Is It Necessary chapter 2
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"Miss Granger, are you alright? You left appearing quite upset, I should hope not because of what Mr Malfoy said?"
From the corner of her eye Hermione saw Professor McGonagal shoot Draco a glare, he simply smiled meekly. Blinking in shock Hermoine remembered that she had been asked a question, and should answer. " No Professor I'm quite alright, I rather suddenly remembered that I had to change into my Hogwarts robes. Perhaps we should go assist the prefects with ushering the students inside?"
"Of course, always on top of things Miss Granger. However should Mr Malfoy give you any trouble, please do inform me. Run along now, Mr Malfoy, may I see you a moment?
Hermoine saw Draco visibly gulp before slowly, and slightly nodding. Before long Hermione found herself standing outside the heads compartment discreetly listening to the tense conversation taking place inside.
"Mr Malfoy, I do not know why Miss Granger lied about why she left but I know very well you made her cry. You ought to know this, the war is over. Voldemort is dead, any more of your bullying will not be tolerated anymore! None of it, no longer do you hold a 'better' status or reputation than others. If anyone reports any bullying you are out of my school! Understood?"
"Yes Professor"
"Furthermore what was smelling Miss Grangers hair than collapsing about? That isn't normal even for you, and you will tell me now or you will find some of the Veritaserum left by Snape 'spilled' into your stores of fire whisky. Yes Mr Malfoy I do know about that."
"Well, you see, um…"
"Yes Mr Malfoy? Remember, spill before the Veritaserum does."
Even from outside the compartment Hermione heard Draco swallow hesitantly.
"I have not pieced it together myself, but over the summer my mother informed me my father was a full veela. That makes me a half veela. Based upon the fact I could smell Grangers from the second I entered the platform, I believe Granger may be my mate. Of course this is only of my limited veela knowledge. I may be wrong."
Professor McGonagal's next sentence nothing more than weary.
"No, I don't believe you're wrong. Wether you admit it or not you and Miss Granger have allot in common. You may leave"
Hearing this Hermoine quickly, but shakily ran off down the hallway of the train. As she had known Fleur many years she knew every thing about veela's that the public could know. Knowing what she did she hoped Draco was wrong. Being a veela's mate entailed allot of things, and she was already in love with Ron. So she stood at the end of the hallway shaking until the half veela himself walked up. Upon seeing him she felt a large surge of rage
"I guess you can't make blood purity jokes anymore can you?"
She than marched off leaving Draco wondering how much she had heard.
Oh Merlin how much did Hermione hear? Wait, since when are you calling Granger, Hermione? The thought of Hermione knowing his secret had him admittedly scared so with out a second thought he tore after her. Before she could react he had her pinned to the wall.
"It's not nice to eavesdrop Hermione!"
"Hermione? Why did you call me that?"
"I, well, it's your name isn't it? Besides, how bloody much did you hear, well?"
"Enough to know you can't get away with this anymore. Get off me!"
Look at her, doesn't she so kissable? She's at your mercy, you could kiss her. At this thought Draco let go of Hermione's arms as though they burnt him. He felt.. empty at the loss contact. Her next words however strung him, allot.
"And just so you know, I'm ion love with Ron."
This time when she left he just stood there staring after her blankly before sliding down the wall, his chest constricting from her rejection, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
Once Hermione was released by Draco at first she had only ran, but now that it was clear he wasn't chasing her like she expected him to, she felt almost guilty. Silently cursing herself for her lack of tact she slowed her pace. Even those who knew next to nothing about veela's knew hearing their mate loved another was the last thing they should hear. There was two simple for reasons for this, initially they grew almost unbearably sad. Even the most stoic and collected veela would express many signs of sadness. However this wasn't what you really should worry about, the sadness didn't last long usually only an hour or so. Once the sadness left it was replaced by rage. The next time the veela saw the one their mate loved would likely be the last time anyone saw the unlucky person. This was made worse if the veela witnessed any displays of affection. Remembering this Hermione grew angry, not realizing this wasn't her anger she was feeling, but Draco's, and it would only grow until Draco felt he had sorted out Ronald Weasley. Keep in mind Hermione didn't know this, so she made a quick decision. She left the train with a confidant air that was not hers. Due to her determination she found herself at the entrance to the Great Hall with seemingly no time having had passed. Once again unaware that Draco was sprinting to catch up with her, and would see everything she was about to do. Without a second of hesitation she marched into the Great Hall and sat her self next to Ron.
He smiled at her than started a greeting but she interrupted him by crashing her lips to his. Ron was quick to respond and turned fully in his seat to wrap his arms around her pulling her closer. Despite her outward participation she couldn't shake the feeling that this was wrong. She brushed it off and continued the kiss with a new passion and franticness. That was when she felt herself being gently, but quickly pried off Ron.
Thats how Draco entered the Great Hall, seeing Hermione locked in a kiss with Ron. As soon as his brain registered what he was seeing the rage he already felt flared up and increased. To the surprise of nearly everyone he sprinted over and gently removed Hermione from Ron. His next move surprised no one. So quickly Ron had no time to react before hand he smashed his fist square on Ron's nose. He smirked at feeling Ron's nose crumble and a warm liquid shot out to meet his hand. He looked over to Hermione and saw her fuming expression. This distraction gave him time to punch Draco right in the gut, who retaliated with drawing his wand and hexing Ron with the jelly legs curse. At this Harry stood beside Ron and Draco found Blaise at his side, all had their wands drawn. At first everyone fired harmless curses until Harry hit Draco with a curse he had regretted since sixth year.
"Sectum Sempra!" Draco being shocked that Harry would use such a curse again just stood until the curse hit him. The pain was unbearable but compared to the fear he felt it was nothing. Snape was dead, who could heal him? He barely remembered the teachers finding him, he had no idea that Blaise had desperately tried to stop the bleeding while screaming at Potter to him. The one memory he held onto was Hermione's reaction.
"Harry! Please, you must remember the counter curse! He will die if you don't!"
"So what if he dies! He's a death eater, the world will only be a better place if he dies!"
In the next few seconds Draco heard the distinct sound of a slap and Harry muttering an apology before the teachers levitated him to the infirmary. The farther away he got from Hermione the more he felt his resolve to stay conscious slipping until he succumbed to the encroaching darkness.
"Harry, where did you and Ginny hide the half~blood princes book? Even if you don't know the antidote the book must have it!"
"Hermione, Ginny and I hid it in the room of lost things which Malfoy and his cronies burnt down, remember? The book is gone."
"Harry you saw how Snape healed Dra- Malfoy, right?"
"Yes but I don't remember the spell."
"No matter."
The force of Hermione's Legillimens and the surprise of it had Harry stagger back as Hermione violently searched through his memories. Once she found the right memory she watched it, murmured a half hearted apology to harry, and tore down the hallways to the infirmary.
" Madame Pomfrey, I know the counter curse. May I?"
To her surprise Madame Pomfrey stepped aside without argument. If Hermione had any questions as to why they were erased as soon as she saw Draco. He was bleeding even more than when she last saw him. She felt tears pricking her eyes and mentally admonished herself for crying when she had better things to do. She sat beside Draco and did as she saw Snape do in Harry's memory. After her movements gained stability and her hands stopped shaking she saw Draco's blood run back into the gashes it came from. She slightly frowned when she saw he had scars from what she assumed was the first time Harry cursed him this way. Her anger at Harry became relief when she saw that he had stopped bleeding and the gashes started to appear days old.
"Well done Miss Granger, if it wasn't for you Mr Malfoy would likely be dead."
"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey, Professor McGonagal may you show me to the Head's Quarters?"
"Of course, Miss Granger. Follow me.
"Welcome Miss Granger to the Head Dorms. This is the common room you and Mr Malfoy will share." The common room, Hermione noticed was a blend of her and Draco's house colours. The two couches which faced each other were green and red in between the couches was a small wooden table. Hermione quickly dumped her book bag on the red couch and took in the rest of the common room, she was so enthralled she didn't even notice Professor McGonagal leave. The curtains were a mix of shimmering gold and silver, there was a fireplace on the wall behind the red couch. At this Hermione frowned, than switched the couches so it was the green couch which couldn't see the fire. She smirked to herself in a fashion that would make Draco proud, and admittedly a little scared as it made her look very devious. She then explored further. Attached to their common room was a kitchen with basic food supplies in it and a small stove, counter, sink, and an oven. She than wandered to the hall way which had three doorways. One on the left side, this one she noted had HG in gold letters. She quickly mused on if it meant 'Head Girl' or 'Hermione Granger', but then continued inside. Her room was decorated with red and gold. She had a four poster bed which she couldn't wait to sleep in. A large book case and an ornately carved desk. Her bed, she noted with no small amount of satisfaction was red with gold detailing. Her curtains were a sparkling gold and the windowsill was wide enough to sit and read in. Grinning widely she exited to the next door. This one was at the end of the hallway. Opening it she saw it was a bathroom. She noted all her stuff was unpacked already and looking around saw in a drawer five different hair gels. Seeing as she didn't own five different hair gels she inferred those belonged to Draco.
This gave her an idea. She quickly transfigured the contents of each bottle to glue. With a little laugh she exited to the last door. It was straight across from hers and had DM in silver letters. She thought of her earlier question and decided HG did mean Hermione Granger. Knowing she shouldn't she opened the last door. Any expectations she had of Draco's room couldn't be farther from the truth. His room, like hers, had just as many, if not more, books. On the night stand was a picture of a woman she recognized to be Narcissa Malfoy. Looking around she saw no pictures of his father, Lucius Malfoy. In the two night stand drawers she found even more hair gel, this was quickly changed into glue, and fire whiskey. So many bottles of fire whiskey. Sighing Hermione exited Draco's room and went to prepare for bed. The bed was just as comfy as it looked but she couldn't get to sleep. After an hour she huffed in exasperation, grabbed a pillow and blanket, and found herself in the common room. She tried the red couch and to her extreme reluctance the green couch. Neither gave her sleep, deciding she was out of options she shamefully walked to Draco's empty room. Carefully she lied down on Draco's bed and found herself falling asleep with the faint thought she would regret sleeping there the next morning.
"Mr Malfoy, thanks to Miss Granger you are well enough to attend school. Get up, I will show you to your common room. " After Draco gave the password he slammed the portrait behind him followed by an indignant "Hey!". Of course Draco wouldn't know for a while but the noise caused by the portrait roused Hermione who ran back to her own room before Draco even reached the hallway. Draco stomped to his room and absently wondered why his blanket was rumpled and there was a lingering pleasant scent in the room. He grabbed his uniform and was on his way to the bathroom when Hermione made a big show of exiting her room. He once again wouldn't know this for a while but she had been listening against her door for when he exited. She figured it would keep her out of suspicion. She was right, Draco nodded at her and went to the bath room to get ready for his day. One more thing he wouldn't know was Hermione was now smiling waiting for the shriek that was sure to come from the bath room.
She didn't need to wait long. Draco stood in front of the mirror now impeccably dressed with a bottle of 'hair gel' in his hand. He decided to use twice as much so as to show he was unphased by yesterdays events. Taking more than enough he spread it on his hair and started to style, only to discover his hair got worse and worse. It was now sticking to his hands. In his frustration he went to get more hair gel only to discover his hands wouldn't leave his head. Yes thats right, his hands, both of them, were stuck to head. He had no wand he couldn't turn on the shower cand he couldn't even open the door. He was completely and truly helpless. There was no way he would call for Granger. He couldn't let his mate see him when he didn't look perfect, especially after what she saw yesterday while healing him. Remembering what Pomfrey said he decided to somehow thank her later. Draco than remembered his hair and couldn't stop the feminine shriek that escaped his lips.
Back in the common room a very amused Hermione sat before deciding to help him.
"Malfoy, are you alright?"
"Fine Granger, go awa- actually maybe I might need some help."
"Well can you let me in than?"
"Let yourself in, I can't."
Hermione momentary confusion blossomed into loud laughter as she saw Draco. His hair was sticking up in all directions and most was connected to both of his hands which were clearly stuck to his head as well. She couldn't take it, Hermione doubled over into increasing fits of laughter. At this Draco just started with a very unamused expression until she was done. Once her laughter subsided a little bit he muttered a weak "help me?" Hermione of course had to pretend she had no clue what was wrong with his hair and blankly suggested he wash it out.
"Granger?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I look like I can wash my hair or even run a bath?"
Here is the very point Hermione realized that her plan was very badly thought out.
"Erm, can you um, at least undress yourself?
At Draco's look of what do you think she cast a blindness charm on herself and tugged off Draco's basic clothing articles. Looking away she reversed the charm and ran a bath looking away as Draco somehow stepped in. "Alright Granger I'm in, can we get this over with?" Hermione stepped over took enough shampoo and started to gently wash Draco's hair. To both their horror he started purring, exactly like a cat.
"Malfoy?"
"Don't even comment Granger, I can't help it."
At this she ignored the purring and went back to washing his hair until it was returned to its former glory and his hands were unstuck.
"Alright your hair is fine, Ill turn away while you get out and re-dress but than I need to get ready."
"Granger, I'm not leaving the bath for a while…the-the waters nice and warm. Come back in ten minutes."
At this she huffed and stomped out of the bath room not noticing him change the water to cold.