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Repeat After Me	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Acceptance: The one word that has so much bearing on our hearts. But, it’s up to you to decide. Do you give up, or do you pick up your feet and walk toward the unknown? After all, the unexpected…is what changes our lives.”
-Meredith Grey

Chapter 1- Details
Friday October 29^th, 1999 07:16am
Eighth year, created for those whose studies were neglected due to the war and the one year Draco Malfoy dreaded returning to. He would have rather stayed at home, helping his mother fix up the Manor after Voldemort’s downfall, than be back in the school that he no longer felt accepted in. The Battle of Hogwarts last year forced everyone to change, grow up even; the one thing it didn’t do though, was change anyone’s opinions of him or his house. Only twelve students, including him-self, came back for the repeated year and of the other eleven, only three were his actual friends.
Terry Boot, a Ravenclaw that wanted nothing to do with Draco, two no name Hufflepuff’s that basically ignored him as well, which was unusual for their house since they were known to like everyone. Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley also returned but continued to act weary of him and his group of friends yet they were at least trying to be civil, and then there was Hermione Granger, the know-it-all bookworm Draco tormented the most, strangely tolerating him more than the rest.
It still surprised him that she even so much as looked in his direction after the shit he put her through, but Draco knew it was only because they all shared a single common room which forced them to be closer to each other than they liked. However, Hermione almost seemed to go out of her way to strike up a conversation with him; he just wasn’t the one to budge and accept her. It also didn’t help that he was partnered with her in potions class.
Despite the inconvenient bunking situation, everyone was excited for the day ahead as the Halloween Ball was scheduled after dinner in the Great Hall. It was the one time Draco could pretend to be someone else and no one would know it was him. But as he lay in his bed in the early hours of the morning staring up at the ceiling, he thought strongly about just skipping the ball this year. He didn’t have a costume and it is not like anyone would care that he didn’t go…well anyone but Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson was not known for hearing, let alone accepting, the word no. She always got what she wanted precisely when she wanted and there was no way she would allow him to ditch the ball to stay hidden in his room all night. He was happy she no longer pursued him in the boyfriend department and was now blissfully dating Blaise Zabini, but she still tried to force him to do things he didn’t want. Sometimes he appreciated it but other times he just wanted to ring her neck.
Theodore Nott was also one to try and persuade him to go out with the group, however since the war Draco didn’t really want to do much in the way of fun anymore. He constantly felt the weight of guilt pressing on him and there was absolutely no way anyone could help him lift it. Although his friends tried their best to help him out of his depression, the only thing he knew would work was gaining the forgiveness from the muggle-born girl he watched thrash in pain on his Drawing Room floor.
That day at the Manor constantly plagued his mind and he cursed himself each and every day for not being able to do anything to help her. She was right there, lying on the cold floor in front of him getting carved up by his Aunt for merely existing, and he did nothing to stop it. He never said a word, never tried to convince Bellatrix that Hermione didn’t know anything, never ran to help her…nothing. Draco had seen people get tortured before and it always made his stomach churn, but something about hearing Hermione’s screams as his psychotic Aunt tortured her for hours, created an anguishing sickness inside of him.
But there was no way he could apologize to her now. She would never accept that he had it in him to change, nor would she ever see him as anything other than the ruthless bully he had always been. Yet she still tried to talk to him and he had no idea why. Maybe it was out of pity, maybe it was to try and move forward, or maybe it was because she wanted to get close enough to him to try and figure out why he did nothing. Either way, he didn’t want anything to do with her or the past she represented; also concluding to the fact that if he apologized she would try to talk to him more and there was no way anyone would let him would live down being her friend.
A loud banging on Draco’s bedroom door startled him upright, shaking away the thoughts from his head.
“Draco!” Theo bellowed from the other side of the wooded entryway “Draco, are you up yet? Pansy wants us all to walk down to breakfast together!”
“Yeah, I’m coming! Calm yourself!” Draco shouted back as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and wiped his face with his hands.
“Well hurry up! I’m tired of hearing her nag about you being so slow!”
Draco waved a hand at the door in front of his green queen size bed and stood up while letting out a deep sigh. Pulling out his robes from his closet five feet away, he finished dressing himself before catching his appearance in the mirror. He waved his wand and murmured ‘scourgify’ to freshen up for the day before walking out of the room and onto the hall balcony.
The hallway connected twelve bedrooms on an upper level U-shape square balcony. Upon each door was the name of a returning eighth year student inscribed upon a gold plaque. Two large staircases rested on either end of the hallway to the North, leading down to a single grand stairwell which led into the main common room decorated with banners from each house. Two oversized leather sectional sat facing each other in the center of the room while a great marble fireplace perched on the East and West walls, ensconced by comfortable armchairs.
The common room was larger than any of the four houses and far more comfortable; Draco’s only complaint about his living quarters was being roomed next door to the Gryffindor Golden Girl. Fortunately for him, his room was on the end in front of the stairs on the West side, so he only had one neighbor to deal with and Hermione was relatively undisruptive in the late hours…unlike her friends.
“Draco!” Pansy called out in glee as she stood up from the couch facing the East fireplace “Took you long enough; we were beginning to think you died up there.”
“If it were up to me I would have just stayed in my room” He mumbled under his breath.
Just as he was about to take a step down the staircase, Hermione hurried out of her room and almost crashed right into him.
“Watch where you’re going Mu-Granger” Draco sneered.
Hermione’s face fell as she looked up at him, but she quickly lowered her head into her armful of books and pushed passed him; ramming his shoulder in the process. Shaking off the interaction, he continued walking down the stairs towards his friends before plopping himself onto the couch facing away from the east wall, and kicked his feet up on the large square coffee table.
“Oh enough with the self-loathing” Pansy stated as she cuddled up next to Blaise on the couch to the right of Draco “It’s two days until Halloween and tonight is the Ball. Would it kill you to at least act happier?”
“It just might” Ron chimed in as he, Lavender, and Harry took seats in the corner away from the Slytherin’s.
Draco rolled his eyes as the group once again spoke about him like he wasn’t even there.
‘Here we go again’ he thought to himself.
“Bullocks” Theo stated in disgust.
“Oh please,” Ron continued “we have been here almost two months trying to ‘get along’ and he has been nothing but a sourpuss the whole time.”
“It’s true” Harry added quietly “he doesn’t really speak to anyone.”
“That’s because he has been through a lot” claimed Pansy in a huff.
‘I…am right here…’
“We have all been through a lot” Ron stated as he leaned back and crossed his arms.
“That shouldn’t excuse him from trying to at least be civil with us.” Lavender asserted with an eye roll as she held Ron’s hand lovingly. “We all tolerate you lot.”
“Have you ever thought that it is us who tolerates you, Brown?” Blaise interjected with poise.
‘Well said Blaise’ Draco smirked slightly.
“We all tolerate each other” A male Hufflepuff claimed proudly as he stood next to his girlfriend in front of the West fireplace, holding a book in his hand “Why can’t we all just get along? Literally minutes before breakfast and you all are already debating who tolerates who. Really? Is there nothing else you lot can talk about?”
‘Eh, he’s gotta point’
“I’m sorry, who are you two again?” Pansy questioned with a raised brow and pointed finger off to the side.
The Hufflepuff’s head tilted to the side while his brow furrowed in puzzlement.
“Bradley…I’m Bradley Stoll…and this is Sadie Cornwell…We have only been going to school with you since first year Pansy.”
‘Oh, so that’s their names!’
“Huh” Pansy breathed out with her mouth partly open and her head tilted back slightly.
“Well it would be nice if he would at least acknowledge that we exist in the same room as him” Lavender continued. “After all, we are living together for the next eight months.”
“That’ll never happen” Ron added.
‘That’s one thing the Weasel is actually right about’
“Here’s an idea, how about you stop speaking about Malfoy like he’s not sitting right there listening to everything you are saying about him behind his back…in front of his face.” Hermione declared while sitting at a desk near the West fireplace; never once looking up from the parchment she was writing on.
The room went quite in embarrassment as Draco raised his eyes to the girl who defended him for no reason and he strongly wondered why she even bothered.
‘What the hell? This isn’t the Granger he knew.’ he thought as he arched a single brow.
“We have Potions today so why don’t we stop complaining about Malfoy being a somber ponce and instead focus on passing this month’s exam?” she continued while finally lifting her head and turning to face the group. “We have one class today, thanks to the ball; I think your time would be better suited studying for it instead of slumming it on the couch complaining about who talks to who.”
‘There’s the bookworm we all know’
“Alright, geez Mione, we get it…We’ll stop.” Ron claimed softly.
Hermione let out an irritable scoff before packing up her books and making her way out the portrait door.
“What’s gotten into her knickers?” Ron asked stretching an arm out behind his girlfriend.
“Apparently nothing” Lavender giggled into his chest.
“Would you quit it, Lavender” Harry groaned in frustration as he stood up, making everyone look at him perplexed “Merlin, just…enough with the virgin jokes. Every day it’s the same thing with you…just stop” he stated before storming out of the room to follow Hermione.
“Well…that was unexpected.” Theo claimed patting his thighs before he too stood up “I think I’ll grab my books before heading down to breakfast.”
“What did we miss?” Terry asked pleasantly as he and Neville walked down the stairs playfully shoving each other.
Draco rolled his eyes and stood up quickly; no longer wanting to be a part of the groups’ tactless conversation and made his way to the door.
“If one more of you lot slam me closed again, I swear you will never hear the end of it!” the thin prairie woman in the portrait guarding the entrance to the common room, claimed in a sharp tone while tapping her foot and shaking a finger in annoyance.
Letting out a sigh, Draco walked away with his hands in his pockets and his head hung low. He made it about half way to the Great Hall before he heard his name being shouted behind him.
“Wait up!” Theo called out, making Draco groan before turning around to greet his friend running to catch up to him. “What is with you today?” he asked as he fell into step with Draco. “You seem especially off this morning.”
“Nothing” Draco replied in a huff.
“Hey,” Theo grabbed his arm stopping Draco and turned him to face him “it doesn’t seem like nothing. It’s just me now, you can tell me.”
“It is nothing Theo, just leave it alone.”
Draco shrugged his friend’s hand off him and turned to continue walking to breakfast when Ron pushed passed him in a hurry. The red-head seemed to be in such a rush to get food that he tripped over his own shoes and fell, causing his school bag to fly out of his hand as he crashed to the floor.
Pansy and Blaise walked up behind Draco, laughing and giggling at the embarrassment the Gryffindor held before continuing on their way while Draco shook his head and followed suit. On the way he witnessed Ginny Weasley yelling at some underclassmen for something he refused to pay attention to, while a Ravenclaw couple fought just a few feet away. Continuing his trek with Theo at his side, he turned to enter the hall that led to the Dining area when the girl in the argument slapped the boy hard across the face, making Draco wince at the resounding sound.
“Ooo, did you see that?” Theo asked as he too winced at the hit; but when Draco paid him no mind, he shrugged his shoulders and pursued onwards.
Turning the corner as he ignored the remaining students in the hall, Draco couldn’t help but notice a golden ball zoom passed his head. Being a previous Seeker, he knew just what the ball was and found it odd that it was flying freely around the school. Before he had time to dwell on it however, Harry Potter jumped in the air and caught the snitch quickly. The boy shook his head in disappointment as he scanned the hall for the culprit to no avail. Realizing he couldn’t find who was responsible for releasing the ball in the chaos of the crowd, Harry pocketed the snitch and entered the Great Hall.
Letting off another sigh, Draco entered the room and walked to the Slytherin table on the far left wall. Taking his seat in front of the fireplace with Theo plopping himself next to him, they waited for the rest of their friends to arrive.
As time passed by, the rest of the school filled into the room and took their seats. McGonagall began her speech and reminded them all about the Ball that night and how the upperclassmen were free from all afternoon classes so they could prepare properly. Draco ignored half of what she spoke and decided to instead play with the snake emblem he had carved into the table during third year until food was served.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” Pansy asked him as he picked at his food uninterested.
“Let him be, Pans” Blaise interfered “He seems extra moody today.”
“I’m not moody!” he defended sharply, looking up at his two friends sitting across from him.
“See” Blaise held out his hand “moody.”
“Give it a rest Blaise; I’m having a bad day.”
“By waking up?” he retorted. “All you ever do is stay in your room and keep to yourself. What could possibly have happened that would put you in such a bad mood?”
“Just leave it be Blaise. I don’t want to talk about it, alright? Just-”
“ENOUGH LAVENDER!”
Everyone in the hall went quiet as they looked over at Hermione standing at the Gryffindor table with a face so red, she looked like she was about to explode.
“Ugh! Just leave me alone!” she shouted in anger before she collected her things and stormed off with a worried Ginny following swiftly behind her.
Pansy turned back around, clicked her tongue, and began picking at her eggs.
“Well…I guess we all can assume what that was about.” she smirked before taking a bite of the food in front of her.
“What is so wrong about being a virgin?” Draco questioned in annoyance. “We all were at some point! Why the bloody hell does someone have to constantly crack a joke at her expense?”
“I didn’t say anything was wrong with it.” Pansy claimed in surprise, but Draco ignored her and stabbed at a piece of sausage on his plate.
He was over the petty conversations and drama happening around him and just once wanted to have one day where he didn’t have to talk to anyone.
“Draco, what the bloody hell has gotten into you today?” Theo asked as everyone at the table looked at him in shock. “And since when did you start defending Granger? I mean I know we are all trying to set aside our differences but…Granger?”
Not wanting to try and answer a question he himself couldn’t explain, Draco had finally had enough and quickly stood up to leave.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Pansy shouted after him, but he waved a hand at his friends’ cries for him to return and stormed off.
Angrily reciting the password to enter the eighth year common room, Draco started to walk through the small foyer when he heard two women talking in the distance, but in that moment, he could care less about Hermione and Ginny gossiping on the couch. Instead of giving them privacy to work out their girl problems, he pressed forward, interrupting the conversation, and ran up the stairs to his room.
Over the hour of free time before potions, Draco lay in his bed and stared up at the ceiling thinking about one thing and one thing only. The same thing that had haunted him for well over a year and no matter what he did, it just wouldn’t go away. But as he contemplated his choices in life he heard a soft knock at his door.
Letting out a sharp exhale, he covered his face with his arm and let out a groan.
“Go away, Theo!”
“Malfoy?” a calm soft voice spoke “It’s Hermione…I-”
Surprised she was knocking on his door, he sat up straight quickly and stared at the wooden barrier, unsure if he wanted to speak to her.
“Go away Granger” he cut her off crudely “I don’t want to talk to you.”
“I-I just wanted to let you know that Potions is starting shortly, in-in case you were still sleeping.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.”
‘Why am I telling her like she cares?’
“Oh, o-okay…Well…I guess I’ll see you in class then.”
“Yeah, whatever”
XX
12:02pm
Dropping his shoulders, Draco walked into Potions class with a dreary gaze and took his seat three rows up from the back of the room. Next to him, closest to the aisle, Hermione sat with all of her books and notecards laid out in a neat well-kept order; typical of her perfect nature as she studied the board up front.
Scanning the room Draco took note of the people around so he could later avoid anyone speaking to him while collecting ingredients. Directly in front of him sat Ron and Harry with Ginny and Lavender sitting a row up from them. Behind him sat Blaise and Theo with the two Hufflepuff’s, he already forgot the names of again, bringing up the rear. Luna and Neville placed themselves on the other side of the room directly across from him and Hermione, with Pansy and Terry in the back of them.
The rest of the class room was filled with seventh years Draco didn’t know or even care to know really but he was relatively surprised anyone of them chose to return. Letting out sigh while he reclined in his chair, Professor Slughorn entered the room.
“Good Afternoon class” he chirped happily.
“Afternoon Professor” a few kids chimed in unison, but Draco just tapped his fingers on the desk and tilted his head back in annoyance.
“Enthusiastic bunch aren’t you?” Slughorn stated with a sarcastic chuckle “Alright then…Lets dive right in.” he smiled up at everyone “Today is your monthly exam; a test to determine your skill set so far, ability to read and understand recipes, and an analysis of your ingredient recognition. You will be judged on your work alone today so I strongly urge each of you to study the board as carefully as possible; you will not have a partner to do it for you.”
Hermione raised her hand quickly into the air making Draco chuckle slightly in his seat.
“Always the know-it-all”
“Yes, Miss. Granger?”
“What potion are we making today, Professor?”
“Ah, yes” Slughorn smiled proudly “That my dear, will be something of my own creation; took me a few years to perfect it. I call it Desiderium Intra, The Desire Within, also known as a Wishing Potion.”
“Wishing potion, sir?” Harry questioned interestingly.
“Yes my boy! First of its kind. It will not grant you a wish but it will show you what your wish would look like if it came true. It contains ingredients no one originally knew the use for and the first potion to require incantations. Now-”
“Professor?” Hermione rose her hand once again “What is the end result supposed to look like?”
Slughorn clapped his hands together and moved to stand in front of the desk.
“That is a very good question, Miss. Granger…A white mist will appear if you have correctly composed your ingredients. At the time of the mist, you will think of a wish and say ‘desiderio tuo revelare’; which translates to ‘reveal thy desire’. You and, and only you, will then see what you long for. Only for a moment though- then it must be extinguished with a different spell. This is the most important step; when the occasion arises and the spell is not spoken correctly or clearly, the results can be…catastrophic.”
‘Wonderful’
“I will only say this once, so pay attention and repeat after me…Repetit Forma.”
The class practiced the chants to perfection before they studied the board attentively. As everyone brought out their cauldrons and stood up to collect their ingredients, Draco took extra time to look at the recipe so he could avoid speaking to anyone.
‘Sounds easy enough’
After five minutes of reading and rereading everything, he finally got up and walked over to the closet to collect everything, but on his way in, he spotted Neville reaching for a vial of Goblin Blood on the top shelf. As the dolt however grabbed the small bottle just out of his reach, the vile fell from the shelf and crashed to the floor; spilling its contents everywhere.
Holding back a laugh while stepping out of the way, Draco shook his head and continued to gather his ingredients before walking back to his seat. An hour and a half later, Draco by some miracle, averted having any type of interaction with the curly-haired brunette next to him. Unfortunately for him though, as soon as he pricked his finger to add the drop of blood the recipe called for, Hermione decided to ruin it by knocking her elbow into her Nightshade, spilling it all over the table.
“Salazar Granger! Watch what you’re doing!”
“I didn’t do it on purpose!” she snapped back as she bent down to clean up the mess.
“You sure? Because it sure looked like you did! Trying to sabotage the exam cause it’s the one subject you suck at?” he crudely smirked.
“You are delusional” she scoffed “You’re just jealous I outrank you in everything else!”
“Jealous?” he laughed “In your dreams Granger! Seems like you’re the one who’s jealous I top you in this class!”
“I-”
“Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Granger…” Professor Slughorn interrupted “Is there a problem?”
“No Professor” the pair stated in unison as Hermione stood up quickly and they both glanced at the teacher in shame.
“Good, then you should have no problem completing the rest of the exam in silence. Hm?”
“No sir”
The duo brought out their wands slowly as Slughorn went back to grading papers and spoke the charm needed to activate the draught. As Draco thought of a mediocre wish, a puff of white mist shot out of his caldron showing him Malfoy Manor in all its glory.
“No! No, no, no, no, no!”
Draco looked over at Hermione seemingly in distress as the smoke billowing out of her cauldron went black; and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but chuckle aloud. She snapped her head to him with a scowl on her face. Her jaw clenched tightly and he knew right then, he made a mistake, but he wasn’t about to let her know that.
“Think this is funny, do you?”
“As a matter of fact I do” he jeered before looking back to his potion.
“Well it’s not!” she cried out as her lips fell to a frown.
Something inside Draco broke causing him to suddenly feel bad for the straight O girl who just failed her exam, and for some odd reason he wished…he could somehow fix it for her. He wished he could fix everything…for her. Shaking the thought from his head, he lifted his wand back up to say the counter spell to deactivate his potion.
“Repeti-”
“What did you do to my potion Malfoy?” Hermione cried out while slamming her hand on the table and twisted her body to face him.
“What?” he turned to her in shock “What are you talking about? I didn’t touch your stupid potion!”
“Then why is the smoke black?”
“I don’t know! But it wasn’t because of m-”
“Miss. Granger, Mr. Malfoy!” Slughorn stood up in anger “I get that pairing you two together in the beginning of the year was arbitrary at best, and I had high hopes since you have somewhat been cordial with one another…but to consistently interrupt an exam is unacceptable!”
“Malfoy did something to Hermione’s potion!” Ron shouted out.
“Wha-I didn’t touch her bloody potion!” he retorted as he held up his hands in defense.
‘Un-fucking-believable’
“Draco?” he heard Theo whisper behind him “What did you do?”
“I-I didn’t do anything! Why the hell am I being blamed for this?”
“Because you are always trying to find a way to ruin thi-” Ron continued, but was cut off by a vociferous voice.
“ENOUGH!” Slughorn shouted, causing everyone to go silent in alarm.
The professor walked up to the table and looked at Hermione’s caldron as she stared wide eyed with the rest of the class. Not once in the years that they have known Horace Slughorn, has he ever yelled at anyone. He had always been a mellow, jaunty person and Draco pondered whether the war did more damage to the man…then anyone thought.
“Miss. Granger,” he began after studying her area of the table for a moment “it seems you have added Fluxweed powder...”
“Fluxweed?” she questioned confused “T-that’s impossible. The recipe didn’t call for it.”
“No” Slughorn stated more calmly “no it did not, however there are traces of it around your cauldron here and on your station as well.”
“I swear I didn’t use-”
“He must have added it when she wasn’t looking!” Ron accusingly pointed at Draco.
‘What the actual fuck!’
“I-DIDN’T TOUCH-HER FUCKING POTION!” Draco screamed as he slammed his palm down.
Everyone went quiet as they stared at him stunned. Having had enough of everyone blaming him for something he didn’t do, Draco hit the table again, causing everyone to flinch at the noise, before storming out of the room.
He spent the next five hours hiding in his quarters as most of his schoolmates frequently pounded on his door cursing at him. He eventually put a silencing charm up to terminate the noise, but it seemed someone with more superiority, had other ideas about his privacy.
“Mr. Malfoy” a firm voice spoke, causing Draco’s heart to drop instantly into his stomach. “You have thirty seconds to open this door before I open it for you.” the voice declared adamantly “And you do not want me to open this door.”
Draco jumped up, rushed to open the wooden barrier, and came face to face with Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.
“Mr. Malfoy…It has come to my attention that you have cau-”
“I didn’t sabotage Granger’s potion, Professor” he cut in quickly.
McGonagall creased her brow in disbelief before lowering her head down slightly.
“I did not say that you did” she claimed gently.
“Oh…Well then wha…”
She studied Draco’s face as she leaned her head to the side, before glancing behind her at all the students staring up at them.
“I can put up a silencing charm…if you prefer?” she suggested delicately.
“No I-uh…No…” Draco stammered as he looked back to her with a sullen expression “I know how they all feel about me; might as well just let them listen to you berate me.”
Dropping her shoulders she let out a small sigh as she turned around.
“I suspect you all have better things to attend to then standing around eavesdropping on a matter that does not concern you.”
The eighth years quickly scattered around the room in disarray collecting their things as they rushed to their rooms as fast as they could.
“Thanks.”
“Do not thank me yet” she stated while briefly twisting to face him “Come with me.”
XX
07:10pm
Draco reluctantly followed the Headmistress down the stairs and out of the portrait. He quietly continued to trail after her until they made it into Dumbledore’s old office. Placing his hands in his pockets he stood in front of the grand desk as she took her seat.
“Have a seat.” she motioned to one of the two golden chairs placed on either side of him.
“I would rather stand…If you don’t mind? I’ve been sitting all day.”
“Very well…As I tried to say earlier, it has come to my attention that you caused a scene during your potions exam today with the use of vulgar language, before walking out in irritation. You then locked yourself in your room while refusing to be questioned by any administrator; is that correct?”
“I uh…wait,” he looked up at her perplexed “this isn’t about me being blamed for tampering with Granger’s potion?”
“Not entirely…An investigation on that accusation is being held however, and you will be informed of the results if you are or are not established guilty of meddling...Understand this though, Mr. Malfoy, if you are found liable for tampering with Ms. Granger’s exam, your education at this school will cease immediately and you will be expelled. Your mother fought very hard to get you a place back in this school. I hope her efforts were not in vain.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong” he pleaded “For once in my life, Professor, I didn’t mess with her or her-”
McGonagall held up a hand, stopping him from continuing.
“I am not saying that I believe or do not believe you. I am simply letting you know of the repercussions on if that is the case. As for the crude behavior expressed during class, I have no choice but to give you three days’ worth of detention and you are here by prohibited from attending the Halloween Ball tonight.”
“Okay fine” he exhaled lightly. “Whatever”
‘Not like I was planning on going anyway’
“You had no intention of going to the ball, did you?”
“I beg your pardon?” he questioned in surprise; hoping she didn’t just read his mind.
“Mr. Malfoy, your…lack, of participating in any type of activity since the beginning of the school year has not gone unnoticed. You have kept strictly to yourself and hardly speak to any of your classmates; let alone engage in your studies like you used to. A few of your friends have pressed their concerns and Hermione Granger-”
‘Seriously? That girl doesn’t know when to quit!’
“Granger?” he asked, pulling his hands out of his pockets and began to clench his fists “Granger has talked to you about me? She has no right to say anything about me; she doesn’t know me!”
“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall exclaimed with furrowed brows “Ms. Granger is a very promising student and Head Girl of your class. She has every right to inform me on any student that resides in that common room; especially if any student is suffering through depression and or PTSD since the war ended.”
“I don’t have depression, I’m fine.”
“You most certainly are not.”
“I…I’m fine…If that’s all, may I go now?”
“Detention Mr. Malfoy, starting tomorrow at six pm sharp in my office; do not be late.”
“Yeah…got it”
McGonagall let out a deep sigh and waved a hand motioning for him to leave. He quickly turned on his heel and left in a bitter haste.
It was dark and quiet when Draco entered back into the common room, with only a few candles around to illuminate the room. He figured everyone had headed down to the ball already, so he took a seat on one of the sectionals, sucked in a deep breath before letting it out slowly, and laid back. Unfortunately for him though, he heard the portrait door close but by the time he was able to react to the sound, Hermione was already on him with her wand outstretched; pointing it at his face.
08:10pm
Draco closed his eyes in defeat and laid his head back down.
“What do you want, Granger? I’m busy.”
“You are the most insufferable git I have ever met!” she yelled in anger.
“Tell me something I don’t already know”
“I hate you! You purposely sabotage my chance of passing that exam so that you could pretend for once in your miserable mess up life that you were smarter than me! You will never be better than me, you will never be better than anyone! You a-are nothing, Malfoy…You’re nothing.”
Draco opened his eyes and turned his face to her. Even though her words stung, he wasn’t going to allow it to affect him anymore. But his thoughts drifted when his gaze landed on her red and black pirate outfit and he had to admit, she looked hot; regardless of the hate spewing from her red lips. Her costume wasn’t over the top slutty like some students would wear either. It was a respectable kind of hot, like she was a real pirate in one of those muggle movies Pansy made him watch once.
“Are you finished?” he asked snapping his eyes away from her black knee high heeled boots.
“NO!” a silence filled the room as they stared at each other for what felt like forever “Yes…”
“Good” he stood up with a grunt and towered over her; removing her overly large hat so that he could get closer to her.
He was just inches from her nose now and could feel her warm breath beating against his chin. Taking a slight gulp he continued in low tenacious murmur.
“You know nothing about me, Granger. We may have ‘grown up’ together, but that doesn’t mean you know me. I didn’t fuck with your potion and I would appreciate it if you didn’t accuse me of something so callous without having all the details first.”
“You are a heartless git!” she scorned as she leaned in like she was playing a game of chicken.
But as her lips almost brushed up against his, he backed away with wide eyes as he stared at her in wonder.
“You’re not pissed because you think I wrecked your potion…you know that I didn’t. You’re pissed because I refuse to have anything to do with you. You think you can solve my dilemma, don’t you?…Either that or you like me.”
“Oh my God-now you have really lost your mind!”
“Have I though?” he scrunched his face in anger while tossing her hat onto the couch “You know it’s funny cause it seems the more I blow you off the angrier you get. I am not some problem case you can try and fix! You don’t get a damn consolation prize for repairing what you think is broken! I don’t want your pity and I sure as hell don’t want you trying to talk to me, let alone kissing me!”
“You are so delusional!”
“Ha! Okay Granger.”
“Pathetic! This is so pathetic! You’re pathetic!” she yelled while throwing her hands in the air.
“You’re not denying it” he claimed crossing his arms with a smirk plastered on his face.
“No! No, you know what;” she aggressively took a few steps closer to him with a finger waving in his face “you don’t get to try and turn this around on me! You were the one who was inches from my face and couldn’t take the heat when it comes back at you! You will always be a cruel narcissistic bastard of a coward who ruins things for people because you have no idea how to care about anyone but your damn self!”
Draco furrowed his brows as his enmity began to boil within. Of all the things people had ever bitterly said to him or about him, Hermione’s words pained him the most. He could handle the rude stares, his peers talking about him like he wasn’t in the room, even people calling him a failed Death Eater; but selfish…that was the one thing that stung the most and he couldn’t for the life of him, figure out why it hurt so much coming from her.
“We’re done here” he stated in a rough tone before turning around to head upstairs.
However, he’d barely taken a step when Hermione grasped his right shoulder and whirled him back around. He opened his mouth to yell at her for touching him while expecting another verbal battle, when he came in direct contact with the knuckles of her fist. The hit was a lot harder than the last time she had punched him and the pain in his bloody nose was excruciating. But the pain was the last thing he remembered, before being awoken in his bed by someone banging on his door.
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