It's been awhile, hasn't it?

I apologize profusely for the long wait. You all can forgive me right! Right?

Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to write the most awesome-est book series ever . . .

The door burst open and two Hufflepuffs stumbled into the room. When they spotted Hermione and Blaise, they blushed and started to back out of the room apologizing.

"No need," Hermione said. "I was just leaving."

The Gryffindor common room was crowded with sixth and seventh years of almost all the houses. Gryffindor had just won a quidditch match against Slytherin. Spirits were high, and everyone was enjoying themselves, someone had even managed to sneak in some fire whiskey. The Weird Sisters played loudly in the back round, and it seemed even the portraits were letting loose.

"I can't believe Hermione left this fun, for her bookies," Ron said, staggering a bit.

"Whoa mate," said Harry. "I think you've had a bit much to drink."

"Says you!"

"Yeah says me!" Harry laughed in reply, "You know Hermione isn't in to all this. She prefers her peace, quiet, and personal space."

"Yeah, unless she's snogging a Slytherin!" A girl, dressed obviously in Hufflepuff robes giggled a bit as she stood between the boys. "What? You haven't heard? I caught Hermione and Blaise Zabini standing in each others "personal space" in an abandoned classroom just this morning. They seemed all hot and bothered, and when Blaise left, he was muttering about "blasphemy" and "revenge" and "snogging"."

"What!" Harry cried in indignation. "You can't be serious. Hermione would never-"

"Oh, but she did." The girl gave Harry a little wink and walked away, hips swaying to the music.

"I'll kill him! Hermione would never!"

"Harry, mate, this doesn't look good." Ron whispered.

"No, no it doesn't. We know Hermione, she wouldn't-"

"No mate, I mean I don't feel good. I think I might-" Ronald Weasley then proceeded to bend over at the waist, and empty his stomach of all it's content, thoroughly ending the celebration.

This. Is. What. We. Call. A. Page. Break.

Hermione had been hiding in the library since the victory party had begun. She just didn't feel the need to hang around drunk teenage boys all night. Let some other girl get hurt, Hermione was smarter than that. She was smarter, but not much luckier. Hermione looked up from her charms essay, to see Draco Malfoy saunter into the library, heading straight for her table.

Hermione didn't really know how to feel about Draco. After all he had saved her from Blaise, but then he had threatened to do worse if she told. She decided to just keep the incident to herself and avoid all parties involved. Her plan had been working too, except for the fact that Blaise Zabini insisted on getting his revenge. She dropped her eyes to the parchment in front of her as Draco drew nearer to her location. She nearly jumped when he threw himself into the chair across from hers.

"Did he touch you?" Draco asked.

"Excuse me?" Hermione looked up in surprise. She had expected a snide comment, a callous insult, another threat even, but this?

"Everyone knows about you and Blaise getting caught alone in an abandoned classroom. Now back to my question. Did. He. Touch. You?"

"N-no. Almost, but, no." Hermione was thoroughly confused. Was he trying to protect his friend, or her?

"Hmm. Well, if he does ever touch you, you will tell me." With that Draco stood and began to turn away.

"E-excuse me? Was that a request or an order?"

"An order of course. And you will follow it." He once again began to walk away.

"Why do you care at all. I already said I wouldn't tell. What does it matter to you if he comes after me again?"

"It matters. I'm leaving now. Unless you have something else to say, of course," he replied sarcastically.

"But why? I'm the lowly little mud blood slut, am I not? I'm surprised you haven't up and joined him. What do you care what happens to me?" Hermione's voice had begun to rise.

"I will never do what Blaise has done. And for heavens sake! You have to be the least slutty seventeen year old of all time!" He turned and rushed towards the door then, trying his best to get away before she could open her mouth again. He made it to the hallway before she caught up with him. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him to a stop.

"Tell me!" She screamed, thankful that everyone was celebrating somewhere else, and not walking the halls, stopping to wonder at the reason for this fight. "Tell me why you care!"

"Because you don't deserve to be used! That's bloody why! No woman deserves to be used that way, dirty blood or not! Women are never to be abused in such a way. It's an absolutely vile thing to do. A thing that only monsters would consider doing!"

:O

Draco has morals!

Who knew right? Alright, so I feel like I stopped at a strange point, but let me know.

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