Ok so I would just like to apologize for something in advance. That thing would be the "Americanization" of a story written by a British author. I've learned many British terms and I will use them but I may slip up once and a while. Also I would like to warn you that this is my first attempt at fan fiction so it may not be top notch.
Oh yes and I would like to add that I don't not own Harry Potter because if I did I would not be sitting here at my computer typing this story. Well enough talk, on with the story…………….
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Hermione screeched as she raced down the hall. Although Harry agreed with what she was doing he didn't want her to get into any trouble.
"Hermione stop!" He grabbed her arm to slow her down.
"Let me go. You heard what he said;" she pointed to a tall blond boy running away from a very angry Hermione, "didn't you?"
"I heard but this isn't the right wa-" he was cut off when Hermione suddenly bit his hand. "Ouch! Hermione what was that for?" it was to late though, he had let go of her and she was now racing down the hall again.
"So what did Malfoy do now?" asked a pretty red haired girl who had just walked up.
"Hey Ginny. How did you know Malfoy caused all this trouble?"
"Because as I was walking down the hall I was pushed out of the way by a very attractive blond." She laughed as Harry made a face, "And Malfoy is the only person I know who can make Hermione act like that. I mean even Ron doesn't make her that angry. By the way," she said as she took a quick glance around, "where is Ron?"
"Oh I think he's back with McGonagall. He lost his temper again-"
"Detention! I have detention because of one comment about how it isn't really important to know how to transfigure a dog into a bush because I'm never gonna remember the spell anyway," said a very agitated Ron. In Ginny's mind Ron was getting off easy. "So I was thinking, wait- where's Hermione?"
"Off chasing Malfoy,"
"Again? Wow that's the third time this week. What did he do this time?"
"The usual, you know, smirked in her direction."
"Why would she blown up because of that? I mean you think she would be used to it by now."
"Yes well she has been kinda on edge lately. I guess she still hasn't forgiven Malfoy for…you know," Harry and Ron knew exactly what Ginny was talking about. Hermione still hadn't forgiven Malfoy for Dumbledore's death.
After Malfoy had fled with Snape that night, he had received the scare of his life. Snape was only supposed to kill Dumbledore if Malfoy did not succeed. In Voldemort's eyes Malfoy was too weak to be a faithful follower. He praised Snape and honored him above all others but he tortured Malfoy. Although not the smartest person in the world Draco Malfoy was smart enough to know that he had to get out of there, then again it had taken him nearly two months to figure this out… He then came to Hogwarts and begged for forgiveness. He swore never to help Voldemort again. McGonagall had believed him and decided to give him a second chance. At the start of term feast Draco made an announcement in which he apologized for his actions and asked for forgiveness from the school. It seemed like everyone had forgiven him except one 7th year Gryffindor: Hermione Granger.
Everything he did made her angry. If he answered a question correctly in class she would glare at him for hours. If he laughed or smiled in the halls she would knock him over or even kick him. But there was one thing he did that made her just wanna rip all his hair out and that thing would be smirking. He had tried to refrain from smirking but sometimes he would slip up and Hermione would always pounce when he did.
Hermione chased Malfoy down a dark corridor. Oh Bugger, she thought, now I don't know where I am.
"Give up Granger you know you won't catch me." Draco Malfoy yelled over his shoulder. Hermione said nothing; she had to save her breath. He was right though. She was a fast runner, how else would she have caught up to him, but not fast enough to actually catch him. Wait a minute, why am I chasing him I can just freeze him and then do God knows what to him. She smiled. Yeah I think I'll do that. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at his back.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione squealed with delight as Draco's body went rigid. He fell face first with a loud thunk. Quietly she made her way over to where he lay. Now what? She wondered. I have him where I want him but what to do now. Draco was thinking the same think when he felt a foot collide with his head. She has me here on the floor where I can't talk or move and what does she do? She kicks me! I would have expected more from her but then again she is a Gryffin-he felted her step up on his back.
"This will be fun." And with that Hermione started jumping up and down on his back. She knew what she was doing wasn't very mature but she wanted to hurt him and she figured if she jumped hard enough he would at least get some bruises. Should I slam his face into the floor? No, that might break his nose and I don't wanna hurt him that much. Wait a second yes I do. I hate Draco Malfoy, the more he suffers the better. She was about the put her foot down on the back of his head when she heard a voice.
"Miss Granger! Stop what you are doing this instant!" Oh no! Professor McGonagall. "What do you think you are doing?" Hermione stepped off of Draco and looked down at her feet.
"I…um, well you see…I was uh," She couldn't think of anything to say. How could she tell the new headmaster that she was deliberately trying to hurt another student?
"Finite Incantatem," McGonagall said as she pointed her wand at Malfoy. "Mr. Malfoy would you kindly explain to me what happened here?" Draco stood up and glared at Hermione.
"This twit," he jabbed a thumb in Hermione's direction, "started chasing me down the corridor and when she finally realized she could never out run a Malfoy she used the Body-Bind curse. When I fell over she started jumping up and down on my back."
"Miss Granger you had better have a good reason for such immature behavior." She didn't have a good reason so she kept quiet and just stared down at her feet. Draco noticed this and snorted. She doesn't have a reason for doing that. She just wanted to.
Hermione's head shot up and she glared at him. "And what exactly is so funny?"
"Nothing."
"You're lying, you think that me getting in trouble is funny, don't you?"
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. Ferret," Oh so now she's going to call me names well two can play at that game.
"Mudblood," Hermione's eyes widened with shock.
"I told you," she shrieked and pointed at Draco. "I told you he was still working for Voldemort. If he isn't then why did he just call me a Mudblood?" Draco rolled his eyes. Only Hermione Granger would jump to that conclusion.
"Mr. Malfoy watch you're language." He ignored McGonagall.
"Just because I call you a Mudblood doesn't mean I'm working for Voldemort," he was sick of everyone believing that he was a Death Eater. He had told them all at the beginning of the year that he wasn't. He had also told them that he was sorry for what had happened with Dumbledore. So why do some of them still hate me? That was a stupid question to ask because he already knew the answer. They hated him because they didn't believe him. I guess it doesn't help that I keep calling Granger a Mudblood.
"Maybe not but it does mean you still believe in all this 'pureblood' junk," She tried to hit him but McGonagall stopped her.
"Miss Granger control yourself." I can't he makes me so mad! Look at him just standing there. Wait he's not just standing there he's...SMIRKING! Hermione felt the anger surge through her body.
Wow what's gotten into Granger? She lunged at him again this time successfully getting pass McGonagall.
Draco cried out in pain as Hermione slammed him against the wall. You wouldn't think some one as small as her would have so much power. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I see that look in her eye. She's gonna slap me. And Draco was right but this time he wouldn't let her get away with it. He slapped her right back. A second later he realized this was a HUGE mistake. Hermione gasped and clapped her hands to her face. I can't believe he just hit me. She stared at the floor in horror. When she looked up he could see there were silent tears streaming down her face.
No! I can't let Malfoy see me cry. She looked down once again and stepped away from him.
"Mr. Malfoy, I would like to see you and Miss Granger in my new office after dinner. But right now I want you both to go up to your dormitories and pack all your belongings. When you come to my office bring everything with you." Professor McGonagall started to walk away. "And the password is lemon drop, in memory of Albus's favorite sweet." She then left the two teenagers alone in the corridor.
Pack all my belongings, Hermione thought, but that makes it seem like I'm leaving or something. What if I'm expelled because of what I did? I know chasing Malfoy was wrong but I've done worse and haven't been expelled. There has to be a logical explanation but first I need to go pack my stuff.
She can't expel me for slapping Granger. Can she? Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hermione start to leave.
"Wait, Granger. I wanted to say-"
"Sod off, Malfoy," She turned her back to him and walked away.
