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Chapter 3: Croxisis Petula
Gryffindor is having Herbology with Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Harry, Ron and Hermione walks across the Quidditch pitch to Greenhouse five. A small drizzle poured from the sky making the dirt path all murky and muddy. The soles of their shoes are wet with dirt and mud, and so are their robes.
"Filthy dirt path, made my shoes all muddy!" The trio heard from behind them. Hermione glanced at the person who said it and not a bit surprised to see Draco Malfoy magically cleaning his expensive Italian leather shoes as they entered the Greenhouse. The slight drizzle turned into a harsh rain pouring hard on the glass roof of the Greenhouse making it hard for them to hear a single thing Professor Sprout is saying.
"Good afternoon, seventh years!" Professor Sprout greeted in a shout.
"May I ask everyone to please take a look at the plant in front of you and tell me what plant we will be tackling today," She shouted yet again.
As instructed, all of them observed plant. It has a look between a cauliflower and a pumpkin flower with a color of blue like the sky. The moment Hermione saw the plant, her hand automatically shot up the air. Professor Sprout smiled when she saw her hand, she opened her mouth to acknowledge her when…
"It's a croxisis petula, commonly known as crucifix bud. Its node glows when it senses energy. When mixed with unicorn tears and Hungarian corncob it can be the most fatal and torturous potion. It grows in places with low humidity. To grow this flower, you must water it with river stix water mixed with pounded phoenix feathers." Everyone looked at the direction of the voice and saw a smirking Draco Malfoy. Everyone, including Professor Sprout, was startled. Draco Malfoy have not recited before, voluntarily, that is.
"Well… Very good Mister Malfoy. That's five points for Slytherin!" Professor Sprout exclaimed after getting her composure back (which took her ages).
"Right, as Mister Malfoy clearly stated, this is a crucifix bud…"
And the Herbology lesson went on, Hermione taking five pages of notes about the properties and uses of the bud.
When classes were over, Hermione ate a stead fast dinner and excused herself from Harry, Ron and Ginny telling them that she have a lot of things to do.
"See you tomorrow for Hogsmeade!" She called back before fully walking out of the great Hall.
When she walked inside the Head's dormitories, she immediately spotted the pale blonde head in the couch.
"What was that for?" Hermione shouted at Malfoy while he just raised an eyebrow.
"What was what for?" He asked looking puzzled although knowing fairly well what she's talking about. Hermione placed her hands on her hips, narrowing her eyes at him.
"You know very well what I'm talking about, you insufferable brute!" She shouted. Draco only squinted his eyes in her shouting.
"Honestly, Granger. I don't have time for guessing games so I advice you to get to your point." Draco retorted as if bored. Hermione puffed at his comment and sighed loudly.
"Back there, in Herbology. You are not the kind to just blurting out answers like that." She said looking away, embarrassed at how stupid it sounded. Who would question someone who answered correctly and clearly in a class? That's just pathetic.
"Granger, you are not the only one entitled to go spitting answers in class you know." Draco said as he layed back down in his couch and started reading his book.
"I…well, I…you're right," Hermione stuttered. Draco stopped reading and stared at her. He sat up very abruptly and just stared at her as if she grew another head.
"What?" Hermione asked irritably.
"Did I hear you right? You admitted a mistake? Bookworm Granger? Admitted a mistake? From me, Draco Malfoy? Slytherin Prince? Are you sick or something?" Draco interrogated.
"Well, yes. I believe there's always a first for everything." Hermione raised her nose in the air. But then was caught out of air in an instant. She held her throat as if someone was choking her and she is trying to loosen the grip. She coughed hard and ell on her knees.
"I…Can't….Breath…" She breathed. Draco looked at her incredulously.
"Granger, what are you doing?" He asked although he sees that it is impossible for her to respond.
"This is what you deserve you Mudblood!" Pansy hissed in Hermione's ear as she tightens her grip on Hermione's neck.
"You have a nerve to steal Drakie from me and making him close my shops! I'll kill you with my bear hands, Mudblood!" She hissed again tightening her grip with every word but loosened it when she heard footsteps getting louder and louder. She got out of the bed and slipped into her invisibility cloak. She waited for someone to get in so she could carefully slip out of the room.
"Hermione, love, Jayze and I are here." Draco chanted as he opened the door, his son in his arms. Pansy quietly went out of the door and ran to the front door to apparate.
"Honey, your son misses you, you know that? And I miss you too. Please wake up soon so we can go and have some fmily fun, right Jayze?" Draco told a sleeping Hermione and a son who, doubtfully, doesn't understand a word he is saying. Jayze just cooed and touched his father's face with his little pale hands so like his father's.
"Now, Jayze, tell your mum that you want to see her chocolate brown eyes, okay?" He told his son again as he made him face Hermione. Jayze's little hand reached out to Hermione and cooed.
"Mama," Jayze uttered which took Draco by surprise. He looked at his beautiful son.
"What did you say, baby?" He asked. And for the second time Jayze said:
"Mama," and Jayze smiled and chuckled. All Draco could do was to hug his son tightly.
"Hermione, you don't know what you're missing. Jayze just said his first word! And even though you are not here he said Mama. I don't know if I would get mad because he said Mama instead of Dad because, after all, all you do is lie down all day but I can't help but feel utterly happy. Our son spoke! And it was about you! Just wake up Hermione. That's the only thing missing now. You and your warm smiles." He told Hermione, tears welling up his eyes though he doesn't let it to roll down his cheeks.
"Do you want to sleep, Jayze, beside your mum?" He asked his son again. And Jayze smiled.
"I take that as a yes." He smiled at his son as he placed him beside Hermione in her king sized bed.
He forgot everything about the business trip he will be in for a month across the world.
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