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Illusions Of Reality	By : Alexa_Sterling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: For Fan fiction. I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. I don't make any money/profit by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Beginnings
- 2-Nobody
- 3-Scars
- 4-Stares
- 5-Dreams
- 6-Requests
- 3
- 4
- 5
Author Notes:
Hey, people! I know I disappeared. But, I am too busy. Here is the new chappie and seriously do review. I'm really happy if you do. I forgot to mention in my haze. I rated this 'M' for the future chapters. For Language, Abuse and Scenes. I can promise smut. Not right now. Slowly but eventually. Have a nice time until next time! Thank you for your reviews. Eternally grateful for the dragon prints! Anything on your mind, speak up! Open to Suggestions.
Love you all,
Alexa.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Harry Potter is all the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just playing with her characters. I do not make any profit with this fan fiction.
Chapter 4: Stares
2nd September 1998, Wednesday, 5:13 A.M, Gryffindor Tower, The New Castle, Hogwarts.
I was shaking and healing myself frantically. I cut myself open again. Too much pain. Too much noise. Too much of everything. It was something I didn't fancy it, mostly because it was a messy thing. But, I lost it. I had no sleep. And memories make it too difficult to breathe. I needed relief. And that's what endorphin is for. The momentary relief is like a drug. A safe house when I try hard not to scream with pain in my head. When I try to look normal with out the sinking feeling in my gut as soon as I look at my reflection. I wanted to cry and lost the capacity to cry. I just had no outlet. I braced myself and tried healing again. I shouldn't have given him my supplies. The very reason I was saving them was this. To injure myself and then heal it leaving behind no scars.
The time I dressed up and made myself presentable to survive this day it was just past 6. My eyes were sunken and red rimmed. Glamour charms covered it pretty well. They always do. I was chanting it like a sacred hymn. I will not be bothered by him. I will not kill him over this. I will never go near him. It was bringing up memories that weren't needed. Not now, not ever. I didn't stop. There was nothing I couldn't do once I set my mind to it.
Now with my walls back in the place, I marched down to Great hall with a big sack of books. The sun was just rising above the horizon. The temperatures finally dropped. This August had fried us. It was pleasantly warm. It was good to be back at Hogwarts. This is the place that held so so so many memories. Of Harry, Ron and I. Of so many people. We had to rebuild this castle. For so many more generations to come. They shouldn't be living under the shadow of a war.
It was a long way down to the great hall. I could go to the Library. I doubt it's open. And Madam Pince.. well she wasn't exactly happy with me handling her precious books. But, once she got used to the fact that I loved books, probably more than she did and I wasn't going anywhere, she stopped bugging me every other minute. I don't think I could actually go to the library now. I was quite honestly famished and about to do something with this book I found in my mom's closet.
Last month, I was searching for something to wear for my date with Ron. I avoid their room mostly. But ... Ron was adamant I wear something really nice at least for once. I was rummaging her closet. It smelled like her. Clean, minty and chamomile. Mum's perfume. And dental floss. It was all home. All them. I missed them terribly. They were my everything. The sunshine of my world. I sat down on the floor of the closet drawing out comfort from that feeble fragrances. Thinking how nice it would be to hold them again. It was then I found this wrapped in velvet. It was my Mum's. I knew her loopy handwriting. Jean Granger. It was a worn out old diary. I had my share with diaries but this was no Horcrux.
Dear Hermione,
Happy 18th birthday. Your dad and I would have never been so proud of you as we are now. You are a delight, my dear. This is a gift from me. I know it's all dusty and battered It was a gift from your Grandma to you. She requested it to be passed on to you when you become a woman. You are a brave girl Hermione. You never show any weakness. But there are things .. that are not to be hidden. Matters of heart. Preserve your thoughts in this diary. Think of Grandma, me and dad every time you write anything in this. Tell this diary anything you can't tell us. We love you, sweetheart. Even if you are away from us, You will always be the heart and soul of our lives.
From,
Mum and Dad.
PS. Dad wants to buy you a new bookshelf and build a tree house. What say? Though, I'm sure that tree house is all for himself.
That note was written on a little piece of lavender coloured paper. My mom's favourite colour. They were planning to gift me this. Before I wiped out their memories. It was here, all the time I was running with Harry and Ron. I couldn't help but wonder how things would have been if I still had my parents with me. A happy family we were. Now it all sounded long ago. My gut clenches every time I see this diary. It was nothing very special. It was leather bound with intricate carvings like wood and a little branch with leaves charm fixed on the cover. A little lock fixed on it. Definitely Grandma's taste. My grandma passed away when I was little. I loved her dearly. Out of all her grandchildren, I was her favourite. She used to read me all those stories at bed time... make me chocolate chip cookies and An extra piece of cake for dessert. Her death brought so much grief. My mum wasn't able to recover for months. But, people who loved us; will always be in our hearts. Harry says that every time Ron and I are with him thinking about the past. He had seen too much, faced too much as well. I didn't want to burden him with my problems. Ron, I can't do that to him as well. He will give up everything to help me if he knew the reason I screamed. I didn't want to be the reason they suffered. They were the only family I was left with.
Sighing, I finally reached the Great Hall. Which was not so surprisingly empty. The courtyards, roof, staircases everything was damaged. Over the last few months, The order of Phoenix was doing all it can to fix the castle. The efforts were paying off, But it needed a lot more work. I sat down on the Gryffindor table. There were very few people up this early. Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, 3 Slytherins and a handful of Gryffindors. I contemplated what to do with this diary. Mum wanted me to write in it. What should I even write? It will all sound so horrible. My condition. But then she wanted me to have this for a reason. I sat down and poured my heart out for the first time on the paper. Since the war.
2nd September 1998, Wednesday, 8:23 A.M, Great Hall, Hogwarts.
I lost track of time. It wasn't until I felt someone slide beside me I lifted my head. Oh. Fiery red hair, Blue eyes, mouth set in a hard line. Ginny. An extremely pissed off Ginevra Weasley. Hide the diary! Hide it!
"Hello Ginny, Had a good night?" I asked her raising an eye brow.
"You know, I'm pissed off Hermione, don't sugar coat it." She warned.
"I know, I had to try. Can't have you hexing me can we?" I asked closing the diary. Unfortunately Ginny caught it.
"What is that?" Ginny asked peeking at me as I was shoving the diary into my sack.
"Not a Horcrux" I stated and Ginny narrowed her eyes at me.
"It was a diary," She said with her hands on her hips.
"Good observation," I said dryly. She glared at me.
"Don't you ... remember ..w hat a diary did to me?" Ginny asked me her voice faltering.
"Ginny.." I started feeling helpless for my friend. She suffered enough as well.
"Hermione! I .. I ..don't even know how to describe it. It was worse than to be imperiused. I hurt everyone. I almost killed myself. If it wasn't for Harry..." She gulped. "It was a nightmare. Please don't do this... It is dangerous." She pleaded.
"Ginny," I said calming her down. "Read this" I showed her the card my mum wrote for me. She was puzzled when she took the card from me. Her frown turned into something else and lifted her big blue eyes to meet my gaze.
"Hermione .. I .. I'm so sorry.." She choked out apologetically. I shook my head and gave her a sad smile.
"Don't. If something like that had happened to me, I would have been paranoid as well" I said. "I know your next question as well. Yes, I miss them. It's not the time to find them. I have things to do before I bring them back... Yes, I will bring them back, one day or other." I said.
"Hermione .. I know you are smart and everything. Please be careful will you?" She asked.
"I am always. Besides have you written to Harry and Ron?" I asked. She frowned.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. What do you want me to tell them about your fiasco with Malfoy" She hissed.
"Nothing" I replied quite calmly though I wanted to rip that bastard's head off.
"Nothing? What do you mean nothing? Yesterday you were all for him? What happened now?" She questioned angrily. I was now buttering my toast and turned to face her.
"I wanted to give him a chance Ginny. I foolishly believed that war might have taught him something. I was mistaken as you can see" I answered.
"So yesterday you vouched for him just to give him a chance?" She asked incredulously.
"No. He was not responsible for what happened yesterday." I defended. "The train stopped. We both got locked out and he helped me. That's it. There is nothing more. And I didn't want you people in trouble for hurting Malfoy." I said.
"But .. you could have just let it go. Let him suffer. He was the one, who put his neck on the line. You shouldn't have saved his ass" She reasoned.
"I can't just have him rot in Azkaban can I? That place is not something I would wish upon anyone. Even without the dementors." I said.
"It's not like you haven't done it earlier" She muttered and I stiffened. I pinned her with a curious look.
"What? I was there when Wizengamot sentenced him to Azkaban. Quite honestly, He doesn't look like someone out of Azkaban" She said. No, he didn't. I agreed.
I remember that day as clearly as it was yesterday. It was 10th May. Malfoys were being tried in the Wizengamot. Harry was holding my hand the entire time. Death eaters who were still alive were sent back to Azkaban. Lucius Malfoy for all the heinous crimes he did was sentenced for a life time in Azkaban. His deteriorating health being a major issue. He was bound to be kept under house arrest if things worsened further. He deflected after all. The Malfoy Attorney fought tooth and nail for that. Even if that meant, even more, hardships for rest of the family. Malfoy estate and properties were seized and evaluated. Most of their wealth was taken away by the Ministry for rebuilding the wizarding community. Narcissa Malfoy, for saving Harry, Was to be under House Arrest until Ministry decided it was okay to release her.
And Draco, His crimes were the attempted murder of Dumbledore, Imperusing Madame Rosmerta, Handing out the cursed necklace to Katie Bell, Poisoning Ronald Weasley, Letting in Death eaters into Hogwarts, Taking the death eater mark, witnessing the murder of Charity Burbage and torturing Thorfinn Rowle on Voldemort's orders and .. witnessing the torture of Hermione Jean Granger.
"Do you, Draco Lucius Malfoy, accept that the previously stared crimes are true?"
"Yes," He answered, His voice no more than a mere whisper. His eyes were sunken and looked even paler than before. His mother was crying uncontrollably.
His only redeeming activities being refusing to identify us in his Manor and deflecting at the last moment. That bought him some credit. But not enough to pardon all his crimes. I was all fine until I was called upon to the witness box. To discuss my torture.
"Miss Granger, Describe what happened in the Malfoy Manor"
"We were in hiding when snatchers caught us. I had disfigured Harry's face to save him. Fenrir Greyback and his men caught us and took us to Malfoy Manor. Bellatrix Lestrange called upon Draco Malfoy to identify us. He didn't." My only thought being: Don't tell them everything. Short and precise summary.
"He didn't?"
"No. He said he couldn't be sure if it was Harry Potter or not."
"Continue Miss Granger"
"They found the sword of Gryffindor with us. Bellatrix supposedly had a copy of the sword in her vault in Gringotts to safeguard as per Voldemort's instructions. She assumed we stole the sword. Bellatrix threw Harry and Ron into the dungeon to lock up in the prisons. And tortured me with repeated Crucio spells to reveal how I stole the sword. I assured her it a fake one. She didn't buy it. She continued to torture me for several sessions." I said stiffly my voice completely devoid of emotion like I was reciting a lesson and not my experience.
"Can you explain the nature of the torture?"
"I object! The nature of the torture and my feelings through it bear no connection to this trial"
"Very well. As for Mr Malfoy, was he present for your torture?"
I was dreading this moment. I looked at him and found him staring at me. Not even a single emotion flicked across his face. My hand shook. His features during my torture were something I can't forget even in my dreams. How he refused to help me, How he wished for my death rather than help me.
"Yes," I replied stonily.
"Did he by any measure participate in your torture?"
"No"
"Did he take any steps to save you"
"He couldn't have done it without killing himself for treason"
"And you justify it?"
"Are you asking me whether I justify the reluctance of a person to help me when I was being tortured? No Solicitor. He did what he had to do to survive. I did what I had to"
"Very well then"
They sentenced him to spend 3 months in Azkaban. House arrest after that until he turned 20. He was a supposed victim of the war. Was under pressure. They made him join Muggle Studies. Even survive without any elves. His pride was stripped away. He was nothing. People spit on the very ground he walked on. He didn't even change. I knew he will remain as high handed and cruel as he was then. There was nothing we could do for him except leave him be.
2nd September 1998, Wednesday, 8:35 A.M, Great Hall, Hogwarts.
"I know Ginny. He was released just last August. The Daily Prophet made a mess. Everyone remembers it." I said.
"But why is he here? Didn't he get enough of the taste of loathing he experiences from everyone?" Ginny questioned.
"Honestly, I don't know Ginny, I don't care. As long as he won't mess with me .. I won't mess with him." I clarified.
"What happened yesterday? Did he hurt you or something? " Ginny asked suspiciously. I laughed dryly.
"Nothing he hasn't already done" I assured. She wasn't all convinced but agreed not to tell Harry. We knew no one would tell Ron except Harry. Neville came up to us looking extremely happy. He looked like he was carrying a new Herbology book.
"Good Morning Neville! Looking too cheerful aren't you?" Ginny asked.
"Professor Sprout gave me this new book ..." He started explaining all about new plants that were going to installed in the Greenhouses. I zoned out again. Reliving memories did that.
"What do you think Hermione?" He asked out of the blue.
"Sorry what?" I asked a little clueless. I was hating this. What if this happens to me in the classes? I decided I won't think about such things any further.
"Professor Sprout says I can help her with the Greenhouses for extra credit. She says I can do it very well" He repeated.
"She is right" I agreed. Neville loved Herbology as much I loved Arithmancy.
"I wonder when Quidditch trials are from," Ginny said eating her breakfast.
"I think they will wait until things settle down. With yesterday's events" Neville said throwing an uncomfortable glance at me. Oh. People are angry at me for saving him.
"Have you seen Luna anywhere?" Ginny asked. Neville's jaw ticked. Luna and his break up was still raw. But in all honesty, he will always love her.
"I think we better go. They might be handing out the schedules" I said and added. "We might find Luna there"
"Okay" Ginny agreed and we got up and were just about to pass through the door when I crashed into someone and all my things flew in the air.
"Holy shit" I muttered picking up my sack.
"Hermione?" I heard my name. I know that voice. That sickly sweet one. Bloody hell? Is it Lav Lav. Cursing my fate I stood up to meet my least favourite person. Lavender Brown.
She stood there looking at me surprised. She even seemed hesitant. I put on that fake smile. No offence, Brown never made my life any better than it is already. Actually, she made it worse. What did Ron see in her? As I assessed her, Yep. She did have a kick ass body. No .. Don't even go there. Ron was no saint. I hardly need more mental images.
"Hello Lavender, You look good" I appreciated her truly. She was almost torn apart by Greyback. Apart from a scar that ran down her temple and right cheek she looked flawless.
"I .. I ... Thank you" She stammered. I laughed.
"Relax. I'm not going to bite your head off. What are you so nervous about anyway?" I asked. She shrugged and adjusted her scarf. A scarf in summer?
"Nothing... The first day of school .. just that. How are you? I heard about the train incident yesterday?" She asked. Lavender attempting small talk with me?
"Weren't you on Hogwarts express yesterday?" I asked curiously. No one was supposed to miss the train.
"I was caught up with some work. I got here just today morning" She said again adjusting her scarf. What's up with her? Ginny was watching our interaction with a well-practised smirk on her face.
"Hello Lav Lav" Ginny greeted and Brown turned scarlet.
"Hello" She mumbled embarrassed. Then she looked at Neville and ran her blue eyes down him. Poor Neville didn't even notice it. Ginny rolled her eyes heavenward.
"Have you seen Luna?" Ginny asked when Neville finally started getting uncomfortable.
"Uh... UH yes. Ground floor, Near the transfiguration classroom. They are handing out schedules" She said reluctantly taking her eyes off Neville.
"Then we better rush," I said and started towards Luna with Brown tagging behind us awkwardly.
"Aren't you going to walk any faster?" I snapped and she picked up her pace, startled, scowling at me. Good. I want us to be like this and not all chummy.
My schedule was all fine. Today I had DADA, Herbology and Ancient runes. I started examining the schedule when I was hit. My head throbbed and I saw spots dancing before me.
"What the fuck!" I snarled and whipped around to see none. Ginny and Neville were as surprised as well. What hit me was a book. Books can hurt as well. Who threw it?
"There" Ginny pointed and I blanched looking at them. Seamus and Nott were all tangled up and punching each other and throwing things at each other intent on ripping each other's clothes and throats.
"HOW DARE YOU TALK THAT WAY ABOUT HIM?" Nott snarled and punched Seamus.
"He is scum that walks on the earth," Seamus said and shoved Nott. I had to give Nott credit. He was strong.
"You are the scum," Nott said harshly and Dean came barrelling in. One kick in the ribs Nott was sprawled on the floor. He hit the floor pretty hard and winced.
"You don't belong here. Don't mess with us" Dean spat at him and Nott was about to get up and do something else when I stepped in.
"Alright break it up you people!" I yelled. They looked at me angrily. Nott was surprised.
"Hermione! Stop taking their side always!" Seamus accused. I turned on my death glare on him.
"Okay. Do you want to end up in detention for the rest of the year? Tell me? I don't care even if you break his nose or something. Do you want to be in trouble? I see Professor McGonagall heading this way" I told them and they paled.
"This is not over" Dean warned and Nott smirked at him. Seamus was about to kill him.
"Not until you pay for what you said" Nott replied.
"Go" I hissed. Dean and Seamus went the other way and Professor came barging in.
"What happened here?" She asked peering through her spectacles.
"Dean and Seamus picked up a brawl with Nott" I answered. Nott was surprised again. Of course, I was going to rat them out. They shouldn't be picking up fights in the corridor. They knew I was going to tell on them anyway.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor and Slytherin" She announced sternly.
"Mr Nott? What are you doing on the floor?" She asked glancing down at Nott who was staring at me.
"Nothing much. The view from this angle is quite nice" He answered and his innuendo didn't go unnoticed. Professor glared at him.
"Another fight, You end up in detention. Now, off to classes everyone" She ordered and everyone scattered. I turned to leave with Ginny and others. Ginny was standing stunned looking behind me. Surprised I turned. Nott was staring at me with barely concealed interest.
"Why Granger have you taken up saving us Slytherins?" Nott drawled amused.
"I'm the supposed saviour of downtrodden, aren't I? And no, I haven't taken up saving you snakes. I am saving my own. Can't afford to lose more house points can we?" I asked.
"You lovely Grffindorks. Always little miss sunshine aren't you?" Nott said smirking.
"And your point? I'm going to be late" I said. "Get up and hurry, Unless you want to spend the rest of the day on the corridor floor," I said intrigued as he stared unabashedly at me. Are the glamour charms failing?
"Oh? I would love to as long as you are walking down this corridor" He said his eyes twinkling. If I weren't so surprised I would have found Nott extremely sexy at this point. His messy brown hair was all but obscuring his vision and his blue eyes shining. He wasn't reedy like looked back then. I could see the muscles flexing beneath his robes.
"I don't think so. Here's your book which you threw at me. I would have said nice aim if it hadn't hit so hard." I replied tardily and handed him his DADA book swishing around leaving with Ginny with Brown by my side.
"Hey, Granger!" Nott called out. I stopped in my tracks. What now? I turned to face him. He gave a smirk. A sexy one. That pulled all the right strings.
"You have sexy legs," He said. I stopped breathing. Ginny coughed violently and grabbed hold of Neville who dropped his new herbology book over which Lavender tripped and landed on the floor her scarf flying out of the window.
"What?" Ginny spluttered before I could retort.
"I said Granger has sexy legs. Can't blame a bloke... The view from here is quite flattering" He said wriggling his eyebrows suggestively. Which I actually found cute and chuckled.
"Well, Thank you. I would have complimented you had a nice butt but you seem to get it kicked around by us Gryffindors, Better luck next time" I said chuckling.
"I look forward to next time" He called out as I turned.
"In your dreams Nott. Dream on" I said shaking my head through peals of laughter. Then my gaze fell on Lavender. What the...
"Are those love bites?" Ginny asked surprised as soon as she saw Brown forgetting all about Nott.
"Uh .. I need to go .. Bye," Lavender said hastily and rushed almost tripping over her own feet. We stood there awkwardly staring at the retreating form of Lavender.
"Explains the work, for which she missed the train" Neville mused.
"Explains why she kept adjusted her scarf every other minute" I added.
"Doesn't explain why Theodore Nott was openly flirting with you in the corridor" Ginny accused with her hands on her hips.
"What?" I said shrugging. Then rolled my eyes. "He was just complimenting. There is a difference Ginny" I told her.
"Okay, how many guys have you dated?" Ginny asked and Neville started violently turning the pages of his book checking for any damage. I glared at Ginny.
"Two," I said through gritted teeth.
"One of whom is a dunderhead and the other one couldn't even pronounce your name let alone flirt with you. You know nothing Hermione Granger" She said.
"Viktor was the sweetest person I ever knew!" I defended. "And Hey! It was me who gave you relationship advice! See how wonderful it turned out" I said angrily.
"Yeah yeah... DENY all you want. He was flirting with you. How did I end up with such an oblivious and unobservant girl? Do you even realize how beautiful you are Mione? Nott likes you" Ginny said and started towards the door.
"OBLIVIOUS? HEY!" I yelled. "I am not Oblivious and unobservant. I know what's happening around me"
"Yeah, that's why you didn't even listen to the part when I said you are beautiful and Nott likes you. Yeah .. Not at all oblivious" Ginny said. Oh.
2nd September 1998, Wednesday, 9:13 A.M, DADA Classroom, Hogwarts.
I barged into the DADA classroom panting. Shit shit shit. I was late by whole 15 minutes. It was the first day. First class and a new professor. I cursed.
Several heads turned. I could make out Corner, Goldstein, Boot, Macmillan, Parkinson, Parvati and Padma. Neville tagged behind me and barged in almost knocking me down.
"About time," Professor Whitfield said smiling. He seemed pleasant and to my relief didn't seem to have started the class already. I sighed.
"Mr Longbottom have a seat by Miss Abbot. Well .. Miss Granger" He said glancing around. "You can have the seat right there. The last one, by Mr Malfoy" My stomach dropped.
"Professor, Aren't there any other seats?" I asked knowing it was futile. There were none.
"No, Is there any problem Miss Granger?" He asked curiously.
"No Professor," I said ignoring the stares as I dropped my sack on the desk and sat down beside him. I didn't even try and glance at him.
"As I was saying. I'm Howard Whitfield. Auror. Undercover. I worked in various ministries all over the world. I quit the job and wanted to settle down to something much more peaceful. Then, I came across this job in Hogwarts, And here am I" He said grinning. "Well, that's me. I already know more than half of you. Quite famous you lot. Well, Let's start the class then. We will be practising spells and be studying more about dark artefacts and how they function, in pairs. You are sitting beside your partner for this year. Congratulations folks. Please open your text books to the chapter on non-verbal spells. I need to know how good you are at it" He said.
I knew I turned pale. Am I partnered with Malfoy? No. NO... Nooooo
"Anyone, Tell me the advantage of non-verbals?" He asked just like Snape. A few people raised their hand including me. Professor picked on Parvati Patil.
"We can counter attack our enemies with out even uttering the spell. They can't anticipate what we are going to do next" She said. Professor nodded. "Anyone more?" As usual, Even before I was called on or before any one else could open their mouth I shouted.
"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you are about to perform, which gives you a split-second advantage" Haven't these people learnt this when I said it back in the 6th year?
"Excellent. 10 points to Gryffindor" "Everyone, look up more on this subject in your text books, We will see how to identify cursed objects with Non-Verbals"
"Didn't I say the same thing in a simpler way?" Parvati asked loudly. Her partner shrugged.
"Bloody Know it all. Did someone even call on her? Always ready to steal the limelight" Someone else said. And I sighed burying my nose in the text book.
The rest of the period I successfully ignored Malfoy. He didn't even pay attention to what was being taught. He sat there staring aimlessly. I glanced at him periodically. No denying he was handsome. That pale angular cheek had a light stubble. I liked his hair when it was like this. Not gelled back. His piercing grey eyes staring straight ahead. I looked back into my book. Don't think about him. He will always be a pure blooded bigot. I didn't need more trouble.
"Now, List out a few spells with your partners" Professor announced. I waited patiently for 10 minutes. Malfoy didn't even turn to look at me.
"Are you going to sit there doing nothing?" I asked annoyed. He didn't respond.
"Fine. Have it your way. I'm not doing this work for you" I said and started writing.
"You didn't have any problem helping those idiots you call friends," He said.
"They don't roam around calling me a Mud blood" I spat.
"They don't call you by your rightful name. That's it" He said coolly. It felt like I have been slapped.
"Why disgrace yourself sitting with me? Move your ass elsewhere" I snarled.
"It's you who is sitting at my desk," He said.
"I'm not going to waste my time arguing with you. Are you going to help me or not?" I asked.
"No," He said leaning back and crossing his arms as I completed the work. I was about to say that I completed the work first when Malfoy stopped me.
"If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut Granger," He said coldly.
"Exactly. You are not me. And why are you so concerned?" I asked. He grunted.
"Concerned my ass. People are not exactly happy with you. You haven't been a model figure since the war, have you? No one appreciates brains Granger" He said glancing at me and pinning me under his gaze. My heart thudded.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, A mud blood besting all the people here? Standing up for Slytherins? Tell me would like the bug under your feet to beat you?" He asked.
"So you say I should stop studying just because a few idiots like you are jealous?" I asked.
"Careful there" He warned.
"Stay away from me," I said.
"I don't even want to breathe the same air as you mud blood... You aren't even supposed to be here. You don't belong here" He spat.
"Fuck you. I don't care" I snarled.
"Tut tut Granger... What would anyone say if they hear you cussing like a sailor?" He drawled out.
"I would say sitting with a bastard does that to people" I retorted. He whipped out his wand ready to attack me.
"You wouldn't dare," I said meeting his gaze angrily and then turning away to raise my hand to notify Professor Whitfield. I could feel his angry eyes on me.
"I wouldn't. There are many who would love to show you your right place" He warned before turning away. I couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my spine as Professor appreciated my work. I couldn't stop the angry stares. Neither could I walk away when a Slytherin first year fell. No one wanted to do anything with the Slytherins. They were alienating them. Death eater kids in particular. I couldn't help but feel Malfoy was right when Ginny pointed it out to me that some Ravenclaws were staring at me in Lunch. Pointing at me at shouting out "That frilly hair beast is The Hermione Granger?" "She is so ugly" "She is a know it all! Can't keep her mouth shut in a class!" "Has no sense of fashion" I didn't care. I never did. "Isn't she a mud blood?" One of them asked. Ginny held my arm tightly. I didn't lash out.
They knew me. Not my story.
2nd September 1998, Wednesday, 7:35 P.M, 7th-floor corridor, Hogwarts.
7th years had to help renovate the castle every Wednesday from 7 to 9. I was helping with the 7th floor. The room of requirement was almost burnt down by the Fiendfyre. The order members stopped the Fiendfyre but the room of hidden things was destroyed completely. It was a known rule not to wish for the room now. I had been trying to access the room for the past half an hour. The room wasn't functioning since the skirmish and appeared only occasionally.
I was walking wishing for a room to sit when I felt someone pass by me. The wind gushed in my ears. I turned and looked. There was none. I whipped out my wand and carefully looked. Suddenly the room of requirement's door appeared. How odd. I carefully approached it. My footsteps echoing in the corridor which was empty. I opened the door. It was a tiny cupboard. I would have mistaken it for a broom closet if not there weren't any brooms and it being extremely tiny. It wasn't something I had asked for... That means .. Shit.
The wind was knocked out of me and my wand was whipped out of my hand. I was shoved into the cupboard and locked shut.
"What the! LET ME OUT!" I screamed banging the door. I couldn't even shove the door. It was tightly sealed shut and seemed solid enough not to budge.
"Serves you right, You know it all mud blood. Scream all you want!! No one will hear you!" I heard a voice. I couldn't even decipher. My vision started getting hazy. I coughed. The room was choking me.
"Help! Help me!" I yelled fruitlessly and kicked the door with all my might. It didn't even budge. It was solid. I banged the door and yelled and yelled until black spots danced before my vision. I coughed and coughed until my throat was raw. My head hurt. It was all dark. Darkness is a trigger. The screams and voices started haunting me. How could I be so stupid? I should have been more careful. If only I had my wand. Oh .. No.. The memories came rushing. I was starting to lose my ability to even think. I wasn't able to do anything. I was dying. I crumpled on the floor as the lack of oxygen caught on to me.
The last thing I saw was light and grey eyes before everything blacked out.
Malfoy.
He saved me. I was flat on the floor of 7th-floor corridor gulping in air greedily. My skin turned blue. They were shaking. My feet felt numb. My hands and head hurt. My knuckles were all scraped. He stood there looming above me looking amused.
"You twitch like a chicken" He stated. How dare he make fun of me when I was dying?
"Shut up Malfoy," I said weakly.
"Not so strong are we now? Take your wand and get up Granger" He said. I glared at him.
"Stop ordering me," I told him.
"Nice way to thank your saviour. It isn't my fault Granger. I told you to be careful. Why were you trying to kill yourself in a cupboard of the room of requirement of all places? Not that I care? There are many other places to kill yourself" He said. My anger spiked up.
"Like the Astronomy tower Malfoy? Don't want someone like me dying in the room of requirement do we? Aren't they your favourite places from the sixth year?" I said getting up. He shoved me against the wall pressing his body hard against mine pinning my wrists above my head.
"Listen to me Mud blood. Didn't I ask you to keep your mouth shut? At this rate, you will get yourself killed even before the term begins. I'm warning you just shut up" He snarled.
"And if I don't?" I asked.
"Then I won't be there every time to save you. There are people out there who would love nothing more than to spill your filthy blood. You are nothing. You don't even belong here" He said coldly.
"We all have seen how filthy my blood is didn't we?" I snarled.
"Yes. And it should have ended right there. You weren't even supposed to live. I shouldn't have even saved you. It will be a mistake I won't be repeating" He snapped.
"I should have let you rot in Azkaban. Would love nothing more than spending time with daddy dearest won't we?" I retorted. Anger clouded my senses. So did it for him. He pressed me tighter against the wall hurting me as his face, inches from mine was contorted in rage.
"Don't dare to speak to me in that tone, You filthy little whore" He warned me.
"Fuck you," I said and spat at him. He turned his face away from in disgust. Wiping his face with his sleeve, never releasing me.
"HOW DARE YOU" He howled at me and closed his fist around my neck choking me.
"I did nothing you didn't deserve" I retorted.
"You will get what you deserve mud blood," He said hoisting me up as my feet are dangling twitching. I was feeling the lack of air as his fist tightened around my neck. "The next time you do something like that, I promise I will kill you" He hissed.
"I .. won't .. give .. you .. that .. chance" I spit out and blasted him off me wandlessly that drained my energy... He ended up on the other side of the wall with a resounding thump as I crumpled on the floor bonelessly. The voices returned in full force.
Before I could even get up, I was pinned to the wall magically. He sauntered his way up to me looking like Angel of Death. Looking extremely pissed off.
He lifted up my chin crashing my head into the wall. I hissed.
"Nice to know something can hurt the Gryffindor Mud blood." He told me coldly. I met his gaze.
"I thought you would change. You are no better. You are turning out like your father Malfoy. Perhaps even worse. They should have never let you out" I said calmly.
"You know nothing about me. You worthless piece of shit. Just because you whore around you can't just say such things to me!" He snarled shoving me back. I moaned in pain. I had to escape. Having no other go I bit his hand tasting the copper of his blood. He withdrew snarling.
"YOU MUD BLOOD" He bellowed releasing me about to hex me to oblivion shoving me roughly against the wall for the whatever time .. I lost track.
I tried to wipe off the blood dripping down my chin as I looked up at him. His hot breath was tickling my skin.
"Your blood is filthier than you claim mine is. It's the blood of a murderer. A cold hearted bastard. You are a disgrace. You can kill me. But, nothing can redeem you." I said. He stared at me with cold grey eyes. Suddenly his hand cupped my cheek and I stilled. My breath halted. His eyes never left mine.
He wiped off the blood on my chin and traced my lip with his thumb. My heart was thudding as shivers ran down my spine. I stood there frozen as he looked at me. Then as suddenly as he did everything... He released me in one fluid motion and walked away his robes swishing behind him as I crumpled on the ground my wand rolling on the floor being dropped from his pocket.
2nd September 1998, Wednesday, 10:40 P.M, New Castle, Hogwarts.
I went and told Professor McGonagall about what happened to me leaving out what Malfoy did to me. I didn't even begin to understand what he was even thinking. Professor was appalled. She wanted to let me off the renovation works. I convinced her that I will have someone tag along with me every time I do it. She agreed. She said she will look into the matter. I nodded and left wordlessly.
He left me crazy. Why did he attack me? Save me? Curse me? Then be so kind to me? What is even going on in his head? Why is he doing all this to me? I thought, tracing my scar in front of the mirror. I started thinking about the thousands of times he insulted me. He was acting differently. No doubt. Something was wrong with him.
I tried to sleep. Maybe tonight I will have some peace. I could at least wish for it. I had completed all my work. Even scheduled out for tomorrow and ruled out visiting the library for today. I was exhausted. A little dreamless happy sleep can work. Before I knew I drifted off.
I was dreaming of him. His eyes. How he held me against the wall. How he spoke to me today. Everything. Suddenly. It felt like the ground shook. I opened my eyes to meet his. I was still dreaming.
"Listen to me Mud blood. Didn't I ask you to keep your mouth shut? At this rate, you will get yourself killed even before the term begins. I'm warning you just shut up" He snarled.
"And if I don't?" I asked.
"Then I won't be there every time to save you. There are people out there who would love nothing more than to spill your filthy blood. You are nothing. You don't even belong here" He said coldly.
"We all have seen how filthy my blood is didn't we?" I snarled.
"Yes. And it should have ended right there. You weren't even supposed to live. I shouldn't have even saved you. It will be a mistake I won't be repeating" He snapped.
I was reliving the moment. I felt the anger and despair run through me again. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to make him suffer for saying something like that. I didn't feel that earlier. My emotions were amplified.
"You know nothing about me. You worthless piece of shit. Just because you whore around you can't just say such things to me!" He snarled shoving me back. I moaned in pain. I had to escape. Having no other go I bit his hand tasting the copper of his blood. He withdrew snarling.
"YOU MUD BLOOD" He bellowed releasing me.
I tried to wipe off the blood dripping down my chin as I looked up at him. His hot breath was tickling my skin. Then I felt it. Something strange. Something more pronounced than last time. I saw something flicker in his. This didn't happen earlier?
"Your blood is filthier than you claim mine is. It's the blood of a murderer. A cold hearted bastard. You are a disgrace. You can kill me. But, nothing can redeem you." I said. He stared at me with cold grey eyes. Suddenly his hand cupped my cheek and I stilled. My breath halted. His eyes never left mine.
He wiped off the blood on my chin and traced my lip with his thumb. My heart was thudding as shivers ran down my spine. I stood there frozen, as he looked at me.
Then it happened.
His lips descended on mine. My world starting spinning. I didn't push him away... I didn't break the kiss. He cupped my cheek and kissed me hungrily, drawing me close to himself. I felt his hard abs beneath my hands as I steadied myself fisting his shirt. He tasted like mint and chocolate. Fresh and alluring. His lips were warm and moist. I felt something I have never felt before. A hunger. To taste more of him. To have more. His other hand tightened on my waist and I moaned at the sensation. I held him to me, my fingers buried in his platinum blonde hair.
It was like setting myself free. Little shivers of pleasure ran down my spine as he devoured my mouth with abandon. I thought nothing .. said nothing. It was all about the feeling. Of how good this felt. How right it felt. My lips parted wanting more and our tongue caressed mine. It was heaven. My legs were turning into jelly and my head was turning into a mush. I didn't care. I wanted him. All of him.
I bit down on his lip and he growled. It was unbelievably sexy. The kisses grew wild, more urgent .. and more passionate and I was losing all sense. I was losing control over myself. I moaned as he bit down on my lip drawing out my blood. I hissed and broke the kiss.
He licked his lips and threw me a devilish smile as my heart thudded uncontrollably. Everything south of my body started throbbing. His lips were swollen, hair askew. He looked thoroughly snogged.
"Your blood is not filthy," He said before I woke up panting.
What the hell was that dream about? I thought, touching my lips. I bit down on them and now they were bleeding. My knickers were all wet and I was shaking. What in the name Merlin's saggy pants was that? Was I dreaming about kissing Draco Malfoy? But why?
Before I could decipher anything I realized it. I didn't just dream about kissing him. I wanted him.. I.. I kissed him back. Oh lord .. What is happening to me?
END NOTES:
Hey, thanks everyone for putting up with me and reading this! Please review! I would be so happy if you do! I might be a little irregular with updating! But I'm not abandoning this fic! Thank you anyway!
Alexa.
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