A/n: Cookies for everyone who knew where I got where I got 'I'm allergic to BS' bit! This chapter is dedicated to my friends and my reviewers. Not a lot of humor in this one, but shrug I try. And I'm sorry for taking so long. I was continually unhappy with it, (like all my last chapters) but I think I found one that I'm satisfied with. And I bring you the latest installment of…Ferret.
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Last time on Ferret, Draco and Hermione break up. Hermione gets a midnight visitor that only she knows the identity of, Draco and Hermione go on patrol and the plot thickens as Pansy tries to win Draco's love.
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Hermione slowed down, so he could catch up.
"Let's play a game," Hermione proposed, "Longest one to pretend they aren't there, wins."
Draco snorted, "Nice try, Hermione," he said, "I'm not that stupid,"
"Drat, I thought you were…and don't call me Hermione,"
"That is your name isn't it?" Draco replied.
Hermione said nothing but narrowed her eyes.
"Someone's PMSing," Draco said quietly to himself.
Hermione gaped, and then punched him on the arm. "I heard that," she said angrily.
"You hit like a girl," Draco said smugly and half laughing. But when she wasn't looking, he rubbed his arm and mouthed the word 'Ow'.
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As they were patrolling, Hermione noticed that one of the classroom doors was barely open.
She quietly went up to the door and peeped inside. Hermione rolled her eyes and said plainly, "Break it up, you guys,"
A couple had been 'partaking of displays of affection' on the teacher's desk and froze when they heard Hermione's voice.
They turned to face her.
Hermione gasped. Nothing seemed to register for a while.
Swollen lips, ruffled black and blonde hair, untucked shirts and blouses, and tipped over glasses.
Harry Potter had been caught snogging Lavender Brown.
Draco walked behind Hermione to see what she was so dumfounded about. When he saw what had happened. An amused smirk had dominated his features.
Hm… I thought he was gay. Guess not.
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Pansy waited until everyone in her dorm was asleep. She slipped out from her sheets and grabbed her cloak that was hanging on the chair next to her bed. Pansy wrapped it around her and tiptoed out of the common room.
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"Harry! What are you doing?" Hermione had finally said after a moment of silence, "I just saw you in the common room!"
Harry quickly got off of Lavender, who still had her mouth open like a fish out of water.
"I think it's pretty obvious what he's doing," Draco said. Hermione ignored him.
He adjusted his glasses and seemed to look around nervously scratching his neck, "Er...well you see…"
Hermione soon grew angry. "What about Ron? What about Ginny!" she shouted at him.
Ah... the weaselette, yes, who could forget about Slutty McSlut?
"So that's why this seems so familiar," Draco drawled.
Hermione turned around gave him a look that said, 'If you don't shut up right now, I'll hang you where the sun don't shine'
"If I knew this would be a questionnaire, I would have locked the door," Harry mumbled.
Hermione heard Harry and hit him.
"Stop with the physical abuse!" Harry shouted.
"Really woman," Draco said rubbing the arm Hermione had hit earlier. He was getting a bruise.
Out of all this commotion, Lavender had almost slipped out of the room before Draco held out an arm to stop her from stepping out of the door.
"You didn't think we forgot about you, did you?" Draco drawled, "Thirty points from Gryffindor,"
"Thirty points!" Lavender protested.
"Hmm, you're right, I should make it forty…"
"You're abusing your position as Head Boy," Hermione scolded Draco as she turned to Lavender, "Go back to the common room, now,"
Hermione sighed and looked at Harry helplessly, "Why?"
Before Harry could answer Draco rolled his eyes and interrupted.
"Look, we're patrolling, Granger, we shouldn't be playing the role as Dr. Phil in Potter's romance and sex – or lack of it - life,"
Before Harry and Hermione could either retort or ask where he even knew who Dr. Phil was, Draco left the room. Hermione watched him walk down the hall. She turned to Harry.
"Go back to the common room, we'll discuss this in the morning," she said, and left.
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"Everything's all ruined!" Hermione said breaking the silence.
Draco looked at her and backed away. Suddenly an alarm went off in his head.
Detecting breakdown! Detecting breakdown! ABORT! ABORT!
It was too late. Hermione had already begun her ramblings.
"Harry was supposed to be with Ginny, Ron is supposed to be with me, and we were supposed to live happily freaking after!"
Dear Merlin, she's finally lost all her marbles…
"Not Harry and Ginny are cheating on each other and Ron liking Lavender but Lavender liking Harry and me liking you, but you being a – "
She looked up at Draco, who had a look on his face that showed anxiety and something along the lines of 'I dare you to say it'
Hermione sighed. "Never mind,"
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As Pansy left the common room, she heard voices.
"…freaking after…."
"…. Ron liking Lavender…"
"…Never mind…"
Pansy quickly put up her hood and hid in the shadows. It was the mudblood bitch and the blood traitor.
She saw Granger walking, looking particularly annoyed.
Pansy moved from the shadow to behind a statue. Granger must have caught this because she stopped, looked around, and took her wand from her robe.
"Who's there?" she asked.
Then Granger turned around to see Draco coming her way.
"What's going on?" Draco asked looking around suspiciously.
"I think there's something over there, by that statue," Hermione said as she pointed at the area with her wand.
Pansy held her breath.
Draco stepped closer to the statue, but not close enough that if something was behind the statue, it could attack him viciously, and squinted. He sighed and had a look of boredom and amusement on his face as he looked at Hermione.
"Nothing's there,"
Hermione sighed. "I thought so,"
A few seconds after she was out of sight, he sent a suspicious look towards the statue, but shrugged it off and caught up with Hermione.
After both Malfoy and Granger were out of sight, Pansy made her way out of the castle.
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"You are by far, the most infuriating male I have ever had the displeasure to meet!" Hermione said hotly.
Apparently, Malfoy had said something to infuriate Hermione again, and soon that awkward silence was filled with hostility. Which meant everything was back to normal.
"How sweet," Draco said nonchalantly, "So tell me, what'd Parkinson say to make you lose your temper like that?"
"That's really none of your business," Hermione replied stiffly.
"Well, your brawl with Pansy distracted me from my potions, I believe I at least deserve an explanation,"
"I don't owe you sh-"
"Watch your mouth, Granger," Draco interrupted, "I can take away house points,"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"At least tell me you got punishment," Draco said.
"Yes, two months," Hermione replied.
Draco stopped. "Two months? Two months? You almost killed Pansy and you get two months!"
Hermione smiled a little.
"I punch that overgrown baboon a few times and our sentence is the same!"
"If it gets you to shut up, I wasn't myself, I was under the influence of pepping-up potions," Hermione replied.
"No wonder you're acting so strangely… I thought you were on drugs,"
Hermione groaned. "Does everyone think I'm on drugs!"
Draco looked at her seriously. "Yes,"
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Pansy knew the route by heart now. She recited the chant once again and the earth swallowed her the third time.
This time she landed on her feet.
"Lady?" Pansy called as she brushed the dirt from her robes.
There was a silence until a hunched hooded figure barely came out of the shadows.
"Do you have it?" the lady asked.
Pansy shook her head, "No, I came to ask for more time,"
There was a growl and the lady pounded her fist hard, on the arm of her throne. This made Pansy flinch.
"Are you okay?" Pansy asked, half with curiosity and half of fear.
"I need his blood!" the lady shouted.
Pansy wrinkled her brow in confusion.
"And a prized possession of mine…right?" Pansy asked.
The lady laughed. It was cold and chilling.
"No, foolish one…" the lady said at last, "…I am growing impatient with you,"
"I don't understand,"
"I was never going to make him love you!" the lady admitted.
Pansy looked around this 'palace' and glared at the hooded figure that was sitting in her throne.
"What is this?" Pansy said outraged.
The Lady ignored this, "You have until next full moon to give me what I want,"
"That's the end of the week, today's only Wednesday!" Pansy protested.
"Next full moon!" the Lady said once again, "If you don't, you're precious loved one will be dead,"
Pansy gasped and her eyes wandered around the root covered walls for an escape.
"Why his blood, why not mine!" Pansy shouted with tears in her eyes, as she took out her arm.
The Lady laughed again.
"I do not need your worthless blood!" the lady spat, "I need his blood…."
Pansy seemed insulted, but knew to stay quiet and hope whatever mess she got herself into, she could get out of.
"Do you know whose Draco's ancestors are?" the lady asked.
Pansy's mouth fell open, "Y-you know his name?"
The Lady did not come out of the shadows, but Pansy could almost hear her smiling.
"I knew his name long before you even came to my forest," Lady Grim replied, "Now, do you?"
Pansy shook her head and she took a step back.
"I didn't think so," Lady said slowly, "…He is the descendant of the one, who my beloved one, abandoned me for,"
Pansy's eyes grew round. Then she remembered what the book said.
Legend tells us that she can grant you the wildest dreams, if you pay the right price. Before she died, she was known as Duchess of Arlington, one of the most beautiful women in the world since Helen of Troy. She was very vain, and died because of a broken heart. The man she loved had chosen a lowly peasant girl instead of her…
"I don't understand," Pansy said.
The lady shifted and her face came out of the shadows into the moonlight. Her hood was pulled down, and Pansy gasped at the horror.
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Hermione was still heated and walking in front of Draco. She walked into the hall where the staircases were. As she was mentally cursing Draco out, he seemed to have caught up with her pretty quickly. Soon enough, she was following him. He was already at the top of the stairs when she started just got there.
He stood at the top of the stairs crossing his arms haughtily.
"Hurry it up, Granger," he said with a smirk, "I've got places to go…people to see,"
Hermione just narrowed her eyes at him.
As she put her foot down, almost simultaneously, the stair began to move. She almost fell to her death, but she luckily caught onto the railing.
She looked down to see herself dangling for what seemed hundreds of feet.
Hermione's screams echoed through the castle.
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Her once smooth silver skin was a muddy gray. The skin hung from her face. The sheen in her hair was gone, and it was flat and rough. Her nose was crooked and bumpy. The real horror was her eyes. Bugs were swarming around her face and the eyes that showed youth, vitality and beauty were gone. Her eyes were now sunken in and not vibrant red, but a dark dirty red.
Pansy backed away. "What are you?"
"A blood witch," the Lady –if u could call it that- said simply, "I need blood to keep myself young and beautiful," the lady said touching her face.
"You still haven't explained why you need Draco's blood," Pansy went on.
"I do not need to explain anything!" the lady boomed, "GO! And if you do not come back I will destroy everything"
"What do you mean?" Pansy asked frightened.
The monster contorted her face more; one could assume it was a smirk.
"I will spare your life, but everything that you ever cared about, everything that ever cared about you, will be gone," the monster said with glee, "Including the mudblood Draco is in love with,"
"Love?" Pansy thought.
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"Draco!" Hermione shouted, "I can't hold on for much longer!"
Draco eyes widened when he saw Hermione hanging from the bottom of the stairs. He ran, but he seemingly was too late.
Hermione had already let go.
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"I don't care for the mudblood," Pansy replied.
"But he does, and he will link her death to you… with my help," the lady continued, "And the hope of him ever loving you will be gone, he will hate you with a burning passion,"
There was silence.
"What have I done," Pansy said to her self.
"Three warnings," the lady said bringing up three long and disfigured fingers up. "This isn't fair!" Pansy shouted.
"Oh young one, it is," The lady began as she smiled, revealing crooked yellow teeth, "Didn't your parent teach you never to talk to strangers?"
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He caught her.
Draco grabbed her wrists and struggled to pull her up.
"Lay off the pumpkin pie will ya?" he said pulling her up.
A staircase was moving, and headed their way. If he didn't get her up in time, then Hermione was going to be a pancake.
A burst of adrenaline burst through him as he pulled Hermione up in time. The force of him pulling her up sent him back, and Hermione next to him.
Hermione sat up panting, and turned to Draco.
Hermione hit him on the chest.
"I just saved your life and you hit me!" Draco said.
"You called me fat!" Hermione replied brushing herself off.
"I get to call you the grinch, if I bloody well want to!"
Hermione glared at him as he got up, "So I guess I owe you a big favor,"
"Naturally," Draco said in his usual refined voice.
Hermione bowed melodramatically, "Oh well, thank you,kind sir,"
Draco looked at her not amused.
"Watch where you're going next time," he said as they began to patrol again.
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"O-okay," Pansy said timidly, "I'll try,"
"Trying isn't good enough, you will do it," the lady finished.
Pansy nodded as tears fell and hit the cold dirt-covered ground.
The lady laughed again, it was haunting and disturbing.
Pansy closed her eyes and when she opened them, she was in her dorm. The chilling and haunting laugh was still ringing in her ears. She knew she wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
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Hermione was thankful that this patrol was over. This patrol had the most shocking, distressing, and just overall mouth opening she had ever had.
"Just a few more kilometers," she thought to herself.
Usually, they could go back to McGonagall, or whoever teacher had sent them off that night, say their good nights and go their separate ways.
Draco and Hermione faced each other in front of McGonagall's door.
It was silent for a while.
"Thank you," Hermione apologized, "For saving my life back there,"
Draco nodded in reply. "And you're not fat,"
Hermione turned to walk away, when she felt something on her wrist.
She turned around to see Draco looking at her.
His eyes made her heart skip a beat. They were silver orbs that swam in the moonlight. His skin, pale as it was, looked glowing in the firelight.
He was absolutely angelic.
"What?" she was going to ask. Before she could even utter those words, his lips meet hers. Unlike the first time, she did react.
She kissed him back.
As much as she denied it, she missed him terribly. Hermione ached for him.
Draco backed Hermione against the wall. One hand was around her waist, and one against the wall.
She broke the kiss.
When he looked her in the eyes, they were full of tears.
Hermione unwrapped her arms from around his neck. They looked at each other for a while in shock. Hermione's hand traveled up his arm, the arm that had been on the wall.
Hermione lifted his rolled up sleeve. It revealed the Dark Mark.
Her fingers barely grazed the skull, and she looked at him. He was avoiding her eyes.
She placed her hand on his face and made him look her in her eyes.
"Good night, Malfoy,"
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A/n: When I wrote that part between the Lady and Pansy, I literally creeped myself out. Oh, and if you don't understand what happened between Hermione and Draco in the hallway, Hermione is basically saying, 'Now you see why I can't do this,' Tehe.
kentuckygirl4039: Glad you changed your mind:)Pip08: I doubt it, I mean, why would she need blood? So I say no.
-Drum roll-
And the answer to the most asked question in last chapter's reviews:
Why is this chapter called 'Sesame Street'?
Well kiddies, it's named Sesame Street because of Draco's last comment on the fight. You know, when he said "That's it kids, today's beating was brought to you by the letter 'A'" ? Well, on Sesame Street at the end of every show, they would say 'This show was brought to you by the letter 'G''.
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