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Hermione Reparo	By : Kit_Stella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20416 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi my dear sweet readers!
I'm sorry for having taken soooOOOOooooOOOOoo long to post a new chapter.
I will not bore you with the reasons, that's not what you're all here to read.
Just one last thing before I let you get to the next chapter: I haven't even sent it to my betas yet so it's full of mistakes but I figured that I've made you wait long enough soooooo enjoy!
KS
The very next day, Hermione’s troubles started as soon as she arrived in the Hogwarts Express. Being part of the golden trio, she was used to the pointing and staring but this time instead of smiles and waves she was confronted with mean glares and murmurs. She didn’t miss Parvati Patel making a fuss about spreading all her stuff along the seat she had taken just as Hermione approached. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one acting strange. It seemed as if most of her classmates had mixed feelings about her most recently; as others too would quiet down to an uncomfortable silence when she moved along the aisle, hauling her trunk behind her. By the time she found the compartment with Harry, Ginny and Ronald, she was on the brink of tears.
“Hermione, what’s wrong?” Ginny asked, climbing over Harry to meet up with her friend.
“It’s nothing, really. I think I’m just being overly sensitive today.” Hermione said, unable to keep the slight quivering of her voice at bay.
Ginny immediately understood, shooting a mean glare towards the onlookers in the joining compartments. She squeezed Hermione’s hand and whispered, “Don’t let them get to you. You surprised them, that’s all. By tomorrow something else will come up and they’ll forget about this.”
“I hope you’re right.” Hermione sighed as she squeezed her friend’s hand back.
Shortly after, Lavender joined them and was happy to chat up a storm, filling them in on her holiday adventures abroad with her family after Christmas. These past couple of months, Hermione had come to realize that Lavender was a genuinely optimistic person and at the present moment her pleasant mood seemed to rub off on her. So much so, that by the time they arrived at school, Hermione had practically forgotten the other students’ reactions. If she were perfectly honest, that could also be because of how excited she was to finally be able to see Draco again. It had only been a week since they last parted but felt like a lifetime. With her heart slamming in her chest in anticipation, Hermione scanned the grounds searching through the crowds of other students but couldn’t see his distinctive blond hair anywhere. She had replied to his last letter and was sure they would meet in front of the Great Hall but he was no where to be found. That’s odd, she thought, realizing that she was running short on time, with her History of Magic class about to start on the other side of the school. Oh well, I guess I’ll see him at Advanced Potions; a class they both shared and she had a double period coming up right after this one.
Unfortunately, once she reached the first classroom she recalled that none of her friends took History of Magic, making her once again feel just as vulnerable as she did when she got in the train. She walked up to the only desk left up front and couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as she heard whispers behind her.
“Is she that desperate for attention?”
“With Malfoy, are you sure?”
“She must’ve given him a potion…payback you know?”
“Slytherin slu-”
“What do her parents think?”
“Pardon me?” Hermione replied loudly, turning in the direction of that last comment. Her eyes met with a couple of Hufflepuffs, who looked up at her ever so innocently.
“Miss Granger, would you please take a seat?” Came a voice from behind her. Hermione hadn’t noticed the teacher entering the class and with one last glare at the pair of students, she scrambled to the empty seat in the front row.
During the rest of the lesson – usually one of Hermione’s favourites at Hogwarts – she failed to listen to the teacher, as he seemed to drone on endlessly. Her ears prickled every time the faintest murmur came from behind her. She heard her name and Draco’s time and time again and as much as she tried, she couldn’t shut the voices out. All the other student’s comments hurt, but the one that was like salt in a wound was the one about her parents. She remembered complaining time and time again about Draco to them; she had never considered for a minute what they would think.
Her coping mechanism towards their disappearing from her life had been quite simple; she tried to think of them as little as possible. It was her way to shut the pain out; she knew it certainly wasn’t her best option but she couldn’t – for the time being – bring herself to confront her own feelings on the matter. However in difficult moments like these – one’s when she felt so alone – she grew sad for she missed the both of them direly.
When the bell finally rang signalling the end of her first class, Hermione leaped out of her chair and ran towards the door. She couldn’t wait to see Draco anymore. The day had been horribly long and all she wished for was to see him once again. Upon reaching the class, she peered inside, checking that Draco hadn’t entered yet. As she scanned the room a few students turned around. It was then that she noticed Blaise Zambini, waving at her.
“Hey Hermione.” He greeted her with a friendly smile.
“H-hi.” She replied feebly.
“Have a seat.” Blaise invited her over, shoving a bag off the stool next to him. By the looks of a student sitting on the other side, it was clear it hadn’t been his own bag.
Hermione hesitantly took the seat next to Blaise, as she hugged her bag to her chest. The teacher arrived shortly after and class started with still no Draco to be seen.
Blaise had never been openly mean to her but she had never expected this level of openness from him. To say she was uncomfortable being by his side would be an exaggeration, but still she was ever so slightly uneasy. When he finally spoke up it startled Hermione so much so that she jumped up, spilling her ink all over the desk.
All the other students immediately surrounding them turned around and the teacher raised an eyebrow, looking down at her. This is a nightmare, Hermione thought to herself, willing the day to go by as quickly as possible. Blaise chuckled softly once everyone had turned their attention back to the front of the class and softly cast a cleaning spell on their desk and parchment. He then put his ink bottle between both of them.
“Try not spill this one…” he said and just as Hermione was about to turn around and give him a piece of her mind she noticed he was smiling from ear to ear at her. He nudged her shoulder softly and so she cracked a little smile.
“There” he whispered, “much better.”
Hermione wasn’t sure what to think of Blaise’s reaction so she turned her attention back to the teacher.
The rest of the day, Hermione withdrew herself from her group of friends, unable to go to them for help and unwilling to try and keep a straight face. She knew that this thing she had with Draco was bound to turn heads and surprise more than one but she never expected the utter chaos of which she was on the receiving end. Of course, Ginny had reached out to her in the train on their way back to school but somehow, by being with the most loved wizard in the magical community, Hermione didn’t feel like her friend could truly relate to what she going through. She was however surprised by Draco’s friend who was very kind to her that day, and seemed to be able to keep the other students sneer remarks at bay just when she most needed it.
Finally, as much as she tried to hang on to her previous conversations with Draco, she felt as though all that she was being put through, alone to top it all off, was truly wearing her down and making her doubt the Slytherin’s feelings for her. He had made a strong case for himself these past couple of months but she couldn’t forget their history and in his absence she was plagued with doubt. Did he play me? Doesn’t he care at all? Is this all part of a game to him? Is he trying to look good in the magical community again by getting closer to the magical trio? That last thought had her feeling quite guilty for even considering, but her lack of self-confidence coupled with his absence had her mind going in overdrive trying to find an explanation. And the only person who could give her one was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t dare go back to McGonagall for she felt the older witch saw right through her and she wasn’t up for another confrontation. That night, she fell into a restless slumber unable to find the comfort she longed for.
The following day was more of the same. The exceptional morning quidditch practice left her alone for breakfast so she decided to bring some books to try and keep herself of thinking too much. No one from Gryffindor seemed to want to approach her and it suited her just fine that way. In potions, she was surprised when Blaise approached her table and appreciated how accepting he was about working in silence by her side.
As class ended, Hermione was busy collecting her things, when she noticed him looking straight at her.
“What’s up?” He probed.
“Um, nothing...” She replied unsure where this was going.
“Cut the crap, what’s the matter? You’ve been sulking since yesterday.”
“I haven’t been sulking!” Hermione replied, taken aback because of how direct he was with her.
Blaise looked around to check that most of the other students had already pooled out of the classroom.
“You have, and you still are. It’s not a good look for you.” He replied with a cocky smile.
“What would you know anyway-”
“Well, I kinda liked the stupid lovey-dovey look you had the night of the winter formal...”
Hermione’s back went stiff as she braced herself for the end of his sentence.
“...You know, when you saw my boy, Drake.”
And just like that, the waterworks began. Hermione had no control over the tears as she started crying uncontrollably.
She vaguely noticed Blaise go close the door and then a tissue appeared in front of her. She reached for it, barely able to mumble a “Thank you” as she dabbed the tears away. When she finally looked back up to Blaise, she noticed him staring at her expectantly.
“What?” She asked much less defensively as before.
“I repeat, what’s up?” He replied simply.
Hermione found herself explaining everything to Blaise. She didn’t even know why. Was it that he was a Slytherin and she somehow felt comfort in opening up to someone in the same house as Draco? Or was it in the way he just calmly listened to her as she spoke of the horrible reactions from their fellow students and his friend’s absence? She didn’t understand the reason behind how at ease she felt but all the same, it was the first time she felt somewhat better about herself since mounting the Hogwarts Express the day before. When she finally felt that she had nothing left to say, Blaise spoke up.
“The Malfoys have always been a mysterious bunch, you know? It’s a thing in their family, I don’t really get it either. You should see his mother, she’s tons worse, yeesh.”
Hermione giggled at his funny mimics as he continued.
“What I do get is that my mate has got it bad for you. I’m serious, he probably won’t admit it but he’s crushed on you for ages now. And not like with the others before. He’s always been more of the blasé type with girls but with you, he even talks about you differently.”
“He talks about me?” Hermione sniffled.
“Can’t shut him up! But he doesn’t share the good stuff...even when say someone would try and get him drunk on New Years Eve so he’d spill the beans, still nothing.”
Hermione playfully punched his shoulder.
“Listen witch, I realize he’s a fair share fucked up and who knows where he is now but you can be sure he’s doing his best to get back to you as soon as he can.”
“You think so?”
“Please, I know so.” Blaise replied confidently.
“You’re a good friend to him, aren’t you?”
“You Gryffindors think you invented loyalty. Us Slytherins are very loyal, we’re just slightly more picky about who we’re loyal to. And I sense you have some Slytherin in you...or at least you’ve had...”
“Blaise!” She complained even though his antics were helping lift her mood.
“Oh, come on, aren’t you gonna tell me anything? You must admit I deserve to know!”
Hermione chuckled as she felt her cheeks grow red. She finished packing her bag and thanked Blaise before running off to her next class a slight bounce in her step.
She shared dinner with her friends again that evening and when she looked up, she noticed Blaise across the room raise his glass to her and she did the same. Ginny noticed but didn’t say a word as her friend’s mood seemed uplifted compared to the day prior.

After dinner, Hermione decided to treat herself to a long warm shower in the prefect’s bathroom. The place was empty when she arrived and she was glad. It was late and she knew it was soon lights out. She stepped in the shower and closed her eyes as the warm water washed over her hair. After a couple of minutes under her waterfall heaven, Hermione's eyes jerked open as she heard a noise in the distance. She was stunned to see a form appear through the waterfall curtain. It was closing in on her and so she called out:
“Who is it?”
She heard no reply but before she was able to protest, the form pierced through the curtain and she realized it was a soaking wet and dirty Draco, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants...
All of a sudden, Hermione realized Just like my dream...
Thanks for reading! Sorry for the mistakes, but I didn't want to wait any longer before posting!
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