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The worst days of our lives	By : LadyDisdain Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 5491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Draco sat in Potions, listening to his godfather drone on and on about some ingredient that should not be added this day.

‘I bet a months worth of honeyduke supplies that he is trying to scare and confuse Longbottom. And that Longbottom will actually manage to use the root in his potion,’ Blaise whispered. Draco smirked.

‘Not gonna bet on that, I agree with you.’

Again, like so often lately, he felt his eyes drawn to the Golden Trio. What kind of name was that anyway? Granger and Potter were hiding something and they were currently lying about it to the She-Weasel. If Draco had to take a guess, it was that Potter slept with someone and the She-Weasel couldn’t know. But who? His first instinct screamed Granger, but she just didn’t seem like the type to do that. Obviously, she did know about it, so she would have something to do with it. But would she take a rumble in the sack with Potter? Draco had always assumed she would end up with the Weasel. Maybe he had to dig around and do some detective work.

****

Pansy felt really small in Potions. That morning a Hufflepuff had rudely bumped into her, bruising her upperarm. She didn’t even know the guy, but he apparently knew her. As he looked her over from toe to head he had sneered: ‘Bitch,’ and then he walked away.

Most of the times she held her head down, so she didn’t notice most of the glares she felt people aimed at her. But today it was like everyone had it out for her. Logically, she knew that wasn’t true, but today it seemed like her emotions overran her common sense. She did not like that one bit.

‘Pans, you alright?’ Blaise whispered, bending over the desk and effectively blocking Draco’s parchment.

‘Fine,’ she mumbled. She had no incline to talk about it. Talking about feelings or problems did not make them go away. It only gave more food for thought and she had plenty of that, thank you very much. How could she make the bullying stop? What could she do to make everyone aware of her situation.... There had to be a way. There had to be someone who she could talk to. Someone with influence. As she glanced at her classmates, the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were eliminated very soon. They were of little importance. The Gryffindors could make a change for her. But did she have the guts to do it. If there was anyone she could approach, it was probably pacifistic Granger. Granger, who always championed for the underdog. Maybe...

****

Hermione slowly cut her porkchop in pieces, separating the food on her plate. She had been so hungry all day, but now she had a plate filled with eatable products in front op her, she felt like retreating to her room. Just read a book, or work on an essay. It took her mind off things.

‘Did you hear Levington talk today? Big tough guy, coward. I can’t stand people like him,’ Neville nearly spat. Hermione glanced around the table uncertainly. Before she could reply, Ginny spoke up.

‘Well, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same. I happen to fully agree with him. Some people should just be locked up for their thoughts.’

Hermione frowned. ‘And who’s going to decide who will be locked up for thought? You, Gin? Seriously. What are you guys talking about anyway?’

Ginny glared at Hermione for one second, then turned her face to Harry. ‘I think someone is just agitated that she didn‘t receive the position she hoped for. But, we were talking about Parkinson. If cowards exist, she is one of them.’

Hermione looked at her plate. What had Parkinson done to make everyone hate her so? Sure, Hermione didn’t particularly like the girl either, she had always been mean to Hermione and her friends. But that was no reason to hate her. It worried Hermione how easily her friends seemed to fall back in the hate relationship with all people who had different beliefs and opinions. It was scaring her.

‘Well? Why? Is someone going to explain?’ Hermione asked impatiently as she waved her fork around.

Harry glanced at her uncertainly. ‘Well, she wasn’t on our side during the war.’

Hermione let out an undignified snort. ‘Duh. Who doesn’t know that? If we take a go at everyone who wasn’t with us in the war we’d be having a fulltime job on our hands. What makes her special.’

‘Don’t you remember Hermione?’ Ginny asked with a sad look in her eye. ‘Parkinson was the one who screamed to turn Harry over to You-Know-Who, so we could end the war. She wanted to give up before it even started. And worst of all, she would have given Harry’s life for it. If that isn’t cowardice...then I don’t know what it.’

With a sympathetic glance at Ginny, Hermione sighed. She could understand Ginny’s fear. Of all people, Ginny had had so much too lose during the war. She was in the middle of it all, but wasn’t included in any group, thus she must have felt very lonely. The Order felt she was too young, Harry and Ron didn’t want her involved because she was too precious to Harry. Her entire family had been on the front line of the war and she never got any chance to settle a score. It must have been hard on her.

Hermione felt embarrassed, how couldn’t she have seen this before. It wasn’t weird that Ginny seemed to fight the battle after the war. It was the only battle she could fight.

‘Maybe you’re right Gin,’ Hermione said with a small smile. ‘She had no right to sell Harry out like that. I’m just glad he’s still with us.’

Somewhere from behind Hermione she heard footsteps breaking out in a run. She turned around just in time to see the back of a blonde girl who ran out of the Great Hall.

‘Thanks Hermione. She heard,’ Neville said frostily as he stabbed his potato with force.

Hermione frowned. ‘Who heard?’

‘Parkinson.’

‘Oh.’

****

Draco sat in the library, huddled behind a book case. Every few minutes he would glance around the corner, then continue drawing furiously in his drawing pad. Behind the bookcase sat a pretty fifth year Ravenclaw studying. Draco tried his best to draw her as life like as possible, but it was hard. He hardly had any real life models to learn it from, so it was mainly experimenting. He, Draco Malfoy, just couldn’t ask any girl to sit still and model for him. No one would be crazy enough..

He never heard the footsteps come up behind him, so when he felt a presence breathing in his neck he yelped and shut his drawing pad.

‘What the ..-? I didn’t expect you to welcome my presence with open arms Malfoy, but you seem positively terrified. Sorry,’ Granger said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. Draco exhaled deeply and checked around the corner. Damn, the Ravenclaw was packing her stuff.

Granger leaned over him and saw the Ravenclaw get up to leave. ‘What were you doing anyway? Some naughty?’

Draco leaned back and snorted. ‘Naughty? My, my Granger, is that filthy mind of you bothering you again?’

‘Not really, but normal people don’t yelp like that when they’re doing something legal.’ Draco held his pad ridiculously close to his chest, which obviously made Granger laugh. ‘I’m not going to steal it from you.’

‘You couldn’t, even if you wanted to.’

Granger eyed the pencils and eraser on the table. ‘Drawing again?’

‘None of your business Granger. Are you here with a purpose or just to annoy me? If so, mission accomplished. Now leave.’

‘Of course I’m not here to annoy you. Wouldn’t dream of it. No, I was wondering if you’ve seen Parkinson. But I do think that gracing you with my presence is slightly more entertaining then talking to your ex girlfriend, so I think I’ll stay for a bit until you tell me what you’re doing and why.’

Draco smirked nastily. If that was the way she wanted to play this game, then she could have it.

‘I am not going to tell you what I was doing or why. But, I do have a question for you.’ Could he ask it? He might spill this one chance he had. But if she took the bait, he might have his way. Was it work the risk? Or would he overplay his hand? ‘What is this little thing Potter’s hiding from his girlfriend? It obviously involves you.’

Granger’s eyes went wide.

‘Could it be? Did Potter actually sleep with someone else? You tell me Granger, I am dying to know.’

‘Shut up Malfoy, obviously, and like usual, you have no idea what you’re talking about. So what if Harry did? I bet everyone has a few flings before finding a real relationship.’ A blush seemed to creep into her cheeks.

Draco laughed. ‘Oh, you are good Granger. From the nonsense you just sprouted I can tell you are defending the poor, poor girl that had the misfortune to lay under Potter for a good 30 seconds. So, he really did cheat on his She-Weasel then? I always thought Potter and his principles were inseparable, but I guess that even the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn’t-Die has his flaws. So who was it?’

Granger seemed to get more nervous by the minute, fidgeting with a button from her blouse. ‘Stop it Malfoy. Don’t be ridiculous. Harry would never cheat on Ginny. Now, the real reason I am here: Where is Parkinson, I have to talk to her.’

‘You don’t think you’d be getting off that easy, do you?’ Draco smirked. ‘So, it was you. I didn’t believe it when the thought first occurred to me, but now that I think about it. I’m sure you two make a lovely couple. But, the question is: why do you want to keep it a secret? Why can’t the Weasels know? I’m sure they’re not going to be happy when they find out about this.’

Granger looked more mortified by the second. ‘It is a question of ‘if’ they find out, not when,’ she mumbled.

Draco’s jaw nearly dropped. They actually did it. Sure, he teased her, but he never believed that they really shagged. This was huge.

‘So, what does it take to buy your silence?’ she asked with a cranky face.

‘Huh, what do you mean?’ Draco shook out of his stupor. Why hadn’t he thought of that.

‘You know, the fact that you probably aren’t going to keep quiet from the goodness of your heart? What do you want in return?’

Draco suddenly had a great idea. A stupid idea, but great. Would she be foolish enough to go along with it? His thoughtful expression changed into a devilish smirk. ‘Well, there is this one thing. Stand up straight Granger.’

‘What?’ she asked confused.

‘I said straight. Arms by your sides. Great, now turn around. Slowly.’

Granger hesitantly turned around, her uncertain face begging Draco not to make fun of her.

‘Mmmm,’ Draco mumbled as he took a good long look at her. ‘Yes, you will do perfectly.’

‘What are you talking about Malfoy? I swear do not mess with me. I could just as easily obliviate you and you won’t remember shit about Harry or me.’

Draco grinned. ‘There is a very easy way to keep me silent. It’s very easy. At the most it’ll take up a few hours but that is it. The question is, do you agree to it?’

‘Agree to what?’ Hermione snarled. It was really unattractive on a girl, just like Blaise had said.

‘Model for me. You were right, I was drawing. I need a model. One that won’t walk away any moment.’

*****

Hermione grimaced. ‘Is that all? Why not ask a friend? Why me?’

‘You will do fine Granger. Besides, I’m sure your secret is worth a few hours in my room right?’

‘Well, if that’s all. Fine. I’ll just go now.’

She was about to turn around and walk away, when Draco’s voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

‘You do understand that modelling is not about sitting at a table for two hours, pretending to study?’

Oh Merlin, he couldn’t mean? She turned her head to look at him, the horror dawning on her face.

‘What?’ she choked.

‘Naked Granger. Naked. It’s not very educational to start on drawing fabrics when I can’t even get anatomy right.’

Oh Merlin. No way. Hermione saw Draco grab his pencils and pad. ‘I’ll let you know when I require your services. Have a pleasant evening Granger.’ Malfoy saluted her and left the library with a smirk.

Hermione buried her head in her hands. What had she gotten herself into?

On her way back to the common room she realized she still had no idea where Parkinson was.

***

A/N

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