A.N- Hi people! It's me again. Plain, old, boring me. Or not. I don't know. I'm running on three-hour's sleep, so don't blame me if I sound a bit nuts. Oh, and read SingForTheMoment's story Saving Gabriel. It's SO good!
CHAPTER 17-LAY LOWThe Death Eater's meeting involved just the older ones, but nevertheless we – the student Death Eaters – were obligated to come and "join in on the fun," as one could possibly say it. The Dark Lord wanted a large attack on London to brag about, but not in Diagon Alley. No, he wanted one of epic proportions. He wanted an attack that will be remembered for all time, or for at least quite a few years. Whatever. It wasn't as if I was going to be involved in it. See, normally I would have cared deeply and would have been pathetically but I was a changed girl. Personally, I couldn't care less at the moment. I was too busy thinking.
Classes were seemingly all squeezed together, as were my thoughts. All I could think about was what was going on. By the end of the week, more than half of the remaining student population had left HogwardHogwarts, with many more waiting to go home. All those that remained were those with muggle parents, who had no idea what went on, and those on the side of Dumbledore, who had said to the world that if something happened, Hogwarts should still go on. Professor McGonagall took up the position of Headmistress after a vote of the School Governors.
And then there was Malfoy. After our little…accident – for want of a better word – he started to look at me strangely. That could be understood, though. I mean, seriously, we had sex! And as utterly repulsed and self-conscious and regretful and angry and exposed and sluttish as I felt, I couldn't deny the fact that it was sex – and yes, drunken, unintentional sex, because neither of us could be held accountable for the action – and there was nothing we could do about that. End of story.
Potions class was definitely awkward. You could say that you could have cut the tension with a knife. And everyone in the room at the time could see that, though no one wanted to say it. Why would anyone say that? It wasn't as if Malfoy and I were the best of friends…ever. So what's a bit of tension between two enemies, forced to work together on a Potion?
"Add one newt's eye," I instructed Malfoy, while reading the book. "While stirring counter-clockwise. Then add three drops Merlin's Solution and two fresh ginger root."
Malfoy finished adding in the last root, and I responded, "Okay, now move and let me stir."
"Manners, manners," he chided sardonically, "Always say your pleases and thank-you's when wanting something, Granger."
"Move your bloody arse, Malfoy, please."
"Language, Granger? Tsk tsk."
He is so intolerable.
You can't deny that.
Oh great! Not you again. Just when I thought that you had left me forever…
Oh no, Hermione. I'm pretty much here to stay.
Oh god.
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Isn't Granger hott?
Are you out of your mind? Well her ass isn't too bad, I must say.
See! You do think she's hott! I was right! You've got a little crush on her.
No I don't. Shut up.
If you didn't have a crush on her, then why are you getting so bend out of shape?
I DO NOT HAVE A BLOODY CRUSH ON GRANGER. GIVE IT UP ALREADY.
Denial.
Please shut up before I beat your bloody face in.
How could you beat me if I am you?
Oh god.
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Once or twice I caught Malfoy staring at my ass. I must say, that was just a bit uncomfortable, what with him being Malfoy and I being Hermione Granger. I couldn't forget the fact that it was also my ass, and not another one of his stupid groupies who follow him around like simpering baboons. But that's beside the point. Anyways, I would never confront him about it, because I know that he would deny it ever happening anyways.
And then I caught myself thinking that I wouldn't mind too much if I saw his…before I immediately stopped myself, of course. It was just raging teenage hormones. I was bound to get them sometime, even if it was about the stupid Ferret boy. He wasn't too horrible either as of late, which sucked, because it made this stupid voice come back. It kept saying something about loving Malfoy, which of course is impossible. Who could ever love a…and to think I had almost said Death Eater. Ha! See what I hypocrite I've become? I myself am the one thing that I should so passionately despise.
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Damn stupid Teenage Raging Hormones! They make me think things about Granger that I would have never thought before. That I shouldn't think in the first place! She's goody-two-shoes Mudblood Gryffindore…well now that she's branded with the mark and all, I can't exactly call her a goody-two-shoes. She's been promoted/demoted to an Apple Polisher. Why do I think of her like that when I see her? I shouldn't. It's not right. But on the plus side, she's not too bad in bed, if you know what I'm saying (wink…wink). She definitely gives good…
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"Draco, Granger, you two have a problem," said a very bothered Severus Snape.
"What's going on, Professor? Is it something with the Order? Is it something with the Death Eaters?" I asked franticly.
"Calm down Granger," said Malfoy. "Sir, what is it? Is it with the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix?"
"Yeah, very calm Malfoy," I muttered quietly.
"I heard that," he said.
"Will you two be quiet! We have a very serious matter at hand. There's been some talking in the Dark Lord's inner circle. They're beginning to get suspicious about you two. The Dark Lord cannot ignore this. You're going to have to lay low for a while."
"As in…"
"None of the Gryffindores, Granger. Less whispering in class like you two have a secret or some information. This is until the talking and doubt die down."
"Are we not supposed to spy on Hogwarts for the Dark Lord? Are we not supposed to keep up the façade that we're bringing useful information to the Death Eaters? If we don't do our 'job' then how can we remain valuable to the Dark Lord?" I ranted loudly.
"Would you prefer to be killed?" the professor asked rhetorically. After there was no response from me, he said, "I didn't think so."
"I would understand why Granger was under suspicion, but what about me?"
"The Dark Lord isn't blind to what's going on at Hogwarts. He knew about the Tri-Wizard Tournament before you did. He would obviously know how often you've been at…whomever's. His Death Eaters aren't stupid."
"We're going to die!" Malfoy shouted. "Oh god! We're going to die! They're going to murder us! I'm too young to die!"
"Oh shut-up! We're not going to die, Malfoy."
"I'm too beautiful to die."
"If you two lay low, you won't die." Malfoy then stopped his incessant yelling. "I'll be going now, if you two don't mind. I have some second-year essays that need grading…or a good tutor, now that I think of it." And then he was off.
"What do you make of this, Granger?" he asked me.
"Oh! So now you're asking for my opinion, I see. My, how the tabled have changed. What do you want my opinion for?"
"Oh stop acting like a bitch and answer my question."
"Well you heard Snape. If we just 'lay low' then we won't die. It's pretty simple, really."
"No it's not!" he shouted. "They won't leave us alone. Especially you! They really wouldn't mind killing you. I mean, you're a valuable spy, what with your connections with Harry Potter and whatnot, but you're a…muggleborn."
"And what about you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? What do you think will happen with you? Do you think that they're going to let your betrayal slide just because you're a Malfoy? Ever hear of someone named Regulus Black?"
"In conversation pieces a while ago. Why?"
"He was a Death Eater, from a family as old and 'noble' and pureblood as your own. Maybe even as rich!"
"What your point?"
"He did something or other – I think that he backed out on an order – and was killed. And not even from the Dark Lord!"
"He was my mum's cousin," he muttered quietly.
"Pardon?"
"He was my mother's cousin! God, how could I forgotten! The name Black sounded so familiar-" Duh, Sirius Black ring any bells?
"What if we die?" I asked grimly.
"What do you mean, 'What if we die?' If we die then we'll be dead!" he exclaimed.
"Don't. Even. Joke."