A/N- Here goes another one!
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Chapter 12: To Kill A RumorbirdI'm sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waist my time
I'm walking on clouds of white
They spent the entire day track down person after person in an attempt to find out the root of the problem. Finally, by 4 o' clock they had both narrowed it down to one person:
"Pansy." They tapped the pug-faced girl on the shoulder to get her attention.
"Oh Drakie-poo! I knew you'd come back to me!" she squealed, intentionally ignoring Hermione's presence. She flung herself at Draco desperately. Hermione put her arm out just in time to have Pansy slam into it and fall backward.
"Tell me, Parkinslut. Why do you seem to be under the impression that Draco would ever want to be with you?" Hermione said in a cold voice.
"I could ask you the same thing, Mudblood!" she spat.
What if I fall? What if I don't?What if I never make it home?
"The answer to that is simple, Parkinson. Hermione is beautiful and kind and brilliant and amazing," he said putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder while she turned bright red. "You, on the other hand, are a whore and cheap and ugly. I think the choice is obvious.""Look, Pansy, he chose me. Get over it. Stop spreading rumors because they're not earning you any brownie points. Just get on with your life, sleep with some guys, and have a hot bath. It'll make you feel tons better," Hermione said with partial sincerity. Then an idea hit her. "Why don't you try Blaise? He's free, and I'm sure he's up to it." Draco's hand tightened on her shoulder. He knew where she was going with it, but it still might not be a good idea. Two jaded people both wanting to get back at them being placed together was a scary thought.
What if I bleed?What if I break
And I find that I can't take
"Just clear up the rumors, Pansy. That's all I ask." Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her away from the other girl.
The city below the CitadelHolding my own hand?
"Why were you so nice to her about it?" Hermione pouted. "She gets the whole school to think that I'm pregnant, and all you do is asked her to clear up the rumors? We could have at least made her act like an idiot in front of the whole school."
"Hermione, did you even stop to think about what would happen if two people who hate us as much as Blaise and Pansy do join forces? Our lives would be made Hell, and they'd stop at nothing to ruin our relationship," Draco pointed out.
And I'm breaking on the balconyBreaking window pains
Killing the pain of broken hearts
I'm walking on clouds
Walking on stars"How? How would they ruin our relationship? I don't doubt you, and I would hope you don't doubt me—"
"I don't!"
"Then what could they do to us? Rumors wouldn't hurt anything. I don't see what you're so worried about."
"They both have connections to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, hun. There's a lot of damage they could do with that," he said as if that explained everything, but it didn't.
"How do you know that?" she asked naively as she stopped walking.
"My father is Lucius Malfoy, and I'm a Slytherin. We know these things."
What if I fall?What if I don't?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
"Do you guys actually boast about that kind of thing? 'The Dark Lord came over to eat dinner at my house this weekend.' Do you?" she said.
"Some do," he replied shortly. He just kept walking, never looking back at her.
"Like Zabini?"
"Yes, him too."
"Why are you being so short with me Draco? What don't you want me to know?" she cried after his retreating figure. That caused him to stop and turn. He walked back to where she was standing and locked eyes with her. She couldn't help but think he saw past her eyes to something deeper, and it shook her to no end.
I'm holding on to somethingIt's keeping me from jumping
I'm so afraid to go it alone
"Hermione, there's still a lot you have to learn about me and my life, and I don't think you're ready for it yet. You saying stuff like 'Do you actually boast about that kind of stuff?' just shows you're not. Don't ask questions that you don't want the answer to. I don't want to have to keep so much from you, but I will if I must. Keep away from Zabini. Keep away from Pansy. I can't always protect you," Draco lectured.
"I'm not some defenseless child. I can take care of myself," she hissed furiously. 'How dare he think that I need protection from anyone, let alone him!' Hermione yelled inside her head.
And holding up this fortressWith imaginary forces
Longing for a life down below
"Hermione, I don't want to get in an argument with you; I just want you safe! Is it so much to ask for you to give me the benefit of the doubt and stay away from them? Please, just for me if nothing else?" he begged, pleaded, of her.
"Okay, but only because it's you. I promise to avoid them," she surrendered.
"Good! Thank you," he said and pecked her on the lips. "So anyway, now that this is over what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"I don't know…what do you want to do?"
"'Now don't start that again!'" she chuckled.
"What's so funny?" he asked confused.
"It's a Muggle movie. You wouldn't understand."
What if I fall?What if I don't?
What if I never make it home?
What if I bleed?
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below the Citadel
Holding my own hand?
"What's a movie?" he asked thoroughly bewildered.
"Exactly." There were things that she couldn't explain to him. It wasn't so much that he wouldn't like the answer, but just that he simply wouldn't get it. It was like describing a color to a blind person, or the melody of your favorite song to a deaf person. They could try, but they wouldn't be able to grasp it and knowing that brought a pang of sadness to her because there would always be a rift between them that way.
Standing right where they had left her, Pansy was thinking, which all of you must know took a lot of effort. "Get together with Blaise? Why not, I mean he is hot, and he's been talking about how he wants revenge on the Mudblood for some time, though he won't say for what. Don't worry, Draco. I'll save you from that evil Mudblood if it the last thing I do!"
A/N- Next chapter!
