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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Into the Light

Hermione woke the next morning, grinning at the heavy curtains of her four-poster, and reliving the previous night. Her stomach twisted with anxiety about where she and Draco would stand in the light of day, but the grin refused to slip from her face. Even though it was a secret, she knew that they were something more than they had been yesterday morning.
She pulled her curtains back, and dressed for the day in a daze, her mind lost in a jumble of memories, and mental reviews of the homework that was due that day. She bounced down the stairs to breakfast, not waiting for anyone to accompany her on her walk, preferring to think in peace. She quickly sorted through her different feelings the night before, and tried to push the secret down, focusing on the three essays that were due. She recalled them word for word, and went over them each, twice, as she tucked into a plate of eggs and bacon.
She didn’t hear the whispers that followed her down the Great Hall, or see the heads turning to stare as she ate.
“Hermione, I swear it wasn’t me.” She looked up to see Ginny taking a seat next to her, looking worried, and casting glares at anyone who dared look their way.
“What wasn’t you, Gin?” She asked following one of her glares to the table of Slytherins. Pansy Parkinson seemed to be giving her a death glare. She looked back to Ginny confused. “What’s happened?”
“Someone spread a rumor that you and Malfoy are seeing each other. You haven’t heard them talking?” Ginny asked, bewildered. Hermione kept her gaze on her friend as she listened beyond their conversation, hearing words from whispered exchanges.
“Granger and Malfoy…”
“Heard they were snogging…”
“I heard they…”
Hermione’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“But… Who?” She looked wildly around, searching for the grey eyes that would answer the worry that popped into her mind. Had he told?
Draco Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, his usual spot at the Slytherin table was vacant. Hermione looked back to Ginny.
“I don’t know who, but most of the school’s heard by now. What are you going to do? Are you going to deny it, or…?” She trailed off, shooting another glare in the direction of a few staring Hufflepuffs.
“I… I don’t know,” Hermione thought of the previous night. “I’m not sure what he’ll want to do, either…” Ginny gave her an appraising look.
“Something happened?”
“Sort of…”
“Out with it!” Ginny looked excited, and tense.
“Well… We… Talked.” Hermione hedged. Her friend’s steely gaze told her she wasn’t getting away that easily. She pulled out her wand, and practiced her non-verbal spellcasting on those around them, muffling the conversation to any eavesdroppers.
“Before holiday, we spent the night together, and he said some really nice things, and gave me horrible hickeys. MY parents saw them, so I just… Told them that we’re dating. And apparently he told his mother that he’s… Falling in love with me.” She let the words sink in, watching Ginny’s face transform from disbelief, into shock.
“He didn’t.” She shook her head.
“And he told me outright, last night. Sort of… slipped out as we…” She let the insinuation hang there for a moment, then continued. “Anyway, then we snuck to the kitchens, and I saw him do something, Ginny. Something he never would have done before. He apologized to a house elf. He said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’. He’s really changing, Ginny. And I… told him I might feel the same as him.” She felt her face flush with embarrassment, and wouldn’t meet her friend’s eyes.
“You… you really like him, then?” Ginny asked, “More than just sex?”
Hermione nodded mutely, feeling guilt at the admission. She knew that he’d changed, but no one else did. All her friends would see was Malfoy, the selfish, whiny prat.
“Well, I guess you need to talk to him, then, and figure out what your story’s going to be, because I’m willing to bet money on someone asking about it before the day’s over.”
“I can’t just walk up to him in front of everyone and ask for a word!” Hermione hissed back.
“So send him notes, spell it onto the damned table if you have to.” Ginny said, sounding fierce. She’d decided to stand by her friend, and Hermione could see the fire in her eyes to help, even if no one else would.
“Thank you, Ginny. I don’t know where I’d be without you.” She said, offering a grateful smile.
“Not a problem. If you need me to, I can hex him, so he ends up in the hospital wing. That should give you a bit of privacy.”
“No thanks. I think I can manage.” Hermione said quickly. “I think I’ll go see if I can catch him coming into breakfast. He’s not here yet, so he should be coming up soon.” She pushed away from her unfinished food, and stalked past the whispers, holding her head high, and pretending she couldn’t hear them.
She’d made it to the Entrance Hall, and was passing the stairs, when something shot past her ear. She spun, pulling out her wand reflexively. Pansy was sauntering toward her, wand raised, a sneer on her face.
“Did you just try to hex me?” Hermione asked astounded. Pansy gave a short bark of laughter, and sent another hex toward her. Hermione blocked it, and took a step back, narrowing her eyes. She could jinx Parkinson back, and get detention, or keep blocking, until a teacher came past.
“What’s going on?” The cold voice from behind her made her heart race. She kept her eyes on Pansy’s wand, seeing the blond step up in her peripheral.
“She’s been spreading nasty rumors, Draco.” Pansy simpered, pouting at her housemate.
“I’ve done no such thing!” Hermione argued, glaring at the pug-faced witch.
“Liar!” Pansy shouted across the hall, raising her wand another few inches, pointing it at Hermione’s head.
“What kind of rumors?” Draco said, looking shrewdly back and forth between the girls. Hermione didn’t dare look away from the angry witch to see Draco’s expression.
“She’s been telling people that you two were snogging, and, and… Fooling around before Christmas!” Pansy half shouted, her face red, her hand shaking with anger. Hermione couldn’t stop the guilty blush that crept up her cheeks.
“That’s stupid. Why would she spread those sort of rumors about herself, Pansy?” Draco said, sounding mean. Hermione glanced at him briefly, seeing the annoyance on his face. Was he annoyed with Pansy, or the rumors? She looked back at Parkinson, seeing something in her face as she looked from Draco to Hermione and back.
“Is it true?” She asked, her voice low, and dangerously quiet.
“It is true.” The confirmation came from neither involved party, but from the doors to the Great Hall. Hermione took the moment that Pansy was looking over her shoulder to glance at the speaker as well.
“Cormac?” She looked at him in confusion.
“I saw it myself.” He said, glaring at her angrily.
“Saw what?” Hermione asked, half for confirmation, half in denial.
“I saw you and him.” McLaggen spat, nodding toward Draco. A flash of red caught her eye, and she saw Ginny coming through the doorway, wand in hand, ready to jump in in an instant, but unnoticed by Mclaggen, or Pansy.
Pansy’s arm had sagged, her wand pointed at the ground as everyone stared at Mclaggen.
“I saw you leave Slughorn’s party together, so I followed you. Took me a bit to find you in that classroom, but when I did…” He shook his head in disgust. “You snubbed me all night, but then you let that touch you?” He said with a jerk of his hand toward Malfoy.
Hermione’s eyes shot from McLaggen to Draco. “This has to be a dream… This can’t be happening… We warded the door, didn’t we?” She thought to herself, unable to recall either of them actually casting spells on the door. She scrutinized Draco’s expression. Was he going to deny what McLaggen had said?
Draco met her eyes for a moment, searching her face for something. His face set in a determined scowl, and he turned back to McLaggen.
“Are you jealous that she didn’t want you?” Draco asked scathingly, eyes narrowed dangerously. Hermione could see his hand hidden in his pocket, already holding his wand.
“Jealous? Of you? Not a chance, Malfoy.” McLaggen spat back, turning his sneer to Hermione. “I just thought everyone else should know what kind of a slag she is.”
The words had barely left his mouth before hexes went flying. Draco, Hermione, and Ginny all sent hexes at McLaggen, Pansy sent a hex at Hermione, and McLaggen’s wand was raised to ward off the hex he’d been anticipating from Hermione, when he got hit with the other two.
Draco’s jinx hit McLaggen’s stomach, making him double over, being sick all over his own shoes. Ginny’s Bat-Bogey Hex met it’s target, and McLaggen’s face sprouted flapping black wings as he stumbled back, howling with surprise, vomit still dribbling down his chin. The hex he’d managed to deflect had hit Pansy, and she flew backward as the force of it hit her in the face, producing large ugly boils across her skin. Her own hex had managed to hit Hermione right in the chest, and made her swell like a balloon, falling forward as her body expanded, leaving her off balance.
“What is going on here?!” The harsh tones of Professor McGonagall entering the scene made things a hundred times worse.
Hermione could barely turn her head, her eyes searching what she could see of the Entrance Hall for her Head of House.
Draco and Ginny both started talking at once, trying to talk over each other in an attempt to get out of trouble, and place the blame elsewhere. Pansy had her hands over her tender face, sobs of pain coming from her as she tried to hide her disfigurement. McLaggen opened his mouth to join the frenzy of finger-pointing, but ended up being sick again, splashing the floor with more mess. Hermione shrieked wordlessly in disgust as her bloated body tried to roll toward the filth.
“ENOUGH!” McGonagall shouted over the pandemonium as Ginny and Draco both grabbed for Hermione’s pudgy flailing arms to keep her from rolling into McLaggen’s line of fire as he spewed again, the black wings flapping noisily on his face as he groaned, and spat up.
“Parkinson, McLaggen, get yourselves to the hospital wing, now.” McGonagall sounded livid, and the two began their ascent up the stairs, Pansy still crying, and McLaggen releasing a fountain of puke every so often.
“Step aside, you two.” She ordered. Ginny and Draco released Hermione’s arms leaving her to roll for a second before McGonagall raised her wand, levitating the bloated girl into the air.
“I expect you two to wait in my office while I take Miss Granger to the Hospital Wing.” She marched off, leaving Draco and Ginny staring at her back, as the bobbing Hermione floated ahead of her.
* * *
“Everyone’s going to know about you two, now.” Weasley said, sitting uncomfortably in a chair in Mcgonagall’s office, not bothering to look over at Draco. He stared at her for a moment, and nodded.
“I know.” He said somberly.
“What are you going to do about it?” she asked, finally meeting his eyes.
“Do about it?” He asked, and then shook his head. “I don’t know. Probably keep one eye over my shoulder for Weasley’s and Potter’s inevitable attempts to jinx me.” He said with a harsh laugh.
“I’m serious. Hermione really likes you, and if you end up hurting her, or getting her in trouble, I’ll jinx you.” Ginny threatened. “So, are you going to end things with her now, or try and be what she thinks you are?”
“What does she think I am?” Draco asked, eyebrows pulling together. Weasley stared him down for a moment before answering.
“She thinks you’ve changed.”
Draco sat in awe for a moment, taking in the truth. She’d told her friend that she liked him. That she thought he wasn’t who everyone believed him to be. The part of his mind that always whispered to him that he was still that mean little boy, still tainted by his father’s choices was silenced. Hermione truly felt something for him.
The door behind the pair opened, and McGonagall entered, her lips a thin white line, her eyes narrowed, shrewdly assessing the Gryffindor and Slytherin sitting at her desk. She strode silently past them, and took her seat, staring across the table at them.
“Well, what happened?” She asked, and then quickly added, “One at a time.” She gestured to Draco to start.
“I’m not sure how it started, but I came up for breakfast, and found Pansy and Granger holding their wands on each other. Pansy was upset, saying that Granger had been spreading rumors, and then McLaggen comes along, saying it was him that spread the rumors, and he said some pretty vulgar things, saying he’d witnessed me and Granger doing things alone together. Then he… He called her a…” He looked from the professor, to Ginny, then back. “He called her a ‘slag’. Then everyone tried to hex someone.” He said.
“Weasley?” McGonagall turned her piercing gaze on the redhead.
“He’s right, Professor. McLaggen and Parkinson started it.”
“Who hexed who?” She asked, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Well, I think Hermione, Malfoy and I were all trying for McLaggen, and Parkinson was aiming for Hermione. Someone’s curse hit Parkinson, not sure who.” Ginny said with a shrug.
“Alright. I’ve heard the other’s sides, and I’ve decided to give you all detentions. Friday, my office, eight o’clock sharp. You’re dismissed, Weasley.” The two made to stand up, before Draco realized she’d said ‘Weasley’. He sank back into his chair, feeling ill. Ginny shot him a mildly sympathetic look as she left, leaving him even more confused. They seemed to be in some unspoken truce, for Hermione’s benefit. Not friends, but she didn’t seem to hate him the way he’d expected.
“Malfoy, I’ve heard three different accounts of what happened, and only yours, Grangers, and Weasley’s match. Now, I’ve asked Granger and McLaggen, and would now like to hear from you how these rumors started.” She laced her fingers together, and fixed him with an expectant gaze.
“Well, Professor, the way I understand it, Granger invited McLaggen to Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party to get under the skin of Weasley. The brother, not the one who was just here. He was acting like an absolute troll, so I rescued Granger from his company, and we hid from him in a classroom down the hall. We didn’t realize that he’d followed us, but apparently we didn’t hide that well, because he… He said he watched at the door as Granger and I… Well, I’d rather not repeat what he said he witnessed.”
“And is his account accurate?” She asked, her gaze pinning him to his chair.
“I… I’m not sure, Professor. I’ve no idea what rumors he’s been spreading about her, and I don’t know when exactly he found us, or how much truth he’s put into his lies.”
“Well, give me the truth then.” McGonagall snapped, seeming peeved.
“Granger and I hid in the classroom, and I asked her for a dance, since we could still hear a bit of the music from the party…” He felt his face burning with the admission, quickly thinking about how much to tell her. Had Granger told her how far it’d gone? He doubted it.
“Then I… I kissed her.” He said, turning his face down, his cheeks flaming. McGonagall said nothing, and he could feel her eyes on him, waiting for him to continue.
“We snogged a bit, and we chatted… and… I may have been a bit handsy when we kissed…” He put the proper amount of shame into his voice, hanging his head.
“‘A bit handsy’?” the professor asked, sounding chastising.
“I know it was probably inappropriate behavior, but… I just… wasn’t thinking…” He said, glancing up at her apologetically. If there was one thing he was sure he could do, it was twist a story to his benefit. Or to the disadvantage of a certain gossiping git.
“I’ll let your head of house know about your inappropriate behavior, and he can determine a proper punishment.”
“But I’ve already got detention!” He argued, shaking his head in disbelief.
“A detention for the scene this morning with the hexes.” McGonagall countered, and pulled a bit of parchment to her, and began writing with harsh lines from her quill. “You’re dismissed, Mr. Malfoy.” He stood, and walked from her office numbly, waiting till he was halfway down the hall to let the grin spread across his face. He’d probably earned himself a second detention, but he cherished the thought of what McGonagall would do to McLaggen for spreading vulgar ‘lies’. He made sure to get his smile off his face before he entered his first period class, looking sour at the prospect of detention, and gossip.
A/N: I don't feel like McLaggen got hit with enough hexes, but I think adding more might've been overkill. :/
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