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A/N- Hey, i decided to turn this into a chapter fic, it probably wont exceed 10-15 chapters. hope you enjoy this new chapter. RE-EDITED!
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Hey, Ron, is it just me, or are people looking at us more than usual?" Harry questioned curiously.
'That Nitwit' Hermione thought with a smile.
She stood right next to him "Well, obviously Harry! You do realize that in just a couple of weeks it'll be valentines day? Well? You do also realize you're in half the female populations mind! Maybe even some blokes!" Hermione teased, Waiting for Harry's reaction.
Harry didn't fail to deliver, turning bright red. Ron laughed.
"Oh, Ron! Honestly, don't be so dim. Who do you think is in the other half of girl's minds!" she scolded, again teasing. Getting a very good response from Ron, as he turned even brighter than Harry.
"OK! Enough of this subject before I get sick!" Ron threw Hermione a glare, she only laughed in response and wedged herself in between her friends, throwing her arms around them. She loved moments like this, when she could just relish in the fact that she had just about the best friends in the world.
"Well, Hurry up you two. We have potions in 5 minutes and you know if we're even a second late, Snape will take a billion points from Gryffindor. Now hurry up you two!" Hermionie watched as Ron and Harry shoveled the remains of their breakfast in their mouths.
"Why is there potions so early in the morning?! Honestly, couldn't it have been a more laid back class like Divination?!" Ron growled, throwing his satchel over his shoulder and Walking briskly to catch up to Hermione and Harry, who were already walking.
"Ron, That Divination class is a bunch of hocus pocus. Besides, Potions is a very interesting class. The only downside is that we have class with Slytherin's. But other than that, the work is rather fascinating. Don't you just love it when we have a new project or a new passage to read? It's exhilarating, Really!" Hermione talked, getting excited, as today Snape was going to show them one of his more advanced potions!
Ron walked in front of her, stopping both her walking and her talking. He gave her such a disbelieving look, lowered his face to meet eye to eye with her "NO!" He blanched.
Harry proceeded to cover his mouth from laughing, when he saw the horrified look Hermione threw at Ron. Hermione was about to give him such a tongue lashing, even standing on tip-toes so she could meet him almost eye to chin.
"Well, look at this, Isn't it just darling!" Hermionie heard a loud drawl behind her.
She turned, only to come face to face with Draco Malfoy.
"Weasley and a little Mudblood. What is this? A little lover's spat?" He scoffed, his lips contorted into a smirk.
Hermione rolled her eyes, turned back to Ron and Harry and mouthed "Let's go".
Harry and Ron were glaring at Malfoy. "Don't call her that!" Harry growled.
Draco turned back to Crabbe and Goyle, who had been flanking him, and widened his eyes, in mock fear, they laughed.
"And what are you going to do about it,Potter?" He challenged, sneering at Harry.
"Look, if you have a problem with Weasley and Granger, steal her and get yourself a quick shag. Heard she's easy from a few Ravenclaw's last week" He smirked, throwing a wink at Hermione.
Hermione glared back at him with as much disgust as she could muster 'He is such a bloody...agh! No words are bad enough'
Of course Hermione was used to this kind of abuse, so much so that she perfected the art of acting like it didn't bother her and ignored the annoying stinging in her eyes, she also knew what was coming next.
She turned just in time to assist Harry, in holding Ron from lunging at Draco Malfoy's pretty face.
"Let me go! I'll kill him! Come closer Malfoy!" Ron shouted enraged.
Draco took a step back and laughed. "I'll leave you threesome to it then" He walked away his cronies obediently trailing behind him.
"It's alright, I'll catch him in potions class" Ron promised, with a reassuring nod.
Hermione rolled her eyes "No you wont!" she scolded.
"But Hermione! Didn't you hear what he said about you? He deserves it!" Ron protested.
"Of course I heard. It doesn't matter! I will not have you expelled over something so ridiculous. Don't worry about me,I'm used to it" Hermione countered.
Harry gave her a look "Used to it?! Don't say that! You don't deserve it! You definitely shouldn't be used to it! I wont have it! Ron's right, maybe it's time we teach Malfoy a lesson, muggle style" He smirked at Hermione, getting an eager nod from Ron.
"Ugh! No way! I'm fine I promise. I can defend myself! Harry, Ron, you know that. However, what you both can do for me is hurry along, before we're completely late for potions! Snape will have our heads" Hermione nudged them both as they sped of to class.
They arrived to potions in the nick of time. Hermione took her seat next to Dean Thomas , who gave her a cordial nod. She was glad he was in this class, she threw a dejected glance over to Harry and Ron, who sat together this period. It wasn't easy being the third musketeer in a situation involving a two person desk.
Dean was a nice fellow though, and if Harry, Ron, and Ginny didn't exist, he may very well be her best friend. They understood each other in an intellectual level very few could understand. Dean loved unknown tidbits of information and studied almost as much as Hermione, he understood her when she said a class was fascinating. So in a way she was glad they were paired up together in a class like potions, although she wished she could sit with Harry and Ron.
"Alright, class. Cauldron's out, today we will be doing a hands on experiment. Who knows what you get when you mix a few newts some mandrake and wolf's bane with unicorn hair? Anybody?" He asked, skipping over Hermione with her hand up.
"No?" he continued, ignoring Hermione as she waved her hand around in the air frantically.
His eyes finally landed on Hermione and she opened her mouth about to speak "Put your hand down you silly girl!" he snapped. "Merlin knows, you know" he muttered loud enough for the entire class to hear. The Slytherin side burst with laughter as Hermione meekly put her hand down.
"When did that become a crime?" She whispered to herself.
Snape turned quick on his heel "10 points from Gryffindor for disruptive behavior in class!"
"But that's not fair!" Ron shouted, The rest of the Gryffindor's groaning in disapproval.
"Be quiet Mister Weasley, before I take another 10 points from Gryffindor" Snape threatened, quickly quieting all the Gryffindor's in the room.
Hermione looked around apologetically to all her Gryffindor classmates, who just nodded in understanding.
"As I was saying, when you mix these four ingredients, over boiling water, you get a medicinal potion. Which quickly cures all cuts. Of course there is a spell for this particular potion, however when this potion is used in the right amount and made properly, it can be even stronger than the spell. You can use it to heal most any wound, as long as it's not a sort of sickness. This potion can even cure organ wounds, and was very handy in times of war, or such" Snape lectured.
Hermione didn't know what to feel, anger at Snape that he had unfairly taken points from Gryffindor or awe at the fact that he understood the time of war the ministry was trying to hide, and was giving his class a useful technique for such a crisis.
Hermione was seeing professor Snape in an almost brand new light, where he wasn't a mean Gryffindor hating teacher, but a teacher who cared for the well being of his students and wanted to help protect them, when
"Miss Granger! I believe I said Cauldron's out!" He snapped walking over to her seat and tapping on her desk. Hermione hurriedly ducked under her desk and brought out her Cauldron.
She decided she was mad at Snape!
"In pairs, of course. Seat mates will do" he said. Dean looked at Hermione and she nodded in approval.
They spent the class cutting Newt tails, counting Unicorn hairs and dividing between mandrake and wolves bane. Their potion was the most effective in class. Hermione cut herself from one side of her palm to the other with her hair clip, and used their potion to quickly seal her wound, as demonstration.
Half the class was disturbed by the display. Although, Hermione thought, seeing Malfoy turn even more pale than usual was almost worth it, though she did cringe when she saw the livid stares she got from Ron and Harry.
Snape grudgingly gave Gryffindor 10 points for Hermione and Dean's proper demonstration and use of the potion, she even saw him in a heated discussion with Malfoy. This might very well not be such an awful day for Hermione.
Hermione was packing up her books, and putting her Cauldron away when Harry and Ron rushed to her desk.
"Your hand!" Ron scolded. "Let me see it!" Harry demanded. Hermionie rolled her eyes at their over protective antics and flashed them her palm "It's fine. You saw me use the potion"
"That was a dirty little demonstration you know! How dare you let your blood lose In the very air I breath! Father will hear about this. it was disgusting, not one drop of your Mudblood better have touched this floor" Malfoy spoke from behind the trio. His face contorted into one of complete and utter revulsion.
"You are a foul creature Malfoy! I don't enjoy your voice penetrating my ears! Now go away before I punch you again!" Hermione hissed, fed up with Malfoy already.
Ron and Harry grinned from ear to ear beside her, satisfied that she was sticking up for herself.
"Is that so?" Malfoy smirked, staring into her angry brown orbs, delighted when she squirmed uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Mister Malfoy, Weasley, Potter, and Thomas, please step out of my class." Snape ordered, Draco wrenching his gaze away from Hermione with a parting sneer.
Hermione grabbed her bag, about to follow Ron and Harry out.
"Not you Miss Granger" Snape barked.
Hermione looked at Harry and Ron and gave them a dismissive glance as they turned to her horrified to leave their friend in the clutches of what they believed the meanest teacher in school.
"Yes proffessor?" Hermione questioned, walking over to Snape's desk.
"Miss Granger, I need to ask a favor of you" Snape started.
"Of course professor" Hermione said, never one to defy a teacher and wanting very much to get into Snape's good graces, he just really needed to stop taking points from Gryffindor.
"I need for you to tutor a classmate" He said, curiously not meeting her gaze. "That classmate is Draco Malfoy..." He let it sink in.
Hermione's eyes widened, sure she was never one to defy a teacher, but even she had to draw a line.
"With all due respect professor, I don't think that would be such a good Idea" she tried.
"And why not miss Granger, are you not capable of sharing your intellect?"
"No, that's not it. It's just that Malfoy and I, we don't exactly see eye to eye..."
"Are you refusing to help a fellow classmate and teacher because of personal and petty quarrels? I dare say, I thought you were above all that"
"No sir! It's just, wouldn't he be better of being taught by someone like Blaise Zabini? He too excels in potions, and I'm sure they would work much better together and-"
"Miss Granger, truly I am disappointed. Mister Zabini is a well of student. However he is not brilliant. You and mister Malfoy are both brilliant, in potions. I don't just need Mister Malfoy brought up to speed, I need him back on track among the top students in class. You're the only one who could bring him back to that level. He's a bright student, he'll catch on quick. He has certainly been busy ever since..., I'll give 70 points to Gryffindor afterward?" Snape tried.
Hermione's jaw dropped, 70 points?! He sounded like he was begging! . She inwardly groaned at her submissive mannerisms and shrugged "Alright professor, I'll do it" She sighed.
He gave me a curt nod and an almost smile "Thank you miss Granger, I have actually already worked out a schedule, hoping you would agree" Snape pulled out a sheet of parchment from his robes.
"Starting today Wednesday, after supper, as well as Monday's and Friday's at the same time, My room will be made available to both of you, from 7:00 in the afternoon, till 9:00 at night. I actually also have some rigorous lesson plans and packets that must be done by a certain date, I'm sure you'll be able to follow. They'll be left on such days on top of my desk. I am grateful for the favor Miss Granger" He quickly explained, handing her a silver key and the schedule.
"That is the key to my door. You are now dismissed Miss Granger" He said, walking over and sitting on his desk. Hermione tried to control the millions of emotions rushing through her
"Excuse me professor, but, have you informed Malfoy about all this?" she asked, ignoring the nervous twisting in her stomach.
"No. I'll trust you with that" He said. Hermione was mortified to hear relief in his voice!
'So he is just dumping the chore on me!' she thought angrily, picking up her bag and almost storming out of class.
As she walked out of class she realized she was holding in a smile. She was smiling! Yes, having to work with Malfoy was an unusual and cruel punishment, however she felt giddy at the fact that it would almost be like she was a teacher! She was being entrusted with a key! A key to a door of a classroom! She was practically a teacher! She would have to teach him but also she would have to go through 'rigorous Packets, and lectures and lesson plans'! She let out small giggle.
'This is exciting!' She clutched the small key in her hands. She took off her necklace, unclasped it, let the chain slide through the loop of the key, and hung it back around her neck.
She went to sit outside of the Arithmancy classroom, as she had a free period right now, and looked over the papers Snape had given her. She smirked again as she noticed there was a brief summary of today's lesson plan that she would be going over with Malfoy.
She was excited as she read the summary, they would be working on an advanced Potion. It was called, Reveviris Elixir, she had read about it in a book called, Potions:A How to Guide.
It was pretty advanced, she couldn't wait to try it out.
"Merlin you're nauseating. Little miss Granger waiting patiently for class to start" she rolled her eyes, immediately recognizing the voice. Malfoy.
'The only downside to this almost exciting experience' She wouldn't mind helping a classmate, but why did it have to be him?!
He stood, towering over her sitting frame. Looking down at her. Hermione looked him over, she had to admit he was very attractive, an Adonis, like most girls described him. Chiseled jaw, prominent body build, quidditch had done him good. His natural very light blonde hair, looking like every way a halo. And then there were his eyes, those beautiful orbs of rare color,or lack of. They were bright Gray/ blue always shining with malice. Hermione sighed, disgusted at her honest thoughts.
'His attitude really ruins him' She thought.
"And what are you looking at? What has this world come to? Now a Mudblood thinks she can ogle me" He hissed, his eyes however, danced with amusement.
Hermione rolled her eyes again, extremely fed up with his attitude and regretting agreeing to help him, no matter how interesting and new the experience might be.
"Shut up Malfoy!" She defended herself. Musing over the fact that just a week ago he had defended her right in this very spot. She had almost been grateful, until he attacked her and touched her inappropriately!
'That never happened!' She reprimanded herself, much rather having the thought locked away. It made her all tingly just thinking about it.
She stood from where she was seated and sighed, not looking forward to what she needed to say.
When she stood up, Malfoy took a quick step forward. Almost making her bump into him. She glared at him and stepped back, pushing herself against the wall hoping that he wouldn't corner her again.
She looked at her feet, collected her thoughts and took a deep breath.
'70 points to Gryffindor' she reminded herself. She looked back up only to realize Malfoy had stepped closer to her again. She gave him a look.
"Malfoy, Snape wants me to tutor you" She gulped, gauging his reaction. All he did was arch one of his perfect eyebrows.
"You, apparently, aren't meeting his standards, and he wants me to help you get back on track as one of his to-"
"How dare you. Who the hell do you think you are, filth?" He hissed, grabbing the top of her arm and bringing her closer to him, cutting her off mid sentence.
"Hey! Get off me you bloody...Malfoy! Get off me!" Hermione hissed, trying to hide her panic and hoping that Harry or Ron or someone, Not Slytherin, Would come check on the hallways.
"Come with me and shut up." Malfoy dragged her along as he walked briskly back towards potions.
Hermione was stumbling over her legs horrified at the way she was being treated.
"Malfoy get off me!" She ordered, refusing to walk but getting dragged along regardless.
"You expect me to believe that Snape would want YOU of all people to tutor ME?" He scoffed.
"I have a schedule!" She growled, making him halt immediately. He, slightly hard, pushed her against a wall and stepped in front of her, barely giving her any room in between them,she practically had no breathing room!
Hermione had reached her limit, verbal abuse and now he was trying to push her around and drag her all around Hogwarts as if she was some Rag doll?!
She pressed her hands against his chest and shoved as hard as she could "I need space!"
He grabbed the hands on his chest and slammed them against the wall, on either side of her face.
"Just let me see the fucking schedule! And you better hope you aren't making this up Mudblood, because if you are, let's just say I'm not a fan of fucking jokes!" He hissed violently against her ear. Hermione squirmed, as he once again was pressing his nose against her neck!
It made her extremely uncomfortable, as this was the second time he did that.
"What are you doing? Get off me! I need to get the schedule" She tried to sound brave, but the high pitch of her voice betrayed her.
He made no move to let go. His nose was trailing up and down her neck, she tried to ignore the violent twisting in her stomach, telling herself it was not pleasant.
"Stop touching me! Get off! Get off!" She ordered, trying to free her wrists from his hands, panic embarrassingly clear in her voice.
Her words seemed to snap him ot of it, he quickly pushed away from her "Touching you? In your bloody dreams! Now hurry up and get the schedule Granger" He ordered with a snap of his fingers.
Hermione glared at him, hoping to convey just how much she hated him,
'Snapping at me like I'm some dog! Who does he think he is?'
She yanked the papers out from between her book. "Here'" She handed them to him.
He looked them over, once, twice and a third time. The horrified absolutely mortified look that flashed through his eyes was almost enough to make it all worth it, almost.
He let out an almost defeated sigh "I doubt YOU can teach me anything I don't already know, but we'll see. What is a Mudblood good for other than as a tool for my advantage? I will go confirm this with Snape, and for your sake it better be tru!" He sneered at her.
Hermione glowered as he walked away.
'I hate him! Why is he so mean?! Damn you to Azkaban Malfoy! Damn you!'
"And why won't he stop touching me, he's always on my neck!" Hermione thought out loud, shivering at the disturbing thought.
Shrugging it all off She trekked back to Arithmancy classroom. just in time, the door opened and she walked in waiting for Harry and Ron.
They didn't take long to arrive. Thank goodness Arithmancy had 3 people seats, and Hermione sat between both Harry and Ron.
"Hey Hermione, how was your break? you're lucky! I wish I had one!" Ron pouted.
'DOUBT IT' Hermione thought bitterly. if only they knew what she had to go through during these so called breaks.
"Hi guys. so I have a bit of news" She started, as Harry took his seat on her left.
"Yeah? what's up Hermione" Harry asked.
Hermione gulped "Well, im tutoring someone. in our potions class"
"Who?" Ron questioned.
"I even got a key to the classroom from professor Snape"
"Who?" Harry asked a bit more sternly, noticing how much Hermione was fidgeting.
"And I even have to teach a lesson plan! It's very exciting, really" Hermionie continued, trying to sound excited and happy.
"Who?" They questioned together this time, positive she was avoiding the question on purpose.
"It's really no big deal who it is, because this is a real great opportunity for me, plus for Gryffindor because-" she was cutoff during her rambling.
"Hermione Granger! who are you tutoring?!" Harry and Ron growled.
The door to Arithmancy was thrown open and a very angry looking Malfoy walked in throwing a hateful glare at the 'Golden trio' and making his way over to them.
He stopped in front of Hermione's desk, slammed his palms down rather hard, making Hermione jump in surprise "If you're a minute late Granger, Merlin help you." Draco threatened.
"No!" Harry growled.
"No fucking. bloody, way! No!" Ron glared at Malfoy.
Molfoy, seeing an opportunity to piss off Harry and Ron, smirked down at Hermione and winked. "Yeah, that's right" He continued, looking down at Hermione intently "Right now she's yours, but later tonight, Little Miss Mudblood Granger is mine" He almost growled it out.
Hermione shot him a look of disapproval and disgust with a slight hint of what could be fear.
'ugh! I hate him!This is just not good!' she thought, she wanted a way out! already she felt trapped.
He kept his eyes on her, and Hermionie had to look away from his unrelenting gaze, letting out a breath of relief, when the teacher walked in and Malfoy had to walk over to his own desk.
"Hermione you can't do it, you just can't!" Ron said.
"Why are you even doing it?" Harry questioned.
"70 Points to Gryffindor from Snape, besides you try saying no to Snape" She shot back.
"But, Hermione!" Harry insisted.
"We'll talk about this after class, alright?" She tried.
"Hermione...?" Ron started again.
"After class, I promise" She ended the discussion.
'Harry and Ron are so upset! and working with Malfoy is going to be torture. God, I don't know If I can do this'
She thought back to all the touching he had been doing lately and the winking. Obviously he had found new ways to torment her and was more then happy to use his new methods. It made Hermione sick. Almost as sick as the fact that she got butterflies in her stomach whenever she thought about how he would touch her, and how his lips had felt on her throat.
' I'm digusting!' she reprimanded herself. She was regretting the evening, which was approaching much too soon for her liking.
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