Some Days.
Some Days Hermione hated her friends.
Here, it was because her best friend, Harry Potter, was right.
Draco Malfoy was acting beyond odd. He was acting weird.
As in bespelled, as in hexed, as in - what the hell was that?!
He'd been so... clammish, lately.
That hadn't changed, though Hermione had heard Gryffindors reporting that Malfoy would stand up for his 'blood-sibling.'
One of these days, Hermione was going to need to look up adoption law. If all the purebloods had adopted poor orphans, well, then it was obviously a rule that she needed to understand. Even if it hadn't been used in years upon years.
Hermione'd read the papers.
It was Narcissa Malfoy who'd been the first, and Lucius to be the quickest (and most venomous) about the Order of the Phoenix.
Hermione Granger didn't want to believe the worst of anyone, even that foul and loathsome creature by the tragically august name of Draco Malfoy. Still, Hermione shook her head, it didn't make sense.
None of it made sense!
She wanted to just march right up to him, smack him over the head with a blank book, and then tie him up and compel him to answer her questions.
There were more questions every day.
The worst part of all this was she couldn't confide in Harry.
Harry was dangerously obsessed with Malfoy, his eyes focused on him all the day long. Ron knew it too, though Ron's methods consisted more of Quiddich and other distractions. If you told Harry about a badger statue gone missing in Hufflepuff's Common, he'd automatically blame Malfoy.
He'd also been studying Malfoy enough to know, vaguely, about his comings and goings. There was no alibi Malfoy could reasonably have, not if Harry Potter was watching him constantly.
Harry Potter the boy who Stalked.
That would have been funny.
Hermione, however, knew that letting Harry anywhere near Malfoy was asking for a firefight. They were both stupid hotheaded boys, and she wasn't going to be able to whisk their dirty behinds out of trouble one of these days. Not that she cared about Malfoy enough to do it for his sake. Smart he may be, but there was that everpresent sneer that twisted his face something awful.
[a/n: Someone decided to bitch at me, at the very beginning of this story, about how implausible Hermione falling for Malfoy was.
Well, as you can plainly see, she's still not Fallen. I laughed at the review, and continue to laugh at it.
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