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Twenty Shades of Granger	By : bloomsburry Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 31692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Professor
- 2-The Headboy
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- 2
Previously…
"My, my, Miss Granger, aren't you a bit too forward," Hermione heard the Professor remarked, though the tone of his voice didn't give anything away after she had slammed the door shut with the wave of her wand and then cast a privacy ward around the room to stop anyone from listening into their conversation.
She pivoted around to face the man, who had been acting like she didn't deserve to be studying magic since the moment he appeared in school.
"Don't you think that this is highly inappropriate? I didn't realize that you are this desperate to be alone with -"
"I think you already know the true reason I'm here, Professor." Hermione cut in rudely.

December 5, 2008
PRESENT….
"I think you already know the true reason I'm here, Professor," Hermione cut in rudely.
Instantly, the pleasant look on the Professor's face vanished, replaced by a harsh visage that contorted his handsome features and made his strong jaw jut out prominently. And of course, there was also that familiar sneer of disgust while he looked down on her from his superior and imposing height.
Clearly, he had taken offence at the tone of her voice.
Now that Hermione thought about it, perhaps she shouldn't have started their confrontation by being rude towards him. However, after recalling how he had treated her like she was nothing but dirt in his shoes in the past months, she might as well forget the pleasantries.
"Oh, do tell, Miss Granger…whatever it is that you presumed about me," there was a hidden threat in the Professor's voice, his tone almost edged with violence as he looked imperiously at her from the tip of his aquiline nose.
Hermione shivered involuntarily. A trickle of fear crawled up her spine and gripped her throat, making her gulped at the lump that suddenly appeared there. Some part of Hermione's mind warned her that the man was dangerous, that she needed to tread carefully around him - or just simply ran away from there as fast as she possibly could.
Yet she didn't. She was a Gryffindor for a reason, and her resolve not to bow down to his intimidation tactics overruled the warning bells that blared in her mind.
Deciding to adapt his disconcerting stillness and impassivity, Hermione reigned in her seething anger and spoke as equally indifferent toward him.
"We both know that you and I –" she mentally scrambled to find the right words to describe what it was they were, and when she finally had a grasp of it, she said: "- don't see eye to eye…,"
She paused, daring herself to stare straight into his eyes, just barely managing not to flinch in her effort to appear strong and unaffected. Despite the fact that deep down, her stomach churned with anxiety, especially when she felt the pressure of his raw magic entwining itself around the very air she breathed.
The Professor arched a brow at her in a gesture for her to continue. His face remained hard and expressionless while his lips were now drawn into a tight, forbidding line.
"You see, Professor," she began, slowly putting most of her weight on her left leg as she tried to stand in a nonchalant posture with the Professor still observing her like a bird of prey.
"I am a bit confused –" she continued, and when she could no longer hold the intensity of his penetrating stare, Hermione turned her attention on the mahogany desk beside them, where she distracted herself by running her fingers over the wood while she continued, "- no, not confused, troubled actually…," she glanced at him from the corners of her eyes as she delicately traced her fingers against the doodle etches that were carved on the desk by the Hogwarts students throughout the years.
"I'm troubled why you have been solely acting antagonistic towards me for the last three months –"
Professor Riddle had been carefully watching her traced the drawing of a snitch on the desk, when he heard her blunt accusation.
Immediately, Hermione saw a muscle leapt on his jaw. She noted how he clenched his teeth in obvious displeasure at her accusing words.
Stopping what she was doing, Hermione turned to fix her gaze on him once more as she finished, "I am quite sure that I haven't done anything wrong to deserve such.. unpleasant treatment from you, Professor."
Almost without warning, the atmosphere around her turned suffocating. The potent magic that hung in the air became thick and heavy as it engulfed the room. Hermione froze up momentarily at the feeling of it. The sense of danger and the promise of pain was nearly tangible as it stained the air.
Hermione's eyes widened slightly when the formidable Professor took a step towards her. His movement nearly predatory, intimidating and… malicious.
"Excuse you, Miss Granger," he said to her in voice, so low, so cold and sinister that Hermione felt gooseflesh rising up in her arms.
He took another step towards her. His icy-blue eyes skewering her on the spot, but Hermione stood her ground. She wasn't going to back down from this confrontation that she had seen coming for a long time, even when her heart thudded erratically in her chest from the way the Professor was glowering down at her.
If the Professor thought that she was going to easily stand there and be his chew toy, just because he was a teacher, he was terribly mistaken. Drawing strength from the very depths of herself while trying to calm down her scattered nerves, Hermione allowed the feeling of determination and courage to wash over her, to give her the needed resolve to finally put a stop to the Professor's psychological bullying.
"Excuse me?" She asked in a brisk tone.
The Professor's eyes darkened precariously at her response.
"What do you mean by 'excuse you'?" She repeated, forcing herself not to fidget at their proximity. He was so closed to her that she could practically feel the heat emanating from him and smell his scent - a scent that she heard the girl's describe as very masculine.
"Excuse you for being impertinent, Miss Granger," Professor Riddle retaliated frostily. "For someone known to follow the school rules, you seemed to be so… obnoxiously rude to me today. Perhaps I should deduct points from you, hmn? After all, you've been accumulating points from me for the last months."
He said to her with sneer on his lips, and Hermione was sorely tempted to take a step back from him when she saw a gleam in his eyes; a cruel gleam that doesn't fit well with the angelic visage he presented.
"Take fifty points then, for your disrespectful behaviour, Miss Granger," He said tersely, and to Hermione's overwhelming relief, he took a step back. But her relief turned to astonishment when she heard how many points had been deducted.
"Fif - fifty?!" Hermione's sputtered indignantly, "But that's just –"
"I suggest you choose your words wisely, Miss Granger, or I'll be tempted to deduct more points from the Gryffindor house – on second thought, perhaps I will, take another fifty points for your ridiculous accusations," the Professor added with a fierce glower.
Hermione's heart sunk at the large points that was taken from her house. Nevertheless, Hermione was more livid than anything else at the threat that the Professor had imposed. Did the man really think that it would deter her from honestly speaking her mind? She could just as easily win more house points by participating frequently in her other classes.
"It's not an accusation, Professor. I'm only stating my observation," She retorted evenly. The air around them crackled with electricity as Hermione asserted her magic to tangle alongside his oppressive presence.
Their eyes clashed in a silent battle of wills.
"Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about, because there must be a reason you have been treating me like I'm an insect that you wanted to crush when outside your class - and then constantly test me at every turn."
"And if I was doing such a thing, Miss Granger. I think I'm not obligated to explain myself to you," Professor Riddle countered harshly. His handsome face had become as hard as granite while every line in his body was wound tight and vibrated with tension.
Then, all of a sudden, his countenance changed, as if he realized something. His features immediately turning blank once more - aloof and inscrutable as his backstory.
"Now, if you will be so kind and show yourself out, for I still have my next class to prepare, while you have yours to attend. I don't want to waste any more of my time listening to teenage girls whine about their feelings, Miss Granger." He coolly said.
The way he said it. The way his nose had lifted up with a slight wrinkle on them made Hermione realized that the Professor clearly couldn't stand to be in her presence any longer - possibly couldn't even bear to breathe in the same air as her for no more than four minutes.
It was a good thing then, because it meant that he would never try to give her a detention in the future, where a detention could portend hours of trying to endure each other's presence - which the Professor obviously did not want.
"Is it because I'm muggle-born that you act different towards me?" She blurted out, knowing deep down that this must be the root caused the Professor had made it his mission to test her skills and knowledge as a witch, perhaps to see if she deserved an ounce of her magical abilities.
"Miss Granger, if you wanted to know more about this matter, you might as well ask your dorm mate. I'm sure that the young Malfoy will be more susceptible to your…insistent probing." Professor Riddle responded in a crisp tone.
Malfoy? What has Draco Malfoy got to do with this? Hermione frowned in puzzlement.
"Now, that we are done here. You may take your leave and head for your next class."
Hermione opened her mouth to protest. Of course, she was not done with him yet! She still hadn't called him out about his negative remarks on her S.P.E.W campaign!
"Or would you rather prefer that I use force to remove you from my classroom?" He asked darkly, when Hermione still hadn't made a move to leave.
In a flash, he whipped out his wand and pointed it at her.
"You wouldn't dare," Hermione stated warily, eyeing the wand that was pointed at her face while the Professor slowly stepped towards her.
Hermione had no choice but to step back and to avoid getting poke in the eye.
"Oh, I would if I wanted to. I could just as easily blast you away from here, but that wouldn't serve any purpose to me at all - in the long run. So, don't tempt me." The Professor drawled, taking a step forward while Hermione took a step back.
"Fine. I'm leaving," Hermione said to him with an added glare while her hand twitched with the desire to take out her wand.
Even after she had said it, the Professor didn't lower his wand. Instead, he continued to maneuver her backwards, ignoring her words. His cobalt-blue eyes holding hers captive with his face now devoid of emotion.
"I said. I'm leaving, Professor," she repeated with emphasis, still walking back.
The despicable man merely raised a brow at her, and said simply: "Yes, you are."
A second later, Hermione's back bumped against the closed door with the Professor closing the distance between them. Soon, the Professor was in front of her, and Hermione suddenly felt small and vulnerable compared to him as he loomed over her with his wand pointing towards her throat.
Unexpectedly, the Professor leaned towards her, and Hermione could only widen her eyes in shock at the small distance that separated their faces.
Hermione stopped breathing and moving altogether, while the Professor coolly inspected her for a second before saying, "The next time you try to force your absurd beliefs on me. I won't be as forgiving," he whispered to her in a velvety, cold voice; a voice deepened by something dark and menacing that sent a spike of fear racing up her spine.
Afterwards, the muscles around his mouth tightened as he pursed his lips.
"Now, get out!" came his sharp order that cut right through the tension and the momentary paralysis that had kept Hermione there.
And with the sharp swipe of his wand, the door behind Hermione flew open and she fell right outside unceremoniously.
Fortunately, she was able to catch herself on time before she ended up sprawled on the floor. Straitening up, she looked cautiously at the Professor, who still hadn't lowered his wand. Every part of Hermione felt off-kilter somehow after hearing the underlying threat on the Professor's words.
"Good day, Miss Granger. Please don't try to talk to me after class without any valid reasons at all." The Professor said smoothly, and Hermione could only frown at his instant change of demeanour.
The Professor finally lowered his wand, where his eyes left hers to look at something behind her.
Hermione followed his gaze. She turned around and saw three Slytherin girls standing at the intersection.
The three girls were staring at her and the Professor.
Oh, Merlin…Not them again! Hermione wanted to groan. They must have seen her coming out from the classroom with the Professor herding her out like she was someone remarkably dangerous. For certain, they would assumed the worst of her after seeing that. They had probably been there in a while, waiting for her to come out, and ambush her.
"Hello, Girls," the Professor acknowledged them with a flash of that devastating smile of his, and predictably, the three started tittering at the sight of it.
Hermione wanted to roll her eyes at their silly reactions, slowly slinking away from the Professor while she still got the chance.
Professor Riddle shot her a brief glace, but thankfully did not stop her.
"Shouldn't you be in your potion's class by now?" Hermione heard him asked while she walked past the girls, who instantly started shooting stares full of vitriol at her.
"We were on our way, Professor, but Pansy lost her quill on the way. So we had to retrace back our steps and look for it," came Daphne Greengrass's hasty response.
A well-thought out lie, but still a lie. Hermione mused as she saw them glancing at her. It was blatantly obvious what they had been doing there.
Hermione moved swiftly, intending to arrive at the dungeons before the three girls could intercept her along the way.
"Is everything alright, Professor?" Hermione heard Pansy asked.
"Yes, I'm quite alright. Why do you ask?"
"Well, we saw you pointing a wand at the mudblo – I mean, Granger just now. So we were wondering what happened," was what pug-Pansy said, her voice becoming indistinct as Hermione hurried farther, and farther away from there.
"I see... Well, Miss Granger was a bit….aggressive in her attempts to convince me about her-"
Hermione was already out of earshot that she wasn't able to hear what the Professor said, and didn't care to find out.

It was a good thing that she left in hurry for Hermione was able to arrive on time to her Potion's class, just five minutes before Professor Snape came sweeping in with his black robe bellowing behind him.
The Slytherin girls; Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass and Milicent Bulstrode, were ten minutes late, yet the Professor hadn't even deducted points from them.
Hermione frowned at the injustice of it. There she was, she had just gotten a hundred points deducted in a single day and the three girls only received a minor scolding for being late. The two Professors were certainly bias when it came to the Slytherins - no surprise there since she had heard that they were actually close acquaintances.
Hermione sliced the knotgrass on her side of the table while Harry was busy preparing the fluxweed beside her. Professor Snape had told them to start brewing a Polyjuice potion in preparation for their coming N.E.W.T exams next year, with Harry deciding to partner up with her instead of Ron.
In the middle of preparing her ingredients, as expected, Harry started interrogating her.
"What did you and the Professor talk about, Hermione?" She heard his low murmur while he took three measures of fluxweed, and slowly tipped them over the bubbling cauldron in front of them.
There was a soft plop as the fluxweed entered the sizzling concoction.
Hermione hesitated. She hadn't really told Harry or Ron about how the Professor had been treating her these past three months. Even until now, she had no plan to tell them about it, because it was her problem, and it wasn't so…so severe that her best friend and her boyfriend had to know. She had been treated worst by the Slytherin's and the other girls before - even before the Professor came to school - and she hadn't even told them about those incidents.
So, Hermione had thought it was something that she could handle by herself. She didn't need someone to hold her hand every step of the way, especially when dealing with contemptible individuals and their blood prejudices.
Though the thing that convinced Hermione the most on keeping this fact from either of them, was because of Harry's growing suspicion with the Professor – or obsession more like, after Ron had informed her that Harry had been hogging the Marauder's map and his invisibility cloak every night to monitor the Professor's movements.
Therefore, if Hermione told Harry that Professor Riddle had been…malicious toward her during their confrontation - where she had nearly thought that the man would kill her for talking to him thusly - this would precisely give Harry the reason to start breaking the rules and simply start investigating the Professor with renewed vigour.
And knowing Harry, her friend would probably start sneaking out more often and follow the Professor's whereabouts, like Riddle was some kind of a murder suspect, or someone involve in a conspiracy that only Harry seemed to know.
Deciding to keep the promised that she had made to Harry's mother at the start of the school term, Hermione would leave out some parts out about her confrontation with the Professor by the time she would tell him. In the meantime, she would distract Harry with a question of her own.
After casting mufliato charm around them, Hermione addressed her friend.
"Harry," she said softly while she finished slicing her knotgrass, and sprinkled two bundles of it into the cauldron afterwards, where Harry instantly began stirring the concoction clock-wise; three times.
"Why are you so determine to believe that Professor Riddle is in this school for some nefarious reason? He's been here since the beginning of September, and he hadn't even done something mildly evil yet."
Except for making me miserable of course. Hermione added in thought, scowling slightly as she ran her fingers over the words that were written on the open book that lay on her left side. She read the context carefully. Since they were using a pewter cauldron to brew the contents of the polyjuice potion, the ingredients must be brewed around 80 minutes. Hermione read.
Harry was watching her when she waved her wand over the cauldron, and mumbled "Verto," as instructed from their potion textbook.
Once she was done, Hermione turned to face her dark-haired friend.
"I don't think so, Hermione," Harry began, but to avoid drawing Snape's attention towards them while the man was observing and roaming about the classroom, they proceeded to do the next assignment that were given to them in class, which was listing out the side effects of the Polyjuice potion if brewed incorrectly.
"I've seen him disappearing into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom last month," Harry continued while the sounds of their scratching quills could be heard over the low murmurs of their classmates.
There was a creased in Hermione's brow upon hearing Harry's words, but it only deepened when Harry said.
"And one time, somewhere around October and this month, I've noticed him frequenting the seventh floor corridor - right beside the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy."
"Did you find out what he was doing there, Harry?" She asked as she distractedly wrote on her parchment.
What could Professor Riddle be doing visiting odd places in the castle? As far as Hermione knew, in her readings of Hogwarts: A History, there was nothing remarkable about the seventh floor corridor – well, except for that the Tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy that depicts a scene of him trying to teach ballet to the trolls.
Meanwhile, Moaning Myrtle's bathroom - which was located on the first floor - was only of note because of the ghost that haunted there. The ghost of Myrtle Warren, the muggleborn girl who had died when the Chamber of Secrets was opened eighteen years ago.
Hermione was brought to the present by the sound of Harry's voice.
"No, I haven't found out yet, but I'm keeping a close eye on him, especially this month when people are busy preparing for the Christmas ball."
Hermione didn't realize that she had stopped writing after she had began puzzling over their mysterious Professor, but once she discovered her lapse, the sound of scratching resumed as she scribbled on her parchment while saying, "I know you are my friend, Harry…but could you just keep your tendency to break the rules to a minimum? I promised your mother that I would keep you out of trouble, and I don't want her to know that you've been sneaking out again in the last three months. As the Head Girl, I've been terribly lenient with you, and I hope you're not using this opportunity to do as you please."
"I'm sorry, Hermione..," came Harry's contrite response, looking slightly sheepish, but his face immediately changed as he thought about something.
"But, if you must know, I've only snuck out of the Gryffindor tower four times since the semester starts," he informed her, before showing her that trademark Potter smile.
The smile that Harry had imitated from his rule-breaking father, but with a hint of Sirius Black's mischievous quirk on it. The two men who had been a great influence on her friend when it came to causing mayhem and mischief within the school.
Hermione just rolled her eyes at Harry, who was trying to appease her, but she did smile at him in amusement.
"Harry, perhaps if you lend me your map, I might turn a blind eye in what you have been doing for months," she softly suggested.
She didn't even need to look at Harry to know that he was looking at her closely now.
"What are you going to do about the Marauder's map?" Harry asked with a frown marring his forehead.
"I need it to avoid getting cornered and attacked by the Professor's jealous fan club during my patrols," she explained, only telling half the truth.
In all honesty, Hermione wanted to borrow the map because she was also curious about what the Professor was doing in those places Harry had mentioned. Since she was the current Head Girl, she had free reign to explore the school even late in the night, especially during her night patrols, which would give her sufficient time to do her own investigation without looking suspicious to those who would care to notice.
Additionally, if she could borrow the map, it also meant that Harry would not be able to use it frequently if he wanted to, which gave him a lesser chance to end up in trouble.
"Really? That's all?" came Harry's question, sounding more suspicious than ever before.
Harry knew her too well. Hermione realized as she directly looked into his emeralds eyes. After seven years of being friends, of course he could feel something was amiss about her suggestion, about her motive to borrow the map from him. Harry already knew that she would do everything she could to stop him from doing something foolish.
So, she told him half a lie. Right into his face.
"Yes, really. I need it to avoid any future altercation with the army of venomous snakes that seemed to multiply when the Professor start quizzing me in class. They are growing bolder and aggressive as months pass by. The last time they ambushed me, they nearly left me bald after the amount of hair-pulling they did to me."
"Are you trying to be funny, Hermione?" Harry asked her in a serious tone, though the small quirk on the corners of his lips told Hermione that her friend was trying not to laugh at her.
"No, I'm not! I'm absolutely serious!" was her instant reply, trying to look affronted. "Please, Harry. I need your map."
With a sigh, her dark-haired friend finally gave in.
"Fine, I will lend you my map. When do you need it?"
"Can I borrow it during my night patrols?" she requested, pretending to be thinking it over.
"Amm…what time do you usually do that again? Sorry, Hermione. This simple fact escapes me."
"It's alright, Harry. My patrol starts from 8 pm to 12 midnight,"
"Oh…Hmn…Ok. But I can only give it to you once or twice a week,"
"That's not a problem.. Thanks, Harry," she said to him, flashing him a brief smile of her own.
Harry just shrugged his broad shoulders and started writing on his parchment.
Conveniently, Professor Snape had been preoccupied with Neville's table, where she saw some purplish fumes coming out from Neville's sputtering cauldron. The Professor had been reprimanding the poor boy that he didn't noticed the long conversation that occurred between Harry and her.
Later, when Harry was adding four leeches into the cauldron while Hermione was placing four scoops of lacewing flies in the mortar, and then grinding the ingredient into a fine powder, Hermione had just happened to survey the room when she caught sight of her boyfriend looking at her.
Hermione raised her brows at Ron in query, who seemed to be waiting for his potion to finish brewing within his allotted time.
Still continuing to crush the lacewing flies into fine powder, she mouthed "What?" to him. However, she noticed Professor Snape nearing Ron's table, and she hastily shook her head in the hope that her boyfriend would understand the gesture.
Clearly, Ron didn't, for her boyfriend gave her a wink and a saucy smile. As expected, Professor Snape didn't miss the exchange and immediately swoop down on the red-head with his black robe doing that bellowing effect behind him.
After snatching a book from Ron's table, the potion master proceeded to hit Ron's head with it– none to gently, and instantly receive a painful 'Oww," from the red-head while Ron turned to look at the Professor who stood behind him.
"Weasley, if you spend your time studying as much as you spend it winking at your girlfriend, you might have easily earned an Exceed Expecation in my class," Professor Snape sneered while the entire class burst into a ruckus of laughter and snickers.
Hermione's face flushed in embarrassment when her classmates turned their attention towards her as well. She saw Draco Malfoy batting his blonde lashes at her in mockery, and doing this ridiculous fanning gesture that he almost looked comical.
Hermione was torn between glaring at him and simply ignoring him.
As if reading her thoughts, Harry said beside her, "Ignore him, Hermione," when he saw where Hermione's eyes had drifted off to, "Malfoy is just being a git as usual."
Hermione did, and turned her head to look at Professor Snape and her boyfriend once more.
"Take ten points for disrupting the class, Mr. Weasley," their potion teacher was saying amidst Ron's incoherent sputters of outrage while the class continued to snicker in the background.
"Now, I suggest you stop making googly eyes with your girlfriend and work on your potion, for it seemed to be looking an awfully, inexact shade of purple."
Hermione watched as her boyfriend swiftly leapt towards his cauldron to inspect the contents, and began putting some ingredients on it to try to counteract the discolouration.
Hermione finally took her attention off from Ron and focused on her own task.
Professor Snape was unfair to deduct points from Ron. She silently thought. Her boyfriend hadn't even really disrupted the class, to say the least. And to think that the Slytherin girls, who came in late, only got a minor scolding.
So much injustice! Hermione scowled.
Finally done with crushing the lacewing flies, she took the mortar and poured the fine powder into the simmering cauldron in front of her.
With Professor Riddle's a hundred points deduction from her, and added with Professor Snape's ten points deduction from Ron, that was a total of a hundred and ten points lost from the Gryffindor house in one single day – not including the other points deducted that Hermione was unaware of.
Come lunch time, everyone would notice the big gap in the Gryffindor hourglass.
And she was right.

"Geez, Granger!" Lavander began as she strode to the Golden Trio, who was currently sitting on the Gryffindot table during lunch time. "Could you just keep your opinions to yourself and pretend to be stupid every once in a while?!"
Hermione was just buttering her bread with marmalade when she heard Lavander's sudden screeching voice. Her hand stilled as she turned to look at the blonde girl, who came to a sudden halt just a meter away from her side of the table.
"Excuse me?" she asked tersely while her stomach growled.
Hermione was so hungry that she was this close to pretend that she hadn't heard the blonde's noisy screeching, and eat her goddamn food.
"I just found out from the other girls that you were responsible for the hundred points that was deducted from our house today!"
Of course, Lavander had to say it out loud that the majority from the Gryffindor table - and even from the other houses - was now looking at her, with most from her Gryffindor housemates openly glaring. Now that they know the truth – thanks to Lavander's big mouth - the Gryffindors would surely be out to get her.
Hermione wanted to vanish from the spot.
Damn! She mentally curse while she surreptitiously glanced toward the staff table, expecting to see the teacher who had been the instigator of this entire mess.
Why did the Professor had to deduct a hundred points just because she had been determine to press him for answers in regards to his disdainful behaviour?
She saw Professor Riddle sitting beside the Transfiguration Teacher, Professor McGonagall. The dark-haired Professor was eating silently while leafing through a page of some book propped open beside his plate. And as if feeling the intensity of her stare, the man raised his head up to search around the hall for the unseen gaze right before his eyes ultimately landed on her.
Their eyes met, and Hermione could no longer pretend to be amicable to him. Hence, she glared with such venom that it would even put the Professor's poisonous snake, Nagini, to shame.
She noted the slight creased that appeared on the Professor's forehead a second before Hermione snubbed him.
" – I mean. Why would you even consider recruiting Professor Riddle in to your ridiculous campaign?! When he obviously doesn't believe in all the drivel that you talked about in front of the class this morning?!" Lavander was saying to her while Hermione decided to imagine that Lavander's voice was just a mere buzzing sound in the background, like the sound of an annoying fly that Hermione was about to smack.
Both Ron and Harry gave her sympathetic looks, but didn't do more than that. They knew that she could handle this by herself.
During their walk toward the Great Hall, Hermione had already told them an altered version of what truly happened after the Defence class, where Ron had looked at her before saying to Harry, "I told you we should have stayed behind, Harry. Now, we lost a hundred points in one day," her boyfriend had said while Harry had plainly looked at her without saying a word.
And with a gut instinct of a sharpened blade, there was in no doubt in Hermione's mind that Harry suspected that she was not telling the whole truth. However, her dark haired friend had wisely kept his conclusion to himself.
Meanwhile, back to the present, Lavander continued to screech on like a banshee near her. Fortunately, it was not so loud to draw attention from the Professors on the staff table.
"I also can't believe that you even tried to force him to wear the STEW badges that you made up! And even dare to suggest to him that he wears a hat saying, 'Campaign for the Elves, and you get a kiss from your hot Professor'?! – even if I wanted to kiss that delectable piece of meat - but I mean, come on, Granger! Who gave you the idea –"
Out of sheer frustration, Hermione contemplated about shoving a mouthful of chicken legs into Lavander's mouth just to shut her up. Her day had turned out from bad to worse, and Lavander was only exacerbating it with her endless whining.
Who ever said anything about my S.P.E.W badges? And what was this about a hat?
"How can you be so callus as to –" Lavander was still saying, when another female voice cut in.
"Will you shut it already?! Or I swear to Morgana's tits that I'm going to make your yapping mouth turned into #$%#$!"
Instantly, Lavander Brown clamped her mouth shut as a beautiful red-head slid into the seat beside Harry.
"Ginny! Language!" came Ron's half-laughing rebuke while Harry was laughing out loud at his girlfriend's words, "Ahahaha…,"
Oh, thank you, Ginny! You're my hero! Hermione thought in relief, slumping down on her chair. She had been close to casting the silencing charm on the blonde. But Hermione had hesitated because she was the Head Girl, and a Head Girl must never point a wand at another student unless provoked to a duel, especially now when there were Professors around.
"Ginerva," Lavander hissed at the red-head while Ginny Weasley just rolled her eyes at her and glowered right back.
"Go away, Lavander! Can't you see there are people eating? The way you've been opening your mouth in the last two minutes had some people losing their appetite. Did you check yourself in the mirror lately? Because there's something stuck between your teeth that looked awfully like –"
In haste, Lavander was scampering away from them and out of the great hall, probably to check herself in the mirror, not even bothering to just conjure it up in front of her. Considering that Lavander Brown was simply synonymous to a bag of air inside an empty cranium, Hermione hadn't expected much from the blonde.
"Thanks, Ginny." Hermione said as she took her toast and started putting marmalade on it.
After covering her toast with that delicious fruit preserve, she took a bite from her sandwich and began chewing on it, while she deliberately ignored the glares that came from her fellow housemates, and probably most of the girls in the Great Hall.
Merlin knew what the cancerous grapevine had pumped out about her disastrous encounter with the Professor. For certain it had mutated into something that no longer remarkably resembled its original cystic state.
"No problem, Hermione," came Ginny's response while she began piling a variety of food into her plate. "Though I have to ask you a question…"
"What is it?"
"Is it true that you were kicked out from Professor Riddle's classroom after you tried to recruit him into your STEW campaign?" Ginny inquired, drawing Ron and Harry's attention to their conversation.
Hermione sighed in exasperation. What's with people repeatedly using the word STEW, instead of S.P.E.W?
Choosing to ignore Ginny's mistake, she said: "Yes, it's true."
Coincidentally, this little rumour could go along well with the half-lie that she had fabricated to Harry and Ron.
"Really? So, if that's true… Then, does it mean that you also tried to force the Professor to wear your STEW badges? And -"
"What's with this silly rumours about me and my S.P.E.W badges?! And something about giving the Professor a kissing hat of some sort?! Where in Merlin's pants did this come from?!" Hermione burst out in annoyance.
"Don't ask me, Hermione. I just heard this from the other girls in my class," came Ginny's defensive reply.
If she knew any better, it must be the Slytherin girls who had been spreading those ridiculous rumours around.

It turned out her day just turned from worst to absolute catastrophic as hours pass by. Her Gryffindor housemates were downright mean to her, calling her all sort of names and cornering her just to inform her about their not-so-high opinions of Hermione.
But it didn't end there, however, for as the day pass by, the rumours changed from being ridiculous to vicious, which drove majority of the female population out for blood.
They now believed that Hermione had tried seducing the Professor through her S.P.E.W campaign. I mean…What the f-! Who in Morgana's knickers would believe that nonsense?!
Well, apparently, most of the girls did.
So, as Hermione started doing her night patrols, they were there waiting for her. Unfortunately, she hadn't borrowed Harry's map yet that she could not avoid them and their barrage of attacks.
But after bottling up her anger for the rest of the day, they had been very useful as some kind of an outlet to release that pent-up rage boiling inside her.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
"HOW DARE YOU TRY TO SEDUCE OUR PROFESSOR RIDDLE! YOU MUDBLOOD SLUT!"
"WHORE! YOU WILL PAY-"
Hermione heard them say the moment she turned at an intersection in the third floor hallway. It was there, in that moment, that the short-fuse that held her temper in check exploded, and Hermione only saw righteous anger as she moved.
She did not allow the three girls to draw out their wands and cast the first spell.
The intensity of her anger propelled her forward that she was a blur of motion. She pivoted sharply around, her robes flaring out behind her as she slice her wand out, where she burst into a flurry of wand movements. With a forward stab of her wand, a quick flick of her wrist and a hasty non-verbal incantation, Hermione sent the three girls slamming against the wall, and temporarily stuck them there.
There was an audible crunch and an 'Omph!" as the girls collided against the wall, but Hermione could only feel a twinge of guilt as she purposely strode towards them. Her school robes bellowing behind her, like an avenging angel ready to deliver justice to those who have wronged her.
She was extremely tired of dealing with the Professor's devoted lapdogs that she had no time to feel guilty over something that the girl's definitely deserve.
Hermione came to a halt in front of the three girls, and stared at each of them. There was Marietta Edgecombe, Tracey Davis and Pansy Parkinson. The trio of girls who had been stalking the new Professor non-stop, and then sabotaging her in every way.
She couldn't understand what the girls saw in the Professor. Sure, the man was handsome, intelligent and refine - but that was it. Because the man himself was a complete hypocrite.
"Fifteen points each from Slytherin and Ravenclaw," She said, narrowing her eyes at them. "And for your information, I have never tried seducing Professor Riddle. Don't you remember that I have a boyfriend already?"
After stating that, Hermione whirled around and left them to their own devices. Her robes flapping behind her in time with her angry strides as she disappeared into the shadowed hallway.
Despite her words, Hermione knew that the girls would not believe her.
Throughout her entire patrol, Hermione encountered other girls who had been better prepared than the first three, and she had her hands full in battling them all at once that she had to result to muggle ways in trying to combat a well-aimed punch to her face, a kick on the stomach, and let's not forget the usual hair-pulling.
One time she had to punch a girl from Hufflepuff while she kicked a Ravenclaw girl in the shin when they tried to tackle her to the ground, where later the two miscreants had ended up tangled on the floor and stuck indefinitely by Hermione's sticking charm.
There was a few loose teeth from the Hufflepuff girl and a scratch on the Ravenclaw during their short scuffle, which Hermione had to grudgingly fix before deducting points from them. Shortly, she gave them a verbal warning not to attack her again, but judging from the hateful look in their eyes, Hermione knew they would be coming back for revenge.
Next, there was the minor skirmish with the four sixth-year Slytherin girls up on the seventh floor corridor, where Hermione had simply deducted fifteen points each from them and then made a ran for it.
Thereafter, she had used a shield and disillusionment charms on herself to watch them search for her whereabouts, memorizing their faces with the intent to report them to their Head of the House for a needed detention.
However, upon remembering who the Head of the Slytherin House was, Hermione decided not to, and opted for deducting another ten points from them, rather than faced the Professor. She didn't want to talk to Professor Riddle anytime soon, not when she had this overwhelming, homicidal tendencies to his person.
Hermione's temper hadn't simmered down one bit after encountering those nasty girls in the corridors. Her hair was in complete disarray and tangled into knots after it had been pulled out from all direction by her two attackers earlier.
Other than the deplorable state of her hair, there was also bit of blood smear on her elbows, knees and knuckles - courtesy from her three Slytherin assailants who had finally found her, and it decelerated from there into a fight of fisticuffs with a bit of magic involve.
Later, she had to heal herself and the three girls afterwards, when she came out the victor in their fight. Hermione had to thank her calculating mind for exploiting the weaknesses in her opponents, easily wrestling and gaining the upperhand, and completely obliterating their chances to take her down. Given that she still had ended up badly beaten that she had to ultimately heal herself out of necessity, but forgo the thought of cleaning the blood from her skin. Not even withstanding that her school robes were in no better shape than the rest of her, where she had also gain a couple of bruises on her arm and shin from tussling a gangly Ravenclaw.
As a result, when the clock struck midnight, Hermione was still not in the right state of mind when she arrived at the Head Dormitory. Adrenaline was still pumping in her veins while fury made her throat tightened.
Upon arriving at the entrance to her dorm, Hermione had intended to take a warm, hot bath, heal the rest of her injuries, meditate to calm down her nerves, and simply sleep all the aches and exhaustion away.
But it seemed that Draco Malfoy had other plans for her.
As Hermione entered the portrait hole, the blonde was there waiting for her in their shared common room – as for why he was truly there, she didn't know - other than perhaps to annoy her to death.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Mighty Saviour of the Elves," Draco started, snapping the book shut he had been reading and shot out from the sofa the instant Hermione slammed the portrait door behind her.
"How's your day, your Holiness?" Draco drawled as he slowly sauntered towards her; arrogantly and purposeful, hands on his pockets, broad shoulders squared and with that familiar Malfoy smirk plastered on his pale, haughty face.
"Did you have a productive day?"
Hermione ignored him.
"You know, I heard of your exploits today, Granger, and it must be tiring to be you… with all the absurd things you can come up with in your efforts to save one race."
Hermione halted when Draco suddenly blocked her path. She was exhausted after dealing with her attackers minutes ago that she didn't have time for Malfoy's nonsense in that moment.
With that in mind, she decided to pretend he wasn't there and hastily manoeuvred herself out of his annoying presence. But sadly, it was not going to happen soon because the Malfoy heir followed her and blocked her path once more.
A vein throbbed in Hermione's temple at the blonde's persistence.
Was Draco really this dense not to see that she was exhausted beyond belief? Was he blind not to see the blood smears on her skin, bruises on her arm and shin, school robes slightly singed - and in all kinds of disarray - that she looked like she had been chewed and spat out from the very gates of hell itself? Plus with a volatile, infernal temper to match just burning beneath the surface of her skin, and waiting to be unleash at the slightest provocation?
Apparently, Draco Malfoy was - in all aspect of the word – dense. He was blind to Hermione's current plight, and when you woke up a sleeping dragon, you were bound to get burnt to a crisp in the end.
"But I must say, Granger… I never ken you for being this…devious in trying to use your S.P.E.W -" for a second, Hermione's ears perked up after Draco had correctly mention S.P.E.W, rather than STEW like everyone else. "- a false campaign to draw Professor Riddle's interest towards you. Now, that's something you don't hear often…I also heard that you were in his classroom after class.. What were you really trying to do there, mudblood? Did you offer to suck his cock –"
Hermione didn't let him finished because she was suddenly on him faster than a striking cobra. With fury boiling like hot lava in her veins that made her face flushed red and her magic lighting up every cell in her body. Without a second thought, she pushed him back, abruptly and forcefully, even though he was far heavier and taller than her, Hermione was able to make the bastard stumble right unto the sofa in their shared Head Common Room.
When the blonde tried to sit up from the sofa with a look of anger in his face, Hermione didn't allow him. She was not planning to let him go that easily. She remembered what the Professor had told her and she needed answers. Now.
"… if you wanted to know more about this matter, you might as well ask your dorm mate. I'm sure that the young Malfoy will be more susceptible to your…insistent probing," the Professor had told her. Though she didn't really understand why the man had send her to Draco for this inquiry.
"Granger! Why you-!" Draco began, but Hermione cut in sharply.
"Shut. The. Hell. Up!" She hissed at him, and with one hand on his wide shoulder, she pushed him further back into the sofa, and used her other hand to pull out her wand and pointed it at his throat.
Draco's eyes widened at the sight of her wand.
"I have some questions for you," she said evenly, her eyes flashing in warning when the blonde tried to jerk away from her.
Hermione placed a knee right beside Draco's leg to stop him from scooting away. Not noticing that her skirt had accidentally ridden up to reveal one creamy thigh after she did so. But Draco Malfoy definitely did.
She remained oblivious even when the pureblood was openly staring at her now, with his eyes wide and dark as storm clouds. Hermione failed to note the changed in him - about his unusual stillness as she leaned forward with her wand digging the side of his neck.
"Malfoy," she began, her voice soft and dangerous, looking deeply into his silver-grey orbs, which seemed to whirl with an emotion that she could not fathom.
"I know you are acquainted with Professor Riddle," Hermione said, noting when Draco swallowed a second before she continued. "So you might perhaps know why he had develop an unhealthy habit of intellectually challenging me in his class, but then completely ignoring me when outside of it?"
He did not answer her, instead he continued to stare at her face – or rather at her lips - in absolute fixation. The dark look in his eyes made Hermione wanted to squirm for some reason.
"Malfoy!" She snapped at him, trying to break the weird atmosphere that suddenly hang in the air. "Answer my question!"
She demanded, and fortunately, it broke whatever spell that had enveloped the blonde.
"Will you stop pointing your friggin' wand at me?!" Draco ordered fiercely, glaring at her. "And could you just get the hell away from me as well?! I can't have you contaminating me with your filthy, mud-"
Hermione slapped him. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud as it rung through the vast room.
"Holy shit, Granger!" Draco yelled at her as he sported the stinging cheek that had her red handprint on. "Did you just fucking slap me?!"
"And it will be a punch the next time you don't answer my question, Malfoy!" She snarled at him, already incense at how her entire day had turned out, and now she had to deal with an uncooperative, pureblood prick. "So answer my goddamn question!"
"Why are you acting like a complete bitch this time? Did your weasel of a boyfriend forget to have sex with you this week?!"
Hermione tried to slap him again, but Draco caught her wrist before she could, where he suddenly pulled her down on his lap.
She was completely caught off guard by the unexpected action that she wasn't able to brace herself against him. She ended up sprawled on his lap with her knees on either side of his hips.
Draco leaned towards her, glowering and sneering in resentment while Hermione tried to break free from him, but his grip in both her wrist were like bands of steel, tight and nearly bruising as he twisted them behind her back.
Her wand cluttered to the floor at the painful pressure that arched up from her strained wrist.
"Damn you, Malfoy!" she gasped out as the blonde held her arms tightly behind her. Next, Hermione was helpless when the bastard brought her front flushed against his that the swells of her breast flattened against the unmistakable hard contours of Draco's lean upper torso.
Hermione started wriggling against him, opening her mouth to bare her teeth into a feral snarl while her eyes flashing with the promise of pain.
"Let me go, you git!" She kneed him in the ribs, and she get an immense satisfaction of hearing him grunt when her attack landed. But then, his free hand was there, warm and unforgiving against the skin of her knee, gripping her leg tightly against his hip, just underneath her skirt and clamping her in place.
Hermione froze, her eyes locking with Draco's darkening eyes.
"You are such a straight-laced bitch, Granger! No wonder the Weasel had only gotten the courage to ask you out by the end of our sixth year!" The blonde hissed at her, but something about Draco's rapid breathing wasn't right, or the way his eyes had almost turned black as night.
It made Hermione felt a bit…suffocated by Draco's nearness.
"Screw you, Malfoy!" was her only retort and started struggling against him.
She vaguely heard the blonde inhaling sharply as she renewed her efforts to free herself from him. And so, it was quite a shock to Hermione when Draco suddenly lifted his hips up and grind himself against her.
Hermione felt something hard and bulging rubbing against her front and pressing tightly against the very centre of her. She didn't know what it was at first. She thought it was some object stashed in Draco's pockets, perhaps even a large vial or a bottle. And Draco was deliberately grinding it against her, doing this up and down motion that sent a frisson of some unknown and foreign jolts streaking right into her, making Hermione catch her breath at the tingling sensation that left in its wake.
She started to squirm against him. Her face flushing from the feeling of that pleasant jolts that elicited from Draco's grinding motion.
Then, Draco's lips were right next to her ear and Hermione involuntary shivered when she felt his warm breath blowing a wisps of her hair.
"Yes, screw me, Granger. Screw me." Draco whispered to her in a voice that she hadn't heard from him before.
"And if your boyfriend has been neglecting you, you can always take me for a ride," the blonde added huskily, and then promptly grind himself against her once more.
Hermione stilled, slightly breathless and dizzy at the sensation which generated from that pressure rubbing against her groin.
However, when she saw the look of dawning comprehension on the blonde's face and the knowing smirk that played on his lips afterwards, Hermione finally understood what was currently pressed against her.
As her temper flared hotly at the realization, she did the only thing she could think of. Drawing her head back, Hermione tried to head butt the loathsome swine, intending to break his arrogant nose with the downward smash of her forehead. But the blonde evaded and Hermione's face smacked right into his wide shoulders, where she immediately bit him. Hard.
"Fuck, Granger!" he shouted, releasing her without hesitation after Hermione had sunk her teeth deeply into his shoulder.
Finally, she was free.
Almost at once, she shot away from him like she had been scalded with her face red from both fury and mortification. Hermione nearly trip over her wand in her haste to get away from the blonde.
She was still gasping for breath when she scrambled away. There was a pins-and-needles sensations that prickled her arms, but it was no more noticeable than the trembling of her knees.
Snatching her wand from the floor, she hastily and shakily directed it towards the blonde who had also gotten to his feet and rubbing a hand over his injured shoulder.
The blonde looked savage in his fury as he snarled, "You uncivilized cunt!"
"Says the barbarian who just manhandled and sexually assaulted me! You loathsome piece of shit!"
"Be glad that you got some action from me, Granger! Because apparently, you aren't getting any from the Weasel!" Draco snapped right back while he stopped rubbing his shoulder, fixing his tumultuous silver orbs at her.
"You are despicable!" Hermione retorted in disgust, her hand tightening around her wand as the temptation to hex him was becoming too strong. All the while, she was still a little bit breathless from Draco's unprecedented touch just moments ago.
The glower that Draco directed at her dissolved as he cautiously stared at the end of her wand. Then, gradually, the blonde shifted his posture. He widened his stance, slumped his shoulders forward a bit, and plunged his hands inside his pocket, adapting a nonchalant attitude.
It was by accident that Hermione saw the bulge at the front part of his trousers, and her face reddened once more. Her eyes darting hurriedly to Draco's face, where she saw a smirk gracing his mouth at her expression.
"I take that the Weasel hasn't breach that sanctimonious armour you have, huh?" Draco asked, where Hermione gave him a dark look. She already knew what Draco meant, but didn't give him the satisfaction of answering. He was right. She and Ron hadn't went farther than the torrid kisses they shared.
The smirk on the bastard's face widened even further.
"Granger, granger, still a virgin…," Draco tutted before suddenly laughing out loud with Hermione's face turning beet red in both annoyance and chagrin.
"Shut it, Malfoy," she gritted out slowly, her hand shook as she resisted the urge to curse him, but the Slytherin Head Boy didn't seem to car at all, as he was still busy laughing at her.
"You might as well end up being a nun, Granger, than the chance of getting laid. With you guarding your virtue like a dragon, no wonder the weasel hadn't - "
Without warning, Hermione slashed her wand and cast a spell to shut him up. A red-orange light blossomed from her wand and flew swiftly towards the arrogant git.
Draco pivoted out of the way in a nick of time. His laughter stuttering mid-laugh while Hermione's spell directly hit a cushion on the sofa, where a cloud of fine feathers burst out.
"Merlin, mudblood! Couldn't you just stop being uptight?! I was just joking!" Draco asked, glaring daggers at her.
"Oh, you were? I apologize. I'm afraid I didn't get the memo saying that you were actually a pig, as well as a clown, Malfoy. However, you might be better off as something else. For surely I would have laugh at you if you turn into a white ball of fluff, than laugh at your jokes." Hermione countered.
"Again with the ferret reference! That was fucking three years ago!"
"True. Though I was a bit disappointed that you had to transform back to your original self, when you were better off suited as a harmless, white, little vermin."
"To hell with you, mudblood!"
"Call me that again and I swear to Merlin I will make your balls fall off!"
"And pray tell how will you manage to do just that? When you apparently don't even know the distinction between a man's cock and a wand pressed between your thighs?! So how can you make my balls fall off when you – Hey! Where are you going?!"
Hermione walked out on him. She was exhausted, and continuing to argue with Malfoy would be counterproductive. It was gradually sapping every bit of her energy that she had since she came back.
She didn't have time for Draco's petty squabbles.
"I'm not done talking to you, Granger!" Draco was yelling, but Hermione was already walking towards her room, towards that warm, soaking bath that she had planned to do upon arriving in her dorm - if it wasn't for the pest problem that she had to face.
"But I am, Malfoy! I'm done with you. So, shove off!" Hermione called angrily over her shoulder, moving hastily away.
One time she would have been worried about turning her back to the Slytherin, but Hermione was too tired to even worry about anything else, other than perhaps worry about drowning in the bathtub if she ended up falling asleep while taking a bath.
She was at the entrance to her dorm room, when Draco Malfoy said something that made her pause.
"I told you, Granger. I told you to keep your mouth shut and keep your head low when it comes to Professor Riddle. Stop trying to have debates with him in class. Now, look where it got you." Draco was saying and Hermione reluctantly turned to look at him.
Draco was looking more serious now, as if his words meant more than he let on.
"Malfoy, why this sudden concern about my welfare? Shouldn't you be jubilant that the Gryffindor got a hundred points deducted, and me getting attacked by the other girls?"
The blonde merely shrugged. His face turning aloof as he presented his back to her.
"I am just warning you, Granger. If you want to keep your head between your shoulders, you better start minimizing your ingrain ability to irritate almost everyone with your bossy, know-it-all attitude." Draco said to her before walking to his side of the dorm, towards his room.
Hermione bristled, watching the blonde reached for his door. She was about to turn around and enter her room as well, when Draco called to her again.
"And Granger?"
Hermione paused, leaning back to look at him.
"To answer your question earlier…," Draco began, looking her straight in the eyes. There was an emotion there that she had a hard time deciphering when their eyes locked. "Professor Riddle has the same world views as the rest of the purebloods in the Wizarding society. I hope you keep that in mind."
The way Draco said it, the way his face had hardened when he said those imparting words, had Hermione feeling that he was trying to warn her about something, but he could not say exactly say what it was.
Draco give her one last look before he entered his dorm, leaving Hermione alone with her troubled thoughts, and a creeping feeling of impending doom.

Sometime in September
"Draco, what line of the pureblood family does Miss Granger hail from?"
"Excuse me, my lord?"
"I ask, what line of the pureblood family that Miss Granger comes from? Seeing that the name Granger is certainly not from the pureblood ancestry. I assumed that she must be a half-blood, with a pureblood witch for a mother. This would explain Miss Granger's admirable aptitude for magic. And given that I'm currently looking for new talents to include to our fold. Miss Granger is proving to be an exceedingly exceptional witch for her age, and should be taken into consideration. If I can mould her to our cause. She will be a perfect –"
"She's a mudblood, my lord."
A pregnant pause.
"I beg your pardon? I must have misheard you, Draco, because I believe you just told me that Miss Granger is a mudblood."
*gulps* "You heard me correctly, my lord. Hermione Granger is truly a mudblood."
A long silence, a silence that crackled with dark, malevolent magic.
Then…
"I see...Do not speak of this to anyone, Draco, especially everything that I have said about the mudblood, do you hear me?"
*cowers* "Ye – yes, my Lord."
Another tensed silence.
*fidgets* "I'm sorry, my Lord.. if I may sound so bold to ask you this question…but, what do you intend to do with Granger now that you know that she is a mudblood… my Lord?"
There was a moment of contemplation.
"Miss Granger is – shall we say – she is an anomaly. She is the epitome of all the pureblood doctrine that we stand against, and like all her mudblood brethren, she must be eliminated in able for us to build a new regime that only compromises of those worthy of blood, of those who came from the purest of the magical bloodlines. In short, Draco... Granger must die, killed in the coming purge alongside the others who have no right to use magic."
"I understand, my Lord…"
"One day, Draco, one day, only those worthy of magic will rule dominion over the world. And with no Dumbledore around …"
"….."

PREVIEW….
In a romance movie, in a typical scenario when the woman accidentally collides against the handsome man, it usually ends up with the man catching the woman right before she falls unto the ground.
So, when it happened to Hermione.
Well, let's just say…that she took matters into her own hands.
The moment he realized that it was her.
He dropped her.
He fucking dropped her like a dead weight. Like hot iron that burnt his hand.
And then…
He simply watched her fall. He watched her descend into the ground with a cold look on his face. Uncaring. Cruel…and Beautiful in his Deadly way.
In slow motion. Hermione was falling. She was falling with her eyes drawn towards the man she had accidentally collided with.
And the first thing that entered Hermione's mind as she fell, as her surprise gaze remained locked with a pair of icy-blue eyes, were: "DAMN YOU, PROFESSOR!" just as she instinctively, and angrily, reached out and grab for him, not caring where her hands landed as she used him for leverage, and swiftly hauled herself up.
He nearly toppled over when she did, but he was swift to regain his balance by widening his stance and leaning back.
In second, Hermione's body was flushed against his tall frame, unintentionally moulding herself tightly against the distinct muscles of his chiselled chest, his stomach and his powerful thighs.
When Hermione deigned herself safe for the moment, her eyes flashed with indignation as she held unto the Professor, gripping him tightly against her to prevent herself from falling back once more.
But the Professor loathed her so much that soon his hands were on her shoulders, trying to push her away. His face growing harsh by the second when Hermione didn't let go. Instead, her hands just clenched and tightened on him even more while her mouth formed into a snarl of rebellion.
She faintly heard him sucking a lungful of breath as her fingers dug into something firm and taut, that flexed beneath her touch. And when her fingers involuntarily tightened ruthlessly around it, with her short nails sinking deeper into him, the Professor suddenly let out a sharp inhalation while he froze against her. A second after, he was breathing hard and Hermione had to wonder why that was -
"Could you please remove your hand off my butt, Miss Granger!"

TWENTY SHADES OF GRANGER OUTTAKE:
Hermione opened her mouth to protest. Of course, she was not done with him! She still hadn’t called him out about his insults on her S.P.E.W campaign.
“Or would you rather prefer that I use force to remove you from my classroom?”
And before Hermione could say anything more, the Professor whipped out his wand and shot a spell at her.
Hermione reacted by instinct. She cast a cushioning and shield charm on herself as she recognized the red-orange light zipping towards her at close range.
Still, she was not prepared for the power behind the blasting curse as Hermione found herself getting thrown out of the room. The wooden door to the classroom broke, the hinges tore from the stone threshold, while panels and splinters of wood cracked and burst outwards as Hermione’s body drilled right through the door.
Blessedly, the shield charm protected her entire form from the worst of the spell. Though she was blasted out with such a force that had her somersaulting uncontrollably mid-air. She would have landed hard on the ground still flipping unceremoniously five yards away, if not for her quick thinking.
Hermione cast a spell to slow down her momentum as she did one final flipped mid-air, where she subsequently landed a good distance away. Her shoes made a scoffing sound across the hallway as she skidded backwards until she finally came to a halt.
With her heart thumping loudly in her chest, she stayed there in a crouching position. Her fingertips touching the ground while she gripped her wand on her other hand.
The feeling of shock disbelief after being unexpectedly flung from the room by the Professor was replaced by the feeling of indignation. She just couldn’t believe that the Professor had done that to her! But then again, judging from Draco’s reaction when around him, the Professor was no ordinary teacher.
The air around her crackled with her raw magic. It sizzled at the intensity of Hermione’s fury. Her hair turning frizzy, and even started to rise up as the current of her magical residue seeped out from her.
Hermione glared fiercely at the figure standing beyond, where she could see half of the door hanging limply to one side while wooden debris lay scattered all across the floor. Her eyes were glittering brightly with ire as her hand twitched around the wand that she gripped tightly on her right hand. She was so tempted to retaliate at the Professor for bodily removing her from his classroom.
Yet Hermione stilled her hand.
She could guess that if she attack him. The Professor would not hesitate to fight back. In fact, the Professor would probably want Hermione to attack, thereby allowing him a good reason to fling a string of curses at her.
Hermione slowly rose up from her crouched position. The atmosphere around her shifted as the strength of her magic continued to leak out from her.
However, it was nothing compared to the suffocating magical aura that blasted towards her from the man still standing within the classroom. The tinge of malice was unmistakable, and Hermione felt a trickle of fear crawl up her spine as the tendrils of the Professor’s malevolent magic touched her.
It was by sheer force of will that Hermione’s gaze remained locked on the Professor’s frozen pair of sapphire orbs,. But deep down, Hermione was shaking at the feeling of that oppressive magic that prickled against her skin.
The Professor’s face was devoid of emotion, but Hermione was able to discern a leaping muscle on his strong jaw that belied his wrath.
Was he surprised that I was able to act fast? Hermione silently wondered.
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