sleeping with the professor, so I get in trouble when I get to class late."
"Sleeping with the professor, interesting metaphor, although I wouldn't have expected it from you."
"Perhaps, Mister Malfoy, your sinister ways are rubbing off on me." She said turning and running down the corridor.
I liked the sound of that.
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New Rule- If I get twenty reviews in a day, I will automatically update within a day. So, if I have 20 reviews by the time I wake up on November 15th, I will update that night and that update will include some steamy DHr. If I don't then, maybe I'll write a chapter or two on Ron's eating habits, and Draco and Hermione will decide to date other people. Muahaha! Or, maybe I'll just update in a week.