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Hermione Granger's Point of View
I bolted up in the bed to the sound of a walrus being strangled.
"Don't worry it's only Ron," a voice said from the corner of the room. I turned, pulling the sheets tight up to my chest. Seamus sat upright in his bed, leaning back against the head board with his knees raised to his chest. A magazine peeked out over the top of his knees, and to my disbelief the pictures weren't moving. The Irish flag was visible in the top right hand corner beside the word 'Hurling'. It was a sports magazine. Seamus noticed me looking.
"It's got nothing on Qudditch but I'm still a man," he smirked. I smiled back as his eyes returned to his magazine. I gathered the blanket in my hands and took in the room. Dean was barely visible bellow his duvet and Ron was snoring like a dying Walrus on the floor beside me. But Harry, Harry was gone and that both surprised and scared me. Even I was up early for me. I tried to console myself thinking maybe he just couldn't sleep and went for a walk. Seamus seemed to notice my distress.
"He eventually turns up, don't worry," he smiled. I breathed a little. That meant Harry was often absent from his bed.
I got dressed quickly in the bathroom and made my way to the Great Hall. It was still extremely early so only a few people were there. Luna Lovegood sat by herself along with some Ravenclaw girls and 2 Slytherin boys who I were surprised to see awake this early. I went to sit beside Luna when I noticed Harry sitting alone at the end of the table eating some toast. I smiled at Luna as I told her I'd be back to sit with her in a minute. She smiled blankly as is not hearing me.
"Harry?" I asked, sliding into the bench beside him. He looked shocked to see me.
"Hermione hello," he said, his voice a little husky.
"Harry what are you doing up so early?" I asked, taking a food from each of the food groups to ensure I'd have enough energy for the day.
"When I woke up you weren't there?" I asked again, not giving him a chance to even answer my first question.
"Yeah I was…"
"…and Seamus said that you'd turn up, and here you are! Where were you?" I fumed.
"Hermione, let me finish," Harry said.
"I was following Malfoy all night," Harry whispered, head low to the table. His eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening. My heart started to pound a little. I clenched my fingers tightly around a piece of toast as he continued.
"After I saw you leave the 6th floor and make your way towards our tower I knew something was wrong so I followed him."
"You followed him? " I asked.
"Yeah, on the Marauder's Map." Harry said.
"It was strange…" Harry continued. "He stayed in the dormitories a while after you left then he made his way down the hallway and just disappeared for like 2 hours."
"Disappeared?" I said, making sure I had understood him properly.
"Yeah, for ages. Then he just appeared again. Walked the hallways for ages and now…" Harry said taking out the parchment and open it slightly, whispering the proper spell. He covered most of it with his arm. But no one was really looking.
"…he's in, well, making his way back from the Ravenclaw dormitories. He spent the rest of the night there in the girls dormitories."
"He hooked up with a Ravenclaw?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound even.
"Seems like it. Not what you'd expect huh? Must be getting desperate if Pansy won't sleep with him," Harry sniggered. He quickly scrunched up the parchment shoving it in his pocket as more people began to wake up. Just as he crumpled up the parchment I noticed Malfoy entering our dormitories.
After Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall kept me back.
"Is something wrong Professor?" I asked, as she made her way back behind her desk.
"No, no dear. There is nothing wrong, I was just wondering how you're getting on with your Head Girl duties?" she asked, shovelling papers around her desk.
"Oh, em, yeah everything is fine. I'm keeping up with everything quite well actually. I enjoy tutoring a lot." I smile.
"I've noticed you've signed in everyday for your tutoring session and you've also signed in for Mr Malfoy's session aswell?" McGonagall states, sliding the tutor session sheet towards me. I notice my handwriting signing off Malfoy name on his side of the sheet. I blush.
"Why? May I ask are you signing off Mr Malfoy's name? Is he not holding up his side of the bargain? Is he not completing his share of the work?" McGonagall asked the tone of her voice accusing. I became worried as she began to gather her own opinion of the situation as she took back the tutor sheet.
"No, no, that's not it!" I said, rather loudly. McGongall jumped a little.
"I changed with him. He took over walking rounds at night in exchange for letting me tutor, because I asked him. Because I really enjoyed tutoring and wasn't too fond of walking rounds." I lied.
McGongall nodded with a questionable look upon her face.
"You wouldn't be just covering up for Mr Malfoy's laziness now would you Ms Granger?" Professor McGonagall dared.
"No of course not," I lied, again. I stood up from the chair, grabbing my books and bag. "Well I have to go; I can't be late for potions."
"One last thing Ms Granger, I want to see Mr Malfoy doing the assigned work he is supposed to do from now on. No more switching! So I expect to see his signature of the tutor sheet tomorrow morning. Am I clear?"
I nod.
"Good. Have a nice day then Ms Granger." She says with a slight smirk as I stumble out the door.
Draco Malfoy's Point of View.
Granger stumbles into Potions late and Snape deducts 20 points from Gryffindor. She sighs and sits beside Weasel. Ginger prick.
I try to focus on the assignment all during class, figuring it would earn me some extra points with Snape and I might gain some credit after what happen during my occulmency lesson. But I can't help look over when I hear her laugh. She's laughing at Weasel's potion, which is overflowing and melting the cauldron. When she notices me looking she clenches her teeth and looks away.
Fuck. Everything.
"Can we just take a break? My head is killing me?" I stammered, my legs shaking as I lean against the back wall.
"There are no breaks in the real world Mr Malfoy! And when the Dark Lord sees what in your head he'll kill you." Snape spat.
"Separate your emotions. Do what you do best and feel nothing!" Snape warns before he screams the words again.
I feel the heat sore up my back before I fall to the ground. My legs felt skinny and unable to support my weight. And then, it began again.
Colour. Light. White noise. Screams. Laughter. Her.
The moment she flashed up Snape stopped. I felt relief wash over me. But anger flooded my eyes as I knew Snape was going to start lecturing me.
To my disbelief he starts to laugh. Blood boils under my skin as I scrape myself up of the ground. Trying to regain some dignity.
"Again…" he begins to say.
"No," I scream, pulling my wand out of my back pocket.
"Your fucking turn!" I shout. "Legilimens!"
I feel the force shoot up my arm and straight to my brain. The images begin.
It blurs a bit before focusing. I see a red headed girl skipping down the steps of Hogwarts. She smiles, her cheeks rising crinkling the skin below her piercing green eyes. The memory seems to blur out and when it focuses again the girl is older, a teenager. She is holding the hand of a young man. He looks almost familiar. That's when I see Snape. He's watching from behind a tree as they walk the grounds. He looks almost the same as he does now. Dark robes. Black greasy hair. Crooked nose. I wince when I see his facial expression. The angle drifts out to the trees and darkens to brighten again in a place that to my knowledge isn't Hogwarts. It's a house. But something's wrong. There are shards of broken wood falling down the stairs as the memory drifts up them. The stairs are black with dirt and dust. It's late. The house is dark. The angle drifts up to a man lying still as death on the ground. As it drifts over his face I realize he is dead. It's the same man from earlier, only older. The angle drifts into a bedroom. The wall paper is falling off the wall and the furniture is broken and scattered around the floor. I hear a child's cry before I see the red haired women lay cold and dead on the floor.
"Sev," I hear a girls voice whisper. The memory falls quick and fades to black.
I drop my wand and fall back.
"How dare you!" Snape screams, gathering himself.
"Get out of my sight!" I can't move.
"Who was that?" I ask, picking up my wand.
"None of your business! Now get out of my sight!" Snape shouts, turning away from me. I turn to leave with it hits me. The man. His glasses.
"Potter?" I whisper. I see Snape freeze.
"Lily Potter, Muggle born," I state, stopping at the door. Snape turns around with a furious look on his face.
"Let's laugh at your memories shall we!" He shrieks. "Legilimens!"
But this time my body doesn't shake. The memories don't begin. Because this time I see Granger where Lily was, lying cold and dead on the ground. But Snape doesn't see it and that's what matters.
Hermione Granger's Point of View
"So do you want too?" Ron asks as we walk back from the Great Hall.
"That would be nice Ron, but I have to tutoring first. Maybe afterwards? I'll call down to the common room, okay?" I say. Ron smiles bigger than I've ever seen him smile before.
"Okay," he says, trying to lessen his smile. I can't help but laugh back.
"I have to go get Malfoy now," I say as I turn to leave. He simply smiles and stumbles off like a drunken child.
I climb the stairs to the 6th floor dreading having to talk to Malfoy after what happened last night. When I turn the corner near our dormitory I smell it, a strong pungent odour. Alcohol.
I stall at the door, lean forward a bit to listen. I hear a young girl's laughter followed by a lot of movement.
"Oh Draco," the girl giggles and laughs. Fuck
I whisper the password before I enter. I knock loudly and hear loud muffled sounds from the girl before I make my way through the hallway into the sitting room. I call Malfoy's name.
"Granger, so glad you could join us? Now we have enough for a threesome!" Malfoy says, his voice slurred. That's when I see him, lunging out on the couch, his shirt ripped open. A Ravenclaw girl is gathering her clothes next to him.
"Oh don't go! Em….Cla….I can't remember your name but don't go!" Malfoy laughs. The girl looked extremely pissed as she pushes past me. I smirk.
"That the Ravenclaw you slept with last night?" I smirk, picking up the rubbish he's thrown on the floor and smelling the brownbagged bottle he's drinking from.
"Firewhiskey?" I comment.
"How'd you know I slept with her," Malfoy slurred again before hiccupping. He slides of the couch and flops on the floor like a wet fish.
"You're drunk Malfoy! Typically when I need you!"
"You need me huh?" he says into the ground. I walk over and pick him up of the ground, throwing him back onto the couch.
"McGongall called me back today to comment on how you've never signed in on your tutoring lessons," I say.
"Thought you were signing my name for me?" He asks. I freeze.
"How'd you know that Malfoy?" I ask. For all I knew was that Malfoy had never even seen the tutoring sheet before. He points to his nose and winks.
"Guess we both know things," he smirks. "Like how you and Weasel have a 'date' tonight. If that's what you want to call it," he chuckles. I blush scarlet red.
"That's none of your business Malfoy. At least I go on dates. I don't just jump into bed with every person who gives me the eye. I'm not as desperate as you are!" I retort.
"How dare you talk to me like that? I am not desperate! I could have any girl I wanted in this school. Any girl would be so lucky!" Malfoy lifts himself up of the couch shakily. He then glowers down at me. The famous Malfoy glower.
"Sit down before you fall over," I snort, pushing him back towards the chair. I feel his hand clench over my wrist. He pulls me close.
"I could have any girl I wanted," he whispers close to my face. He smells of firewhiskey and something sweet I can't put my finger. He drags his face closer to mine.
"Malfoy please leave me go," I murmur. "I have tutoring now, and I'm going to have to make a better attempt at your signature if we're nothing going to get into trouble tomorrow. Oh and by the way, what was all that yesterday? Huh?" I say, slurring out everything nervously the closer her gets.
"I could have you if I so pleased," his voice is soft as he dips his head towards my neck. And then, like all the years haven't past, he leans in and kisses my neck. My knees go weak and he has to support my weight alone with his own drunken weight.
"Told you," he says, sniggers slightly. I felt ashamed. Ashamed that I've let him have any effect on me. I push him away and he drops back to the couch, a cocky smile playing out on his face. I pace the ground.
"You know I always wonder what happened. What made you such an asshole, a dipshit and a fucking wanker!" I scream. He rolls over, throwing off his shirt and stares up at me with a smirk.
"Do continue Granger, I love it when you're mad," he says.
"It's like none of it meant anything to you! That first day I thought maybe, JUST maybe it was all a joke! That you'd come find me afterwards and say you were just messing! But you didn't! You stayed with those lowlife you call friends, and you left me, alone." At this point I'm crying. I cry harder because I'm so ashamed that I'm crying in front of him. He leans up from the couch to access my face. He stands up again, bare chested and shaky.
"I hate you Malfoy," I murmur through the tears.
"Join the club," he sniggers. My fists clench in anger as I step forward. I bring my right arm back and send it flinging into Malfoy's Jaw. The contact echoes through the room. He steps back, but doesn't fall. I flex my fingers through the pain.
"You always did have a great right punch," he laughs settling back into the seat. The punch has seemed to sober him up a bit.
"I'm sorry," I say, embarrassed as I move beside him to access the damage. The bruise is already forming.
"Don't be. Everyone deserves a punch in the face every now and again."
I reach forward and brush his jaw gently. He flinches. He eyes roll back in his head slightly as I remember he's still drunk.
"Let's get you to bed," I say picking him up. He doesn't object as we stumble towards the bedroom. I stand him next to his bed. My hands are shaky as they reach down to undo his belt. I stop when I see it's already undone.
"She was a cat that Ravenclaw," he winks. I blush and pull down his pants as he steps out of them.
"I knew you always wanted to get me naked," he smirks. "When's it my turn to return the favour," he asks, displaying a cocky grin. I can't help but blush even more. I've just punched him in the face and he's trying to play the charm. Typical Malfoy. But the fact that it's me he's trying to chat up has my heart pounding.
"Never, due to the fact that no less than 10 minutes ago did you have your hands all over an older Ravenclaw girl. I'm nobody 2nd best," I say, pulling the covers up around him.
"You know you will always be my number 1," he says pulling me down on top of him.
"Malfoy stop!" I protest as he flips around pinning me down to the bed.
"This is wrong!"
"Who says?" he smirk, leaning into my neck.
"You did, for 6 whole years! Every single day you reminded me," I shout trying to push him off me. His hands move under my top and settle on my stomach. And all I can think is that I've never had a guy touch me like this before.
"Stop, please," I plea. He leans up from my neck and smiles at me in a different way. A way he hasn't smiled in years.
And then to my disbelief he leans in and kisses me. He captures my mouth in his and holds my face in his hands. His breaks a way for a moment, his breathing rigid and hoarse. Before I can say anything he's kissing me again. He picks me up from the bed into a sitting position and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can't move. I push against his chest but it only makes him pull me closer. Before I know it I feel his tongue in my mouth. I can't think. I've never kissed with tongue before. He runs his hands up and down my back before cupping my breasts. I through myself back and slapped him hard across the face. I wipe the side of my mouth. His smile is so big.
"How dare you!" I shout, climbing off his bed, flatting down my skirt.
"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy that Granger! I could tell! I know when a girl is enjoying being kissed and you were enjoying that," he smiles.
"Don't you ever touch me again!" I say backing out of the room.
"Granger," Malfoy calls when I'm at the bedroom door. I stop, catch my breath and turn.
"What?" I call back in anger.
"I just want to let you know that I'll be here all night," he says yawning into his pillow.
"Why?"
"Because when Weasel leans in to kiss you tonight and you're disappointed, you'll know where to find me."
And with that he turns over and pulls the duvet up around him.
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