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Chapter 17 � Hermione

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I flipped the page of the text in my hand and drew in
another deep breath.

Class was definitely different. Never before had I wanted
out as badly I as did now.

Everyone was staring, wondering, speculating, as though I
was a piece of meat, hanging in front of them to butcher with their own bare
hands. Honestly, the only thing I wanted to do was go back to my room, curl up
with a good book and a heating charm. At least butcher the class for
gawking at me like a bunch of inconsiderate, tactless pigs.

Instead, I was standing in front of said class, reading
from the History of Magic textbook, Professor Binns none the wiser about my
official status as school wench.

It was understandable, too. If there was ever a rumor,
passed on by teachers and students alike, Binns wouldn�t get in on the
information unless it was published in an old, dusty book.

I wasn�t surprised Binns didn�t know that I�d rather be anywhere
else than in front of a class.

Honestly, though, that didn�t help the situation. I was
still feeling mortified, for some reason, for the first time since this whole
situation began.

It only hit me a few hours ago, I guess. The implications
of this; the serious ramifications of what I�d done. It hadn�t registered
before. It had just been one dramatic gesture after another. It felt like I was
a swinging pendulum, pushed and pulled to the extreme, and I�d just slowed
down.

Taking a deep breath, I continued reading a large chunk of
this week�s chapter aloud, ignoring the whispers spreading like wildfire, as
best I could. I hadn�t realized how much my delirium, my fog that
clouded my head, I can call it, let me have an immunity to the outside world
for a while. I hadn�t paid attention to the stares or thoughts of my
classmates; the obvious finger-pointing, fear, blame, guilt.

But now I had.

�Thank you, Miss Granger,� Binns interrupted as my
paragraph came to a close. �You may sit down. Mr. Hasheeb, how about gracing us
up here with your presence.� Binns paused and smiled condescendingly at the
student�s suddenly perturbed expression and hassled excuse. �Of course
you weren�t sleeping, Hasheeb. I�m sure you were just resting your lids, as you
often tend to do around this time of day��

I sat down at my seat, unfortunately situated in the
middle of the classroom. Binns was probably the only teacher I had that would
never think to change his seating chart for the world.

Uncomfortably shifting in my seat, I felt like an idiot
for feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden. Everyone already had a tainted
opinion of me. Why should I care now?

But I did.

To my right, sat a brunette fifth year that excelled in
almost everything he put his mind to. He was the smartest of the class, safely
abducting that position now that I wasn�t even the running. He skipped a grade,
and applied for this class, already two years younger than any average student
here.

We used to get along pretty well. He told me I was his
mentor once upon a time.

Now I was sure he was afraid to speak to me. People talk.

To my left was an aisle, leading to the door in the back
of the room. Across the aisle sat a red-haired Hufflepuff that had glared at me
since the beginning of term. Her green-drenched blue eyes never stopped leaking
anger whenever she looked at me. I learned to ignore it and let her believe
that it wasn�t obvious, how much she adored Draco Malfoy. Her jealousy can only
fail her as time goes on.

I put my head down.

Forty-three minutes to go.

- - - -

�It�ll get easier,� I heard behind me as I practically threw
myself out of the History of Magic class. Turning, I saw the simple sympathetic
face of the youngest Malfoy. I raised an eyebrow.

�Did I say it was particularly hard?� I just wanted to
give him a hard time. He didn�t have to treat me like fragile glass simply
because I went psycho on some chick in his House and was basically shunned by
the majority of my school.

�You just had that almost-dead look on your face, so I
assumed�� Draco replied, shrugging as he fell into step with me. I rolled my
eyes at him, giving him a wry smile.

�Dead look?� I sighed, mockingly impressed. �Oh, you
shouldn�t have. Your compliments are too much.�

Draco frowned briefly.

�Seriously, though� how are you holding up?�

I looked at him, measuring up his intentions.

�Seriously?� He raised an eyebrow as I paused. �It sucks.�
I shrugged off his evident concern. �But I�m not dying, so stop worrying.�

�See that would be funny, but color me still concerned
about you, girly,� Draco said in a tone unworthy of a joke. �You still never
explained to me what the hell was up there with you in the Astronomy Tower
a�and Millicent. I�m not trying to push you into telling me something you don�t
want to� but you have to give me some sort of heads up before this shit
happens.� A pause. �We need to talk.�

I looked at him carefully. It was hard for me to imagine a
day that Draco Malfoy would demand I tell him what my psychotic episodes were
about because he was concerned for my safety. And yet, here was that day,
staring me in the face and mocking me with its unpredictability.

I ran my teeth over my bottom lip, biting it softly. The
other part that was hard for me to imagine was that he was right. I couldn�t
keep relying on him for emotional support�or criminal support whenever I felt
the urge to get away�without even telling him the details of my sordid
mentality.

�You�re right,� I agreed, nodding my head in resignation.
�Let�s go.�

His eyebrow arched as I grabbed a hold of his hand.

�I�m right?� He allowed himself to be pulled into hallway.
�You�re going to tell me why you�ve been acting the way you have?�

I turned around, walking backwards with a slight frown.

�I don�t think I like the sound of that,� I admitted. �You
make it seem like I�m about to tell you what�s wrong with me. There�s nothing
wrong with me.�

�You�re absolutely right. My mistake. I�ve heard of people
balding others for something as minor as burnt toast. No sweat.�

I chuckled slightly as I looked at his face, honestly
wishing he wouldn�t say things like that. Did he think it was going to be easy
for me to tell him what had me rattled to the point of fucking forbidden
spells?

His eyes caught my look and instantly the guilt washed
over him in a soft wave.

�That wasn�t helpful, I�m sorry,� he repented. �You just
have to keep in mind that while you�re waving your wand around, killing your
fantasy villain, the rest of us don�t know what the fuck is going through your
mind. It�s unnerving. It�s not normal��

�I get that,� I responded, eyes downcast as I slowed my
search for a private place to talk to a halt. I was losing the desire to reveal
anything to him with increasing speed.

Draco, once again, sensed his error. Cupping my cheek with
his right hand, he ran a thumb over it gently, though my pensive downcast
expression hadn�t changed.

�I probably should�ve told you that I appreciate you
willing to talk to me about this,� he said slowly, eyeing me to check if that
was the right thing to say. �Your guilelessness is terrific.�

I looked up, meeting his eyes in exasperation.

�Oh, wow, your condescension�s even better.� With a small
smile, I hauled him into an empty bathroom and locked the door with a decisive
click.

< - - >

Draco�s eyes instantly shone with the exact thoughery ery
male probably had when a girl dragged them into a bathroom before his brows
furrowed and he looked at me with a small smirk.

�I don�t know how new this is to you, but I�m not supposed
to be in here to talk,� he said, mumbling the last word resentfully.
�I�m a guy.�

I rolled my eyes at him, seeing through his pouty
exterior. If I had told him I wanted to have wild sex with him up against the
granite wall of a bathroom, adjacent to the mirrors, he wouldn�t have cared if
it were a muppet bathroom I pulled him into.

�Worry not, manly man. It�s class time, remember? And the
door�s locked. What else is there to fear?� I smiled cynically. �Besides
what you might find out about me.�

Draco rolled his eyes at my teasing and walked around the
bathroom, scooping it out, as if getting better acquainted. I raised an eyebrow
at his prowl while hopping up to sit on a sink myself. When he turned to me,
his eyes were expectant.

�Well?�

A small smile curved at my lips.

�I�m waiting for you, Curious George,� I informed him,
smiling at his frustrated look. He probably tht I t I was stalling.

�You�re stalling,� he deadpanned. I shook my head and
enjoyed his previous cat-prowling demeanor, this time moving in my direction.
He stopped at my sink, spreading my knees and stepping in between them, still
at eye-level with me despite my elevated position.

�I�m not about to break into a detailed monologue about my
life,� I explained, seeing as he wasn�t catching on too well. �You want to know
something, you ask me about it. I answer.�

He was about to make a rebuttal, I could tell, but then
thought better of it and sighed, thinking of where to begin.

�Are you on drugs?�

I stared at him, skipped a beat, and silence enveloped us
both as I processed his question. That wasn�t what I expecting in the
slightest. I was thinking more along the lines of �Why did you cast that spell
on dear Millicent?�

My mouth must�ve dropped open because the corners of
Draco�s mouth curved upwards into a small smile, but he didn�t say anything
more. I was waiting for him to break into that deep, rumbling laugh of his and
say that he was just playing with me.

But he just stood there, arms propped up on my thighs,
slightly amused at my reaction.

�Are you serious?�

�Absolutely.� His expression only changed into that of a
more amused one, but he maintained his awaiting demeanor. �Why, is that not
something you were expecting?�

�Well� no,� I replied incredulously, eyes widening
in disbelief, �not exactly. But, blimey, now that I think of it, it�s perfectly
reasonable and not at all pretentious. How silly of me, please, do go on.�

�And you think it�s an unreasonable question?� Draco
inquired, eyebrows arching at my loss of words, which could only mean �No
shit.� �That�s ridiculous to take this personally, Hermione, or to think that
it�s some kind of joke. It�s a fair question: Are you on drugs? With the
drastic mood changes you�ve been having lately, I just thought it could have
had some sort of effect on you, if you were on them. Prescription potions,
pharmaceuticals, illegal substances�any of those with an irregular or mixed
dosage could�ve been the cause of your breakdowns.� His eyes met the sight of
his shoes as he caught my loo ext extreme shock. �Or a helping factor.�

I didn�t know what to think, choosing instead to look away
while my eyebrows slowly returned to their original spot on my face from their
vacation near my hairline. If I had thought the question itself was completely
astonishing, Draco�s expert explanation of why it was relevant blew it straight
out of the water.

And what was stranger was that I wasn�t angry with him to
coming to such a conclusion. I really wanted to be, but the knowledge-thirsty
party of me, the logical side, was rooting Draco on for deducting his facts to
this.

�Are you studying to be a mediwizard or something?� I
asked carefully, causing him to look back up at me.

His eyes danced with amusement.

�Uh uh, Gryffindor. I didn�t get an answer to my
question yet.�

I rolled my eyes.

�Draco��

�Hermione�� he mocked, grinning at the way my
cheeks probably flushed with frustration. I could feel them heating up as he
smiled at me with one of those playful grins that I wanted to hate, but found
myself reluctant to actually follow through with it.

�No, I�m not on drugs,� I delivered, scowling at
him half-heartedly as he grinned with triumph for getting an answer.
�Prescription nor illegal. I�m a psycho without any assistance, thank you very
much.�

Draco�s grin only widened as he leaned in and brushed his
lips across mine, barely making contact before pulling back.

�Always suspected it,� he confirmed, promptly receiving a
smack upside his head, courtesy of me and my not-so-scrawny arm muscle. �Can�t
kill me yet, you know. Still have a few questions left.�

�I think that�s all the more reason for me to maim you now
and avoid questions regarding recent clinical insanity.�

�So, I was onto something,� he gloated, receiving
another smack upside his head, before he caught my arm, rounding about for a
third one. Placing it on his shoulder, he reached in and stole another kiss
from me, this one more involved than the last, his tongue coaxing my mouth open
and slipping in with a swift motion when I surrendered.

Minutes later, breathing jaggedly, we broke apart, neither
really missing the oxygen, but resenting the thought of passing out mid-kiss if
we didn�t breathe on our own.

�Don�t think,� I licked my lips, �that you�re distracting
me for a moment from�� His lips moved in for the kill once more, pushing my
sentence aside as my mouth opted to cooperate with his lips instead of my
words. Pushing his shoulders back, I broke the kiss this time with a look of
disapproval on my face as the blond centimeters away from me looked like a
dissatisfied puppy. �Now that was a very effective trick and it almost worked.
But you�re still going to answer me. Are you studying to be a
mediwizard?�

Draco leaned back from the sensitive, intimate position
he�d held just a few centimeters from my face and looked to me incredulously,
annoyed that I broke our make-out session for something as insignificant as
that. I supposed I could have seen it from his point of view, but he already knew
the answer to that question, whereas I didn�t. I was curious who he was,
analyzing my life like a book without even giving me a glimpse into his.

�No,� he answered, �not a mediwizard. Professionally, I
want to become a psychologist but this presents quite a problem in my case,
considering Hogwarts doesn�t offer psychology. The only classes even remotely
related to psychology are general studies like pos ans and arithmancy, which
coincide with mandatory courses for the aspiring mediwizard.�

I nodded, understanding the dilemma in choosing a unique
career to excel in while attending Hogwarts. Throughout the seven years of
study, classes basically increased in difficulty, but not in variety or
different fields of study. The basic subjects at Hogwarts were expected to
propel the average mediwizard, professor, or even auror into their career
without any further training due to the availability of classes in those areas.
Otherwise, it was pretty much up to the student to figure out how to qualify
for the job of their choice if the classes at hand weren�t specific enough.

�But how did you link all those drugs to my crazy
behavior?� I asked, not even intending a guilt trip on that note. �I mean,
we�ve taken similar classes all seven years and I don�t remember ever going
over something like that.�

Draco grinned sheepishly.

�Well, I also took a course at the Secondary Medical
Wizard�s Institute over the summer. It wasn�t prestigious or anything, but it
was within walking distance of the Manor, and it gave me something to do,� he
admitted. �Definitely gave me more insight into psychology than any of the
classes here ever did.�

I nodded thoughtfully, putting all the pieces together.

�Well, that explains it,� I finally said, �you scholarly
bastard, you.�

�Well, it should,� he agreed, �and you need to stop
with the compliments.�

I smiled.

�Probably.� I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested
my forehead against his as I closed my eyes, feeling oddly relaxed, despite the
fact that I was sitting on a sink. �So I�m guessing there�s more you want to
ask me about, right? Not medical-related questions?�

He was about to fire away when a distant ringing was heard
and a stomping filled the sounds of the hallway next door. Draco�s nose
scrunched up in an adorable way, I noticed, while opening my eyes.

�Class is over.�

�I know. This isn�t the talk I had in mind, you know. I
was going to explain everything to you. Whatever you wanted to know.�

�And I was going to ask� If you didn�t go off-topic
so much, maybe we could�ve��

�Off-topic?� I asked, shocked that he had the nerve
to accuse me of that. �You�re the one that insisted on making sure I wasn�t a
coke head or something instead of actually asking what was on your mind. Not my
fault it took that long for you to find out I�m clean.�

Draco put a hand to his chest, as if insulted.

�I stand by everything I said, Mya. It was a fair
question,� he defended, before smirking slightly and shaking his head.
�Besides, having a deep meaningful conversation is best done in the absence of
hair-clogged sinks anyway. We could meet at the Astronomy Tower tonight�� he
paused at my look of contempt at his mention of that place, ��or some other tower�they�re
all empty at night anyway�and we�ll finish talking. Okay?�

I pulled his lips down to meet mine with a tug of his robe
collar.

�You�re so smart.� He laughed as I batted my lashes
very obviously.

He pulled me up for another kiss.

�You�re so right,� Draco agreed, grinning at my
playful scowl. �Now go to class, woman. How many of those can you miss before
they kick you right back out to that Muggle wonderland of yours?�

I waved my hand dismissively as I unlocked the bathroom
door.

�Eh, who needs an education when I could just be. To. Top
Psychologist Draco Malfoy?� I suggested off-handedly, laughing at Draco�s
suddenly stoic expression as I made my way out, ironically bounding toward my
next class.

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A/N:

I don�t know. I�ve been out of this story for so long that
it might�ve just been crap that I wrote right here. You guys tell me. I was
going to make Hermione explain why she�s loony all in this chapter, but then I
realized it would�ve gotten too long, so you�ll all get to hear it from Draco�s
point of view in the next chapter. And I have an ending now and everything
planned out somewhat in my head, so maybe I�ll get more involved with updating
this story.

Let�s hope so.
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