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By Tillie Jupiter Rising

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Summary
Their 6^th year at Hogwarts ended peacefully, but as the war loomed ever closer, Draco and Hermione found themselves in a different kind of struggle. Harsh truths, unrestrained passions, and the ever-present threat of war forces them into an unlikely partnership. They must find a way to overcome the past, to survive a dangerous and uncertain future. A reimagining of the last years of the Harry Potter series.

Prologue
As rumors began circulating of the outbreak of war within the wizarding world, various witches and wizards began to plan the only way they knew how; while the new and secret Order of the Phoenix came together once again in the pursuit to destroy the Dark Lord, Voldemort, and protect "the chosen one", Harry Potter, the Ministry began to discuss ways to keep war from breaking out. Laws were instituted by the Ministry as a way to keep both factions from gaining any traction, halting the progress of what some saw as inevitable.
Laws were instituted that would limit the amount of magic that was available to unsanctioned institutions. These laws limited what the Ministry called the use of "magical items with inextricable magic elements that encouraged mischief", which was a fancy way of banning magic items that would be seen as oddities by most in the wizarding world but as tools by others. This meant that the various items one might find at Borgin and Burkes, private residences, and Hogwarts were banned and collected by the Ministry for safe keeping. Without these items and other sanctions set in place, the Ministry was successful in halting the progress of war, for a little while at least.
Though the Ministry felt they were successful in their efforts it only allowed for more time; the Order was given more time to train and plan, especially since Harry Potter and Dumbledore's Army were still underage and didn't possess all the power they would need when it came to battle. With war put on hold, Harry Potter and friends were able to complete their 6th year at Hogwarts as if it were any other year. No death. No war. The uneasy feeling and suspicion that Harry had that something was going to happen did not come to fruition. But if only they knew how close it had come...
Lord Voldemort and his followers continued to plan ways to infiltrate Hogwarts. With their efforts thwarted last year, Lord Voldemort began to plan new sinister ways to further his agenda and his life. But the details of this, as always, were unclear to everyone, even his own followers. This inability to see into the Dark Lord's plans made some in the Order more worried, while some actually felt optimistic that the Ministry's actions and those of the Order were actually beginning to ward off war.
With war seemingly halted for the time being, the new year—Harry Potter and friends’ last year—was to begin as if it were any other. For some, there was a feeling of optimism that maybe their lives wouldn't be interrupted by war; for others, there was a feeling, and even knowledge, that war was inevitable, and time was running out.

Chapter One

The Great Hall seemed just as cheery and warm as it had been their first year at Hogwarts, with an air of hope and anticipation that filled the room as the new first years were sorted into their Houses. Though it was going to be their last year, the hope of a new generation joining their Houses made Harry Potter and the rest of Gryffindor clap as the happy new wizards and witches skipped their way to the long tables to take their seats. Each house welcomed the new students with pats on their backs and smiles, welcoming them into their folds.
The castle seemed the same, even more optimistic since it had been a long while since an incident had occurred that made anyone question the peace in the Wizarding world. The enchanted ceiling was mystical, lighting up the eyes of the first years as they gazed to the heavens, greeted by a beautiful skyscape of twinkling starlight. The normal buzzing of chatter and laughter filled the souls of the students, their teenage angst becoming more internalized over relationships, beauty standards, and grades than anything worldlier and suffocating—stolen glances over at crushes and giggling school girls were again the norm.
However, though everything seemed as if peace would be undying, those that had seen what might come were not as put at ease by how normal the rest of the student body appeared. Harry Potter still held his reservations, convinced that dark forces were still building and were ready to destroy the world of those around him. Though his beliefs that Voldemort was already working within Hogwarts did not come to fruition last year, he still felt that this was still the calm before the storm; something within him told him that it was simply luck and good timing that kept the war from breaking out last year and destroying his and everyone else's adolescence prematurely.
It would seem that these doubts also resonated within his friends, Ron and Hermione, as it appeared their cheer and optimism had waned a little. However, some of their attitude might have had to do with the fact that their experiment of a relationship did not go as planned, and they were both pretending the whole thing had never happened. The tension and awkwardness had made the trio more separate, Hermione specifically becoming more distant. As her maturity level increased with age, it didn't seem to match up with Ron's; as she grew and became a woman, her wisdom began to surpass most of those around her, almost isolating her.
When the war was postponed, life took over. More simple things became a priority for most. Harry and Ginny finally confessed their feelings, reveling in the time they would have together enjoying teenage love. Even with Harry's suspicion, his inability to pinpoint concrete evidence last year on Draco Malfoy's connection to the Dark Lord, even after the incident in the bathroom, made Harry step back and sometimes put his feelings of dread in the background if only to focus on teenage hormones and optimism. He regained some of his boyish flirtation and hopefulness, reserving his angst and fear for more private moments, mostly with his most trusted friends of Hermione and Ron. With these moments becoming less common, the trios' friendship was becoming less present in all of their lives. But each knew that they would always have each other in times of need, but it was nice for a little while to not feel that need all the time.
There was another person within the hundreds of students that seemed a little less than enthused and taken in by the bright lights and happy cheers: Draco Malfoy. In the isolation of last year, he had become more pensive, quiet, and calculating. Instead of taking every opportunity to stroke his ego, which had been known for, he often remained quiet, with his gray eyes always appearing to be deep in thought; the furrow in his brow was almost permanent as he seemed to scowl during every moment of his remaining time at Hogwarts. Unbeknownst to his classmates, behind his blond locks and gray eyes, he guarded a secret.
But as the last of the first year students were sorted into their Houses, there was one secret that was about to be revealed to the school. This secret created a sense of pride within Draco, a pride that brought out the cockiness that defined his character at Hogwarts. As Dumbledore stood up before the students and quieted them down, Draco knew his time to ham it up was approaching.
"Now that all the students have been sorted into their Houses, I would like to make one more announcement. I would like to announce the new position of Head Girl and Head Boy," Dumbledore exclaimed. His booming voice reverberated around the Hall as the students watched him in anticipation.
Hermione seemed to perk up in her seat, as she was bursting at the seams with the secret that she had been holding for the past two weeks. Though she had told Harry and Ron, since they would be furious if she hadn't, no one else knew the truth of her new appointment. Even though the teenage dream didn't hold as much resonance with her as it did with her classmates, her schoolwork and accolades still held priority in Hermione's mind, with her successes within Hogwarts still held in high regard. She beamed with pride, awaiting the announcement from the Headmaster.
"I would like to introduce you to our new Head Girl, from the House of Gryffindor," he exclaimed as Gryffindor erupted in cheers. "Hermione Granger!" his voice shouted as the cheers from all the Houses, except Slytherin, roared through the Great Hall.
While Hermione jumped up from her seat, similar to the time she jumped off the stool after the Sorting Hat named her to Gryffindor to many years ago, she made her way to the front of the Hall to stand next to Dumbledore with a smile on her face. Her pride was beaming as she took her place next to the revered Headmaster, and she looked out into the crowd of smiling and applauding classmates. However, out in the crowd, someone was not so pleased.
Draco sat in disbelief as Hermione's named was called, his heart sinking as all of his plans of privacy completely shattered as she made her way to the front of the Great Hall. He had expected some random Hufflepuff to be named that would stay out of his way at all costs, leaving him with as much privacy as possible. But with this announcement, all of his plans went out the window.
Dumbledore looked down on Hermione's beaming face, with a twinkle in his eyes as he put his hand on her shoulder before looking out into the Great Hall again.
"Next, I would like to introduce our new Head Boy, from the house of Slytherin," Dumbldore exclaimed again as cheers erupted from only the Slytherin table. "Draco Malfoy!" Hermione's face instantly fell as her own dreams were shattered.
Harry and Ron fell hard into their seats, with a look of shock and disgust on their face as Draco stood up from the Slytherin table. He waved out towards the rest of the students as if he was a politician on his way to a speech. It was a rare moment in the last year where Draco appeared pleased as he hammed it up for the crowd.
"Malfoy!" Ron bellowed. "How the hell did he get Head Boy?!" Both Harry and Ron looked bewildered, which seemed to match Hermione's face as she stood next to the Headmaster as Draco took his position beside her.
"Through their great work at Hogwarts as students and role models–" Dumbledore began.
"Malfoy's a role model?!" Ron spat.
"–Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy have earned their positions as the Head of the Prefects and guides to all students. I am sure they will make this year great for all!" The Hall erupted in cheers. All of Slytherin and Gryffindor were standing and clapping, except for Harry and Ron, who were still too dumbfounded and filled with anger to compute etiquette.
As the cheering died down and the students started their dinners, Dumbledore made his way back to the professors' table, but was stopped before making it there.
"Professor," Hermione started after him. Her brow was furrowed in concern, and Draco's was now matching. Dumbledore turned around and peered at them as if they were strangers.
"Yes?" he said as if he didn't even know why they were standing there.
"I don't–" Hermione began, but was cut off by Draco.
"Was it really necessary to assign HER as Head Girl?" Draco interjected. Hermione's head snapped to glare at him.
"Me? I'm the one that actually deserves the position!" she heatedly protested. Draco looked back at her with narrow eyes.
"Both of you," Dumbledore began, "received the right position," he said resolutely.
"Do you really think it's wise–" Hermione began again.
"–to taint such an honor by giving it to Granger?" Draco ended, again receiving a glare from Hermione.
Putting his hands on each of their shoulders, he began moving them towards the rest of the students. "My decision is based only on wisdom, so you'll have to trust me," he said cryptically, with a voice as if he was talking to children. His tone did not sit well with either Hermione or Draco.
"Now, please, complete your duties tonight and you can settle your differences in your quarters later. And I do not want to hear from Madame Pomfrey that either of you required medical attention. You both represent Hogwarts, so make sure you make a good impression for the rest of the students," Dumbledore explained. No sooner did his hands leave their shoulders was he already back at the table with the rest of the professors.
"Just stay out of my way," Draco hissed before quickly turning to return to the Slytherin table before Hermione had time to even react.
Hermione made her way back to the table where her classmates began to pat her on the back and congratulate her. She smiled at her classmates and accepted the praise with poise as she tried to push Draco's unpleasantness out of her mind and focus on the pride she felt. But as soon as she sat down she had that unpleasantness looking her right in the face.
"What did Dumbledore say?! How could he make Draco Head Boy?" Ron spat.
"Ronald," Hermione said as if talking to a pupil. "His appointment does not affect the honor of my appointment."
"How can you be so calm about this?" Harry asked with his anger and disgust apparent.
"I-I mean," Hermione said, displaying a little portion of how flustered she really felt, "Dumbledore made this decision, so we just have to trust he made the right one…" But even Hermione didn't believe her own words.
"What are you going to do?! You have to share quarters with him!" Ron bellowed. His eyes went wide at the alarming realization.
"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," Hermione said quickly. Her tone displayed a type of warning for her friends to drop the subject, especially as Hermione knew exactly where Ron’s thought had fallen.
"But a whole year?!" Harry hollered.
"It appears so," Hermione said resolutely as she ran her hands down her skirt in a nervous gesture. She straightened her spine to display even more faux confidence to her friends.
At this point, others started to join in and congratulate Hermione. Their conversation shuffled to the background as Ron and Harry sat dejectedly by as Hermione accepted the accolades of her classmates once more.
"Lucios Lemos," Hermione enunciated at the mural of a wealthy Victorian family having dinner, and as the door opened, the father extended his arm to greet her into the doorway of the new Head Boy and Girl Common Room. She had just finished taking the students back to their quarter for the night where she welcomed the first years to their dorms and explained the rules. She entered her new quarters and the flickering fire from the burning fireplace met her eyes as she walked through the darkened doorway. As soon as she walked into the room, her eyes drank in the beautiful Common Room. Though it was not much different than she was used to in the Gryffindor Common Room, the difference was that this time it was hers.
Well, not only mine, Hermione thought feeling her glee fade a little.
Pushing the thought aside, she walked into the room and took a look around. To her right was the large, ornate fireplace that had a great fire burning, which lit the room with an orange glow that flashed over all the cobblestone floors and walls—the Gryffindor and Slytherin banners lite up on the walls creating warmth and comfort in their colors (though more so the Gryffindor banner…) as they proudly displayed. In front of the fireplace were two full couches adjacent to each other with a matching loveseat between that faced the burning fire. In the middle was an ornate coffee table that had an embroidered scene of ancient magical learning sewn into it that looked old and historical and was protected by glass. On the other side of the room were two bookcases that were empty next to two desks—the Head Boy and Girl private study. Hermione spitefully wondered if Draco even had that many books to fill his side. Next, her eyes met with the staircase that led up to a landing that had two doors, one on each side. On the right was Hermione's room, indicated by the Gryffindor banner on it, and on the left was Draco's, also displaying a Slytherin banner. In the middle was an adjoining bathroom, which would of course be as ornate as some of the most beautiful bathrooms in the castle, but this one was private.
Well, semi-private. Hermione sighed.
Finding her luggage, Hermione opened up the first one filled with all of her books and school accessories. Instead of using magic to put everything away, Hermione liked to do it the old fashioned way like she did when she was young on her first day of Muggle school as a young child. It reminded her of getting her binder, paper, and pens ready in her backpack as her mother told her not to be nervous.
"I'm not nervous," her small voice said resolutely—just a girl of 7 years old and already displaying Gryffindor courage. Her mother smiled and ran her hand over the child's hair lovingly.
Hermione smiled at the memory as the smell of old books filled her senses as she began to take out the books and bring them over to her bookcase. She was going to enjoy these moments of silence while she could.
His long fingers were tangled in the girl's dark brown hair as he pressed her head down. Her hands gripped at his stomach as she continued to take his member into her mouth in the dark corridor near the Slytherin dorms. A small amount of sweat gleaned off his forehead as his brow furrowed in a sexual concentration.
Small moans came from the girl in service on her knees in front of him as she quickened her pace towards the end. Draco's let out a small grunt and gripped her hair tighter and stopped her quick movements as he climaxed into her awaiting mouth.
The girl pulled away and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her Slytherin robes. She smiled up at him with a devious look in her eyes appearing to be proud that she had been of such good service to the prince of Slytherin.
Draco quickly buttoned up his trousers and tucked his shirt back in before reassembling his robes.
"That was great," the girl said as she stood up.
"Yeah, Tina," Draco said hurriedly as he pulled himself together.
The girls face dropped. "Tiana," she corrected, looking crestfallen.
"Right, right, Tiana," he said as he met her eyes this time for a brief moment. "It's late; you should get back to your dorm."
She looked at him incredulously, as she had never been blown off in such a manner before, especially with his seed still warm in her mouth. After he didn't react to her look, she decided to do what he said; she was worried he might insult her more by writing her up for being out after curfew. She slowly walked towards the Slytherin Common Room, and looked back once more to see if maybe he'd say something redeeming, but he was gone.
Draco made his way to Head Boy and Girl dorms, feeling a little more relaxed, though there was nothing in the world that could take what seemed to be permanent scowl off his face. Though he was known for his trademark look of disgust, he had become a little less theatric about it, as most of his fury displayed within his brow and gray eyes. It was the glint in his eyes that could reveal the truth to his look, from simply being pensive to being furious. In that moment, Draco actually forgot what he was walking into when he recited "Lucios Lemos" to the painting and walked in. "Mudblood," he spat when he caught sight of the Head Girl.
Hermione's curls whipped around her face as she looked up from her task in front of the half empty trunk. Her eyes slit with anger as she glared at him. "If we're going to be living together–" she began.
"Living together?! What? Do you think we're fucking married?!" he shouted.
"Wouldn't that be a nightmare!" she said standing up and putting her hands on her hips to show defiance.
"If you're going to exist as Head Girl, let's get one thing straight–" he chewed out as his face contorted with disgust.
"Exist? Is that a threat?" she questioned, boldly.
"You should take anything I say as such, because I can't imagine there would any other reason I would speak to you," he said stepping forward, getting within only a foot from her face so she was able to feel his tall presence looming over her.
But Hermione was not impressed and glared up at him. "Like I said, if we're going to be living together," Draco scoffed and Hermione cleared her throat before continuing. "Fine! Occupying similar quarters…" she corrected receiving only a slight narrowing of his eyes in response. "Then we should at least try to be civil, like Dumbledore said."
"As I recall, he only wished Madame Pomfrey not to be involved," Draco retorted.
"Well, if you know what's good for you, then you'll do your best to not end up there." Hermione smirked back, turning on her heels, her curls almost whipping Draco in the face as she continued with her task.
"You threaten me?" he laughed coldly. "That's rich. The only power you possess comes from memorizing stupid books," he said as he kicked some books on the ground which made Hermione look and scowl at him. "There is nothing about you, blood and all, that's even the least bit threatening."
From her squatting position on the ground, she looked at him with her eyes narrowed into a glare. "Well, it seems books have gotten me this far, haven't they? I am, after all, your EQUAL now," she said gesturing to their shared Head Boy and Girl quarters.
Draco's eyes almost bulged out of his head at the word. "My EQUAL?!" he bellowed and began to laugh almost heartily. Suddenly, he squatted down and placed his face mere inches from hers. "You'll never be my equal," he said coldly in a low, dangerous voice, with his gray eyes piercing into her. He then stood up and went up the stairs into his room, and slammed the door behind him.

"So, how did it go?" Ginny asked. She leaned towards the conversation as she sat next to Harry in the Great Hall at breakfast the next morning. Harry and Ron looked not so please with the subject.
"Well, neither of us ended up needing Madame Pomfrey," Hermione said calmly as she took a bite of some toast.
Ron nearly jumped out of his seat at the idea that Malfoy would put a hand on Hermione. "If he ever touched you, I'd–!"
"Ronald," Hermione stopped him, putting her hand on his arm to calm him. "Stop!" she chastised his anger. "I can take care of myself."
"That's not what we're worried about, Hermione," Harry interjected.
"You too?" Hermione scolded.
Ginny elbowed Harry a little bit and leaned farther over Harry, as if to only speak to Hermione. "I believe you, Hermione. You'll be fine," the ginger girl smiled, resting her hand on Hermione's forearm for a moment of reassurance.
"Thanks, Ginny," Hermione smiled. "Besides, with classes, studying, and Head Girl duty, I'm sure I'll hardly even have to interact with him."
"Right!" Ginny smiled. The boys didn't seem too convinced.
After breakfast, Hermione was heading to the library to greet Madam Pince for the first of the year, as it was her duty to be cordial, when Harry caught up with her.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted in the court yard. Hermione turned around when she heard her friend approaching.
"Harry, what is it?" she asked, slightly exasperatedly.
"It's just…" he began, appearing unsure of himself.
"Yes?" Hermione prodded leaning in closer to try and get him to spit it out so she could go about her day.
"Be careful with Malfoy," he finally said.
Hermione sighed. "There's nothing–"
"You don't know that!" Harry protested. "Look, I know nothing happened last year–" Harry began.
"Except you nearly killing him in the boy's bathroom?" Hermione quipped. Harry sighed at her characterization of the incidence.
"There was more going on there, something wasn't right," he weakly explained.
"Oh, that's a good reason to nearly kill someone," Hermione fired back.
"That wasn't exactly my intention…" Harry sighed.
"Look, Harry. I know what you think about him. But it didn't happen; nothing happened that you thought would. At some point you just have to let it go," Hermione said as she turned to leave. Harry grabbed her wrist and she turned around.
"I can't just let it go, Hermione," he said earnestly.
"You're going to have to; there is nothing to substantiate your worry. Yes, he's a complete arse and he's going to be insufferable the whole way through, but that doesn't mean he's actually a threat, nor does it mean he is working with…" she paused. "Voldemort," she finally said in a hushed tone, as her eyes darted around as if to make sure no one actually heard her say his name.
"But there's no proof he's not either," Harry countered.
Hermione pulled her arm away from Harry a little too harshly and seemed to try and compose herself, as if washing away whatever his name left behind. Her eyes met with Harry's green eyes again, softer this time.
"Maybe we are as safe as everyone is pretending we are. Maybe for now we can just…be. And if not, we don't need to fix the world's problems at this very second. We just got back to school; I haven't even been to the library yet! Can we at least settle just a little bit before we start worrying so much? It's possible he's just an annoyance—a very big annoyance. Maybe he's just nothing but that." Her voice sounded like she was pleading, almost like a child. Harry's face softened and the words seemed to sink in and he slowly nodded his head. For now, he'd let it go and let their adolescence rue the day again for a while. Hermione offered a small smile and turned around again to head to the library. Harry stood and watched his friend make her way into the world, alone, and again with her rationale that maybe everything is fine.
But deep down Hermione wasn't as naïve as she wanted to be.
"Didn't you think it would be a little hard for me to continue on like this with her around?!" Draco shouted as he paced back and forth in Snape's office.
Snape sat stoically at his desk, with his long fingers folded into each other on the tabletop.
"It was the Headmaster's decision," Snape said slowly, his face blank.
"So you didn't think to try and talk him out of it?" Draco shot back. He looked flustered and concerned, his face displaying more emotion than most saw.
"Don't you think that would have been a little suspicious?" Snape again said slowly, his voice even and unfaltering.
"Who cares?! Now I have to deal with Miss Know-It-All around me every day! How the fuck am I going to keep her from knowing–" Draco fumed.
Suddenly Snape was standing up and his face near Draco's, his presence and stare pushing Draco into the chair across from Snape's desk. Draco looked startled by the power Snape exuded.
"You will do what you have always done and keep a low profile and not give the game away," Snape said in a loud, domineering voice as his underlying threats pushed Draco deep into the chair. "Our lives depend on it." Snape kept his face near Draco's for a few more moments before swiftly turning around and going over to his shelves of potions that he began to rummage through.
Draco sat up in his seat and squared his shoulders again, finding it annoying how much intimidation Snape could muster still upon him.
"She's going to ask questions," Draco finally said.
"Well, you don't answer them…" Snape replied calmly.
"What if it happens when–" Snape again spun around to glare at him.
"You remember your training and don't let it get out of hand!" he bellowed, as his voice reverberated off the stone walls of his office. In his hand was a black potion in a small vial that had no markings on it to suggest its contents.
"This..." Snape presented. "This should help," he said handing the vial to Draco. Snape's eyes suddenly narrowed. "For when things get out of hand," he said lowly.
Draco peered into the vial at the black contents, a slight look of disgust on his face. Snape went back to his desk to sit down and began working on some paperwork signally the end of their meeting. Draco stood up and slipped the vial into his pocket and began for the door.
"And Draco," came Snape's slow voice from his desk. Draco looked back at his teacher who didn’t even look up at him in return. "Just ignore her."
Draco turned to leave and opened the door. "Easier said than done…" he mumbled as he left.

It was getting late, and Madame Pince was even yawning into her book as she read at her desk. Hermione sat near a window at the desk she had made hers since the beginning of her time at Hogwarts. In front of her was a book on history as she tried to find any clues towards their quest for Voldemort. However, in truth she had no idea what she was really looking for, but Hermione believed that general knowledge could later make the difference between life and death if needed.
So while her friends were enjoying the first weekend before classes began, Harry with Ginny, Ron with…whoever, Hermione made the books her friends. She didn't want to be the third wheel, or in many cases, the fifth. Though Harry talked a big game about his suspicions and worry about the possible impending war, it was rare he actually put in the leg work to prove or research anything, which then, of course, fell to Hermione to fill in the gaps when a mystery presented itself. But it was a good excuse to steal away at least—away from the love story that wasn't hers of Harry and Ginny, from the awkwardness of Ron and their failed relationship, and from the general musing of teenage angst that personified her peers. Somewhere along the way, Hermione grew past them, and she longed for more.
Her hazel eyes fell to the candle blinking steadily in front of her, which lit up the ancient books she devoured—that smell again: old books, parchment, burning candles, musty stones. Hogwarts was still like a childhood dream of medieval fantasies to her, and these lonely moments were always filled with enchantment, even now in her 7th year at Hogwarts. A wistful smile came across her lips as she pushed a curl to the side that fell as she leaned over to continue reading. Maybe this year would be different.
It was far too late for regular students to be out wandering, and Hermione relished in the power she had to do pretty much anything she wanted as she wandered the corridors towards her quarters. A couple curious prefects on their rounds shoved their lit wands in her face before knowing it was her, but for the most part she was alone. Free.
"Lucios lemos," she said soflty when she came to the mural and walked in with a smile on her face. Unfortunately, it didn't last.
Hermione stopped in her tracks as she walked into a site of Draco sucking face on the couch with some 6th year from Slytherin. As soon as he heard the painting squeal open, he sat up off the girl and looked towards the door.
"Bloody hell," he groaned breathlessly. The girl below him sat up quickly and sneered at Hermione.
"Couldn't you just fuck off somewhere?" he said exasperatedly, already annoyed with her existence.
"These are my quarters–" Hermione began.
"My quarters. You're just a nuisance," Draco corrected. He got off the girl and sat on the couch as he rubbed hands into his face further displaying his annoyance.
There was a long pause and Hermione locked eyes with the girl whose cleavage was already spilling out of her shirt where it had been unbuttoned. Hermione felt a little rouge rise to her cheeks as she looked away from her.
"It's late—too late for her to be out of the dorms," Hermione said in a matter-of-fact tone, as her lips curled up in a slightly disgusted sneer—he was already tainting the furniture she would probably spend many nights studying on.
Draco rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked at Hermione and then turned to the girl. "Go," he demanded at the girl as he pointed towards the door. She looked startled by the command. "Go!" he said again louder, and the girl immediately jumped up from her seat and grabbed her things on the table before scampering out the door.
That was easy… Hermione thought as she girl ran past her, though the feminist in her didn't like the way he almost treated the girl like a dog.
"You have them trained well," Hermione said mockingly.
"Well, you've got to know how to deal with bitches," he said in a mimicking tone just to aggravate her.
Hermione walked over to the bookshelf and started putting her books away with her back to Draco. "Please don't refer to women as bitches," she said again with disgust, "because really if anyone is a dog, it's you."
"I wouldn't be trying to assert who the dog is in this scenario, Mudblood," he bit back as he stood up and smoothed out his clothing that had become loose from his actions with the 6th year.
That word again. It stung, and it stopped her in her movements for a moment, but then she continued on as if that word didn't pass his lips.
"Well, not only are you an arse, but a real misogynist too," she mumbled to herself as she put her last book back and turned around.
"Look, Granger," he said emphasizing her name as to get her attention since she didn't respond to his insults. "I'm not going to play house with you as if you're some jealous housewife."
"Jealous housewife?!" Hermione exclaimed in incredulity. "Believe me, I do not care what you do in your personal life, just don't bring it back here and slather it all over my furniture!"
"Again, with this possession bullshit. This is not yours!" he said lifting the pillow. "Get it out of your head that somehow this place is some fantastical land full of magical and beautiful possessions! It's just stuff! The Ministry made it clear that nothing really magical can exist in this world anyways!" he said with a huff as he threw the pillow on the couch. "So just like stuff, I will use it in whatever way it's used for. In this case, to fuck on," he boldly spat.
"Disgusting!" Hermione exclaimed, mortified.
"Oh, did I offend the chaste little Gryffindor?" he mocked. "Come down to Slytherin and you'll see what the real adult world is like, and it's nothing like this fake little daydream you've created that romanticizes even a goddamn pillow!"
"I don't think I'd want to subject myself to such depravity. I have standards," she sneered turning her head and peering at him, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Standards!" he laughed as he walked over her to her. "I don't want to hear about having standards from someone who fucked a Weasley!"
Hermione's mouth went agape with shock as she turned towards him completely. "How dare you–" she began to exclaim.
"Oh no, didn't think anyone knew about you two? It's disgusting. Though really, what could I expect from a Mudblood? As if any real pure blood would ever fuck you!" he spat.
Hermione didn't expect such cruelness from him, and she hated herself for not expecting it. His words made her feel self-conscious and low, feeling for the first time in a while that she was below him. This time, however, it wasn't the fact that he called her a Mudblood—no, she'd heard that word hundreds of times before from him—but his question of her desirability hurt her as a woman, and for a moment she was speechless.
Draco saw the sudden hurt in her eyes, and he had a visceral reaction he wasn't expecting. His face went a little softer for a moment as he felt a little regret for his words as it appeared he might have gone too far. But then Draco remembered Snape's words, and he turned away from her and headed towards his room before Hermione could compose herself in order to respond.
"I told you to stay out of my way," he hissed, demonstrating some sort of anger at the entire situation itself as he quickly made it up the stairs. His door again slammed behind him, and the noise made Hermione jump a little.
As soon as he was gone, Hermione let out a long breath—she had been holding her breath and she didn't even know it. She stood there for a moment, thousands of words tumbling through her brain as she tried to digest his insults and throw them out as useless. Though she couldn't deny they hurt, she still brushed her hair aside, flipping it over her shoulder as it if was some metaphor for leaving it all behind her.
She didn't care what he said. This world was still full of magic, and Hermione was just as deserving as anyone…for anything.

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"Summary" Writer: Free_Buckbeak
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