A/N: Here's a really long chapter, I hope you like it!
Chapter 6 – Don't Be So Dramatic
"I'm sorry, but say that again." Hermione said exasperatedly.
"I said everyone else is coming in a minute." Draco responded, looking bored.
"No, after that, who specifically is coming?" It was like pulling teeth.
"Blaise, Theo, Goyle and Flint. Although Pansy will probably come as well seeing as Blaise is." Draco annoyingly continued to drink his coffee as if nothing was amiss. How was he so calm right now?
"Malfoy if you didn't realize this small fact already, all of your lot hate me." Hermione was starting to panic. How could Malfoy be so stupid?
"Yes but my lot hate Weasley even more, especially Flint." Draco said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah I heard about that. Remind me to thank Marcus later." Draco chuckled. "But do they know the reason they're coming here? Do they know I'm here?"
"Merlin, it's like twenty questions with you isn't it? And no to both questions, you have eighteen left."
"Malfoy, I'm not actually playing twenty questions and aren't they going to like, hex me when they see me standing in your kitchen?"
"Will you calm down? Anyone would think that someone had set fire to your copy of Hogwarts: A History." Hermione scoffed at his joke. "They probably won't do anything, just wonder why you're here and ask me a few questions."
"They're going to kill me." Hermione muttered as the doorbell rang. Malfoy had set up apparition wards like Harry.
"Don't be so dramatic."
Hermione huffed and waited for Draco to come back into the kitchen with the Slytherin gang. Draco walked through the door first followed by Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. Pansy was the first to notice the now very pale muggleborn witch stood on one side of the kitchen.
"Erm, Draco." Pansy whispered. "Why is Granger here?"
"Harry Potter's best friend? Fair play to you, mate!" Blaise clapped Draco on the back.
"It's not what you think." Draco said. "We need your help. Trust me; I think you might even enjoy it. I know Flint will."
"What does this have something to do with Weasel? Please tell me it does. No disrespect Granger." Blaise said getting rather excited. Hermione shrugged at the comment, she didn't care about Ron anymore. Draco looked at her for permission to fill the couple in on what Ron did, which was quite decent of him. She thought she might as well tell them if they're going to help her out.
After Draco had finished relaying the story, as Hermione was getting sick of telling it, the doorbell rang once again announcing the arrival of the other Slytherins. As Draco went to open the door, Pansy went over to her. "I'm really sorry for what he did to you. If Blaise did that to me I'd probably torture him so much that I wouldn't have to kill him because he'd kill himself." Hermione wasn't sure if she was supposed to find that comforting. Blaise swallowed nervously. You could tell who wore the pants in that relationship. "Don't worry, we'll make him sorry."
"Thanks." Hermione smiled at the other witch. It seemed that the Slytherin's had changed a fair bit over recent years and Pansy didn't resemble a pug in the slightest. Her short brown hair had grown into long, thick brown locks that complimented her well.
Blaise was also very good looking meaning him and Pansy looked like a power couple. He was the chaser on the Slytherin team and it looked like those muscles never left him. Blaise was a tall man with dark skin, high cheekbones and eyes that were slightly slanted. Hermione had also heard that he was rather vain.
Just then Theodore Nott, Marcus Flint and Gregory Goyle walked through the door followed by Malfoy. Goyle had changed so much after the death of his best friend, Crabbe, she only just recognized him. He had lost all of his weight and was left with just muscle, which still made him just as menacing as before.
Theodore was the first to speak. "Hey Pansy, Hey Blaise, Hey Granger." He said calmly. He carried on walking towards the fridge, after a minute looking through it he slowly turned around with a curious expression on his face. Everyone watched him expectantly wondering when he will notice the odd addition to their group. "Draco, why don't you have any orange juice?" What?
"What do you mean why don't I have any orange juice? I never have orange juice." He replied in bewilderment.
"You always have orange juice." Theo commented.
"Okay, so I forgot to get some orange juice, if you want some orange juice so badly why don't you get your own?"
"Because I knew I was coming here and you always have orange juice."
"Well obviously I don't-"
"Will you two shut up? How about we talk about why we're here and not about fucking orange juice." Marcus interrupted. "And more importantly, why is Granger here? No offence." He added, looking at Hermione.
"We were about to get to that when Theo decided to go ahead and make himself at home." Draco turned to everyone else, who, to Hermione's surprise hadn't hexed her yet. "We are going to go and get Hermione's stuff back from the Weasel's because long story short, he cheated, hit her and took everything she owned." Hermione should have just told everyone that length of the story, it would have saved her a lot of time.
Marcus looked like Christmas had come early. "Do I get to beat him up again?" He must have a really good dentist or just grew into his teeth well because they no longer looked absolutely God awful. Puberty had done this group many favours.
"Only if completely necessary." Draco replied.
"Maybe you should, it will hurt his ego even more. One of the reasons he hit me was because I'd laughed at him when you'd beaten him up." Hermione spoke up. All of the Slytherins turned to look at her wearing their trademark smirks. "What?"
"I think I'm going to like this girl." Blaise commented simply whilst the others nodded in agreement. Finally the six Slytherins and Gryffindors golden girl apparated to right outside Hermiones apartment building. She lived in Wizarding London because Ron hadn't allowed her to live anywhere else.
Hermione turned to the others. "We never came up with a plan."
Malfoy took charge. "Granger, you go and knock on the door, he will answer and probably throw a hissy fit, and then I'll appear shortly followed by this lot. We'll barge into the flat, get your stuff, say something really quite brilliant to him, maybe Flint could re-introduce him to his fist then we will leave and return to my house with the stuff. And remember, find Granger's Gringotts key. He's taken all of her money and we're going to get it back."
"Alright, bossy." Hermione commented at Malfoy's expense. Old habits.
"I'm growing to like her even more." Pansy said, earning herself a glare from Malfoy.
"But what if you can't find my key? Then he'll have all of my money." Hermione added.
"You forget that we're Slytherins, we'll find it." Theo said.
"Instead of standing here talking all day, shall we get on with it?" Blaise interrupted, getting increasingly impatient.
They started to follow Hermione up the stairs when she stopped, suddenly. "Oh no! I forgot to tell Tracey I wouldn't be in work today."
"She'll get over it, now stop putting this off and carry on." Marcus said, he was too busy readying himself for a fight with the ginger prick.
They reached the floor of the apartment and she walked to the door, while the others hid behind a nearby wall.
Hermione took a deep breath and knocked on the door, realizing how stupid it was that she had to knock to get into her own apartment. Just as she was about to give up hope, a very smug looking Ron Weasley opened the door.
"I just knew it! I knew you'd come crawling back to me Hermione." He said, smiling too sickly sweet.
"I'm not coming back for you Ronald; I'm here to collect my things." Hermione said with little emotion.
"What things? 'What's mine is yours' remember?"
"That only works when you're not cheating on someone." Hermione responded, irritated.
She could see the anger flickering in his eyes. He raised his hand, ready to hit her. When they've hit once (or twice, as the case may be), they always hit again. Stopping Ron in his tracks, a new voice joined in. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, which fortunately, I am not."
Ron looked up to see Malfoy stood there with his hands in his pockets. "Malfoy." Ron growled. "What are you doing here?"
"I've come to get Hermione's stuff back." He said, walking over to her side whilst Ron slowly brought his hand down.
"This is none of your business Malfoy." Ron spat.
"Oh but see, that's where you're wrong. It became my business when I found Hermione beaten up down an alleyway." Hermione heard someone gasp from around the corner, most likely Pansy, but Ron failed to notice her because all he could probably hear was himself breathing, as right now, it was like a dragon. So bloody loud.
Ron didn't know what to say in response to Malfoy so he turned back to Hermione. Like always. "You became friends with Malfoy? You filthy mud-"
"Hey Weasley, remember me?" Hermione looked up just in time to see Marcus punch Ron right in the face. Nice.
Following Marcus, the rest of the Slytherin's and Hermione stepped over Ron and into the apartment as he was currently sat in the doorway crying out in pain. Serves him right.
As Pansy gathered her clothes, Theodore looked for her Gringott's key, Marcus trashed Ron's things, Blaise and Goyle tied Ron to a kitchen chair and Malfoy filled a box with anything that Hermione said was hers, Ron yelled at her after the pain in his face eventually started to subside.
"Since when were you friends with the snakes? I won't allow this to happen Hermione. Stop this right now!" Hermione ignored Ron and began picking up all of Crookshanks' cat things. "Don't ignore me you bitch!
"Do not. Call her. That word. In front of me. Ever. Again. Weasley." Malfoy stepped in. "And she doesn't have to listen to the likes of you, you filth. Especially after what you did to her."
"What are you gonna do Malfoy?"
"Do you really want me to go into this right now?" Nodding his head, he continued. "Okay fine. I will destroy you. Everyone you've ever loved will hate you after I'm done. Your war hero reputation will be trodden into the ground. You thought defeating Voldemort was hard? That will be a walk in the park compared to what I'll do with you. Understood?"
Ron paled slightly at the menacing words, that were dripped in venom.
After Theo had screamed, "I've found the Gringotts key!" the Slytherins started to file out of the apartment with her things to the apparation point, Blaise carrying Crookshanks hesitantly, thinking that the ginger ball was going to attack him at any given moment.
Only Hermione, Malfoy and Ron were left in the flat. "You're going to regret this Hermione." Ron said, red as a tomato.
"You know what Ron? No I'm not. I'm glad to be getting shot of you. You're probably the worst thing that ever happened to me." Malfoy looked like he was enjoying this way too much. "I'm so happy you cheated on me because it means you're finally out of my life."
"You say that now Hermione..."
"I will always think that."
"Why the Slytherins though? Why Malfoy?"
"Let me just put it this way..." Hermione began. "If I wasn't with you and I was with someone else and they'd hit me, you wouldn't be a true friend and help me. They did. They helped me in a heartbeat. You're a horrible person, Ron Weasley, these guys aren't." She turned to leave, but paused in the doorway. "And I'm so, so glad that Marcus beat you up."
After one last punch in the jaw from Malfoy, the pair left Ron tied to his own kitchen chair.
"I'm completely exhausted." Hermione said, collapsing onto the sofa.
"I'm just getting started, I could go and beat Weasel up a few more times." Marcus said, who was currently sat next to Theo and Goyle on one of Malfoy's sofas in his living room. Everyone had taken Hermione's stuff back to Malfoys after going to her apartment. Now they were all just sat there, contemplating what had just happened.
"Well you're just aggressive." Pansy stated, dropping her head onto Blaise's shoulder.
"You say it like it's a bad thing." Marcus replied.
Hermione brought he knees up to her chest. "I'm just glad to have all my stuff back." Looking around at all of the people surrounding her. "Thank you guys for doing this for me, considering you barely know me and all."
"Here comes the sentimental Gryffindor speech." Theo commented.
"Excuse me while I vomit." Marcus said, in a bored tone.
Hermione rolled her eyes light-heartedly and said "No, that's Harry's job", causing the group to laugh.
"Sounds about right." Draco responded, who was sat next to Hermione.
"Anyway, I think we better be off because Pansy is about to fall asleep on my shoulder." Blaise stood, helping Pansy to her feet. Everyone else followed their actions, looking like they were also about to fall asleep at any second. It had been a long day.
"Well, we'll see you tomorrow night." Pansy said, hugging Draco goodbye. "Actually I'll see you in the morning because I'm meeting your mother here."
"You're meeting my mother here? Why?"
"Because Ciss and I are going shopping, Draco we do it quite often."
"Well I've never noticed."
"Well now you have." Pansy said, moving from Draco to Hermione, surprisingly pulling her into a hug. "You did the right thing by leaving him Hermione, he's an idiot." She pulled away and dragged Blaise to the door. "See you tomorrow!" She called as she walked through the door.
After everyone else said their goodbyes, Hermione followed Malfoy back into the living room, flopping back onto the sofa. "What are you doing tomorrow night with them?" Hermione asked.
"We're" Malfoy emphasised. "going out to celebrate you getting shot of Weaslebee."
"When was this decided?"
"When you went to the bathroom." He replied casually.
"Where are we going?"
"Just some random restaurant in Diagon Alley that Pansy wanted to go to." And knowing this lot, it will be the posh part of Diagon Alley. Great. Now Hermione needed to find something wearable in all of her clothing.
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