Chapter 19 - Foul Loathsome Evil Little Cockroach

"What would it matter if I was with him or not! It's none of your god damn business!"
"Hermione you're not actually saying that you and Malfoy are together?!"
"NO IM NOT! BUT IT WOULD BE NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS IF I WERE SO STOP FUCKING PESTERING ME ABOUT IT!" She was now standing, her book had been slammed against the table and the whole hall was looking at her.
Ron stormed to his feet aswell, "COME ON HERMIONE! HE'S DIGUSTING AND DON'T SAY THERE ISNT SOMETHING THERE! I SAW IT! AT THE BALL! YOU DON'T EVEN CALL HIM MALFOY ANYMORE! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?"
"NOTHING! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" Hermione stormed out of the hall, leaving her books behind. She slammed the huge door behind her. She soon heard Ron calling after her, "Come on Hermione, I'm sorry, please just talk to me!" She quickly swung around, tears streaming down her eyes as her hand came in contact with Ron's cheek. SLAP! He clutched his now red cheek as Hermione continued to scream at him, "He has changed! Not that you seem to notice but he has! DID YOU TOTALLY IGNORE HIS SPEECH AT THE BALL?! He said he was sorry, for EVERYTHING! He publically apologized for his behaviour, do you know how nerve racking that would be?! NO! YOU DON'T! AND ESPECIALLY HOW HARD IT WOULD BE FOR HIM! Not only is it a pride thing! But it's also the fear that people wouldn't accept him! Not after everything! He has been nicer ever since we moved in together, he no longer calls me Mudblood! He doesn't call anyone MUDBLOOD! And don't you remember how he defended me from Blaise? He punched his friend for us!-"
"For you! Not for us! For you!"
"I don't care! He has genuinely changed and NO WE ARE NOT TOGETHER BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN WE CANT BE NICE TO EACH OTHER! And... you know what? I would even consider him my friend... and right now... he's more of a friend than you'll ever be!" With that she stormed off, tears still falling down her face.
She stumbled over to the couch, a low flick of her wand and the fire lit up. She curled up on the couch, her head in her knees as tears fell and cries escaped her lips.

*two hours later*

Hermione was still slightly sobbing when Draco stumbled in, bruised and limping, bloody dripping from his - what looked broken - nose. She quickly got up and went over to him, "What happened?" She asked as she helped him over to the couch.
He seemed to ignore her question as he reached up and cupped her cheek, "You've been crying. Hermione, why were you crying?"
"That doesn't matter right now. What happened to you?"
"It was nothing." He tried to brush it off.
"Draco! Your nose could be broke - it is not nothing!"
"I-I can't tell you..."
"Why the hell not!"
"Because it's - it's nothing. I'll be fine."
"Who did this!?"
"No one, I tripped."
"DON'T YOU DARE PULL THAT CRAP WITH ME! WHO DID THIS?"
He sighed and then mumbled something under his breath.
"What?"
He mumbled again.
"For the love of god! Speak up!"
"It was ... Ron."
"Ron!"
"Hermione, it's fine, I'll be fine. I don't want this to tare you guys apart-"
"I don't care! He's been a douche all day and this is unacceptable!" She went to storm off but Draco caught her hand.
"Hermione, don't. Just stay here and look after me. I'm sure once I'm all healed I can make you feel a lot better." He tried to change her train of thought but failed.
"No." She quickly pulled out her wand and sent a patronous to poppy. "Madam Pompfrey will be here soon. But right now I have to go deal with an annoying little Weasle!" She stormed out of the room and into the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Ron, you know your screwed right." Harry said as ron sat with his hands in his head.
"Yeah, Yeah, I know, I know."
"STUPIFY!" Hermione screamed, a bright blue bolt shooting out of her wand sent Ron flying across the room, hitting the wall with a thud.
"Hermione!" Harry yelled.
"How low did you have to drop to beat him up! YOU'RE PATHETIC!"
"Hermione, I'm sorry I wanst thinking straight-"
"You're... you're... You are a FOUL LOATHSOME EVIL LITTLE COCKROACH!"
Both Ron and Harry gasped slightly considering they were the only ones there when she called Draco that in third year.
"How could you call me that? After everything?"
They had gathered a small crowd now.
"Does it matter! YOU'VE DROPPED TO HIS LEVEL! YOU DISGUST ME!"
"I disgust you? I disgust you?! I'M NOT THE ONE SLEEPING WITH A SLYTHERIN!"
Hermione was only seeing red and having trouble keeping up the act but she persisted, "I'M NOT WITH HIM! AHH!"
Ron had now pulled out his wand, not aiming at her but it was at his side but Hermione wasn't letting him get any upper hand, "EXPELLIARMUS!" His wand flew out of his hand and across the room, "INCARCEROUS!" red glowing ropes quickly wrapped around Ron, pining him to the wall. A few gasps were heard from the observers.
"Hermione, please-"
"LANGLOCK!" His tongue was now glued to the roof of his mouth.
"LEVICORPUS!" Ron was now hanging by his ankles from the roof.
"FURNUNCULUS!" Ron squirmed as boils covered his body.
"AVIS!" Small fluttering birds were now attacking Ron. He squirmed and struggled only causing the ropes to tighten and the birds to become more ferocious.
"AGUA-"
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Hermione's wand went flying out of her hands, she quickly spun around and her eyes widened with panic, "HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ONE OF YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS! AND ONE OF YOUR FELLOW HOUSEMATES AT THAT!" Hermione flet like she about to pass out as McGonagall continued to yell at her, "I originally came her to retrieve mr Weasly, I believe you heard about the recent incident involving Draco. I ignored your little out burst earlier today in the hall but this is unacceptable, both of you! My office. NOW!" She stormed out, flicking her wand as she left causing the restrainst and all the affects of Hermione's spells to disappear causing Ron to fall to the ground with a thud. Hermione didn't bother to look at him, she just stormed out, following McGonagall.

"Firstly, Mr Ronald Weasly. Hogwarts does not tolerate attacking other students, a letter will be sent home to your parents about your incident with Mr Malfoy. You should probably know that you broke his nose and he has a fractured arm and will probably be seriously bruised for the next few weeks."
"I'm sorry Professor, I wasn't in the right state of mind, please don't tell my parents!" Ron pleaded.
"This is not up for discussion, now, Miss Granger. What to do with you?" She turned to Hermione, a blank expression across Hermione's face, not looking up to meet McGonagall's gaze but not looking down at her hands either, just staring straight ahead. "It's one thing to hit or beat up a fellow student and a rival house one at that but attacking your fellow house-mate with magic! And I thought you two were friends?"
"We are." Ron stepped in.
Hermione scoffed, "Debatable."
Ron scowled at her but persisted, "We're just having an disagreement that's all."
"This is one hell of a disagreement I might say! I am deeply disappointed in you miss Granger, you are one of the brightest witches of your generation, you're Head Girl and you act like this! It's appauling!" McGonagall sighed, "Mr Weasly, you are excused, 100 points will be taken from Gryffindor for your little incident and your parents will also be notified and you will attend detention for the next week with either myself or another Professor."
"Yes miss."
"You are dismissed." He quickly got up and left, slightly slamming the door behind him.
"Now, Miss Granger, what to do with you?" Hermione didn't look up, still looking straight ahead but a few tears escaped her eyes and ran down her face.
"I could take away your head girl position, or I could give you months worth of detentions, or I could even expel you but I fear that no matter what I do Mr Malfoy might 're-create' your incident with Ronald."
"How is he?" Hermione asked, "Is he ok? Is Draco ok?"
McGonagall slightly softened, "He will be, he just needs some rest."
"I will accept any punishment and I will make sure Draco doesn't do anything rash. I know I probably shouldn't have done it and I know I should feel guilty that I did that to a friend but I don't, I'm honestly not sorry for what I did."
"Love. It's a complicated thing."
"Yes. It is. Isn't it?" Hermione said as a small smile laced her lips.
"Ok, here's what I'm going to do, I will deduct 200 points from Gryffindor." Hermione slightly winced, "You will go to detention for the next month." She winced again, "and, I will take your time turner." Hermione's hand shot up to her neck where it sat, where it had sat for since third year.
"But... ok." Hermione hesitated for a moment before pulling it over her head. She held it in her hand for a moment before placing it down on McGonagall's desk.
"Come see me tomorrow so I can give you your schedual with your dentention on it. You are dismissed." Hermione nodded silently and stood up. Just before she closed the door, "Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you, for everything that you've done for me and my friends over the years and for everything you've done for me and Draco."
McGonagall smiled warmly and nodded asuringly at Hermione, with that Hermione closed the door behind her.
Hermione slowly made her way down the steps her hand numbly palced on her chest where her time turner used to sit, she felt slightly naked without it. Most of the time when her and Draco had sex she didn't take it off and now it was gone. As she reached the bottom steps she found Ron leaning against the wall. He immediately propped up when he saw her, "Hermione, I'm sorry for what I said, I am, I really am, I just-"
"Ron. Don't. Just... Don't." Tears pricked her eyes.
"But I -"
"I just need to be alone right now."
"But what happened? What is she going to do to you? Hermione?"
"STOP! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!"
"But Herm-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She screamed, tears running down her face, as she ran down the hall.
She darted up the stairs, not to her room but Draco's she stopped as soon as she entered the room. It was untouched, it had been for a while, Draco practically moved most of his stuff into Hermione's room. She looked around considering she knew Draco sometimes spent some time alone in here. She saw sitting on the bed a book, it had a piece of folded paper sticking out of it. She walked over and sat down on the bed, gently picking up the book; the Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe. A weak smile laced her lips, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. 'he remembered. He's been reading it.' She opened the book to where the folded paper was. She slowly unfolded the paper a small gasp escaping her lips as she did, 'how did he get this? When did he get this?' it was a photo, of them, together, dancing at the Senior Ball. She remember this moment, they were both laughing at a comment Luna had made about they would make a cute couple; the irony was to much for them not to laugh. But how did he get this photo? Who took it? She wanted to know the answer to these questions but her mind drifted off and a smile spread across her face, just the thought of him made her smile. She stared at the picture for a moment before folding it back up and slipping it into the book. She closed the book back up and placed it on the bed. She wondered around the room for a moment, not a lot was in here, empty draws, only a few books on the book case but most of them were dusty indicating they hadn't been read in a while. She opened up his cupboard to find nothing but a few empty hangers but then something caught her eye, a square brown leather book. She eyed it curiously before picking it up. She sat back down on the bed and opened it, on the first page, written in a slightly slanted righting;

For Draco.
So that you will always remember the good days.
Love, Mum.
xoxo

Hermione slightly smiled, and a snide thought snuck into her thoughts, 'mumma's boy.' She turned the page to find a smiling Narcissa Malfoy holding a small little baby boy, he looked only a few days old, his eyes were just opening. Underneath the photo was; Draco Lucious Malfoy - born 5th June, 1980.
On the next page was a chubby little baby sitting in a high chair at the end of the table with a small blue cake infront of him with one candle on it, Lucious to the boy's left, Narcissa to his right. This was actually the only time she's seen Lucious smile, not a wicked grin or smirk an actual smile, written beneath; Draco's first birthday.
On the next page was another magical picture of a little blonde boy taking a few steps towards Narcissa before stumbling and falling into her arms; Draco's first steps.
On the next page a little blonde boy, looked about age 5 was stuck in a tree, Narcissa trying to get him down while Lucious just leaned against the tree laughing; Draco finally learns what stubbornness is. She slightly chuckled at this.
On the next few pages were more photos like the last; Draco's sixth birthday, Draco's first attempt at magic - a boy sitting wide eyed, his hair sticking up in spikes, dirt covering his face a small dying down fire in front of him. She continued going through the photos until about ten photos in was his letter to Hogwarts.

Dear Mr Draco Lucious Malfoy.
You have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry...

The next photos were of Draco in Diagon Alley with his first wand, getting his broomstick and other supplies. The second last photo was of Draco in his Slytherin robes. She turned to the last page and it was a photo of Lucious sitting in the tree with the a younge Draco, Narcissa still trying to get them down; great! Now your father has joined in!
Hermione couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she closed the book. She held it and the lion the witch and the wardrobe close to her chest for a moment before she slowly lied down, her knees curled up as close to her as she could get them. She continued to hold the two books close to her chest as she slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.