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Chapter 3 : A new enemy

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates, but I had a lot of exams. But now, I’m back and chapter 3 is with me. (lol) I hope you’ll enjoy it. Thanks to my reviewers and don’t forget, feedback is always welcomed.

“McGonagall did what?”

Hermione was with Ron and Harry in their common room, just after her little encounter with Malfoy. She had told them everything he had said and how McGonagall had decided to punish them. And their reaction was not surprising.

“She decided to put Malfoy and I on detention…for a week. I know this is rather weird but…now I have to stand Malfoy every evening for seven days. If we don’t kill each other before it ends it will be a miracle.”

Hermione was trying to lighten the situation but both guys seemed worried.

“You know” said Harry “You’d better be careful, he’s not so nice. We don’t really know what he could do if he’s alone in a room with you.”

Hermione patted Harry’s arm. “Thanks. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful and if he’s too unbearable, I’ll kick his ass…I can shut him up without my wand, you know.”

Ron laughed. “Oh we know that, I can’t forget the slap you gave him in third year. This was excellent, it really made my day.”

“Thanks, Ron.” She yawned. “Well, I think I’m going to go to bed. I have a long day tomorrow…especially with the detention. I need some sleep.”

She waved them goodnight and took the direction of her dormitory to have a peaceful night, despite the situation.

Hermione woke up, cool and ready to bear Malfoy. Ron and Harry were not, and they talked about it once again during breakfast.

“Hermione, please be careful with him.” insisted Harry.

“Yeah, he’s right. Even if McGonagall trusts him, don’t forget he is still a Slytherin.” said Ron.

“Okay, you guys really need to calm down. I am totally able to handle him alone. Stop worrying, everything will be fine.” replied Hermione, touched but irritated by their behaviour.

“All right but if…” Ron began but Hermione cut him off.

“I said everything will be fine. I don’t want to hear one more word about this subject and if Malfoy hurts me in any way I promise you guys to tell you so you can beat his ass.”

The two boys laughed at these words and Hermione knew she had said the right things. They would stop worrying for the rest of the day, at least. She finished her breakfast rapidly and made her way to Arithmancy Class.


Hermione turned around and was surprised to see Blaise Zabini.

“What do you want?” she snapped.

“Wow, easy Granger.” He smirked. “I just met McGonagall and she asked me to give you this.” He added, giving her a little piece of parchment. She opened it.

Miss Granger,

Please be at 9:00 PM in Transfiguration Class for your detention.

Minerva McGonagall.

Hermione sighed and put the paper in her Arithmancy book. She prepared to leave but saw that Zabini was still looking and smirking at her. God! She thought. Is smirking a Slytherin thing or something?

“What’s the matter with you?” she asked him.

He did not even answer her question but took a step towards her. He began circling her.

“So…I heard that you and Draco had detention for a week…that’s too bad, especially for you….Mudblood.”

Hermione glared at him but he ignored her.

“Draco told me you had slapped him, he didn’t do anything. I think he’s too nice.” He approached her and whispered in her ear. “I would have cut your throat, after I had ravished you, of course.”

A chill ran down Hermione’s spine.

“Are you trying to scare me, Zabini?” she asked, her voice shaking a little bit.

“Oh I’m not trying…I think I just do it. You know…you should behave yourself this year. Dumbledore has been killed, so it won’t be too hard to kill a little know-it-all Mudblood like you.”

At that, he ran a finger down her arm. Hermione shoved him away and ran to her class. Behind her, Blaise had an evil smile on his face.

Later that day, after diner, Hermione went back to the Gryffindor Common Room where she met Ginny.

“Hey, Hermione. You okay?” she asked, smiling.

“Fine…fine, don’t worry.” Hermione replied.

“I heard that you have detentions with Malfoy. How do you feel about that?”

Hermione was startled by this question; it was the first time that someone asked about her feelings towards this. “Well, it’s annoying but I’m not scared if it’s what you really want to know. It just bothers me because I have less time for studying.”

Ginny laughed at this. “That’s my Hermione! I perfectly know you’re not afraid; you’re the best witch I know, you can shut him up with a tiny movement of your hand.”

“Thanks Gin, it’s good to hear that someone trusts me. Harry and Ron are so…”

“Overprotective?” Hermione nodded and Ginny smiled knowingly. “I know that too much, they are always playing the “big brothers”. It’s nice but so irritating:”

“Oh God yes!” Hermione replied. “It’s like that: they are the men so they have to protect us, poor little girls that we are.”

Both girls laughed and Hermione felt a little bit better, relieved as well.

“Thanks for the fun Gin but it’s time for my detention now. And from me to you, I’d rather leave before the “protectors” arrive.”

“All right, Mione.” Ginny replied. “Good luck.”

Hermione smiled and left, taking the direction of Transfiguration class. When she arrived, McGonagall and Malfoy were already there.

“Miss Granger, please come in.” said McGonagall.

Hermione entered and took place on a first front desk, next to Malfoy and listened carefully to her Headmistress.

“You two perfectly know why you’re here. I really need you…to understand each other. We don’t need a war in this school, there is already one outside. People die…this is not the solution to everything.”

Hermione saw sadness passed through her headmistress’s eye and she averted her gaze, feeling tears burning her own eyes. McGonagall kept talking.

“But the point today is…talking. I’m quietly aware that this will be difficult for both of you but I’m sure you’ll find a way to know each other. I’m warning you, you can remain silent during these detentions, it does not bother me. Nonetheless, if your little arguments remain, you will have an other week of detention. It will be like that from now on, until you understand why I am doing this. Do I make myself clear?”

Draco and Hermione nodded.

“Excellent…I will come back in two hours. Have a good detention.” And she left, locking the door.

Hermione felt really uncomfortable. She was trapped…with Malfoy…for two hours. She slightly turned her gaze on the right to take a look at Malfoy. He had his head in his arms and she wondered if he was going to fall asleep. She sighed with exasperation.

“Malfoy, if…”

“Don’t even say a word.” He replied, glaring at her. “It’s your entire fault.”

“My fault?!” she answered, almost shrieking. “You were the one who attacked me in a dark corridor.”

“You were the attacked; you slapped me, Mudblood.”

Hermione closed her eyes and sighed, once again.

“That’s how it began the other night, just because you insulted me.”

“It’s not an insult; it’s the truth.” He smirked.

“Forget it, Malfoy. I’m not falling for that. You’re right, let’s not talk.”

But Malfoy did not seem to be done.

“Come on, Granger. You can do better than this. You perfectly know I’m right; you’re nothing but a stupid Mudblood…a bossy, know-it-all and geeky Mudblood.”

That did it. Hermione turned around to face him, more angered than ever.

“I tell you something, Ferret.” Draco frowned at this. “This name calling that you’re doing is called racism in the Muggle world, and it is punished by law, because it is simply horrible and stupid. But I’m not surprised that you do such things because you are stupid. A stupid ferret that does not even have some opinion of his own. Daddy says I’m a Mudblood so you think the same, daddy says the Weasleys are blood traitors so do you; daddy says that Voldemort is the best one so you join him without knowing why, just because daddy asked you to. Tell me, Ferret, do you think that you will finish your life in Azkaban just like daddy?”

Hermione was out of breath and her face was flushed with anger. She knew she had been mean but she did not care, Malfoy deserved all of these words. She looked at him; he really was angered too now.

He slowly walked to her, he glared at her then pulled her by her cloak which ripped apart, then pinned her up against the wall. Hermione winced with the pain but Malfoy did not care and leaned on her.

“You listen to me…closely. Who are you to judge me? As I already told you once, you know nothing about me. So, I don’t want to hear one more word about my father or the choices that I made, do I make myself clear?” Hermione nodded weakly. “If you say one more thing about that, I will make you pay…and I’m clearly serious here. I can swear that you will regret your words.”

Suddenly, he let her go and came back to his place. Hermione did too and silence fell between them for the rest of their detention.

Several hours later, Hermione was thinking about the events of the day in her bed. Once again, she knew she had gone too far with Malfoy. He was right, she did not know him. So she decided to shut her mouth from now on. Not because she was afraid, but rather because he would tell her some things if she did not judge him on the first place. In fact, as long as she thought about it, Draco Malfoy was not a big problem for her right now. She had a bigger one; who scared her…a lot: Blaise Zabini.

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