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Hermione’s P.O.V

The next day, I don’t really know what I was thinking, I just knew it was a new day and a new nightmare. Nightmare meaning my archenemy, who is known as the amazing bouncing ferret, (God that never gets old!) or Draco Malfoy. Either way he’s a major pain. Oh well, time to head down, I guess. After having washed my face, brushed my teeth (finally) and put on my robe, I headed downstairs to breakfast, with still no sign of him. Which means, so far the day has just been a splendid, downright giddy day. I really didn’t feel like facing him, especially not after yesterday. That was like a nightmare. I don’t even know the scariest part. The Dark Mark, his selfishness, his rudeness, or the fact that he ended up being right about me in the end. Or I could go with the fabulous last option all of the above. For some reason, I think I shall choose the last one. It’s safest and that way I won’t end up being wrong.

“Hey ‘Mione. What’s wrong? You don’t seem like yourself this morning. I mean, you haven’t said a word,” a concerned looking Harry said.

“Yeah, usually you would be yelling about how I eat,” Ron said swallowing. “Or something like that.”

“First off, Ron your eating habits are disgusting, if that helps any. Also, you should really close your mouth when you chew. Secondly, I’m fine. I just had bit of a row with Malfoy last night and some of the things he said got to me. So basically, I’m getting all worked up for nothing,” I said.

“Well really, it’s something ‘Mione, because you do have to work with him all year. Not to mention you two have to share a common room. You both might as well act civil with each other after all. Hermione, that’s not something you just can ignore, no matter how good of a witch you are,” Harry said.

“Are you bloody hell mad Harry? Of course this something she can ignore! Or she can beat him the bloody hell up. Either way I’d be downright giddy,” Ron said.

“Believe me Ron, I would too, but the fact of the matter is that you two have to get along. You have everything together and if you two don’t get along, I seriously doubt you’ll be able to survive,” Harry said.

“Or worse, pass,” I said agreeing with Harry.

“You seriously need to get your priorities sorted out,” Ron said.

We sat there laughing for a minute until I decided to tell them about Draco’s letter and everything else that happened last night. But now, for some reason, the words ‘big mistake’ came to mind. I don’t know why.

“HE DID WHAT TO HIMSELF?” they both said in unison. Oh, that’s why.

“Will you guys please hush? Do you want all of Hogwart’s to know? I don’t even know if I should have told you. I mean it’s about someone’s personal life, and not just anyone’s personal life, but Draco Malfoy’s personal life,” I said, in an attempt to hush them up. Key word being ‘attempt’.

“Bloody hell, Hermione! We will not hush it! You’re living with a suicidal creep!” Ron said.

Soon almost all the Gryffindor’s eyes were on us, especially Brown’s and Patil’s. God can’t those two stay out of anything? Might as well cover it up.

“That’s great acting, Ronald. Maybe you should try out for the Bewitching Magical and Muggle Drama Club. I bet you’d be fabulous at it. I mean, look how well you read those last monologues! You got almost all of Gryffindor to stare!”

That was close. They all actually bought it and started to go back to whatever they were doing in the first place. The only two who still showed the littlest interest were the two Gossip Queens.

“Hey Harry, Ron, fancy a walk down by the lake before class?”

They both just nodded and we left the Great Hall and on the way over to the lake I kept on looking behind me to see if the Gossip Queens were following. Luckily for Draco the answer was no.

“Ok now, Hermione, explain to me why Malfoy would cut himself over you. I mean, it’s not like he bloody hell is in love with you or anything, right?” Ron said. “Oh yeah and did you have to tell basically all of Gryffindor I was a pansy when I am not.” Harry and I couldn’t help but break out laughing. Ron just kept walking with a stern look on his face.

“Well, you did sort of have that slinky long hair thing going for you since you decided to grow it out,” Harry said and we broke into even more laughter.

“Ha, ha, Harry real hysterical, but I am not a pansy, and I am also not the one with the problem. So ‘Mione, mind answering the question?” Ron said wanting to get off the subject of his pansy-ness and on to Draco’s ‘lack of love’ I guess you could call it.

“I honestly don’t know Ron. I guess he just wanted someone, anyone, to care for him, but I told him that, if anybody was going to care about him, he was going to have to give them something to care about. He also told me what I did was not out of care, but out of pity, and honestly, I was a bit shocked he said it, but still, it’s not like it’s not true. Also Ron, if you want to get back your masculinity do something manly. Roll in the mud and get dirty. I don’t care. But it was your own fault you now have everyone thinking you’re a pansy. I mean, if you had kept you big mouth shut, then I wouldn’t have had to cover for Malfoy.” I said

“Yeah, and then you would have been looked at as Ron the Quidditch player, best friends of Harry and Hermione, and boyfriend of the new and improved, hot Luna Lovegood, but now you’re Ron the Quidditch player, best friends of Harry and Hermione, boyfriend of the new and improved, hot Luna Lovegood, and a pansy,” Harry said. Once again we both busted out laughing at Ron’s expense. Of course, we wouldn’t have it any other way. We soon separated after a while. They headed up without me. I told them I wanted a few minutes to clear my head before class. They bought it and went up to the school.

As I started to walk alone, I couldn’t help be feel that someone was watching me. I kept turning around every few minutes to see if anyone was there, but each time there was no one. I did know someone was definitely following me. As I got close to the dark forest, I was proven right. Someone snatched my wrist and pulled me behind a tree.

“You think this is a game Mudblood?” he spat. “You think this is something you can just laugh about with you friends and have a gay old time with, huh? Well guess what, Mudblood? It’s not! It’s my life not yours. Not Pothead’s and definitely not the Weasel’s! You hear me Mudblood? Do you?” He now had her pinned up against a tree with both hand on her wrists.

“Malfoy, you need help and lots of it,” I spat back at him.

“Why? Because my life’s not like yours? It’s not some fairytale? You think your whole life that you’re nothing special, and then boom you get these powers. Why should you deserve to be special? Mudbloods. Why should they deserve to have that feeling? To think they’re special, but we can’t, right? Because we grew up this way. We always knew about it. Is that why, Granger? Huh? Is that it?” he said.

“You see, there you go again. Trying to make me pity you. Well Malfoy, guess what? I don’t pity you! You can be a crying little rich kid all you want, but you still will never get my sympathy unless you show me that you can be a real person. You know, nice, caring, and helpful. Until you show me that, Malfoy, I will never feel sorry for you.”

“Granger, this is not about that. What this is about is about you going and blabbing to Pothead and the Weasel about what happened. It’s my life, Granger. You hear me? My life. And if you want nothing to do with it, fine. I don’t want you in it anyhow. There’s no room for blood traitors like you and the Weasel anyway. I guess you two really do belong together. Too bad for that other girl, she is quite hot if I do say so myself. But wait, wasn’t that Loony Luna Lovegood? Why, yes it is. Now tell me Granger, why can’t you go through a transformation like that? Maybe then the Weasel might want you, but I still doubt it.”

“Shut up, Malfoy.”

“What? You’re allowed to talk about my life, but I am not allowed to talk about yours? Is that it?”

“No, it’s just that you know nothing about Ron and Luna. So leave them out of it,” I said but I couldn’t keep my voice from cracking or the tears coming out of my eyes. Right then and there I swear I saw Draco Malfoy look the most concerned I have ever seen him. It was about me. His hands loosened, his eyes softened and he even backed away a little. I swear he was about to say something, but before he could a voice interrupted.

“‘Mione is that you?” Neville Longbottom asked.
“Longbottom, what do you want? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here?” Malfoy said sounding slightly, no I mean extremely, annoyed. Then I saw Neville’s face drop into complete shock as if he had just seen a ghost. Then I looked at Malfoy and realized what we must look like to him.

“Oh, Neville he doesn’t mean it like that. We’re not - I mean, we could never - I mean, I would never want to, especially not with Malfoy,” I said quickly trying to cover everything up. Malfoy had a stupid, dumfounded look on his face until he looked down at me and realized the same thing I did and surprisingly enough gave out a loud bark of a laugh.

“Aw, come on Granger! You don’t have to be all shy about it. I think it’s about time Longbottom knew about our secret relationship. It would be better. That way you can stop leading poor Mr. Longbottom on, love,” he said pulling me closer. And I swear at that moment I wanted to kill him. My face was redder the Snow White’s poisoned apple.

“W-What secret relationship would that be Mr. Malfoy? the one in which I detest you intensely? Because really, Malfoy, besides that relationship, we have no other and never will,” I said. Good girl, Hermione. Just keep your cool and this will all be over soon. That’s right, soon very soon, and if it’s not, I will just have to kill Malfoy and put his rotting corpse into the lake for the mermaids and giant squid to do as they pleased. I then pushed Malfoy off me, forcefully pushing him down onto the ground and, turning my head, I saw a wave of relief wash over Neville.

“Aw come on Granger, you know the relationship I am talking about,” he said starting to get up and bring himself closer to me. “The one where your madly in love with me and can’t keep your fifthly little Mudblood claws off me.”

“Oh do give up Malfoy, because you know you’re not fooling anyone but yourself, you big git,” I said. Once more pushing him away from me, but not hard enough this time to make him fall to the ground. Then I walked over to Neville and took his hand in mine and walked off giving a quick glance back at what looked like a crushed Draco Malfoy. God, I know somewhere down the line I thought this before, but this guy really does have more mood swings then a girl going through PMS.

“Hey ‘Mione, what was going on with you and Malfoy? For real, if you don’t mind me asking,” Neville said. Most likely to break the awkward silence, or just out of common curiosity.

“Malfoy was mad that I told Harry and Ron something private about him to them. I’d tell you Neville, but you saw what happened just because I told Harry and Ron. Can you imagine what would happen if he found out I told you as well?” I said. Pleading a bit in my voice for him not to ask me what it was that was so private about Malfoy that I couldn’t tell him.

“Well ok, as long as you two both weren’t really, well, you know,” he said blushing fiercely. “I think I would be crushed if you were.” Then there it was again, that awkward silence. Someone had to break it and it might as well be me.

“Neville, hey, I have to go up and fetch my books before class. Ok? I’ll see you there, though,” I said and started heading up to the common room.

“Alright bye ‘Mione.”
“See you later Neville.”

“I officially hate my life,” I said, sitting down to dinner showing Harry and Ron my fingers with nonexistent nails. Thanks to a certain Mr. Malfoy, oh yeah, and he didn’t even get in trouble for it because he “accidentally” knocked over his potion. Yeah, and I’d like to “accidentally” ram my fist into his face.

“I’ll take it you had rough day with Malfoy,?” said Luna coming over to join our table and giving Ron a quick kiss.

“You can say that again. Look at what he did now,” said Ginny as she sat down next to Harry and deciding it best not to kiss him in front of her brother, even if it was just a peck.

“Hey girls, how’s your day been,” said Harry cheerfully, no doubt because he’s finally allowed to see his girlfriend.

“Awful. First of all, ‘Mione here gets her nails removed by Malfoy, Ginny’s hair gets set on fire, and I swear the Hufflepuff I am working with doesn’t know a plant from a dog, even if it were to go right up to him and bite him in arse.”

“Oh yeah and the fact that Malfoy forced a little romance into Hermione here,” Ginny said adding to the list.

“Ginny, where did you hear that?” I said shocked.

“Yeah Weasley, where did you hear that?” Malfoy said from behind me.

“Well, if it isn’t the man of the hour himself! I would offer you a seat, but then I think, ‘why be stupid?’”

“Malfoy, what’s this about you and our Hermione?” Ron said in his usual protective tone.

“Got me. I wouldn’t touch the Mudblood if she paid me,” said Malfoy, who I rolled my eyes at. “Why don’t you ask your sister here? She seems to be the one with all the answers and I am quite interested where you heard this from as well.”

“Well, if you must know, I heard from Lavender. She said she saw you pinning Hermione up against a tree this morning. And if it wasn’t for Neville coming when he did, you would have raped her.”

“Tell me Weasley, did she hear anything?” Malfoy asked fearing for his reputation.

“No. Well, if she did, she didn’t say anything to me. No wait. She said she was too far away to hear your conversation. That’s right. She said she couldn’t make out Neville’s brave heroic words,” Ginny said rolling her eyes. “So, wait what were you doing pinning Hermione to a tree?”

“Well, if you must know, I was mad at your dear little friend for spilling my little - bad habit, to Weasel and Pothead over here.”

“Watch it, Malfoy,” Ron said as he started to get up, but Luna pulled him down before he did anything he would later regret.

“Bad habit? What bad habit?” Luna said.

“That’s none of your concern Loony,” Malfoy said. I saw Ron burst from Luna’s grip and I stood up as well.

“That’s it. What do you want Malfoy? I highly doubt your here because you want some intelligent conversation, though, I know you don’t get any with Crabbe and Goyle. Does that really mean you have to come here for it?” I said trying to stop the fight before it started.

“Actually, Granger, I’m here for you. The professors want us to organize the first Hogsmeade trip,” Draco said calmly as Ron started to sit back down, though he was still tense. Harry sat trying, with Luna, to hold his best mate back as much as possible.

“Can we do it in two weeks? By then, everybody will be settled in with school.”

“Sounds good to me. Bye, Granger. Thanks for the gossip, Weasley,” he said and then bent down so only I would be able to hear. “Granger, I still want to have that talk, if you know what I mean.” Then he was off, leaving Lavender and her sidekick to gossip even more.

“Hermione, I am not saying I agree with Lavender or anything, but have you ever noticed how he seems to calm down more with you? I mean, Ron was just about to pound him, and he knew it and was ready for it, but then you jumped in and he forgets all about it. I don’t know. It’s kind of weird. Also, just the other day you asked him to ‘please leave’ and, just like that, he was gone,” Ginny said.

“Don’t worry about it. The day Malfoy falls for me is the day Hagrid decides to shave his beard.” Then they all laughed and had a good time until Hermione had to head back up to the “Dragon”.
Draco’s P.O.V

I did it again! I am not proud of it. I just can’t stop. It hurts, which helps. It helps because it tells me that I am still human. I am still like everybody else and there’s no one that can change that. Not Granger, not me, not anything. Not even ‘smarts’ my new, and probably only, true friend.

Later on that night I decided to do it once more before I slept. Just one time. That’s all I needed and then I’d head downstairs to read a bit before bed. As I was on my last chapter, Granger came in and gasped a bit. She rushed over to me, so I put down my book and she slapped me hard across the face.

“So tell me Malfoy, you right foul git, is it that you want? To die? Or is it that you want someone to care, because believe me Malfoy, I am trying. I don’t know bloody hell why, but I am trying to help you. Can’t you see that? Just, why won’t you let me?”

“I thought you said you didn’t care. That you would never care. And before you protest, don’t, because I see it in you eyes and you don’t care for me whatsoever.”

“You’re right, I don’t and never will, if you don’t let me help. Maybe we should talk. That might help. Who knows, maybe I will start to care if I can get into your head. I will never pity you on what you do and, if I do pity you at all, I pity you because you’re so stupid to do this to yourself.” She then sat down next to me and took my hand in hers and flipped it over reveling the mark I have been desperately trying to cut out.

She did not run, or scream, or even gasp. She merely took her fingers and traced all the marks on my skin, which gave me chills everywhere. I can’t let this happen. She is a Mudblood, a traitor’s child. I can’t have her caring about me. Out of all the people in the world, I won’t let this disgrace of human be the one who cares about me.

“Alright Granger, you want to talk? Let’s talk. Here are the rules. Rule number one: you will not talk to any of my friends if they do not talk to you first. Rule number two: you will not bother me in my room ever. Rule number three: you are never allowed to disagree with me or raise your voice at me. Rule number four: you will not talk to me more then is need. Rule number five: I will not go through you past if you don’t go through mine. Rule number six: no tricks. Then, last but not least, rule number seven: you will not, and I repeat will not, ever care for me. Understand? Besides, you have no right to. You are filth, after all.”

The saying if looks could kill came to mind, but instead of killing me, Granger took a deep breath and said, “Malfoy, I will not follow all those rules. I might follow some just to make it fair, but not all. You also have to follow some of my rules. One: do not touch my things. Rule number two: do not touch me. Rule number three: no touching of my things or me will be done at anytime. Rule number four: you will not boss me around like some servant. Rule number five: you will not bring Pansy or any of your other little slut girlfriends in here. Rule number six: you will not disturb me. Then, last but not least, rule number seven: you will not judge me.”
“Like you said yourself, Miss Granger, some of those rules I will follow and some I will not, but I shall pick the rules I follow. Got it Granger?”

“Got it Malfoy,” she said as she got up.

“Fine,” I said starting to get up myself.

“Fine,” she said and headed of towards her room, but not before stopping for a brief second. “Oh yeah, and Malfoy? You’re not complete filth to some people. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” And then she was gone.
Hermione’s P.O.V

After the most heated discussion with ferret boy, I went over to the open window where I saw a beautiful owl with a letter addressed to me.

Dear Smarts,

I think I like that better: Smarts. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that from now on. If you do, please tell me and I shall change it at once. You, not like most people, I have to admit, actually have some common sense in your brain. I think I like your dad already! He seems like a fun character to watch. You seem sweet as well. I can’t picture you playing rugby, though. But then again, I guess I can’t really technically see you at all now can I? I like the fact that you’re into both books and sports. It’s a nice change from sport idiot or complete and total bookworm.

In your last letter you told me something personal. The thing is, my personal crisis goes deep. So deep that it’s probably what I am made up of, if that makes any sense at all. But I want to help you, and maybe over time, you can help me. As for your parents, I believe one as cool and funny as yours will always love you no matter who they are, so the rest shouldn’t matter. If they lied to you, be mad at them for the most one day and then move on with your life. Seriously, is it that bad that you want to hold it over their heads for the rest of their lives? That doesn’t seem like a very healthy parent-child relationship. Of course I shouldn’t be talking. My parents are the worst of them all. When I was kid, you know what, let’s not get into that just yet, but I guess that’s a hint as to when my problems first started. You told me about you crazy parent who I happen to love, but what about you? What kind of crazy things do you do? An example for me is that I like to lay in the snow for hours just laying down on a hill and staring up at the sky, relaxing, watching the day end. I love everything pizza, which yes, includes stinky fish. I sometimes clean my room for fun. (Oh yes, you have my permission to now run away screaming.) Hmm, what else? Oh yes, I love flying backwards. It’s weird, but surprisingly fun. Oh, and talking to you.

Yours truly,
Wearing a Mask

P.S. Yes, talking to you is weird, and you can’t say otherwise. You are one weird child, but I love it.

Dear Wearing a Mask...

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