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Written by: Moon's Phantom38
Couple: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger
Dangerous Attraction
Chapter Two: Black
Scrubbing at her eyes, she sighed and tiredly made her way to the prefect chambers. She clenched her teeth when she missed a step, crumbling face forward and skimming her knees. Closing her brown orbs, she cursed herself and just lay still. She really didn't feel like getting up, the staircase suddenly felt very comfortable and she wanted to lay there forever. Her mind was too sluggish to command her to remind her of her pride and how vulnerable, open to attack she was laying on the ground this way. There was a war going on, if a pureblood found her they'd probably see this as a golden opportunity and blast her. She'd finally shaken off her all her friend's concerns and Ginny with her grabby hands. It was uncomfortable.
However the world was against her.
"Miss Granger!" She groaned in protest as hands lifted her, cradling her as a bride and warm eyes locked onto her own. "I apologize for touching you, however if one of Voldemort followers found you…do I need to take you to the infirmary?"
She mumbled a no and weakly pointed to the prefect's room. He looked down at her uncertain and hesitantly complied, uttering the password and ignoring the portrait's worried questions. The headmaster would no doubt hear about this later. He gently set her down on the couch, readjusting her head on the armrest and limbs. She smiled tiredly at him, grateful for the help. If he hadn't found her, another pureblood would have and left her bleeding on the stairs. Reaching for his hand, much cooler than her own, she squeezed it. "Thank you, Black."
"Of course, what's the matter?" He inquired and refused to let go of her hand. There wasn't any disgust on his face and he even tightened his grip. She was touching a Slytherin. A Slytherin! "Should I go get Potter?"
"No!" She yelped and struggled to get up, she didn't enjoy their worrying. She was appreciative that they cared about her, it's just she didn't want to answer their questions. They knew she hadn't been able to sleep since that night but she couldn't give them answers and honestly hoped it hadn't been what she had first thought it was. She wanted to ignore it. "The opening banquet will start soon, I can't let do everything on your own…especially with everything that going on."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You forget who you talking to, Miss Granger."
She stared at him for a moment, studying his light eyes and sincere smile. Rumors and gossip was something she tended to disregard, making judgments based on her own observations. Her option of this young man was…he helped her off the stairs and offered to get one for her friends. He hadn't blasted her to bits as a typically Slytherin would or as the rumors said he would. He didn't seem 'bad'. "I don't know you."
He blinked, startled.
The male straightened, pulling away and coughed awkwardly. He was trying to brush off his surprise, much as a typical Slytherin would. Though, he wasn't very good at it. "If we're going to make it in time, we should leave now. Will you be okay?"
She nodded, she didn't really have a choice. It was her first day as head-prefect, she didn't want to slack off and set a bad example for the younger ones. She wanted to help her juniors understand that they were above any violent behavior and any prejudices. It would make a hypocrite out of her if she told them that they shouldn't act out against any pureblood and didn't show them how to do it. It wasn't that she didn't have prejudices but it wasn't against the purebloods as a whole, just the ones with the belief that muggle-born and purebloods weren't equal. She wouldn't be friends with Ron and his family otherwise.
Glancing at the other head-prefect, she realized now that the Weasley family weren't the only purebloods who didn't share that silly belief. Besides, Harry, the last member of the Black family walked beside her and he wasn't fazed about her blood status. It hadn't been a surprise that he was the other head-prefect; she had heard some Slytherins talking about it this morning on the train. Her friends had been worried about it but it seemed their worries were unfounded, he'd helped her and touched her. He hadn't blasted her to bits.
Then again, he could be pretending.
She'd have to keep her guard up.
They separated at the hall, her friends waiting for her. Hermione settled down, next to Ginny who immediately pressed against her affectionately and the scowling boys. They greeted her with angry frowns, sneering horribly at the staff table and she quickly realized her friends hadn't been the only ones waiting for her. Fright and horror washed over her, paling her further than her lack of sleep. Nausea rose to her throat.
He was too.
A/N
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Moon's Phantom38
