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A/n: Sorry it took me so long, I started to write not long I posted the last chapter, it was just that I was continually unhappy with it. But I'm really happy about this one :) R&R Enjoy!
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"60 points off Gryffindor and Slytherin," Snape ordered. He turned to a random student in the crowd, "You," he pointed, "Go fetch McGonagall,"
Snape turned to the two girls who were now separated. A Slytherin was holding up Pansy, and Ron was holding Hermione back.
"Now, explain yourself," Snape said menacingly.
The room was silent until Pansy broke it.
"It was horrible professor!" Pansy began, "I didn't deserve this! I was just minding my own business…"
Hermione roughly released her arms from Ron and looked at Snape and then Pansy, "She's lying, she wasn't minding her own business, she too busy being an irritable little bi-!"
"That is enough, Miss Granger," Snape interrupted.
"I was attacked! I'm innocent, I swear!" Pansy shouted.
There was and 'Oh please' in the crowd of students.
Pansy, Snape and Hermione turned to the mass of students. "Show yourself!" Pansy shouted.
That was when Draco came out of the pack of spectators.
Hermione looked at him suspiciously, but said nothing.
"You didn't even help me," Pansy began, "So, don't go around poking your nose in other's people's business!"
Draco shrugged, "You're right, I didn't help," Draco admitted, "And you certainly would know about going around and poking wouldn't you?" he continued, "We all know you go around like the paperboy," Draco retorted.
There were 'Ooo's' in the crowd.
"That's enough, Mr. Malfoy," someone interrupted.
Everyone turned to the door to see McGonagall, looking especially irritated.
Snape went over to McGonagall and whispered something to her. She nodded and looked pointedly at Hermione. It was a look that made her insides turn.
Hermione thought to herself.
This is your entire fault!
Don't worry, you'll be fine…
No, I will not be fine! Do you know how much trouble I'm in?
Yes -
If you weren't me, I'd strangle you! I can get expelled, I mean, was this even worth it?
You and strangling people, what is up with that?
-Frustrated groan- I am in so much trouble…
Yes, but admit it, beating the little witch to a pulp felt good…
Hermione smiled inwardly. It did.
"Miss Granger, you will come with me," McGonagall ordered, "Parkinson, oh dear," she said in a tone that tried to hide her shock, "You will be escorted to the hospital wing by Mr. Potter,"
Harry widened his eyes in surprise. "But professor!" they both said.
"That is my final word," she said finally as she nodded to Snape and left the room.
Hermione walked to her seat and took her bag.
"See you at lunch Hermione," Ron said giving her a worried look. Hermione did nothing but nod.
If I live that long…
As the four left, Snape turned back to students and told them to get back to work. Which was ridiculously impossible to do since Hermione and Parkinson's little brawl practically destroyed everything in the room.
Draco followed the mass of students back to their seats. He smirked as he thought,
"That's it kids, today's beating was brought to you by the letter 'A'"
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Pansy and Harry walked through the corridor in complete silence.
Pansy groaned and scowled. "Stupid teachers, stupid school, stupid mudblood," she said out loud.
Harry glowered at her from the corner of his eye, "Shut it, Parkinson," he said hostilely.
"Oh yeah? What are you going to do if I don't?" she replied.
"If you don't, I'll have to finish what Hermione started," Harry said.
Pansy rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she replied.
Harry smirked. "Who's the one looking like she got beat over the head with an ugly stick?"
"Take that back," she said threatening.
Harry kept smirking, "Make me, you pureblood wench," he said.
"You make it sound like being pureblood is a bad thing," Pansy said with her nose in the air.
"It is," Harry replied, "Most purebloods are scum, if you don't include the Weasleys or Dumbledore,"
"Well, you're mudblood friend doesn't seem to think so,"
"If I recall, I believe it was Hermione who broke up the two-timing bastard," Harry said.
"Please, the only reason why she broke up with Draco is because he's a Death Eater,"
Harry, at first, said nothing, and then his eyes widened in realization.
"He's a WHAT!" Harry shouted.
Pansy cocked an eyebrow. "She didn't tell you?" she smirked. "Oh, this should be fun to watch,"
"I've got to talk to her," he said about to leave.
"She's probably still with Dumbledore," Pansy replied, "Besides, you were supposed to escort me to the Hospital Wing,"
"You'll be fine, if something tries to attack you, all you have to do is show them your face," Harry answered cheekily.
Before she could retort, he was halfway down the corridor.
"Hey! Come back here!" Pansy shouted as she stomped her foot. She scowled and headed towards the Hospital Wing.
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Hermione looked at the old man with the sparking sapphire eyes who was sitting behind his desk.
"First of all, I am very disappointed in you, Miss Granger," McGonagall began, "You of all people!"
"I must say, Miss Granger, this is very unlike you," Dumbledore began.
Oh god, they sound like my parents…
Hermione's insides turned and she was partly worried. She usually listened to her logical side, which was –as much as she hated it- was right. And what she did to Pansy was not exactly the brightest thing she has done.
"I'm sorry professors, I just don't know what came over me," Hermione replied, "I can only guess that my position for Head Girl would be…taken away,"
Dumbledore laughed softly. "Oh no such thing. You are one of the best Head Girls this castle has seen," he replied, "But unfortunately, you will be punished,"
"You would have been expelled if it wasn't for your fine record," McGonagall added.
Hermione face brightened at the idea that she was still Head Girl. "Of course,"
"Any ideas for her punishment, Minerva?" Dumbledore asked as he glanced in McGonagall's direction, who was standing by the desk.
"Two months of detention," McGonagall said firmly, "With Miss Parkinson,"
Hermione's mouth dropped and looked at McGonagall like she just offered her a cigarette.
He nodded and looked at Hermione with questioning,
"Do you have any idea what would have possessed you to do such horrible damage to Miss Parkinson?" he asked.
Hermione closed her mouth and shook her head honestly, "No professor,"
"So, you are saying you can think of nothing that could have caused such violent behavior?" McGonagall asked
"Well, now that I think about it, I did drink more coffee than usual…and a few pepping up potions," Hermione remembered.
"Miss Granger, do you have any of the Pepping up potions with you?" Dumbledore questioned.
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Bloody Hell… Who knew Hermione had it in her?
She's finally cracked! Mad as a hatter, that woman…
I mean, look at the damage she did to Parkinson! When she walked out of there she almost looked like she got in a fight with a herd of Blast Ended Skrewts… I don't think anyone deserves to be beaten like that, even if she is a nasty Slyth-
"Oooph!" Ron said as he hit the floor. He shook his head and saw that whoever he ran into's books were all about the floor.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Ron apologized as he started to pick up that person's books. The person laughed.
"No, it's my fault, I should have been looking where I was going," that person said.
Ron looked up to see a girl helping him helping her pick up her books.
"Natalie Armstrong, Ravenclaw" she said as she held out her hand.
Ron got up, and shook her hand. "R-Ron Weasly," he replied, "Gryffindor,"
She had curly brown-black hair that went up to her shoulders and hazel eyes. Natalie was tall, shorter then Ron, but taller than Hermione, and dark skin. She was very pretty.
Natalie smiled. "Heading to lunch?"
"Yeah, you?" Ron replied.
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Pansy walked into the hospital wing. It was dark and the shades that hung on the tall windows were pulled down low. She looked around to see a few people who were sick groaning and coughing.
"Madame Pomfrey!" Pansy shouted.
Almost immediately she came from the next room and shushed her. "You'll wake the patients," she scolded. Then Pomfrey made a hand movement that suggested Pansy followed her.
Madame grimaced when she saw Pansy in the light.
"Oh dear," she mumbled, "Who did this to you?"
"Hermione Granger, that's who," Pansy said heatedly.
"You shouldn't lie, my dear," Pomfrey said checking out the damages.
"I'm not lying!" Pansy shouted.
"Shhh!" Pomfrey shushed as she turned her back to get some potions off the shelves.
Pansy pouted then remembered her mission.
"Madame Pomfrey," Pansy began, "Do you have any... blood?"
Pomfrey turned around and gave her a suspicious look.
"Why ever would you need blood?" she asked.
"Um… for a project," Pansy replied.
"Mhmm… for a Slytherin, you're a terrible liar," Pomfrey replied, "Besides, if blood was to be needed for a class, the teacher would never send a student,"
"Oh," Pansy said simply.
She was just going to get it herself.
Pomfrey turned around holding a bubbling purple concoction in a wooden cup.
"Now stop your tomfoolery and drink up," Pomfrey said handing Pansy the mug.
Pansy sniffed the contents and pinched her nose. Then, she downed it. It left her with a bitter taste in her mouth and a gag reflex.
"Oh be still," Pomfrey scolded.
In a few moments, the cuts on her face healed up, the black eyes were faded, the tooth that was loose and her hair was back to normal.
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Hermione took a small bottle out of her bag.
Dumbledore took and inspected the bottle closely.
"Ah, here we are," he began, "Side effects include, loss of appetite, unusual dreams, aggression, and an interference with spell-binding," Dumbledore looked at Hermione from above his glasses, "Well, I believe we found the source of your peculiar behavior, Miss Granger,"
Hermione was dumbfounded. Ron had been RIGHT?
"I had no idea," Hermione said.
"You know that this is only for people with colds?" McGonagall asked.
"Yes professor," Hermione said, "I've just been, dealing with some stuff,"
Dumbledore nodded. "I take it you won't be using these anymore?" Dumbledore asked shaking the bottle and placing it on the desk.
"No professor," Hermione replied.
Dumbledore smiled. "You are dismissed," he said softly.
As Hermione grabbed her bag and was heading for the door, McGonagall called her name.
"Miss Granger, the fair thing to do is to shorten your detention sentence, since you were not yourself," she began, "One month with Filch, seven to eleven P.M. starting tomorrow,"
Hermione smiled, "Thank you, professor,"
McGonagall nodded.
When Hermione was gone, McGonagall and Dumbledore released the smile they had been keeping since they heard about the incident.
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"Harry?" Hermione said as she saw Harry leaning on a gargoyle.
"Hey, how'd it go?" he asked.
"A month's detention with Filch…and Parkinson," Hermione said hating every word of it.
"Oooh, sorry bout that, 'Mione," Harry said sincerely as they started walking.
"Oh! But wait, that is only the beginning," Hermione continued, "Seems that our own Ronald Bilius Weasly was right when he said the pepping potions have side effects,"
Harry faked a tear. "I'm so proud," he said wiping a fake tear.
Hermione laughed.
"Glad you're okay, Hermione," he said a bit seriously this time.
Hermione nodded. "You okay, Harry?" she asked. Harry looked her with a serious expression.
"Hermione, I know," he said.
"About what exactly?" Hermione replied.
"About Malfoy being… a Death Eater," he whispered the last part.
Hermione's eyes grew to the size of golf balls.
She stopped and turned around to Harry.
"How did you find out?" Hermione asked.
"Parkinson," he replied, "Why didn't you tell us?"
Hermione shrugged. "I… I guess part of me doesn't believe he's one of them,"
Harry looked in Hermione's eyes, "You're not over him are you?" he asked.
"…No," she replied.
X
Later that day
"She's brilliant funny, you know," Ron continued.
"Really?" Harry said not looking up or paying attention to what Ron was saying.
Ron lay on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, rambling about a girl named Natalie, while stuffing his mouth with chocolate frogs. Hermione sat crossing her legs, in front of the fire, reading a book (surprise, surprise), and Harry sat with his feet on the table flipping through the newest edition of Quidditch.
"She's really pretty," Ron rambled on, "Did you know she's American?"
Harry gasped, "No…" he said flipping a page.
Ron swallowed and nodded, "Yes, do you think she likes me, Hermione?" he asked as he looked over to her.
Hermione looked up. "Um, of course,"
Ron smiled and looked back at the ceiling. "Yeah, I hope she does…"
Hermione smiled and shook her head and glanced at the clock. It read 9:15.
Hermione gave a small shriek. "I'm late!"
"For what?" Harry asked.
"For patrol," Hermione said already at the portrait entrance, "Bye!"
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"Look, there she is," one of the sixth year Slytherins whispered to another
"Heard that she got beat the shit out of her by the Head Girl," the other whispered back.
"Head Girl?" the sixth year whispered with surprise.
Pansy walked into the Slytherin common room, after Pomfrey insisted that she stay a little longer to make sure, that she was all right. Almost suddenly the whole common room went quiet and filled with whispers.
As she was walking to the girl dormitories, someone threw a cup at her head.
"Loser!" someone shouted, "I can't believe you let a Gryffindork beat you up!"
Pansy looked at that person and gave them the finger.
SMACK.
Pansy walked right into the fireplace mantelpiece.
The whole common started to laugh.
"Stupid mudblood," she said to herself as she rubbed her head.
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Hermione came running down to McGonagall's office like a chicken with its head cut off.
"You're late, Miss Granger," McGonagall said sternly waiting outside her office door.
"I'm sorry professor," Hermione said catching her breath and looking at the serious-looking blond young man.
"Yes, well you know the rules, you should be done by 11," she replied as she went back to her office.
Hermione sighed and looked at Draco, "Let's get this over with," she said simply as she began to walk.
By the time they were on the third floor, Draco had not said a word. Great for Hermione, you might think. Quite the contrary, it was seriously creeping her out.
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Draco was walking to McGonagall's office at 8:55. After all, Malfoy's are never late. Unless, if they were fashionably late.
He had to say, he was actually looking forward to seeing Hermione. For what reason, he didn't know. But, when he reached his destination, Draco was a bit disappointed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall apologized, "Miss Granger isn't here at the moment,"
Twenty minutes later, she came running down the hallway. All the things that had happened in the corridor came rushing back, and soon his smirk, disappeared into a solemn expression.
The small twinge in his heart and arm began to throb and soon enough Draco didn't feel like talking anymore.
X
"What were you fighting about?" Draco said finally breaking the silence.
Hermione looked at Draco to see him still looking forward.
"Over you," her mind told her.
"Um…" Hermione replied nervously, "Nothing, she's just extremely infuriating that's all,"
Draco smirked at her uneasiness.
"Right," he said simply.
They made eye contact for a moment, before Hermione looked away. Then she heard something loud and sudden.
Draco sneezed.
Hermione winced at the sudden action, but then said reluctantly, "Bless you"
"What?" Draco asked, "Oh, it's just that I'm allergic to bullshit,"
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked faster, "You're still a little ferret-faced prat!"
Draco smirked again. The rest of this patrol was going to be interesting.
"Hey Granger, wait up!" he shouted after her.
A/N: Tehe. Thanks for reading! R&R.