Chapter Three
A/N: Hi! Again, school, we just started you know!. I will update every week and this is a promise. So this is chapter three and I seriously hope you guys liked Chapter two. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING OF THE HARRY POTTER WORLD! ALL OF THE CHARECTERS BELONG TO JK. ROWLING! ENJOY...
Once more, Hermione blew a strand of her hair halfway into the air, only to see it casually fall back onto her nose. She sighed and pressed her cheek deeper into her knuckles. She heard the impatient ticking of the clock behind her, and rolled her eyes. Where was he? He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. But it was no business of hers, she was here five minutes early and therefore doing what she did best. Following the rules.
She blew a bit harder onto the strand of hair again, and rubbed her eyes with her palms. She'd been sitting here bored out of her mind, and she couldn't even do an assignment while she waited! Just one more hour to go, or at least that's what she was telling herself. The clocks ticking only seemed to become louder and louder with each passing minute. She felt her finger begin to tap on the wooden desk involuntarily, the emptiness of the room getting to her.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and she turned frantically, thinking that her time was up. She began to stand until she saw the white blond hair of the boy rushing in before her. Her high hopes of leaving crumbled, replaced by a feeling of hate and anger. She huffed and turned, throwing herself back against the seat and burying her head into he arms.
She heard Draco rushing by her, and into furthest seat away, in the corner of the room. He sat down, and ran his fingers through his hair. His shirt looked ruffled, his cheeks flushed, and his lips really, really, pink. There was the sound of clicking against the hard floor, it sounded like heels running away. Hermione blinked at him. Was he serious? He could've been in serious trouble, he could still be in serious trouble for being late, and it's because of a make out session? Wow. Again, absolutely none of her business. She swallowed her disgust and turned away from him. Crossing her arms stubbornly.
She refused to look at him. She tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear, knowing that it would just escape in just a moments time. She could hear his labored breathing become normal as the minutes ticked on. Again, she tapped her finger against the wooden desk. Her foot jingled back-and-forth , desperate to leave. Why couldn't they have at least given us the punishment of cleaning the trophies? Just sitting in a room for pointless hours was completely... Pointless. Unconsciously, she began drumming all four fingers along the desk. She could still feel his presence in the room, it was making her uncomfortable.
"Granger, shut up with that insufferable noise." Draco wasn't looking at her, but at his nails as he settled further into his chair. Hermione, irritated enough already, only began drumming harder.
"Didn't you hear me Grang-"
"Malfoy, I will try to disassemble this the best way I can for you," she said, turning to face him finally, "I have absolutely no intentions of talking to you what-so-ever. If you would kindly buzz off and let me sulk in piece, I would be greatly appreciate it."
Draco looked at her for a moment before he began laughing, a smirk forming on his face. "As if I want to be sitting in a room with someone who could make a sewers water seem clearer that her own blood!" His smirk only grew when Hermione turned to face him, her stare calm and even.
"Well," she said, folding her legs in her chair, "I prefer being a "mudblood" than having to sleep with my own cousin in order to keep my bloodline, what is it again...oh yeah, "pure."
"I'm surprised by the ignorance of that brainless statement. Aren't you suppose to be the brightest wizard of your-"
"I'm surprised that you would waste valuable seconds of your time talking to a mudblood."
"I'm surprised that you've finally learned your place. Took you long enough."
"I'm surprised that your still moving your lips when I've already told you that I had no intention of talking."
"What have you been doing the last two minutes, Granger?"
Hermione, turned away from him and cursed under her breath. The strand of hair had found it's way into back to her nose, and as she tucked it back vigilantly, she heard Draco's smooth voice say, "Exactly."
The hour seemed to drag on as Hermione sat, daydreaming of places she'd rather be. One of the them on her list included hell. Draco would occasionally spin his wand through his fingers and stare out the window. She thought more than once of asking him what he was thinking about before she realized, she couldn't care less. In order to keep arguments to a minimum she decided to drum her fingers against her arms instead. When the door finally, finally, opened, Professor McGonagall stood there looking as stiff as ever. Hermione scrambled her books together and practically ran to the door.
"I'll see you both tomorrow, same time as today, mind you; and lets try to be on time, Mr. Malfoy." Draco, looked a bit shocked, but only after second he said, in a bored voice, "Yes, Professor." He was out of the classroom right after Hermione. He stretched and and shoved his hands into his pockets, walking right past her, zero eye contact. She crossed her arms across chest and restrained from sticking out her tongue from behind him. She didn't care how immature it was. Instead, with lots of willpower, she just turned in the other direction. She was just beginning to unwind when a familiar voice was heard a little ways down the hall.
"I need to talk to you, now. Please...just listen. It's important."
Okay, so Hermione knew it was Lavender, but who in the world was she talking-
"Blaise, please! I've been lying to my friends and family and I can't do it anymore!"
"You're going to have to suck it up, Lavender! Nobody, can find out about this!" Blaise was whisper/yelling, he sounded beyond pissed; and Lavender sounded distressed, grieved, heartsick, and so, so tired. Hermione wanted to go and hug her, but decided to not interrupt such a intense moment. She was in the process of turning to leave when Lavender shouted, "Blaise, how can you say that? It's YOUR child I'm carrying!"
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Hermione froze, her body disobeying what her mind was screaming for it to do. This is none of your business! She sighed softly, making herself flat against the nearest wall as she listened, keeping a tight grip on her books. Wouldn't want those to slip now. Your a horrible, horrible person. She took a deep breath and inched closer to the couple, until she was close enough to hear perfectly. With a bold step, she peeked around the corner. Blaise was gripping Lavenders shoulders tightly, glaring at her.
"Shut up, Lavender! You want the whole school to hear you?"
"If that's what it takes for you to realize this is serious."
"Tell a soul, and I promise it'll be the worst day of your life."
Lavender blinked at him, obviously hurt, and hid her shaking hands behind her back. Her eyes were glassy as she sniffled. "The worst day of my life is the day I thought that sleeping with you would be a good idea."
Blaise let go of her arms, and crossed his. "Really? Sad part is, you were only so-so, I've had MUCH better. Your thoughts?" Hermione and Lavender gasped, Lavender's was full of pain and torment, Hermione's was soaked with pity. Lavender had her hand over her mouth, a lonely tear slipping from her left eye. "Why, Blaise?" she whispered, her bottom lip quivering.
Blaise rolled his eyes and shrugged. "I don't know Lavender, maybe I'm just not interested anymore. Is this all you wanted? I have to get to Potions." With that, he turned, walking away, cracking his knuckles and whistling a soft tune. Leaving Lavender standing there, eyes red and hands shaking. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, and her fingers were clenched. Something possessed Hermione to assist, something powerful. She dropped her books and walked over to Lavender, who snapped her head in Hermione direction briskly, her eyes frantic.
"Her-Hermione, it's n-not what I sounded like! I j-just made it a b-bigger deal than necessary," her words were fast, and her hiccups from crying were fresh in her voice.
"Lavender-"
"You c-can't tell anyone you know! It's a s-secret Hermione! Please u-understand! If Blaise f-find out that anyone k-knows he'll think-"
Hermione hugged her. Gripping her tightly and rocking back and forth slightly. Lavender immediately burst into tears, hiding her face into Hermione's shirt. Her face was hot and wet as she cried, squeezing Hermione tightly and shaking. "What am I going to d-do?" she blubbered into the others girl neck.
Hermione sighed, and began to calculate things in her head the would make Lavender feel better. But she fell short and just said in a low voice, "Let's get you back to the Common Room."
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Ginny was in the bathroom with Lavender, and the fourth hour had just past. Hermione sat, her hair irritating her to a boiling point. It kept sliding out from the thin band and tickling her face, She pulled it all back again, which barely did anything at all. Her paper was almost finished, and she set her quill down, bringing her knees to her chin. When Lavender told Ginny, it took both Lav, Hermione, and the poor table in the common room to hold her back.
"That self involved, long headed, arse!" Her shouts were heard in the halls, which made a few First years scurry out of the common room swiftly. There was a baby inside of Lavender. A life. Hermione felt the surge of white anger flare up through her veins again. Blaise just walked away from her like she was just a kid selling wand decorations on the street. She began to think of the pain Lavender must be going through, and hugged her knees tighter, poor Lavender.
A piece of hair fell over her face again, and this time, Hermione didn't even notice.