Authors note:
wow okay gotta be honest: my motivation for this story is kinda at a low right now. Does that mean I'll abandon this? Heck no! I am by no means a quitter. But will it take me longer to update because of less inspiration? yes probably. Sorry bout that
Anyway, another chapter posted! Yay
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Draco, having finally been released from the clutches of the hospital wing, made his way down to the Great Hall. It was early in the morning, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was quite hungry. All those potions that 'Palmtree' had forced down his throat had emptied his stomach.
As Draco neared the Hall, he could hear the loud commotion that always came with mealtime. He cringed at the thought of having to sit through such a thing.
Draco entered the Hall taking his seat at the Slytherin table and instantly felt eyes on him. He looked up and immediately locked eyes with the bushy-haired Griffendor, he narrowed his eyes menacingly, all the while ignoring her other glaring Gryffindor counterparts.
Hermione POV
The moment Hermione had spotted a flash of platinum enter the Hall, her head snapped up, she watched him warily. He seemed to be alright, but she could tell by the way he walked-a little stiffer than usual-that he still had the bandages on.
When they locked eyes, she felt her stomach twist. The way he was looking at her was almost as if he knew she'd been in the hospital wing last night, but there was no way that was possible.
Hermione broke the stare when Ron elbowed her, "why's he looking at you like that?" he hissed, gesturing at the Slytherin. Hermione hesitated before answering snappishly with a raised eyebrow, "I don't know Ron maybe because I'm the Mudblood " her friend bristled at the title, "Mione don't you dare call yourself that!" he ordered fiercely.
Hermione just shrugged, "the word is overused, I'm no longer bothered by it honestly." The ginger gaped at her.
"You what!?" He shrieked incredulously, Hermione sighed knowing her friend wouldn't understand but felt like it was her obligation to explain further.
"It's a pitiful insult. I already know I'm Muggleborn, no need to remind me in an insulting way. Malfoys just confused. He may mean the word when he says it, but only because he can't separate what he grew up hearing with what he's learning now. He's having trouble separating the fact that I'm Muggleborn, with the fact that I can be a good wizard."
Hermione finished her eye-glazing speech by sneaking a glance at the Slytherin across the Hall, then turning toward Ron to see what he thought of her explanation.
"He's called you Mudblood more than once?" Ron growled-clearly, having listened to none of what she had just explained-before turning to Harry and pushing up from the table. "Come on, Harry! we've got to go kill that bastard!" Hermione panicked, grabbing her friend's arm and yanking him back down into the seat. " No Ron" she scolded forcefully, "he's learned his lesson," sort of, she added silently in her head. "Besides, Harry already sent him to the hospital wing. No need to risk getting in trouble over a petty thing such as revenge."
Harry, who had not been a part of the previous conversation, quickly joined, "how did you know that he was in the hospital wing?" He asked, suspicion laced through his voice. Hermione momentarily panicked, but then rolled her eyes. "Harry, please do tell me, where else would he have gone? Mars?"
The boy's face cleared and he nodded dumbly, his confusions now replaced with the begrudging acceptance of her explanation.
Hermione was walking through the halls after dinner, having just picked up some extra charms homework for a challenge. It was dark out already, and the shadows cast the castle in an eerie light. Hermione quickened her pace.
She had a nagging feeling that someone was watching her. As Hermione walked, she stuffed the charms work in her bookbag.
Hermione had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly who it was that was following her.
She glanced behind her paranoid, she had her wand, but if someone (also known as Malfoy) were to take her unawares, there was little chance that she would be able to defend herself.
Hermione silently chided herself, why was so freaked out anyway? It's not like Malfoy would do something. Right?
She was almost to Gryffindor tower.
Just as she was rounding the corner into a shortcut, she felt something sharp jab her the back. Hermione let out a strangled shriek that was immediately silenced when a pale hand covered her mouth. "Shut it, Granger," a low voice warned directly in her ear, their hot breath tickling her neck, making her involuntarily shudder in fear.
Authors note:
Oooooo a cliff hanger... sorry for this being a shorter chapter than usual.
Like I said earlier, updates will be slower, but not too much slower than what they currently are (cause they're already pretty slow)
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Hope you enjoyed it!
love yall thanks again for reading!