Quintessence
A/N: There is a lot of fluff in this chapter. So if you don't like it, then skip to the end, because there's drama there! Goblet of Fire comes out this fri! Can't wait till then. And is anyone up for being my beta? Please email me! Love you guys!
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Ch 13 Filthy Mudblood
Draco and Hermione were doing homework in a far corner of the library. They were sitting in a comfortable silence, listening to the occasional whisper of a student nearby.
"Love, do we really have to do this now?" Draco whined.
"You know McGonagall hates you! Now do your homework so she won't hate you more." Hermione ordered.
"Why did I have to fall in love with you?" Draco teased, chuckling.
Hermione gasped, "And what makes you think I'm enjoying this!" Hermione giggled.
Draco crawled over and pulled Hermione onto his lap. He pulled her in for a kiss. A few minutes later Hermione broke from the snogging and spoke.
"Homework...Draco." Hermione panted.
"I know...later" He managed to get out.
"Ugh." Hermione grumbled. She slid down off of Draco's lap and sat in the chair next to him. She leaned her head on his shoulder. He draped his arm over her shoulders and sighed.
"Why do you always have to be caught up in homework?" Draco asked as he brushed a few strands of hair from her face.
"Because I want to graduate with high marks." Hermione replied nonchalantly.
"Your marks are already the highest in the bloody school!" Draco complained.
"I know, but there's nothing wrong with trying to get them better." Hermione shrugged.
"And you've beaten me again in another argument." Draco sighed, opening up another book.
"You seriously think I have the highest grades?" Hermione asked bewildered.
"No, Potter has the highest grades 'Mione. Of course you do!" Draco cried sarcastically.
"I know I'm smart, but I thought at least someone would beat me in grades." Hermione replied humbly.
"Of course not, you're my smart little know it all." He cooed into her ear, kissing the top of her head.
"Draco, stop! I'm trying to study me. Honestly, taking advantage of me while I'm distracted. I expected better from a pureblood!" Hermione teased.
"And I expected less from a filthy mudblood!" Draco cried. Draco regretted what he said the minute he saw the anger brew in Hermione's eyes.
"I can't believe you, bringing this into a mock argument!" Hermione huffed as she got up, scrambling to get her things together.
"I'm so sorry Hermione. I got carried away. You have every right to call me that. And even more right to be mad at me. Please forgive me, in time. Please, Hermione, you know I love you." Draco whispered the last part softly as Hermione left through the library doors.
Draco sighed and slapped himself over the head. "I'm such a bloody idiot."
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Hermione walked towards the Gryffindor Tower, the steam visibly pouring out of her ears. She muttered the password and ran past the Fat Lady.
The minute she stepped into the common room, everyone looked up.
"Has anyone seen Ginny?" Hermione's voice asked a in a quavering whisper.
"She's in her dormitory." A shy third year replied, eyes cast down.
"Thank you so much!" Hermione cried gratefully.
She didn't even bother knocking. She bounded into the dormitory and called out, "Ginny" in the loudest voice she could muster.
"I'm coming." Ginny bellowed from the bathroom.
Hermione sat on Ginny's bed and started to cry softly.
Ginny came out at the sound of crying and immediately embraced Hermione in a friendly hug.
"What happened?" Ginny asked in a motherly tone.
"D-Draco said the m-m-meanest things to me. I guess it's k-kinda my fault, I s-s-started the f-fake argument, but he t-took it too far and called me...he called me a f-f-filthy m-m-mudblood." Hermione stuttered, trembling.
"Ssshhhh Hermione." Ginny cooed, "He probably didn't mean it. You know how he doesn't use the term 'self control' much." Ginny reassured her.
"I k-know. But w-wasn't that a b-bit harsh?" Hermione squeaked.
"Yes it was 'Mione. Let's just have a bit of girl talk. You wanna stay at my dorm?" Ginny suggested.
"Sure. Where will I (hiccup) sleep?" Hermione asked.
"Don't worry about it. We'll conjure a bed."
"I just hope he (hiccup) comes to his senses and apologizes."
"I'm sure he did apologize, you were just so infuriated that you didn't listen." Ginny whispered hesitantly.
"I am such a heartless prick. Here he tries to apologize and I don't even listen!" Hermione wailed, sitting on the floor at the edge of the bed.
" 'Mione, he's the one who said those things. Just let everything blow over and then you can listen to his most sincere apology. I know I don't like him, but I see how he looks at you 'Mione. I've never seen more love in a person's eyes, ever. And that's saying something, seeing as mum smothers me in hugs everyday..." Ginny trailed off, "Anyways! How 'bout we Accio a bag of clothes and talk?"
"That'd be lovely Gin. But my wand is in my room." Hermione sighed.
"That's why I have mine!" Ginny smiled contently, reaching up to her bed and grabbing her wand.
"Accio Hermione's clothes." Ginny ordered boldly.
Just then a big rumble was heard and Hermione and Ginny saw a huge wave of clothes fill the room.
"Ginny!" Hermione screamed, getting out of the way.
"How long ya staying 'Mione?" Ginny joked.
"Now we have to clean all this up!" Hermione complained.
"Don't worry about it, we'll just shrink it all and put it in a bag." Ginny replied non chalantly.
"That'll work." Hermione giggled as she started shrinking everything in sight.
A few hours later they had shrunk everything and stuffed it in a bag. They left a pair of pajama's and a change of robes and clothes for the next day.
"Now, go take a relaxing shower and change in to cozy pj's. We're having serious girl talk." Ginny ordered, hands on her hips like Mrs. Weasley.
"Yes mum" Hermione giggled as she stepped into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and got out. Hermione changed into solid blue pajama shorts with ducks on them. Then she put on a white tank top and some slippers. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun and stepped out with her hair in a towel.
"Now, where were we?" Hermione asked, dropping the towel from her hair and shaking her head.
"Don't give me a bloody shower Hermione!" Ginny teased, covering herself.
"Sorry." Hermione apologized sheepishly.
"Doesn't matter. Now, do you really truly love Draco?" Ginny asked sincerely.
"Of course!" Hermione gasped. "It's just that the insult he gave me took the fun a little too far. He knows it of course, but I need to show him that I don't get pushed around."
"Well, I think he knows that from past experience Hermione. Don't you want to at least confront him. Maybe to check if he'll apologize?" Ginny suggested.
"I'm honestly not sure Gin. I mean, I already miss him. But I don't want to spoil him and just go running back to him like a puppy." Hermione sighed.
"Psshh, he's spoiled enough 'Mione. Not even you can change that. But haven't you noticed that he's changed. For the better?" Ginny pointed out.
"Yes he has. I just...I don't know." Hermione sighed heavily.
"Well, I suggest you show up like this, scantily dressed, and have him apologize." Ginny shrugged.
"Ginny!" Hermione cried.
"What?"
"I'm not going to run to him. He has to come to me."
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Draco walked down the corridor, towards the Gryffindor Tower. He couldn't think of any other place Hermione would go if not her own room. He kept thinking about what he said. 'I really am a heartless prick. Hermione will never forgive me'.
He reached the portrait and stopped in front of it. "Can you let me in?" He muttered.
"Not without the password." The Fat Lady replied.
"My friend is in there and I need to talk to her. Can you please let me in?" He asked again, raising his voice.
"No."
"Then I'll just have to knock until they open. How would you like that?" Draco smirked.
The Fat Lady complied and opened the portrait. He stormed through and reached the Girl's Dormitories. He knocked loudly and kept knocking until he heard a shrill "Come In."
"Must be Weasley." He chuckled to himself.
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"Come In" Ginny screamed above the knocking.
Hermione covered her ears while Ginny screamed.
Then Hermione turned around and she saw Draco come in through the door.
"How'd you get in?" Hermione snapped.
"That doesn't matter. Lil Redhead, can you give us a minute?" Draco mumbled.
"Sure, bye 'Mione." Ginny winked as she left through the door.
(A/N: And the forecast calls for a storm of fluffy fluff-tastic-ness so please beware, mind you. dont want anybody drowning now. -ducks in house-)
"Hermione, I love you so much, I already miss you. You have to understand, I don't use the term 'self control' much. I got carried away and you have every right to be mad at me. Please, I just want you to hear my apology." Draco pleaded, grabbing her hands.
"Well, go on then."
"I love you Hermione. And I know you love me too. I got carried away back there. I promise I'll make it up to you in some way. I just can't bear to be in a fight with you, I don't like it and I'm sure you don't either. The minute you walked out a 50 pound lead weight was dropped in my stomach. Please, I really want you back."
Hermione's eyes teared up while she replied, "Wow."
"Yea, I know. I'm pretty surprised myself." He chuckled.
Hermione tried to hold in a giggle, but couldn't.
Draco embraced her in a hug. "So, are you back love?"
"I'm not sure Draco. What you said back there really hurt me."
"I told you I was sorry!" Draco screamed innocently.
"I know that baby. Your on thin ice though." Hermione replied.
"As long as I'm on some ice." Draco chuckled as he walked up to Hermione and kissed her.
Hermione broke the kiss and leaned her head on his chest. "I can't believe I was about to hold a grudge. I'd miss this." Hermione giggled.
"So would I."
"Can you just never do that again? No more old nicknames, got it?" Hermione ordered.
"Yes baby. Anything for you. Now, what do you say to a movie or something back at the common room?" Draco suggested.
"That'd be wonderful." Hermione complied.
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Hermione and Draco were walking back to the dormitories hand in hand.
"Baby, I didn't mention it before, but those pajama's look aboslutely divine on you." Draco chuckled.
Hermione slapped his arm playfully.
"Ow! Just joking." Draco faked.
"Oh, don't be such a baby." Hermione huffed and gave him a don't-go-there-right-now-look.
Draco stopped walked and pulled Hermione in for a hug.
"Draco, I know this isn't the right time, but when is your Death Eater inauguration?" Hermione asked.
"I'm not sure." He shrugged.
"Don't you wanna find out?"
"Yes, but not right now."
"Well, we've gotta plan when we're going to attack."
"Yes I know love. Can we just drop it for now." Draco snapped.
"Sorry." Hermione mumbled.
"It's not your fault. I just don't like talking about this. But when the time comes, I will." He reassured her.
"I love you Draco."
"I love you too." He whispered, leaning down and giving her a long innocent kiss.
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Harry was sitting in his room, hunched over a piece of parchment. He was hurriedly scratched something on the parchment. He then attached the note to Hedwig and said, "Send this to Hermione Granger"
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Hermione was curled up on the couch with Draco watching 'The Breakfast Club' (A/N: do not mock me, couldn't come up with anything else, but hey, it's a classic!).
"Draco, this reminds me a lot of you and your Slytherin crew." Hermione giggled.
"Really?" Draco asked, looking down at her.
"Yes. Now baby, the Christmas dance is coming up, and I think we should plan something. How 'bout a romantic theme?" Hermione suggested.
"Sure, whatever you want love."
"No, I want you to help plan! And speaking of plan, when is your Death Eater Inauguration?" Hermione asked.
"Don't know. My father should be sending me an owl pretty soon." Draco shrugged.
Just then, the black owl swooped down from outside the window and landed next to Draco on the armrest. Draco reached over Hermione and picked up the note. Hermione attended to the owl and pet his head lightly. The owl bit Hermione's finger and flew off.
"It bit me!" Hermione cried.
"Hhhm?" Draco asked, reading the letter.(A/N: Sorry, its me again. You all read the letter in the last chapter, but your gonna read it again!).
Son-
I hope you are recovering well. Wouldn't want people finding out about this, now would we. Your pathetic mother sends her 'love'. Don't write back. I want you fully recovered in 3 weeks for your ceremony. The Dark Lord is waiting your arrival. If you refuse this, then you shall be punished severely. And I trust your grades are improving like I asked? Yes, well, I don't care. I want your full attention on the Dark Arts. I will be testing you on some of the curses in the book entitled, "History of the Dark Arts" I want you to read and fulfill all curses in that book. Understood?
- Lucius
"Draco, your bloody bird bit me!" Hermione screamed again.
Draco snapped out of his haze and turned to look at Hermione. "I'm sorry love, what?"
"Your bird bit my bloody finger." Hermione cursed.
Draco waved his wand. The blood disappeared and a small bandage covered the finger.
"Draco, what did the letter say?" Hermione whispered, stroking his hair.
"My inauguration is in three weeks. We need to inform Dumbledore and make a plan, because time flies. And we have the bloody winter ball." Draco sighed heavily.
"Well, first things first, the attack comes before the ball. So we'll tell Dumbledore about the attack, and the ball comes later." Hermione soothed, rubbing her hand up and down his arm softly.
Just then Hedwig flew in and perched herself on Hermione's shoulder.
"Draco, that's Harry's owl." Hermione gasped.
"I'll take care of it."
"No, I want to read what it says. Now sit down." Hermione snapped.
Draco sighed dramatically and plopped himself on the couch.
"Draco, I think you should read this." Hermione suggested.
"Hand it over then"
Hermione-
I know what I've done is wrong, but I really want to help fight this war. And as you probably know, I'm the one who has to kill Voldemort. Prophecy says so. I hope you'll learn to trust me again, I'm beginning to lose trust in myself also. Just please, consider my position in helping you and the gang beat Voldemort.
-Harry
"Potter has come to his senses?" Draco chuckled to himself.
"Yes, and I think we should agree and let him be on our side. After all, he is the one who has to kill Voldemort." Hermione explained.
"I know love, but...but Potter hurt you!" Draco whined
"Oh don't be a worry wart Draco. I'll be fine. You'll be with me the whole time, so nothing will happen." Hermione smiled cheerfully.
"Ok then. But if Potter does one thing..." He was rudely interrupted.
"...Then I'll let you pummel him. Is my wittle Draco happy now?" Hermione teased in a baby voice.
Draco chuckled and kissed Hermione's forehead. "Now about that bloody ball..." Draco trailed off, thinking of details for the ball.
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Lavender was sitting in her room talking and giggling with Parvati and the rest of the girls.
"Hey, you guys wanna know who the hottest couple is right now! Their not really showing it, but I think people should know!" Lavender squealed.
"Who!" The girls asked simultaneously.
"Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger." Lavender whispered as the rest of the girls stood in shock.
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Hermione and Draco were sitting on the couch talking when they heard loud knocking coming from the outside of their portrait.
"Let me in! Let me in!" A shrill voice screamed.
"Ginny?" Hermione asked incredulously.
Hermione walked to the portrait and opened it. Ginny came running in, her face flushed and out of breath.
"Lavender...told...Parvati...which..is...basically...everyone." Ginny panted, hands on her knees.
"Lavender told Parvati what?"
"That you and Draco are together." Ginny responded, regaining her breath.
"Oh my god Draco. This means that the Slytherin's are going to find out and tell your father." Hermione gasped.
"And my father finding out is never good." Draco sighed, sitting down on the couch with his head in his hands.
"Draco, we have to do something about this!" Hermione cried, kneeling on the floor in front of him.
"Yes I know love, I'm trying to think of who would tell first." Draco furrowed his brow in confusion.
"Pansy." Hermione gasped.
They both ran out of the common room hand in hand towards the Slytherin dungeons.
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Pansy finished scratching the note on a piece of parchment and attached it to the school owl just as someone started knocking loudly on her door.
"I'm coming!" Pansy yelled, forgetting about the bird perched on her windowsill.
She opened the door and Draco and Hermione burst through the door. Pansy immediately flew to the bird and shooed it away, with the note attached to it.
"What did that note say Parkinson?" Draco yelled, stepping close to her.
"Nothing your father shouldn't know." Pansy sneered.
"My, my Pansy, finally sunk this low, to tell the father that you've always been afraid of?" Draco smirked, looking down at her.
"Yes, is there a problem Draco?"
"I have a problem. If you really do love me like you say, then you wont hesitate to accept who I go out with. Because if Hermione gets hurt, I'm bringing you down with her. Got it Parkinson?" Draco screamed in her face.
"Yes Draco dear." Pansy said in a sarcastic sweet voice.
"Remember Pansy, her death could be the cause of yours." Draco threatened as he left the room with Hermione.
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A/N: I had to end it here! I know its short, but I got straight to the point. Very sharp point, so step over the pins and needles and sit on the fluffy ness! lol. there is gonna be just pretty much fluff, and some other stuff happening. just thought id give you a little overview.
My head is pounding and I'm tired and I have a project due and I really need to eat. Sorry if this chapter sucked, I'm like really sick. I'll try and get better soon so I can write another chapter!
-ducks tomatoes- don't hurt me!
Anyways, I love you all, and I'm loving your reviews. And will your spare yourselves for the poor and give a few pointers for the coming chapters? I need to make a bump in Draco and Hermione's otherwise smooth relationship.
I said too much already. -runs from mob- now, if everybody would kindly review, it'll make me get better faster and you all wont suffer cause I'm not writing.
Thank you all!
Gypsy