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Chapter Six [The Rumour Mill]
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He left her at the Gryffindor entrance with her wand and a spell that would put her to sleep in 10 minutes.
And then he returned to the dungeons for a night plagued with thoughts of his Hermione. For he had decided that she would be his.
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Draco lay in his bed, grappling with his inexplicable urge to protect and comfort Hermione, which was oddly countered by his more natural urge to play mind games with her. Oh well, it was best he get up and off to class before McGonagall came looking for him. he didn't want his black satin haven invaded by that prim old hag.
He got up and dressed quickly, brushed his hair and charmed his teeth clean, and ran to class. His classmates and McGonagall looked up as the stone door banged open, breaking the silence of note-taking.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are ten minutes late and disrupting my class. Also your robe is on backwards. Please sit down without any further antics, 20 points from Slytherin."
The Slytherins, despite their loss, snickered at his backwards robes while he glared at them and quickly spun the robes the right way, before sitting down and beginning to take down the notes McGonagall was jotting onto the board quickly. The class passed quickly and by the end Draco's stomach was growling loudly. He swore and wished he hadn't missed his breakfast, as he made his way through the thick crowds towards herbology. On top of his hunger was his absolute dread for this class. entirely boring. He spotted Hermione in a stream of students coming towards him, but more importantly, he spotted a muffin in her hand, which she was taking a bite out of as he looked on jealously. It looked like a banana muffin. and Draco had a possessing love for banana muffins, especially Narcissa's, but any banana muffin would do in a squeeze. He purposefully shoved closer to Hermione and just as she passed unsuspectingly, swiped the muffin. She looked up in confusion and met his eyes, flinching in a mix of fear and embarrassment as the events of the previous night came flooding back to her.
"Thanks, babe." He grinned widely and bent down to peck her on the lips quickly before sweeping off towards herbology, much to her dismay, and the observers who had been hoping for a classic Malfoy-Granger duel's shock and intrigue.
By the end of the day the whole school knew about Hermione Granger the Goody Gryffindor and Draco Malfoy the Prince of Slytherin. and their mad passionate love affair.
Neville sat in a corner of the library with Trevor, looking rather forlorn. He had heard all the gory rumours about Draco and Hermione's tragic and forbidden love and, being the self-deprecating person he was, believed them. He scolded himself quietly, he should have known, Draco so much more handsome than he, Hermione too smart and pretty. until Ron appeared next to him.
"Hallo, Neville, why so glum?" Ron plopped cheerily down next to him.
"What are you doing in the library Ron? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." Neville half-heartedly stalled. Ron flushed the color of the lipstick mark on his jawline and said almost seriously,
"Oh, you know, studying. But really Neville, what's eating you? You don't look too hot." He persisted, noting his friend's continued malaise.
"Well, it's just, you know, what with Hermione and all."
"What about Hermione?" Ron was surprised; he'd thought that Hermione and Neville were getting along well.
"Well you know, her and Malfoy. they're in love. it's just sort of discouraging you see, I really liked her.", Neville elaborated, but was cut off by Ron's roar of laughter.
"Oh Neville, honestly, you kill me, oh.man we are gonna have to tell that one to Harry, he will simply grow abs from the laughing, ahahahahaha God, yes that's great. Hermione and Malfoy, ahahahaha" Ron wiped a tear from his eye and whomped Neville on the back. "But we're gonna be late for potions and that would not be good, so best be off, eh?" Ron helped a confused Neville up and they headed towards the dungeons.
"So then Neville said, 'her and Malfoy. they're in love.' and I just about died, oh God Harry could you imagine?" Harry and Ron sat in potions waiting for class to begin, for once Snape was late. They laughed uproariously until he appeared, with a very sour look on his face, and told them to "get to work, you unworthy slobs, and 10 points off Gryffindor".
Hermione and Draco were already working away quietly in their corner, ignoring the constant giggling and whispering directed at them by both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. Hermione was entirely bewildered as to what had set them off so, she hadn't thought the kiss would have spread around so quickly. maybe they knew about her evil ways. but how could anyone giggle at that? Draco, on the other hand, was quite pleased that his little ruse was working so well. He had done everything in his power to perpetuate the rumour, when questioned by eager gossips he would reply innocently, "Hermione doesn't want me to tell anyone about us, but if you don't tell anyone else, I guess it should be ok!" or "Just between us, she's a phenomenal snogger!", acting the part of a smitten and foolhardy school boy. As the class looked on greedily, he attempted to play a game of footsie with her, cause her to kick him in the shin, and whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle (little did they know that he whispered "giggle or I'll kiss you, Granger", which was quite enough motivation for Hermione).
Hermione was quickly becoming confused by this chain of odd and mysterious events. first Malfoy starts hunting her down at every corner, then he finds out about Don, then he pretends he knows nothing about that and pretends that they are in puppy love, setting off a series of scandal reports throughout the school. What, why, where, when, who? But at least in the public eye he couldn't do anything to her, all she had to do was avoid him after classes. not that she'd been doing that too well lately. What would he do if he caught her alone? Could she summon up the courage to duel with him? In her morning-after clarity, she regretted kissing him, and telling him about Don, more than anything else she'd ever done. engulfed in a tidal wave of fear that blinded her completely, she had broken into hysteria. She was much too vulnerable to handle being around him, or anyone for that matter. And even more disturbing, she was catching waves of lust, curiosity and ownership from him as he sat smirking next to her, "reading" a book for their project.
Elsabeth Fedoso was proving to be quite a challenge, she was mysterious and although she was mentioned in many books it seemed that no one had known very much about her, especially her private life. Eventually Hermione became immersed in the chapter she was reading, a list of the spells Elsabeth had created with short descriptions of each.
The Dream Potion: A potion which gives the caster power to monitor and even control a certain person's dreams, when combined with a series of different spells. See pg. 28
Protectoris Charm: A defense charm which surrounds the user in a sort of invisible veil through which nothing can pass for 12 hours. Can be repeated consecutively as long as one wishes, but must be used carefully as no food or water can pass through veil either, best to pack a lunch in cloak.
The list of charms, potions and spells went on endlessly and Hermione was lost in it until she heard Snape dismiss the class. But she wanted to finish this chapter, she's only got a few spells left.
When she looked up, the class is empty. Why hadn't Ron and Harry waited for her?! Hermione swallowed the feeling of fear which rose in her when she realized she was alone in the dank, dark dungeons, and thanked Merlin that there is no one else left in the classroom, in particular, not Malfoy. She gathered her books and ink and quill, her notes, and jumbled them into her bag messily, wanting to get out of the class as quickly as possible and to supper. She hated the dungeons, always had. the feeling of being trapped down here was unbearable, and she could just imagine what it must have been used for in the olden days. she could close her eyes and envision a bloody and emaciated man in that rusting set of chains, or a woman lying helplessly in that dusty, lightless corner. she walked out of the classroom shivering and the let out a small scream as she saw Malfoy leaning on the wall across from her. He smiled.
"Hey, Granger," he said simply (and confusingly), watching her. As he looked at her he felt an unmistakable twinge of lust and swore internally. This really isn't the time Draco, you don't want to scare her. He was not used to mastering these impulses, and said rather brusquely, losing his smile, "What took you so long?"
"Why are you following me around like this, and letting people think we're in love? What are you after Malfoy? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Her eyes have turned cold, inside she is numb with fear.
"Hermione, you're the first person other than myself I've been interested in for years, and I want to explore that idea." He smiles again, in what he hopes is a friendly manner, but she shrinks back toward the wall, her façade of coolness falling away as she turns red.
The dark figure that had entered her room moved towards her, and with a sigh of relief she realizes it is only Uncle Don. "Uncle Don, what are you doing here?" The 8-year-old Hermione asks, smiling up at him. "It's so late, I was asleep." She giggles at the idea of being awake so late. Uncle Don sits on the bed next to her and slowly his hand works under the covers.
"I couldn't sleep. Hey, remember that game we used to play when you were little? Remember the 'Friend Game'?" Hermione remembers.
"Can we play another game, Uncle Don?" She asks hesitantly.
"But I like this one so much!" he says playfully, and she feels his cold hand slide inside her pajama bottoms. His other hand is down his own, holding something big.
"O-ok.Uncle Don." He takes her own hand and guides it toward the thing.
"Here, Hermione, let's explore!"
TBC
Chapter Six [The Rumour Mill]
Last Time:
He left her at the Gryffindor entrance with her wand and a spell that would put her to sleep in 10 minutes.
And then he returned to the dungeons for a night plagued with thoughts of his Hermione. For he had decided that she would be his.
TBC ______________________________________________________________________
Draco lay in his bed, grappling with his inexplicable urge to protect and comfort Hermione, which was oddly countered by his more natural urge to play mind games with her. Oh well, it was best he get up and off to class before McGonagall came looking for him. he didn't want his black satin haven invaded by that prim old hag.
He got up and dressed quickly, brushed his hair and charmed his teeth clean, and ran to class. His classmates and McGonagall looked up as the stone door banged open, breaking the silence of note-taking.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are ten minutes late and disrupting my class. Also your robe is on backwards. Please sit down without any further antics, 20 points from Slytherin."
The Slytherins, despite their loss, snickered at his backwards robes while he glared at them and quickly spun the robes the right way, before sitting down and beginning to take down the notes McGonagall was jotting onto the board quickly. The class passed quickly and by the end Draco's stomach was growling loudly. He swore and wished he hadn't missed his breakfast, as he made his way through the thick crowds towards herbology. On top of his hunger was his absolute dread for this class. entirely boring. He spotted Hermione in a stream of students coming towards him, but more importantly, he spotted a muffin in her hand, which she was taking a bite out of as he looked on jealously. It looked like a banana muffin. and Draco had a possessing love for banana muffins, especially Narcissa's, but any banana muffin would do in a squeeze. He purposefully shoved closer to Hermione and just as she passed unsuspectingly, swiped the muffin. She looked up in confusion and met his eyes, flinching in a mix of fear and embarrassment as the events of the previous night came flooding back to her.
"Thanks, babe." He grinned widely and bent down to peck her on the lips quickly before sweeping off towards herbology, much to her dismay, and the observers who had been hoping for a classic Malfoy-Granger duel's shock and intrigue.
By the end of the day the whole school knew about Hermione Granger the Goody Gryffindor and Draco Malfoy the Prince of Slytherin. and their mad passionate love affair.
Neville sat in a corner of the library with Trevor, looking rather forlorn. He had heard all the gory rumours about Draco and Hermione's tragic and forbidden love and, being the self-deprecating person he was, believed them. He scolded himself quietly, he should have known, Draco so much more handsome than he, Hermione too smart and pretty. until Ron appeared next to him.
"Hallo, Neville, why so glum?" Ron plopped cheerily down next to him.
"What are you doing in the library Ron? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." Neville half-heartedly stalled. Ron flushed the color of the lipstick mark on his jawline and said almost seriously,
"Oh, you know, studying. But really Neville, what's eating you? You don't look too hot." He persisted, noting his friend's continued malaise.
"Well, it's just, you know, what with Hermione and all."
"What about Hermione?" Ron was surprised; he'd thought that Hermione and Neville were getting along well.
"Well you know, her and Malfoy. they're in love. it's just sort of discouraging you see, I really liked her.", Neville elaborated, but was cut off by Ron's roar of laughter.
"Oh Neville, honestly, you kill me, oh.man we are gonna have to tell that one to Harry, he will simply grow abs from the laughing, ahahahahaha God, yes that's great. Hermione and Malfoy, ahahahaha" Ron wiped a tear from his eye and whomped Neville on the back. "But we're gonna be late for potions and that would not be good, so best be off, eh?" Ron helped a confused Neville up and they headed towards the dungeons.
"So then Neville said, 'her and Malfoy. they're in love.' and I just about died, oh God Harry could you imagine?" Harry and Ron sat in potions waiting for class to begin, for once Snape was late. They laughed uproariously until he appeared, with a very sour look on his face, and told them to "get to work, you unworthy slobs, and 10 points off Gryffindor".
Hermione and Draco were already working away quietly in their corner, ignoring the constant giggling and whispering directed at them by both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors. Hermione was entirely bewildered as to what had set them off so, she hadn't thought the kiss would have spread around so quickly. maybe they knew about her evil ways. but how could anyone giggle at that? Draco, on the other hand, was quite pleased that his little ruse was working so well. He had done everything in his power to perpetuate the rumour, when questioned by eager gossips he would reply innocently, "Hermione doesn't want me to tell anyone about us, but if you don't tell anyone else, I guess it should be ok!" or "Just between us, she's a phenomenal snogger!", acting the part of a smitten and foolhardy school boy. As the class looked on greedily, he attempted to play a game of footsie with her, cause her to kick him in the shin, and whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle (little did they know that he whispered "giggle or I'll kiss you, Granger", which was quite enough motivation for Hermione).
Hermione was quickly becoming confused by this chain of odd and mysterious events. first Malfoy starts hunting her down at every corner, then he finds out about Don, then he pretends he knows nothing about that and pretends that they are in puppy love, setting off a series of scandal reports throughout the school. What, why, where, when, who? But at least in the public eye he couldn't do anything to her, all she had to do was avoid him after classes. not that she'd been doing that too well lately. What would he do if he caught her alone? Could she summon up the courage to duel with him? In her morning-after clarity, she regretted kissing him, and telling him about Don, more than anything else she'd ever done. engulfed in a tidal wave of fear that blinded her completely, she had broken into hysteria. She was much too vulnerable to handle being around him, or anyone for that matter. And even more disturbing, she was catching waves of lust, curiosity and ownership from him as he sat smirking next to her, "reading" a book for their project.
Elsabeth Fedoso was proving to be quite a challenge, she was mysterious and although she was mentioned in many books it seemed that no one had known very much about her, especially her private life. Eventually Hermione became immersed in the chapter she was reading, a list of the spells Elsabeth had created with short descriptions of each.
The Dream Potion: A potion which gives the caster power to monitor and even control a certain person's dreams, when combined with a series of different spells. See pg. 28
Protectoris Charm: A defense charm which surrounds the user in a sort of invisible veil through which nothing can pass for 12 hours. Can be repeated consecutively as long as one wishes, but must be used carefully as no food or water can pass through veil either, best to pack a lunch in cloak.
The list of charms, potions and spells went on endlessly and Hermione was lost in it until she heard Snape dismiss the class. But she wanted to finish this chapter, she's only got a few spells left.
When she looked up, the class is empty. Why hadn't Ron and Harry waited for her?! Hermione swallowed the feeling of fear which rose in her when she realized she was alone in the dank, dark dungeons, and thanked Merlin that there is no one else left in the classroom, in particular, not Malfoy. She gathered her books and ink and quill, her notes, and jumbled them into her bag messily, wanting to get out of the class as quickly as possible and to supper. She hated the dungeons, always had. the feeling of being trapped down here was unbearable, and she could just imagine what it must have been used for in the olden days. she could close her eyes and envision a bloody and emaciated man in that rusting set of chains, or a woman lying helplessly in that dusty, lightless corner. she walked out of the classroom shivering and the let out a small scream as she saw Malfoy leaning on the wall across from her. He smiled.
"Hey, Granger," he said simply (and confusingly), watching her. As he looked at her he felt an unmistakable twinge of lust and swore internally. This really isn't the time Draco, you don't want to scare her. He was not used to mastering these impulses, and said rather brusquely, losing his smile, "What took you so long?"
"Why are you following me around like this, and letting people think we're in love? What are you after Malfoy? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Her eyes have turned cold, inside she is numb with fear.
"Hermione, you're the first person other than myself I've been interested in for years, and I want to explore that idea." He smiles again, in what he hopes is a friendly manner, but she shrinks back toward the wall, her façade of coolness falling away as she turns red.
The dark figure that had entered her room moved towards her, and with a sigh of relief she realizes it is only Uncle Don. "Uncle Don, what are you doing here?" The 8-year-old Hermione asks, smiling up at him. "It's so late, I was asleep." She giggles at the idea of being awake so late. Uncle Don sits on the bed next to her and slowly his hand works under the covers.
"I couldn't sleep. Hey, remember that game we used to play when you were little? Remember the 'Friend Game'?" Hermione remembers.
"Can we play another game, Uncle Don?" She asks hesitantly.
"But I like this one so much!" he says playfully, and she feels his cold hand slide inside her pajama bottoms. His other hand is down his own, holding something big.
"O-ok.Uncle Don." He takes her own hand and guides it toward the thing.
"Here, Hermione, let's explore!"
TBC