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Scars	By : LadyFreak Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor to I make any money from this story. These characters are JKR's, I just play with them.

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The next couple of weeks followed the same routine as the first day. Hermione would wake early and shower and dress, then wait for Draco. They would then walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast, chatting about the classes they had or homework that was due. After dinner, which Hermione was eating more and more of, they would retire to the common room and do their essays, helping each other out with questions here and there.

The only time the routine was marred was on the nights of the prefect meetings and nights they patrolled.

Hermione found it easy to talk to Draco. She could see he found his education important. But not only that, he was intelligent as well. He was a great conversationalist and Hermione enjoyed his company.

During the third week of school, the week of Hermione’s birthday, the prefect meeting was focused on the events that would be held. One item agreed on by all who attended the meetings was a school dance. Well two to be exact. A Holiday Ball before the Christmas Break, and a Graduation Ball for graduates and their dates. They agreed because of NEWTS and the heavy course load that two would be enough.

The following weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend and Hermione was on the wall about going or not. Ginny had already told her she was taking her to the Three Broomsticks and no arguments were to be had. Hermione also owled Harry Ron to see if they could come by. She had been owling her friends once a week about how classes were going. She didn’t mention Draco too much, just that he was at the school, Head Boy, and not causing her any problems. “Trust me, Harry, if he were, you’d know straight away” she wrote. She had to write to Ron as well, more out of habit than need.

But with her owls sent, only 4 by now to each boy, she had received none in return. She was starting to sink back into the black hole of depression. She began eating less again and not getting as much sleep. Draco noticed the change in her immediately but didn’t want to push the matter. That Friday he asked her if she was going into Hogsmeade “Yeah, Ginny’ll hex me if I don’t”. Draco chuckled at that answer, knowing full well she wasn’t exaggerating. That red head was a force to be reckoned with.

“Are Potter and Weasley going to come visit then?” He asked, and then watched her eyes darken. “I only ask because I was wondering if I could join you. I know if they come it would be easier for the both of us if they didn’t see us chatting all friendly.”

She let out a sigh. “Honestly Draco, I don’t know. I’ve been writing since school started and haven’t received one letter in return. I asked them specifically to come this weekend because of my...” she cut herself off before she told Draco of the occasion “my er... missing them. But just in case, not this weekend, okay?” She really did want him to come, but didn’t want him to know about her birthday.

He knew she was lying, but also knew better than to push her. He really felt like they were becoming friends. “Alright. I understand.” He said smiling. But it was a real smile because he really did understand.

When Saturday dawned, the two roommates followed their usual routine, opting for casual clothes instead of the school robes. It was unusually warm for the season, so Hermione opted for a tank top and light sweater over a denim knee length skirt. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and she threw on some ballet flats to complete the look. They headed to breakfast together chatting about seemingly nothing, but in reality everything.

When it came time to head to town, Draco patted her on the back quick before heading back to his commons. She was his only friend this year and he didn’t feel like getting stares from students AND the business owners of Hogsmeade.

Hermione met up with Ginny outside of the doors. She knew Draco understood why she couldn’t have him there with her, but she still felt bad. And if she was honest with herself, she felt kind of sad too. Turning to her friend with a smile, the two began walking. “Have you heard from the boys? Are they coming?” Hermione asked nonchalantly.

“Harry is in training and it’s hard for him to have any free time. The only one I’ve heard from is mum.”

“How is she?”

“Hermione, she is great. Almost back to her old self. She still has days, but she no longer spends them wallowing in sorrow curled up in bed. She’s taken to activities to help relieve the sadness! Merlin, Hermione, you’ll never know what she was doing last week!” Hermione looked at her friend quizzically. “She was degnoming the garden… I mean… full out twirling and tossing gnomes over the far wall.” By the time Ginny finished telling her about Molly’s ‘therapy’ of gnome throwing, the girls were laughing so hard there were tears coming from their eyes.

They headed through the crowded streets of Hogsmeade and straight into the Three Broomsticks. Hermione found a table while Ginny headed to get the drinks.

“Well… if it isn’t the filthy little mudblood” Hermione heard a sneer behind her. She decided to ignore the voice. She knew the sickly sweet snobbish voice of Astoria Greengrass and didn’t need to turn around to see her. She looked up to see where Ginny was to see that her table, and anyone’s view of her, was blocked by a group of Slytherins.

“What the hell Greengrass?” she said with a hint of anger in her voice. She could feel her wand in her pocket, but could also see the angle or the arms of the group around her that they already had theirs trained on her. Fuck. She thought to herself.

“You’re right, you’re in hell Granger” answered another Slytherin.

She couldn’t help it then. She laughed. “oh.. haha… that… that was… so… hahaha… corny”

“Shut it you bitch!” Greengrass stated. Hermione’s laughter had subsided and she only had giggles now and again. Then she watched in horror as all students shared a look and knew what would happen. Just as the curses headed for her, Hermione’s adrenaline kicked in and she created a wandless shield. The force of so many hexes against her shield, still send Hermione flying off her seat and into the wall.

Things were a blur after that. Hermione didn’t black out, but watched stars and black spots across her eyelids. When she looked up from her place on the floor, she noticed all 4 students pushing their way out the door. Ginny had been looking for Hermione and watched in horror as her friend flew from her chair. She was only able to catch Greengrass with the full-body curse, with the rest running away.

The room was chaos. Everyone was running to be sure Hermione was okay. “I’m fine. I’m fine!” she yelled. Someone had sent a patronus up to the school to let the teachers know that someone would collect greengrass. A couple of prefects stood to either side of the stiff girl. “Alright you two, get her up to the school. The teachers are expecting her.” Hermione told them.

When people started fussing over her Hermione remembered her position and what happened to a student who was thrown against walls. A certain madam Pomfrey would want her to put in a hospital gown, but that would show her scars. She decided she didn’t want that to happen. “Ginny!” she called. The red head bounded over to her friend and crouched in front of her.

“You alright ‘Mione?”

“Yeah, fine, just bruised. Can you help me up. I really don’t feel like spending my night in the hospital wing and I think if I stick around, that just might happen.” Ginny looked disapprovingly “Please Gin? I don’t want to spend my birthday in the hospital.” That did it. Ginny’s wall crumbled and nodded in assent.

“Move!” she yelled into the crowd. Ginny helped Hermione stand and then led her out. They made their way up to the castle slowly.

Ginny led Hermione to the Heads’ rooms and let her go. “Sure you’re alright?” She asked for the millionth time.

“Positive. Thanks Ginny. I really didn’t want to spend my birthday in the hospital wing.”

“Alright, just promise me that you’ll go if you don’t feel well tomorrow.”

“Promise”

Unbeknownst to the two friends, a certain blonde hair grey eyed wizard could hear every word through the portrait.

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A/N: OK, i know i know... everything bad happens to Hermione, but trust me with this!! This also sort of came out of left field. But its Murphy's Law!! My Muse wanted to throw her into the wall... so i had to, ok? Bear with me... and wait for the next chapter *grins*
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