"She's a Pureblood? And…she wants to become a Death Eater?" restated Blaise for the hundredth time.
"Yes, I already told you that!" said Draco getting frustrated.
"How do you know she wasn't lying?" asked Blaise.
"I just know, trust me on this..." said Draco
"So, what happened after you asked if she was lying and stuff"
"I slapped her! I already told you!" said Draco getting more and more impatient.
"No, I meant after that..." said Blaise Calmly.
"She smirked then kissed me" said Draco simply.
"She what? How does that work? Are we even talking about the same Hermione Granger!"
"Yes, we are. She looks really good. A lot has changed since I she found out she's a Pureblood. She looks so much better. It's like she has a reputation to uphold. I suppose its good thing though, right?"
"Yes, it's great she's not acting like an idiot and stuff, unlike Pansy..." said Blaise.
The two shuddered at her name.
"Yeah, your right…she's pretty hot. I'd love to do er.." added Draco.
"You're like the seventh Slytherin that's told me that…" sighed Blaise.
Hermione walked through the halls of Hogwarts, everytime a Gryffindor would say 'Hi' or wave she would give them the cold shoulder and ignore them. Then people from her house started saying things. Rumours spread, which were most likely spread by Harry Potter and the Weasel. She didn't care what anyone thought, especially if they were from Gryffindor.
She couldn't wait to start the pain, angst and suffering of people. It was now craved in her body. And everytime Harry would see her, he would turn and run. He knew her true force.
However, Hermione still had the brains and read a textbook every so often. In fact, she got smarter, if that was even possible. She felt that she had grown immensely since her first grade. She was learning. Learning things she shouldn't, never the less she started doing more and more things that she would never dream of.
For instance, she put a spell on Seamus numerous times, causing him to shout out profanities to teachers. He wasn't very happy, and neither were the teachers. The Slytherins seemed to love it though. Hermione started to get pale, no one knew why. She was getting the same amount of sleep, if not more. She wasn't anaemic, she had plenty of water. She just couldn't put her finger on it.
Hermione started to walk a bit slower, no use in being early when you would've gotten the same seat if you were right on time. Her next class was potions. Professor Snape seemed not to mind her at all; she was less of an annoyance to him.
She was becoming one of his favourite students. She was even rude to Potter at times. Though he did act like a teacher and warn her.
Hermione sat at the opposite end of the room to Draco. He was sitting next to Blaise then Pansy. Hermione was across the walkway(The gap between the two blocks of desks. She was sitting next to people she didn't like. They probably didn't like her either.
In class they were learning how to make truth serums and the anti-dote, just in case someone wanted to try something funny or stupid. When the lesson was over, professor Snape asked Hermione to stay behind. She did.
"I understand that you might be experiencing some, can we say difficulty with your own house group." Said Professor Snape slowly.
Hermione nodded.
"I was querying if you'd like to visit the sorting hat and see his second opinion to you house..."
"Can you do that sir?" asked Hermione curiously yet sternly.
"Oh yes, when you know the right things and people..."
"I would very much like that sir. Thank you" replied Hermione. And with that said she left the dungeon and headed for the dinning hall for dinner. She still had to eat at the Gryffindor table, unfortunately. She ate her dinner in peace and left the hall, and she wondered into the portrait hole and sat in front of the fire. She couldn't believe it.
It was still only the first week of school. Tomorrow was the week end (I don't care if it should be a Friday or Thursday ok? Just bear with me). She had no idea what she was going to do. Sleep, go to Hogsmead, learn or even hurt some one…There were so many things she could do. Maybe she could go swimming in the lake again or something. Who knows?
It was when she was pondering that Draco Malfoy walked into through the portrait hole. He glanced at Hermione for a quick moment then walked into his dorm. Hermione sighed, and then thought about her parents. And something occurred to her. Melissa Florence, the Florescent Death Eater. Hermione was stunned, her biological Mother was a Death Eater, and she would kill willingly as Death Eaters would. She killed a lot of people including mothers and children. For a while Hermione was disgusted, but thought, the same blood runs in me.
I am a killer….thought Hermione.
"I…my..mother was a Death Eater…" mumbled Hermione breathlessly.
"Yes she was" said Draco Malfoy from his bedroom door. Hermione glared at him. Hermione was lost for words. "You say that you want to be a Death Eater…" started Draco. "Yes" said Hermione.
"Are you serious?" continued Draco.
"Yes I am…so stop asking me Malfoy..." said Hermione sternly. "Oh calm down Granger, this is a serious matter you know" said Draco with a serious face. "I very well know that" snapped Hermione who stood up quickly.
"No, I don't think you do, however I-" but Draco was cut off by Hermione running up and trying to punch him, Draco grabbed her wrist and swung her around so that her body was in front of his, and he held her arms so that Hermione couldn't cause any damage upon himself.
"Tutt tutt, I'm not as stupid as Harry I know how to defend myself…" whispered Draco into Hermione's ears. Hermione squirmed a bit. "Don't squirm, I'll only hold on tighter Granger…".
"I…" said Hermione. She could feel some tears about to appear in her eyes.
"What?..." replied Draco.
"I'm so confused…" blurted Hermione, then she started to cry.
"My god Granger, pull yourself together" snarled Draco letting go of the sobbing girl. Hermione fell onto the couch still crying. Draco was about to walk away but then Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.
Draco couldn't help but be pulled towards the stressed girl. Hermione let go and said "Don't leave me..". For some odd reason Draco felt that he should stay, that he should stay and comfort her. But then he thought, Hey, I'm Draco Malfoy, I cause pain, not help others make it go away.
The least I could do is take her to her bedroom, that way I can feel her..I mean…er…I don't know what I mean. The Draco grabbed the sobbing girls arm and flinged it over his shoulder, then he picked up the rest of her body. He carried her to her room, and set her down onto her bed. She quietened a little, she seemed so vulnerable. But I suppose everyone feels like that sometimes. Even the strongest person can crack or crumble under weight.
Draco went to the door, however he didn't leave, instead he waited until Hermione fell asleep. He doesn't know why he wasn't doing it, it just happened. He watched her slowly drift away to the dark depths of her dreams.
After a while, Draco heard her take in a huge amount of air, he concluded that she was asleep so he left and closed the door.