Damn, I have such a bloody headache. I feel like I've been hit by the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione slowly awoke to the bright sun shining through her window. She sat up in bed and glanced around the room. Ginny was sleeping soundly in the bed next to her, tossing and turning occasionally. Hermione glanced at the clock next to her bed seeing that she had another twenty minutes before she had to start getting ready to go down to breakfast. She leaned back onto her pillows and closed her eyes, trying to remember the events of yesterday.
That Firewhiskey really screwed with my head. For some reason I keep remembering Malfoy holding my hair while I threw up and…dare I say, caring for me? No, that can't be right. It must have been more along the lines of him laughing at my while I regurgitated all over the place. Yes, that's it.
Hermione turned over to her side as she glanced outside the window to a blue, cloud- free sky. She smiled at the bird poking its head around on the window sill, hoping to find a crumb or too. Hermione turned and laid on her back.
Wait a second; I definitely remember Malfoy's hand rubbing my back. I had said something about my mum and he tried to make me feel better. I'm sure of it…right?
"Wake up you lazy arse!" a voice was yelling into Hermione's ear. She yawned and opened her eyes to see Ginny above her bed.
"I hope you're capable of making yourself look presentable in five minutes," Ginny told her as she put her red hair up in a perfect ponytail. Hermione gaped in horror and sprang out of her bed, catlike and dove for her trunk.
"Five minutes!? I must have dozed off, shit!" Hermione panicked as she threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Ginny tossed her one of her robes and grabbed Hermione's books.
"Come on, just leave your hair, it won't make much of a difference," Ginny joked as Hermione elbowed her in the stomach.
"Ha Ha, you're a real Dane Cook," Hermione said sarcastically while running a brush through her hair and tossing it up into a bun.
"Whose that?" Ginny questioned. Hermione sighed and took her books from Ginny's hands.
"Honestly, you wizards and witches really need to keep up with Muggle Entertainment. He's a comedian," Hermione said to her.
"Oh" Ginny simply said and shrugged her soldiers. The two started to head outside the Gryffindor dormitories to the Great Hall.
"Scum alert, watch yourself," Ginny whispered in a low voice to Hermione as they neared the entrance to the Hall. Hermione rolled her eyes seeing Pansy Parkinson and her Slytherin posse of girls approaching the entrance from the opposite direction.
"Just ignore them, Ginny," Hermione said to her. Hermione straightened herself up and stood a little higher. A little intimidation never hurt anyway.
"Well, well, what have we here? Mudblood and the little Weasel. You both look like something the hippogriff dragged in," Pansy sneered at the pair. Hermione crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
"Really Pansy, you're one to talk. You look like Crabbe and Goyle's love child," Hermione said glaring her up and down.
She really does look like their love child. Ew...I don't even want to think about Crabbe and Goyle engaging in the activity required for having a child.
"Oh, ouch. That hurt my feelings oh so much you dirty piece of filth," Pansy spat. Hermione grinned to herself after hearing Pansy's pathetic insult.
"A little redundant there aren't you?" Hermione commented. Pansy looked as if steam would start spilling from her ears. She stepped closer to Hermione, staring down at her. Hermione grit her teeth and returned the cold stare.
"Don't speak one more word, Mudblood. You should go back to shagging your so called friends Potty and the other Weasel," she started but smirked and paused.
"Actually, even those two would have better taste then to lie their hands on your disgusting body you ugly beast," she snarled.
Draco glanced carelessly around the Hall while eating his breakfast. The half eaten muffin in front of him seemed to call his name. He grabbed the remainder of it and shoved it into his mouth chewing thoughtfully.
Something seems a bit off balance in the hall today…something's missing. I just can't put my finger on it.
"Earth to Draco!" Blaise said, waving his hand in front of Draco's face. Draco snapped out of his stupor and glared at Blaise.
"Sorry, I was just thinking of something," Draco said nonchalantly, wiping his hands off with a napkin.
"Anything worth sharing?" Blaise questioned while taking a bite of an apple. Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"Not in particular," he said to him and decided to stretch his legs out on the empty bench to the right of him. Draco furrowed his brow when he realized the bench was empty because Pansy and her group of friends were not seated next to him.
Where's bloody Pansy? She is usually sitting next to me, drooling all over my robes. God, that girl is gross. It's like being harassed by a mini Hagrid. Ha, Mini and Hagrid don't belong in the same sentence.
"She must be making you a poster or something," Blaise spoke as he motioned to Pansy's empty seat.
"Don't flatter me," Draco said to him and squinted his eyes to look over Blaises' shoulder.
Ahh..thats what seems to be out of place. I don't see Granger's bird nest of a head over at the Gryffindor table. It usually blocks my view from the window. I wonder where she could be. Her hangover couldn't possibly be THAT bad.
"Wow, I wonder what's going on outside the hall, look! Everyone's going to the doors," Blaise pointed out and Draco looked to see groups of students leaving their tables to head to the entrance of the hall.
Twenty galleons Pansy and Granger are clawing each other to death.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Draco said to Blaise as he took a final sip of his juice and stood to leave. He and Blaise began walking to the entrance; hearing raised female voices the closer they approached. Being so tall, Draco could see the small figure of Granger staring up into Pansy's menacing eyes in the middle of the circle.
Am I a physic or what?
Draco pushed through the crowd to get a better view. He entered the ring that had formed and stood by Pansy, with all the Slytherins surrounding them. He saw Granger's eyes divert over to him quickly before glaring back at Pansy.
What is that imbecile doing here? I didn't know this argument was open to all the garbage in the school. Whatever, Malfoy is not going to get to me. I'm going to finish this with Pansy whether hes here or not.
"Well Mudblood, what are you going to do? Hex me? I dare you," Pansy growled while reaching into her robe to have a steady hold on her wand.
"Why would I even put forth the effort? I'd rather not waste my energy or risk getting in trouble for the likes of you," Hermione snapped.
"You are such a little scared twit, Granger. If I wanted to I could beat the living crap out of you right now, but I'd rather not get your muddy blood all over my hands," she said coolly.
Oh wow, I really think Granger's going to sock Pansy. Her fist is gripped so tight she could break a Bludger in her hands.
"I would like to see you try," Hermione said, slightly pushing Pansy back. Pansy's mouth dropped open, surprised Hermione had the guts to even place a finger on her.
"You're going to be so fucked up you're stupid bloody muggle mother won't even recognize you," Pansy barked. Hermione's face froze and her fist slowly unclenched.
A pang of guilt hit Draco when he heard Pansy say this to Granger. He couldn't help but feeling the smallest bit of remorse for that comment about Granger's mother. No one deserved to lose a mother, not even a Mudblood.
Maybe I should stop Pansy. This is getting a bit out of hand. There is no way Granger is going to be able to get out of bed for a week, let alone to go on the Hunt after Pansy massacres her.
"Pansy, hold on," Draco finally spoke as he stepped in front of her, lightly pushing her shoulder back. Hermione looked at him curiously, with an eyebrow raised.
Why is Malfoy getting involved in this? Wait, did he just tell her to hold on? He's probably just stopping her so he can put in his two damn cents. Didn't he see I've had enough of this. I don't need some stupid girl insulting my mother, nonetheless him joining in.
"Why are you defending the Mudblood?" Pansy shrieked and hit Draco's hand that was keeping her back. Draco's eyes darted around the ring of students, all of them wondering what he had to say. The Slytherins were hanging on to his every word, in disbelief at what Draco was doing.
"I'm not defending the Mudblood, you idiot. I…" he stopped to think carefully about what he would say.
Shit, shit, shit! What am I supposed to do? I can't say that I feel bad for Granger. And I also can't let Pansy hit her. If she does, there's no way me and Granger can win. She really doesn't deserve to be hit, it will do her face more damage than she's already been given. Ha Ha.
"I don't need you helping me, I'm fine on my own," Hermione spoke up as she pushed Draco back to face Pansy. Draco looked taken aback and his expression of surprised turned into a nasty smirk.
"Who said I was going to help you? I'm just here to make sure Pansy doesn't completely kill your Mudblood body so that you will be able to compete this weekend, even if it's just barely," Draco scoffed. He sneered when the words "barely" left his lips.
I knew Malfoy was and will always be a fucking git.
"So Granger, you never did tell me what you're disgusting mother was drinking when she decided to fuck you're sad excuse for a father," Pansy said, getting dangerously close to Hermione. She saw Hermione cast a glance toward the floor as she took a deep breathe, trying hard not to cry. Pansy saw her reaction and let out a sinister grin. She could break Granger without even throwing a punch.
Draco saw the grin that crept onto Pansy's face when she saw Granger's reaction to her comment. Draco's stomach churned as he battled internally with himself.
Poor Mudblood. Pansy's going to ruin her in a few seconds, I can't let that happen. A mentally deranged Granger can't be much better than a slaughtered one. But what can I do without having to show everyone I was helping Granger?
Draco smiled to himself when he suddenly had an idea. He moved a step closer to Pansy and reached into his robes to poke the point of his wand out secretively.
"Oh I see Mudblood. You're touchy about you fucking moth----" Pansy yelled.
"Silencio," Draco muttered under his breath, nanoseconds before Pansy could finish her sentence. Meanwhile, Hermione, who was feeling a bit sick to her stomach at Pansy's comments, was bracing herself for the worst when she realized the worst did not come.
Pansy kept yelling but no sounds came out of her mouth. She looked around the circle furiously, trying to find the face of the person who had jinxed her. Hermione's mouth gaped open at the scene before her. Her first thought initially led her to look in Malfoy's direction.
Did he just jinx her so she could not talk? I swear I just saw him mutter something under his breath but I could be wrong. Why would he do that?
Pansy's arms began to flail wildly and her cheeks grew red as she stomped her foot. Draco put his wand away quickly and put on a look of surprise when she faced him.
"Oh, Pansy you poor thing, you best be going to the hospital wing," Draco said to her, putting a pout on his face to add to his act. Her mouth opened wide; clearly a scream was emmiting from her throat. Draco jerked his head over in the direction of Blaise.
"Go with Blaise, Pansy. He'll make sure you get their safety," he said and she sulkily walked over to Blaise. Blaise shot Draco a death glare before he left with Pansy.
"Now as for whoever jinxed Pansy…" Draco started as he bore vicious glances into the students around him. He then relaxed his glare and smirked.
"Good job."