Author's Note: It's a short chapter , and quite simple but after this the chapters will get longer and it will get more interesting. I promise :)
Chapter Four
Hermione woke up that Sunday feeling extremely hungry and smelling waffles from the common room. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and stretched. She was still in her jeans and shirt. She huffed and then quickly changed into some pajamas. People would suspect something was wrong with her if she came out wearing the same thing as the day before.
She walked out into the common room and saw a bunch of Slytherins sitting around eating and talking. They looked at her, but their looks turned into glowers. Draco's didn't change though.
"What are they doing here, Malfoy? No one is supposed to know the password." Hermione warned.
"Well Weaslby and Finnegan stopped by yesterday, didn't they?"
"I had no control over that and you know that. I was too busy fighting with you."
"And possibly touching me," He mumbled, but only she understood it.
"That wasn't me. That's your girlfriend's scarf." She turned her hard stare to the other Slytherins. "Now get out or I'll give you all three weeks worth of detention." They stood up and left obediently. Draco kept looking at her as she sat down and grabbed a piece of toast that hadn't been devoured by the lards.
"I know it was you, Granger. Stop pretending."
"Why should I waste my energy to lie to you? Your not worthy of that, remember?"
"Apparently I am,"
"Fine then, what if I say that it was me? What will you do?" Hermione asked. He blinked unsurely. She waited for a response. "Well…"
"I don't believe it. You didn't do that. You don't have the guts to."
"Then I didn't."
"But it's your scarf."
"Then I did."
"Still, I can't picture it being you."
"Then I didn't."
"But you pulled away. Pansy doesn't do that."
"Then I did."
"For God sakes, Granger did you or did you not?"
"Maybe." He swallowed and then got in front of her as she started to walk away. He grabbed her hand and smelled her. He put her hand on his chest and softly ran it along his abs. Then he kissed her, out of nowhere. She pushed him away in shock.
"It was you. You pushed me away like that. And your lips are dry and Pansy's are always wet." Hermione got up in sheer embarrassment.
"Gosh, Malfoy, don't get your knickers in a twist. So what if I did that."
"So what? So what?" He said. "Granger, this is a huge thing." He grabbed a hold of her hand and looked at her. "What made you do that?"
"I don't know, Malfoy." She tried to get away, but he kept her in his grip.
"Tell me, Granger."
"Because you looked better then a perfect sculpture." He studied her expression and then noticed how she had tried to cover up a bruise on her cheek with make up.
"Does it hurt when he hits you, Granger?" He asked out of understanding, but she took it the wrong way.
"You bloody bastard…" she said through clenched teeth, ripping out of his grip and picking up a china plate. She held it in the air like she was going to throw it if he came any closer to her.
"I didn't mean it like that, Granger. Out of sympathy…"
"If you must know, yes it does hurt." Tears glazed her eyes and then Harry came in. Right away he took out his wand from his back pocket and jinxed Malfoy. Hermione screamed as he fell back wards, rolling over the couch. Hermione's jaw dropped as she saw Malfoy in a state of hurt. She looked at Harry, biting her lip, turned around and ran to her room, slammed the door and locking it. She didn't want to hear the yelling of Malfoy and Harry, she couldn't take it, and she didn't have the energy.
And she was still hungry.
She listened for a half hour but there was no yelling and no talking, not even stomping. She wondered what had happened after she had run away from the scene. Hermione got up and opened the door, seeing that there was no one in the room. She let out a sigh of relief. Hermione went back into her room and changed into some regular clothes.
She hurried down to the Great Hall to find Harry. He was sitting with Ginny and Ron at his side. She sat across from them and stared at Harry. "You decided to come out of hiding?" Harry asked.
"I got bored." She said as she looked at her hands, her dry, sore hands. She remembered the first night she heard the yelling. She heard the pounding against the wall as was holding a vase she had made for her father. She opened the door, walked across the hall and entered her parent's room. His hand was raised above Claudia. Hermione braced herself for what was to come next. She squeezed her hand tightly around the vase, feeling it crack under the pressure. She felt it break and the pieces stabbing her soft skin. She dropped the rest as he swung down as hard as he could. Tears fiercely stung her eyes as she bit down onto her lip. He turned and looked at Hermione. He broke away from Claudia, pushed Hermione out of the room and then slammed the door in her face.
Hermione's stomach groaned and rumbled. She looked over at the Great Hall doors as Jane Cavanaugh entered. Jane looked at Hermione out of the corner of her eye and then in back of Hermione. In back of her was the old Slytherin table, where most of the Slytherins still sat. Hermione grabbed some food and started eating, wondering why the Cavanaughs always seemed to keep the closest eye on the four head girls and boys more than the other professors.
She sighed, turning a little to see Draco and Crabbe talking. Draco looked up a little to catch a glimpse of her. She turned right around, feeling as if she wanted to cry.