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HERMIONE
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed; something just didn't feel right. She felt as if a cold hand was grabbing her throat, trying to choke her but when her flailing hands grabbed her throat, there was nothing there. She felt as if millions of insects were crawling over her body but when she swatted at her body wildly she only came in contact with her own skin. However, the worst part was the mocking. Hermione swore that she could hear a voice in the back of her mind laughing and taunting, "mudblood! Mublood! MUDBLOOD!"
Hermione jolted awake and sat up in her head, quickly throwing her blanket off her body to check for insects and feeling her throat, relieved that both the insects and the hands were gone. Gratefully, Hermione fell back into her bed, barely dosing off to sleep when she heard it.
"MUDBLOOD!!"
Hermione sat up again frantically, looking around to see if her roommates had heard the voice too, but strangely, they laid sound asleep, snoring lightly.
"MUDBLOOD! I SAID COME HERE!"
Placing one shaky foot in front of the other, Hermione stepped out of her bed, grabbing a bathrobe in the process and began walking towards the source of the noise. It wasn't something done voluntarily, Hermione's legs acted on their own, racing across the room, out the door and down the steps.
Again Hermione heard it.
"MUDBLOOD! MUDBLOOD! MUDBLOOD!"
Hermione stumbled down the stairs, unable to keep up with the speed of her legs which were moving quicker now. Hermione grabbed onto nearby objects such as couches, tables, and chairs to stop herself from leaving the Griffindor Common Room. She couldn't quite comprehend with why her legs would not listen to her mind which was screaming for them to stop! Again and again, Hermione heard his voice, dripping with evil and cruelty crying out, "MUDBLOOD! MUDBLOOD! MUDBLOOD!"
Before she knew it, Hermione's legs were bolting out of the Griffindor Common room, down the halls of Hogwarts which were eerily silent, and down to the dungeons. Finally, Hermione found her voice and screamed, "NO!"
"No! No! No! No!" Hermione screamed hysterically, trying to do everything in her power to stop herself from entering the Slytherin Dungeons.
"No! No!" Hermione shrieked again, throwing her arms out, hitting something in the dark."
"Ow! What the hell, Hermione!"
"No! No!" Hermione kept yelling, grabbing a hold of the thing she had hit earlier in hopes that it could stop her legs from going into the Dungeons.
"Stop that! Let go!" Another voice cried out, trying to squirm its way out of Hermione's iron grasp. "What's wrong with you!"
Hermione felt someone grab her shoulders and shake her. "Wake up! Bloody Mary, what is going on with her?" Someone asked.
Hermione suddenly felt something hard hit the side of her head, "ouch!" she cried out groggily, reaching up to rub the side of her head.
"Oh, thank goodness you're awake!"
Hermione looked around; she was in her room, lying in her head with her blankets twisted around her body like a cocoon, drenched in sweat. Ron was hovering over her bed, grabbing one of her hands in his own.
"Sorry I had to hit you, but you wouldn't wake up! You must have had an awful dream, you were screaming like giant spiders were running after you...well not giant spiders I suppose, since you're not scared of spiders. If it was my nightmare it would be spiders... I guess for you it would have been a giant essay with a B on it! Can you imagine—"
Hermione nodded and smiled weakly and closed her eyes, tuning Ron's babbling out. It was a nightmare, she took a few deep breathes to calm herself. It was just a nightmare, but Hermione could still that cold, malicious voice in the back of her head crying out that foul, dirty word and she shuddered.
"Oh, are you cold? Here," Ron took off his sweater and placed it over Hermione's shoulders. "Better?"
"Yes.. thanks." Hermione muttered, barely aware of Ron's presence until now. "I didn't wake anybody else up, did I? Why are you even here?" A look of hurt sprang across Ron's face and Hermione cleared her throat, "I mean like here, in my dorm room. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
A hint of laughter appeared in Ron's eyes. "'Mione.. it's past noon already, you slept in the whole-"
"What!" Hermione sprang out of bed, "It's already past noon!? And you JUST thought to come up here to wake me up? I missed the whole morning, Ronald! I am the Head Girl I can't go around missing classes like this, I have to set an example! Why didn't you realize I was missing earlier and come wake me!" Hermione snapped, while throwing on her uniform.
"You're welcome," Ron huffed, "For coming to wake you up at all! I thought you were just upset about what happened last night and wanted some time to yourself, how was I supposed to know-"
"Because you're my boyfriend! You are supposed to know me and know that no matter what, my education will always come first. I can't believe you Ron!" Hermione cried, gathering the last of her textbooks and flew out of her dorm, slamming the door behind her without a second glance at Ron, who stood there, dumbfounded and enraged by what just happened.
Hermione rushed to her next class, smiling and waving half-heartedly at the younger students who looked at her strangely and she rushed by. Glancing at her wristwatch, Hermione quickened her pace to the dungeons for her Potions class, barging through the doors only a fraction of a second before Snape did and grabbed the nearest seat she could find.
"Welcome," Professor Snape drawled, sweeping his eyes across the room, trying to push fear into every set of eyes he could come in contact with. "Who can tell me what...."
Hermione fidgeted in her seat. She just couldn't focus, not when she could feel his eyes searing holes into the back of her head.
"Miss... Granger?" Snape asked, knowing clearly that she did not hear his question.
"I.. I'm sorry Professor, I don't know." Hermione stuttered, horrified at having to embarrass herself like that. She heard a few snickers coming from the Slyntherin side and shot them a glare before she turned her attention to the front of the class.
"Well, well" Snape smirked, "To think Miss Granger doesn't even know the answer to such a basic question..Mr. Malfoy? Do you think you can put an end to Miss Granger's embarrassment and answer the question for her?"
"Yes, Professor Snape, the answer is banglesprout."
The rest of the class passed by slowly and painfully, the only thing keeping Hermione going was the thought that Potions was the last class of the day. As soon as class ended, Hermione bolted out the door, hoping to get back to her dorm without having to talk to Harry but as she rounded the corner, not watching at all where she was going, Hermione rammed full force into someone, sending their books onto the floor, scattering their neatly handwritten notes and a bottle of ink which splattered onto Hermione's robes, the stranger's notes, and their clothing.
"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Hermione scattered to gather the textbooks and paper off the floor, mentally scolding herself for being so careless. "Really, I'm not usually this clumsy-"
"Are you sure about that?" The person asked, "mudblood."
Hermione sucked in her breath and tried not to scream out loud. Of all the people in Hogwarts, why, why, why did she have to run into the most arrogant, ignorant, obnoxious, foul, cruel person, the person whose order she now had to obey without a second thought!
Acting boldly, Hermione dropped whatever books she had in her hands to stood up to glare into Draco Malfoy's face.
"I take that back, I am so very not sorry that I bumped into you at all. Why don't you get your slaves there to pick your books up?" Hermione spat, referring to Crabbe and Gloyle standing behind Draco like his two pets and with a look of disgust, Hermione turned around and changed course so that she could go to the Great Hall instead.
"I think, mudblood," Draco Malfoy smirked, "you forgot that you are my slave now, so you can pick up my books."
Hermione whirled around, her face red and eyes burning.
"While you're at it, rewrite my notes too. I don't like to have them dirty, not that you would know the difference, mudblood." As Draco said this, he stepped closer to Hermione, and purposely kicked the bottle of ink lying on the floor so that it would spill over more of his notes.
"You can bring them to me after dinner and then you can wash my clothes."
Hermione's nostrils flared. "Why you piece of scum! If you think-"
"You spilled ink over my uniform. This shirt is very expensive; I won't let it go to ruins."
"Your shirt is a part of your uniform, we all wear the same ones, they are not that expensive, Malfoy." Hermione retorted but Draco only laughed.
"Just do as I say." Draco muttered as he walked past Hermione.
Hermione waited until Draco was out of sight before she bent down reluctantly, picking up the textbooks and notes, shaking off as much ink as possible from the parchments. Sighing heavily, Hermione rushed off to the Griffindor Common Room, she'd rather be there at the moment, than be in her own dorm with the risk of having to come face to face with Malfoy again.
Hermione was thankful to find the Common Room empty; everyone was outside, soaking up what was left of the autumn warmth and sun before it got too cold to be outside for long.
Plopping down on a couch, Hermione conjured up a cloth and began wiping away the ink spills on the textbook covers and used a spell to get rid of whatever stains were left behind. Hermione wiped down the notes as well, then used the same spell so that the notes were back to perfect. Smirking to herself, Hermione set Malfoy's stuff aside. He just didn't give her enough credit. Did he think that Hermione wouldn't know some sort of spell of clean stains off of notes? After all, she was best friends with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter..
But suddenly Draco's words replayed in her mind.
"While you're at it, rewrite my notes too."
Hermione groaned and swore out loud. Glancing at her wristwatch, Hermione quickly found some parchment and began writing. She had less than two hours until dinner, and judging by the huge pile of notes that had stains on them, Hermione would need all the time she could get.
DRACO
"Stupid mudblood," Draco muttered as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the floor of his room in the dorm specifically designed for Head boy and girl. Draco wasn't joking, that really was an expensive shirt. Of course, one couldn't expect the Malfoy's to wear the same cheap quality shirt that came with the uniform.
Draco stepped into the bathroom which was covered with soft green plush carpeting that resembled grass and turned on the shower head, letting the water run until the mirrors began to fog. The walls were a paler shade of green with silver vines and snakes that ran up and down the walls, growing and moving ever so slightly. The roof was equally as elaborate as it was ornamented with silver and dark green snakes, this time frozen into the roof so that they were not moving. The mirror itself looked like an antique; the bathroom was so beautifully decorated it was absolutely breathtaking.
When Draco could no longer see his reflection in the mirror, he stripped himself of the rest of his clothing and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran from his hair down to his toes, making him wince as it burned some cuts on his torso. The one on his left shoulder hurt exceptionally so Draco reached up to massage it, shuddering in the steaming shower at the memory of how it got there.
After what seemed like hours, Draco stepped out of the shower and changed into a pair of black dress pants and a green silk button up shirt with a gray cashmere sweater over stop. Since classes were over, students no longer had to dress in Hogwarts uniforms- a new rule Dumbledore decided upon this year. It didn't matter much to Draco, but it was a little less of a pain having to carry multiple sets of robes that resembled the Hogwarts uniform so significantly that hardly anyone would notice the difference so that he wouldn't have to wear the same thing day after day. Besides, his own clothes were much more comfortable.
Checking the time on the old grandfather clock by his dresser, Draco stepped into his shoes and left for the Great Hall, it was dinner time.
Sorry I didn't update for soooo long!! I think most of you have probably forgotten me but here is the second chapter i hope you enjoyed it! please give me some feedback that would be lovely :)