So Here is chapter 3, Part 1 is from Hermione's POV and part 2 from Draco's POV
As was mentioned to me last night, 'killing people doesn't make them like you. It just makes them dead' so I have decided I will start saving to buy the rights to Harry Potter and right now, I'm on about £7.63, so I have a little more saving ahead of me (sigh) but I will get there.
Hope you enjoy it folks ;D
Part 1
The day was bound to bring something unexpected, but what happened, literally made Hermione speechless.
She was sat there in the great hall, eating a piece of watermelon, chatting with Blaise about his new jeans, when suddenly; the entire great hall went silent. She looked up and down the table and realised Ron had stood up and was walking towards them with a determined look on his face.
Hermione was starting to feel slightly worried. She turned to Pansy, who had already stood up and was heading towards Ron with fire in her eyes.
"Don't you think about taking one more step towards her Weasley, you've caused her enough harm." Pansy said in a quiet, but threatening voice.
Hermione looked worriedly up at Ron, but he still had the determined look on his face,
"No Pansy, I have to be allowed to talk to her, she needs to understand why I did what I did. You see…" But he didn't get to finish his statement
Hermione, who was listening to everything that was being said, had finally had enough. She didn't know why Ron had done what he did, all she knew was that he had hurt her, and that didn't sit well in her book. So it was time she told him what she thought, so she cut him off mid sentence.
"You have to be allowed to talk to me, do you Ronald?" Hermione started as she got out of her seat, Draco and Blaise behind her,
"So what exactly are you going to tell me, huh? Are you going to try and tell me it was all a mistake? Or that she made you have sex with her? What Ronald, because whatever the reason is, you still had sex with another girl. You still managed to make me feel like I wasn't good enough for you." All the while, she was still stalking towards him, like a predator towards its prey.
"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. It might sound lame, but it was a mistake, you have to believe me. Can't you just get over it, and maybe be my date to the ball?" He looked a bit sheepish, but Hermione almost lost it right then and there.
What right did he have to ask her to go to the ball with him, that lying, cheating moron.
"For your information, Ronald, I already have a date to the ball" Hermione said, hoping that he didn't ask who. Yes, she had decided to go with her mystery guy who had sent her that note and bought the dress, but she still hadn't figured out who he was.
"Yeah right Hermione, like anyone has asked you to the ball. Just give it up and stop acting like a bitch." And the next events went past in a blur.
Before Hermione had time to pull out her wand, a spell hit Ron square in the chest sending him flying across the hall and crashing into a suit of armour. Hermione spun round to see Blaise with his wand out, looking totally shocked at what had just happened.
Hermione didn't even bother going to see if Ron was okay. Ignoring the chaos that had erupted around them, she approached Blaise cautiously, following Draco's example.
"Blaise, mate, are you okay?" said Draco. No response,
"Blaise honey, you need to put down your wand, please?" said Hermione, which seemed to snap Blaise out of his trance.
That was when she noticed the tears falling silently down his face. He began shaking, and he almost fell over, Draco catching him before he did and steering him over to the nearest bench.
The great hall was in chaos around them, but right now, Draco and Hermione were too concerned with Blaise to notice anything. The only thing Hermione had noticed was Pansy speaking with Snape and McGonagall.
"God Blaise, what happened? Are you alright? How do you feel?" But Draco couldn't get a coherent answer out of his best friend, who had broken down completely and was full out crying into Draco's shoulder.
"What do we do?" asked Hermione in a panicked voice.
"We need to get him out of here, to the common room" said Draco. And then to Hermione's amazement, he picked Blaise up bridal style, and began walking to the exit of the great hall.
Hermione followed, anxious as to why Blaise had done what he'd done, but for now, she decided to just stay quiet and follow Draco to their common room.
When they arrived Draco quickly strode over to his own room and deposited Blaise onto his bed, instead of to Blaise's shared dormitory, and then came back out to the anxious Hermione.
All the while Hermione was thinking about what had happened 'why had Blaise acted like that? What the hell was going on?' and she was hoping to get some answers from Draco.
She sat down onto one of the sofas and Draco flopped down onto the sofa next to her. She looked at him for a moment before voicing her question,
"Why did Blaise react like that? I mean, I know Ron was being rude, but he didn't have to throw him halfway across the great hall like that" Hermione asked, hoping he would be straight with her and tell her the truth.
Draco sat there for a minute, pondering his options. Firstly, he could make up a lie and hoped she believed him, or he could just tell her the truth and risk Blaise's wrath later. He threw caution to the wind and went for option two.
"Well, in the summer of fifth year, Blaise had a bit of an incident involving his mother and father, and let's just say, that from that point onward, no man will ever get close to laying a finger on a woman who he cares for, unless they never want to have children" said Draco, hoping he hadn't made it sound too bad.
Hermione was shocked at what she had heard. She had never known Blaise to be violent, but then again, they had only been friends for a few months, and he had never spoken about his parents to her before, 'well duh' she thought to herself 'he wouldn't have, if something like that had happened'. She decided to leave it at that and not push for more details.
Draco, feeling the slight awkwardness in the air, decided to change the subject.
"So Hermione, seeing as we're head boy and girl, McGonagall said that we have to do the rest of the organising for the ball. She said that they had already hired out a band, but we have to do the rest, so I figure, we should deal with Blaise and everything today, but we could get started on that tomorrow. And Pansy has deemed me good enough to be your bodyguard, so she won't be hanging around you all day to protect you from the Weasel. So what d'you say?"
Hermione had known they would probably be roped into doing something for the ball, but seriously? They had to organise the entire thing? But she did agree with Draco's reasoning,
"That sounds like a plan. We should probably go and see how Blaise is doing."
Draco nodded and they both got up and headed towards Draco's room.
Xx Harry Potter xX
They had managed to get Blaise back to his normal joking self by dinner, which was a relief to everyone.
After being informed of his 'special' circumstances, McGonagall had let him off with a warning, so they spent their dinner discussing some plans for the ball, which continued when they got back to the common room.
"Okay, okay, we are not turning this ball into a party where people can come to get laid Pansy; it's supposed to be a dance." Said Draco, to which Blaise and Hermione started laughing. They had all consumed quite a bit of alcohol by this point, and the ideas were getting stupider as the night went on.
"I second that, it's supposed to be a pleasant evening. Now come on, it's getting late; we need to go to bed." Hermione's statement was met with groans of protest, but eventually everyone headed off to bed to get a well earned nights sleep.
Hermione snuggled up in her duvet, sighing in contentment before slipping into dreams of her mystery man.
And only when she woke in the middle of the night, did she realise that he had had platinum blonde hair and stormy grey eyes.
Part 2
Draco's day was almost as unexpected as Hermione's.
There he sat, innocently eating his breakfast (how he adored watermelon) when out of nowhere, the Weasel was walking over, ready to confront Hermione. 'Gee' thought Draco 'doesn't this guy take a hint' – apparently not.
Pansy got up, stopping him a couple of feet away from Hermione, Draco and Blaise, putting on her most threatening face.
"Don't you think about taking one more step towards her Weasley, you've caused her enough harm." Pansy said in her 'get the hell away from me' voice that Draco had many a time been on the receiving end of. But he just wasn't taking the hint.
"No Pansy, I have to be allowed to talk to her, she needs to understand why I did what I did. You see…" But Hermione stopped him before he could finish his sentence, and boy did she look pissed.
"You have to be allowed to talk to me, do you Ronald?" Hermione started as she got out of her seat, Draco deciding to follow her, along with Blaise, both discretely pulling out their wands.
"So what exactly are you going to tell me, huh? Are you going to try and tell me it was all a mistake? Or that she made you have sex with her? What Ronald, because whatever the reason is, you still had sex with another girl. You still managed to make me feel like I wasn't good enough for you." As she spoke, she was slowly stalking toward him, like a predator to its prey.
And what she'd said made Draco really pissed. She was too good for Ron, far too good, and what Ron said only furthered his opinion of Weasley being a disgusting waste of skin.
"Look, Hermione, I'm sorry. It might sound lame, but it was a mistake, you have to believe me. Can't you just get over it, and maybe be my date to the ball?" He looked a bit sheepish, and Draco glanced at Hermione who was glaring absolute daggers at Ron. He assumed that was a no from her?
What she said next, however, made Draco quite happy,
"For your information, Ronald, I already have a date to the ball" So did that mean she was excepting his offer in the note? He hoped so.
"Yeah right Hermione, like anyone has asked you to the ball. Just give it up and stop acting like a bitch." Draco was about to act, do something to make Ron regret he was born, but he never got the chance.
From next to him, a stream of light exited Blaise's wand and hit Ron squarely in the chest, sending him flying into a suit of armour across the room.
And suddenly, there was chaos.
Draco went straight to Blaise, needing to know if he was alright,
"Blaise, mate, are you okay?" asked Draco, scared that Blaise wouldn't, or couldn't, answer him. There was no response,
"Blaise honey, you need to put down your wand, please?" said Hermione, which surprisingly to Draco, seemed to snap Blaise out of his trance.
Draco only then noticed the tear tracks down his best friends face, and then he realised Blaise was shaking. Then he almost fell over, but Draco managed to catch him, and practically carried him to the closest bench, where he sat down next to Blaise who proceeded to attach himself to Draco's shoulder.
"God Blaise, what happened? Are you alright? How do you feel?" But Blaise didn't respond, just continued to cry into Draco's shoulder, because of what Draco knew, were memories of that night in the summer of fifth year.
"What do we do?" he heard Hermione ask, her panicked voice the only sound he heard through all the commotion.
"We need to get him out of here, to the common room" And without thinking about it, he lifted Blaise into his arms bridal style, and strode off in the direction of the 8th year common room, not allowing anyone to stop him.
When they reached the common room he strode straight over to his personal bedroom and carefully laid Blaise onto his bed, before coming outside to speak to Hermione.
Hermione had sat herself down onto one of the sofas and Draco decided to just flop down onto the sofa next to her. She looked up at him for a moment and he realised that he was going to have to explain what happened.
"Why did Blaise react like that? I mean, I know Ron was being rude, but he didn't have to throw him halfway across the great hall like that"
Draco sat there for a minute, pondering his options. Firstly, he could just make up a lie about anger issues or something and hope she would believed him, or he could just tell her the truth and risk Blaise's wrath later. He decided that the truth, at this point, was a better option and as such, went for option two.
"Well, in the summer of fifth year, Blaise had a bit of an incident involving his mother and father, and let's just say, that from that point onward, no man will ever get close to laying a finger on a woman who he cares for, unless they never want to have children" said Draco, hoping he hadn't made it sound too bad, when in all actuality, it had been one of the scariest things he had heard.
From what Blaise had briefly told him, he knew that Blaise's real father (not his stepdad, who was quite cool) would rather be dead than living the way that Blaise had left him. But no need to scare Hermione.
Draco, who was starting to feel the slight awkwardness in the air, decided to change the subject, and bring up something work-related to distract Hermione,
"So Hermione, seeing as we're head boy and girl, McGonagall said that we have to do the rest of the organising for the ball. She said that they had already hired out a band, but we have to do the rest, so I figure, we should deal with Blaise and everything today, but we could get started on that tomorrow. And Pansy has deemed me good enough to be your bodyguard, so she won't be hanging around you all day to protect you from the Weasel. So what d'you say?"
Now, even Draco had to admit that what McGonagall was asking was a bit extreme, but it would help occupy Hermione's mind while she got over the break-up with Ron, so all was good in Draco-land.
"That sounds like a plan. We should probably go and see how Blaise is doing."
Draco nodded, agreeing fully that they needed to keep a close eye on Blaise for the rest of the day, so they both got up and headed back towards Draco's room.
Xx Harry Potter xX
The rest of the day went better than Draco thought seeing as they actually managed to get Blaise back to normal before dinner.
Over dinner, and later into the evening, they started to discuss themes for the ball, all the while consuming some much appreciated alcohol, and they finally got sent off to bed by Hermione when Pansy brought up the idea of practically having an orgy at the party.
While he changed into his pyjamas, Draco remembered Hermione's words from earlier 'You still managed to make me feel like I wasn't good enough for you' – how could Weasley have done that to his precious Hermione, wait, 'his' precious Hermione, where did that come from. He was acting possessive over her and they weren't even together yet? For the love of Merlin he needed to sort himself out before he gave anything away to her.
He climbed into his bed with one thought in mind before he drifted into a blissful sleep full of dreams of Hermione Granger,
'Hermione would never feel like she wasn't good enough for Draco Malfoy'
So what do y'all think of chapter 3? Leave a review and let me know.
Meanwhile, I have decided that robbing a bank will solve all my problems about owning the rights to Harry Potter, what do you think? Reckon I can pull it off? Let me know if you have any other suggestions ;P