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so before you read on i would just like to say, yes. i know Draco's dad is supposed to be in Azkaban, i know that the first chapter isn't what is supposed to happen. it's called fanfiction, it's how you want it to happen, or don't want it i guess you could say too, but nonetheless, don't sweat the details. i have read the books, this is MY interetation! that's all. :P
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"You bloody, wanking, goddamn, good for nothing, ferret face, fucker, shithead-" Ron kept rambling on with the insults, Draco simply grunt and wrestled back.
At first he was just annoyed and wanted to get the stupid git off of him, but now he was getting angry and wanted to beat the shit out of the weasel.
"I swear Weasley if you don't get the fuck off me right now" he growled through his teeth as the ginger boy straddled him and threw loose punches. "I promise you WILL regret it".
Instead of listening, growing only angrier at Draco's almost lack of interest, he through a hard punch and ended up hitting his nose square on with a disgusting crack. Draco screamed out in pain, and to Draco's left and Ron's right, the two heard a wince between sobs as Hermione watched speechless, too frightened to interfere.
"What the fuck is your problem!" he shrieked at her. Hermione only shook her head violently, at a loss of words.
"Shut up! Don't you dare speak to her!" Ron shouted in his face, spit flying from his mouth, his face more fiery than his quidditch robes.
"What the hell did I do?"
"As if you don't know! You kissed her, you twat! You stole from her what I was supposed to give, YOU, out of all people you stupid-" again they rolled around on the floor, throwing punches, kicking, scratching.
She's fucking dead Malfoy thought. As if she was bringing this to light again, after his threats. And worse, she was telling people this lie. In his adrenaline-induced anger, Draco sat quick, knocking Ron to the ground harshly, forcing a grunt from the testosterone filled boy.
Quickly Draco jumped to his feet. Hermione's eyes widened in horror as she watched him, clutching his blood stained face, and striding quickly towards her.
As fast as her feet could carry her without tripping, she backed up, hitting something hard, yet soft.
"What on earth is going on here?" she heard the all too familiar voice of idolization she'd known since her first year at Hogwarts.
"Professor!" she said quickly, straightening her back and swiping her tears from her eyes, before turning with a grin. "So glad you've come! It seems uh- there's been a sort of- um…"
"Oh miss Granger" the old women tisked, shaking her head at her then turning towards Draco.
"Mister Malfoy" she gasped "what's happened to your nose?" she asked reaching to touch, then deciding against it and pulling her hand away, seeing the anger in his eyes.
"Accident" he mumbled. Noting that Weasley had quite a few scratches and bruises himself, and he really didn't need any more detentions to distract him. "We were on our way to Professor Slughorn's class for our detention. I suppose Weasley must have been walking Granger there and I tripped. Knocking them down along with us. A simple misunderstanding professor" he said calmly.
The women did not look convinced or amused; she looked to Hermione for reassurance. "Miss Granger, is this the truth?" Hermione looked at Draco and he stared sternly at her, threateningly.
"Uh- yes professor! Actually, we should be going right about now, we're running a bit late"
McGonagall sighed, "yes, alright. Off you go".
Scrambling for their bags and loose dropped homework, the four students began down the stairs to the potions room.
"Ron" Hermione finally spoke, as they reached the classroom, breaking the silence that lasted the entire walk to the class. "You need to go now, I'll be alright"
"Really hate him" he ground out between his teeth, ignoring her.
"I know you do…" she whispered "please, Ron, go back to your dorm. Talk to Harry, he'll help, I just- there's a lot of tension right now and you being here isn't helping"
"If he touches you," he said quickly as they reached the door "I'll kill him" there was a long pause between them. Hermione nodded, looking into the sad yet angry eyes of the boy who had been her best friend for a total of six years, and her boyfriend only since this one. And she felt pain stricken by simply his eyes.
Slowly she inched on her tiptoes, and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. Then after offering a soft smile, she turned inhaling a heavy breath, exhale, and entering the potions room.
"Ah!" Professor Slughorn called from the front of the class. "It's about time- my word! Mister Malfoy, your face!"
"I fell, I'm fine" Draco said quickly before the teacher could say anything else.
"Well alright then. Now I must hurry, so, Miss Granger, you have the notes from earlier, correct?" Hermione nodded as she approached the table where Blaise and Draco settled. "Excellent! I'll leave you to it then" Slughorn walked with a waddle towards Hermione and patted her on the shoulder "thanks again Granger, just make sure they don't run off. Not too hard" he grinned a toothy grin and Hermione tried hard to return it, even though her stomach turned with worry.
"Don't worry professor. We'll be here when you return". She watched as the teacher left out the door with an unintentional slam. She was suddenly aware of the chilliness of the dungeon classroom, and then aware of her duties here, and of whom she was with.
You can do this. You are smart. You are confident. You are strong.
With a deep breath, she opened her book bag, and removed the day's notes. "So" she began, trying to keep the shaking from her voice "here are the notes you missed, uh, should I go over them?" she lifted her gaze to Draco, who was looking down at the papers, no particular look on his face.
"No" the cool calm voice of Blaise Zabini spoke "it's fine, we'll just copy the notes if that's fine with you?" he asked, not rudely, but not necessarily entirely kindly either.
"Oh, yeah, of course. Fine" she said, smiling lightly and turning towards the table opposite.
"Thank you" said Blaise, smiling back at her. Hermione blushed, shocked at the kindness from a Slytherin- no. She wasn't prejudice; perhaps it was the fact of him being good mates with Malfoy that was shocking about his kindness.
She sat alone at the table opposite, reading the last chapter, again, from her arithmacy textbook, waiting for Slughorn to return.
Finally after what felt like ages, Hermione felt a presence at her side.
"Here" said Blaise handing her the notes, "thanks again, Slughorn will be here any minute"
"Okay, no problem" she said shoving the parchment and her textbook back into her bag, hearing the door to the classroom swing open and then slam shut again.
"Excellent! You're all still here, and how did it go? Didn't give you any grief I hope, miss Granger" the professor spoke as he walked up to his desk.
"No sir, none at all. Everything was fine," she said confidently, sighing a breath of relief at the sudden realization that everything indeed had been fine.
"Wonderful! You may all go now, it's getting late. Goodnight!" Hermione turned quickly and walked fast as she could to the door without running. She trot down the halls not stopping once until she reached the head boy and girl dorm.
"Purple jumper" she said the new password quickly; she glanced behind to see if Malfoy was close on her tail. He was nowhere to be seen, not even a shadow. Her heart slowed its pace, she would have time to quickly throw on her nightgown, lock her door and sleep soundly without any interruption.
She entered the portrait hole and made straight for her door, when she felt something hard hit her. She fell to the ground with a loud sound of breath leaving her lungs, literally getting the wind knocked out of her.
She moved as to sit up, but quickly felt something strong, like metal, holding her wrists above her head, squeezing them together making it extremely uncomfortable and slowly, very painful.
She felt hot breath on her face, and something pinching into her neck. She opened her eyes to find something that struck her to her very core. All blood drained from her body, her eyes widened in pure terror, and she felt as though she was about to throw up.
Malfoy straddled her, one hand holding hers harshly to the cold floor, and one holding his wand, which pierced her neck.
"I warned you Granger. I fucking warned you," he snarled, biting his teeth together hard.
Hermione stared into his eyes, trapped there, pinned by his fiery angry eyes. She had never been so afraid, never in all that she had gone through in the last six years in the wizarding world, until now. At wand point by a Malfoy. She needed to think of something, fast.
eeeep omgomgomg writing this chapter... ahg i can't even, just cos i know what's going to happen next :D aaaah i'm dying. hahaha, fangirling over my own fic... sad.
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