Chapter 10 The Argument
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"Sticks and stones are hard on bones, Aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything, But silence breaks the heart." -Phyllis Mcgenlee
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After a very fulfilling snog, Hermione and Draco fell asleep. It was a peaceful night filled with nothing but dreams. Hermione woke on that Tuesday morning and immediately snuggled back against Draco. He groaned and kissed the top of her head.
"Tmogerup." He mumbled as his eyes opened.
"Huh?" She asked sitting up.
"Time to get up." He pushed off the covers and tumbled out of bed. He swore as he fell to the ground then yawned getting up. She laughed then got up herself. She took a shower while he finished his homework then he took a shower while she got ready. While he got ready, she read a book, then they went to breakfast together.
As they walked to the Great Hall, they were silent and had at least two feet in between them. When they enter the hall, they sat next to each other surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Pansy, and Millicent. The Slytherins rarely talked at breakfast and most didn't even bother showing up. Severus was at the head Table looking very aggravated at whatever the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was prattling about.
Professor Hephaistos was a young woman who was certainly adept in her area. She seemed to know the answer to every question whether it was on topic or not. She sometimes favored Slytherins but not nearly as bad as Severus. She was an excellent teacher. She had been in Slytherin during her own time at Hogwarts but she did not let it show. She smiled and laughed all the time but she could be the stern disciplinarian when the occasion called for it. Hermione earnestly liked Hestia Hephaistos though she thought her parents had not been very kind when selecting a name for their daughter.
"What do we have today?" Draco asked still sleepy though he refused to show it in front of his classmates.
"Potion, DADA, double Tranfiguration, and Herbology." Hermione replied putting marmalade on her toast.
"Joy, Gryffindor almost all day." He still teased her about being a Gryffindor at heart.
"For once, I agree that it will be a hassle to put up with them today." Draco quirked an eyebrow but said nothing that directly pertained to her statement.
"I think we need to talk later." He said softly so only she could hear. She nodded and they continued eating in silence. They made their way to the dungeons after breakfast and set their things down; they were the first to arrive.
"So, why don't you want to see the Gryffindors?"
"Ron, mostly." She replied.
Draco's face grew worried, "He hasn't been bothering you again, has he?"
"No, he apologized you know."
"You have every right not to forgive him for what he did."
"What did he do?" A voice called from the door. Hermione looked up to see a curious Harry Potter, and a red faced, wide eyed, Ron Weasley.
"Nothing, we just...got in a fight." Hermione replied shakily.
"I think you should tell him the truth." Draco added loud enough for Harry to hear.
"Bloody hell, you told the ferret!" Ron whimpered.
"That 'ferret' is my husband." She stepped up to Ron and slapped him. "I should have done that this summer instead of sitting around wallowing in self pity."
Draco seemed delighted to see the bright red hand mark across Ron's cheek and Harry just looked utterly confused. Harry yelled, "What is going on?"
"We were simply discussing how the weasel earned his name." Hermione spit out the words. Both Harry and Draco were shocked but Ron just looked down.
"I agree, what I did was awful and I would do anything to take it back, but I can't. I already offered my apologies; the rest is up to you."
"Oh, such words of wisdom," her voice was sarcastic, "but that's not enough. This is your fault, you fix it."
The class started coming in signaling the end of their little meeting. The rest of the day past in haze. That night, Hermione and Draco sat in the common room just enjoying each others company. It had been a while since they'd had enough time to be together. Draco had quidditch practice every night lately leading up to the match with Ravenclaw on Saturday. He had told her repeatedly the game was in the bag but they practiced all the time anyway. Hermione worked on her homework as Draco read a book. It was titled How to Increase the Intensity. He kept grinning every so often and she would look at him.
"Alright," She groaned after he laughed aloud, "what's so bloody amusing?"
"This," he handed her the book. On the page was a wizard picture demonstrating how exactly to 'increase the intensity' and pleasure on a kitchen table.
"You better not get any ideas from that book." She warned handing it back to him.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He tossed the book aside and walked to where she was seated on the couch then proceeded to push her books and papers off.
"Hey-" Her protests were cut off by mouth. He positioned himself on top of her as the kiss grew more heated.
"So sorry to interrupt but there are people here to see you." Dumbledore's voice was heard in the door. He opened it wider after they had straightened themselves up to reveal the Grangers standing next to him.
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"Sticks and stones are hard on bones, Aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything, But silence breaks the heart." -Phyllis Mcgenlee
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After a very fulfilling snog, Hermione and Draco fell asleep. It was a peaceful night filled with nothing but dreams. Hermione woke on that Tuesday morning and immediately snuggled back against Draco. He groaned and kissed the top of her head.
"Tmogerup." He mumbled as his eyes opened.
"Huh?" She asked sitting up.
"Time to get up." He pushed off the covers and tumbled out of bed. He swore as he fell to the ground then yawned getting up. She laughed then got up herself. She took a shower while he finished his homework then he took a shower while she got ready. While he got ready, she read a book, then they went to breakfast together.
As they walked to the Great Hall, they were silent and had at least two feet in between them. When they enter the hall, they sat next to each other surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini, Pansy, and Millicent. The Slytherins rarely talked at breakfast and most didn't even bother showing up. Severus was at the head Table looking very aggravated at whatever the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was prattling about.
Professor Hephaistos was a young woman who was certainly adept in her area. She seemed to know the answer to every question whether it was on topic or not. She sometimes favored Slytherins but not nearly as bad as Severus. She was an excellent teacher. She had been in Slytherin during her own time at Hogwarts but she did not let it show. She smiled and laughed all the time but she could be the stern disciplinarian when the occasion called for it. Hermione earnestly liked Hestia Hephaistos though she thought her parents had not been very kind when selecting a name for their daughter.
"What do we have today?" Draco asked still sleepy though he refused to show it in front of his classmates.
"Potion, DADA, double Tranfiguration, and Herbology." Hermione replied putting marmalade on her toast.
"Joy, Gryffindor almost all day." He still teased her about being a Gryffindor at heart.
"For once, I agree that it will be a hassle to put up with them today." Draco quirked an eyebrow but said nothing that directly pertained to her statement.
"I think we need to talk later." He said softly so only she could hear. She nodded and they continued eating in silence. They made their way to the dungeons after breakfast and set their things down; they were the first to arrive.
"So, why don't you want to see the Gryffindors?"
"Ron, mostly." She replied.
Draco's face grew worried, "He hasn't been bothering you again, has he?"
"No, he apologized you know."
"You have every right not to forgive him for what he did."
"What did he do?" A voice called from the door. Hermione looked up to see a curious Harry Potter, and a red faced, wide eyed, Ron Weasley.
"Nothing, we just...got in a fight." Hermione replied shakily.
"I think you should tell him the truth." Draco added loud enough for Harry to hear.
"Bloody hell, you told the ferret!" Ron whimpered.
"That 'ferret' is my husband." She stepped up to Ron and slapped him. "I should have done that this summer instead of sitting around wallowing in self pity."
Draco seemed delighted to see the bright red hand mark across Ron's cheek and Harry just looked utterly confused. Harry yelled, "What is going on?"
"We were simply discussing how the weasel earned his name." Hermione spit out the words. Both Harry and Draco were shocked but Ron just looked down.
"I agree, what I did was awful and I would do anything to take it back, but I can't. I already offered my apologies; the rest is up to you."
"Oh, such words of wisdom," her voice was sarcastic, "but that's not enough. This is your fault, you fix it."
The class started coming in signaling the end of their little meeting. The rest of the day past in haze. That night, Hermione and Draco sat in the common room just enjoying each others company. It had been a while since they'd had enough time to be together. Draco had quidditch practice every night lately leading up to the match with Ravenclaw on Saturday. He had told her repeatedly the game was in the bag but they practiced all the time anyway. Hermione worked on her homework as Draco read a book. It was titled How to Increase the Intensity. He kept grinning every so often and she would look at him.
"Alright," She groaned after he laughed aloud, "what's so bloody amusing?"
"This," he handed her the book. On the page was a wizard picture demonstrating how exactly to 'increase the intensity' and pleasure on a kitchen table.
"You better not get any ideas from that book." She warned handing it back to him.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He tossed the book aside and walked to where she was seated on the couch then proceeded to push her books and papers off.
"Hey-" Her protests were cut off by mouth. He positioned himself on top of her as the kiss grew more heated.
"So sorry to interrupt but there are people here to see you." Dumbledore's voice was heard in the door. He opened it wider after they had straightened themselves up to reveal the Grangers standing next to him.