Chapter 4
As Hermione went to sit down at the Claira table, she watched in amusement as the students all shifted down a couple of seats in the middle. However her amusement quickly changed when she realized whom that second spot in the bench was for.
'They were going to make me sit next to him?' she thought to her self, as she unknowingly muttered, "You have got to be kidding me!" Malfoy who was walking behind her with that ever-present sneer, drawled out, "What granger? Worried that you will embarrass yourself in front of someone as great and pure as me?.. Don't worry, nothing could take you lower then your wretched blood has already taken you. Filthy Mudblood." He drawled maliciously.
Hermione froze; it had been months since she had heard that particular insult spring from Malfoy's mouth. It came out so easily that she could hardly believe that he had ever stopped saying it. He may have been evil, but (during the months before the battle) he had obviously stopped and resorted to some slightly offensive arguments. But here it was. He said it with no regret, and said it like he truly wanted to watch the pain that it would surely inflict on Hermione. The old Malfoy seemed to be back with a vengeance.
Hermione didn't even grace him with facing him, she just continued to walk bye. As she did though, she whispered so only he could hear. "Resorting back to your fathers ways, I see. Well you may have helped in the war, but I think that you only did that to save your own hide. As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing better than you're no good Death Eater father. And by all means I'm willing to help you achieve his fate. Dirty Death Eater." She smirked at the speechless Malfoy and went to sit down at her spot.
As she sat down she glanced at the students all around her. They were eating like heathens! This was almost too painfully like Hogwarts. During the months of preparation for the war, Hermione was constantly accosted; by staff and friends about how little she ate. Hermione had always pointed out that she had never been a heavy eater, but if it would ease them then she would eat more. She always made a point of putting more on her plate, but she could never stomach it all. Then when she was the only student in the hall during her summer stay at Vollart, it started over again, because unlike before when she would eat a small, but only slightly worrying portion, she was now talking one (or two on a good day) bites, then stopping and saying that she was stuffed. And she meant it. She felt that if she ate anymore then she would puke. Occasionally that had happened. The staff at Vollart had said to her that she was falling into depression and asked her to get treatment. But Hermione didn't think so and she always denied it. The staff was at a lost. Then knew that they could force her, to take treatment, but they knew that she would accept it, then once treatment was over with then it would start over again, because she had never thought it there to begin with. Coming full circle, so they gave up and decided that she was better to decide for herself, as she appeared to be a sensible young girl.
Hermione scooped some food onto her plate and sat there moving it around on her plate. She was thinking about the things that she had said to Malfoy. She may have gone too far, but the git deserved to be taken down a peg. No what she really was thinking about was, her killing someone. It was a war so it was justified, and it wasn't like he was her first.
During the winter break of sixth year Hermione had been at her house in London and had walked down to her kitchen one morning to see her parents tied up. She was shocked and while she was pulling out her wand she was grabbed from behind. A group of DE had been waiting for her to enter. They made her watch, as her father was tortured, her mother raped repeatedly, then killed. They threw her to the floor, and beat and raped her within an inch of her life, then left her thinking that she would die there. She was almost unconscious, but the whole time lying there she had stared into her mothers lifeless eyes with numb shock. The order had gotten distress signals from her house and had come with a whole team of arurors. The house was silent when they had seen what happened, and since then everyone had treated her like porcelain until she snapped. She had found out who it was and had hunted them down and slaughtered them. They were her first kills, with more following.
While she was thinking about her past (and growing steadily numb) she didn't notice that dinner was almost over, but she also didn't notice that a pair of gray eyes watched her with concern as she grew paler, and ended up running out of the hall with a arm wrapped around her stomach and a hand covering her mouth. Draco knowing that she wouldn't accept his help right away got up slowly and glided out of the room.
Wow it has been about a year since I updated this story and for that I am sorry. I have been swamped with school and personal issues and have been unable to update. I thank you all for sticking with my story and I am going to try (granted that my life gives me time) and continue this story. Again I am sorry for the wait.