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Chapter Three




Draco woke up the following morning with Pansy standing over his bedside. He jumped up with shock and pulled the duvet cover over his shirtless chest.

“Pansy? What’re you doing here?” he asked as he looked around the room and noticed several other boys still in bed, their duvets too pulled up to their chests.

“What where you doing with that Mudblood Granger yesterday?” she asked sternly.
“It was just studying. She’s tutoring me, remember?” Draco replied. She stared down at him, her eyes full of rage and annoyance.

“That’s a lie! You where sitting really close to her in the library. Yeah, I followed you. You both stare at each other as if your bloody love birds!” Pansy exclaimed, her arms flying around everywhere.

“What? Oh get a grip, Pansy.” Draco spat as he shoved the duvet off of himself and jumped out of bed.

“So your telling me to get a grip, when you’re the one who’s hanging out with the Mudblood? Everyone‘s noticed, Draco.” Pansy asked in spite. Draco turned to face her as he grabbed a shirt from his bedside and pulled it on.


“You know what Pansy? Your just a pathetic, jealous and obnoxious little girl. You always have been and you always will be. I never really loved you, and I hope that hurts, because telling me that I’m ‘hanging out’ with a Mudblood really offends me.” Draco replied.

His face was just inches from hers, and tears filled up in her eyes. She bit them back, and instead just ran from the room. Draco stood breathing heavily, his shirt half buttoned up, half undone. Everyone in the dorm was staring at him, some with disgust and some with gratitude. He spun round to face them all.

“What?!” he shouted and every face that had been staring at him was now staring hard at the ground.

Draco dressed quickly and then hopped down into the Common Room. He received glares from Blaise and Pansy, who where sitting on the sofa in the centre of the room as he walked straight past them and left through the doors. He walked aimlessly along the corridor of the dungeons and then walked up the stairs. He arrived outside the Great Hall and pushed open the doors. He marched along and sat down at the very end of the table away from everyone else. He picked up an apple and quietly munched away on it. He thought about what Pansy had said. Everyone had noticed him with Granger. There was no reason for him to feel conscious about that, though. She was only tutoring him. They talked sometimes, but that didn’t make them friends. He checked his watch almost every five minutes, and he realised that it was only eight o’clock. Pansy had woke him up beyond average time for almost everyone. Not many people where sitting in the hall, he suddenly realised. He looked around and noticed three people sitting at the top of the Ravenclaw table, two at the Hufflepuff, six at his own and only one on the Gryffindor.

He could have recognized the curly brown hair from anywhere. The person sitting at the table was Granger. She was sitting alone, with a piece of toast in her hand and a book sitting open. He watched her turn each page carefully, and then take a bite out of her toast. She must have realised that he was staring at her, as she looked up and stared at him back for a short moment before she smiled slightly and got back to reading her book and eating. Draco turned back to face the right way round and grabbed an apple. He munched away, letting the juice ooze around his mouth before swallowing.

He glanced at his watch again, only to discover that it was only ten past eight. He sighed deeply and suddenly got a horrible chill. The hairs on his arms stood on end, and goose-bumps appeared. He wondered if perhaps a ghost had passed straight through him, but no ghost was there when he spun around. Rubbing his bare arms, he shivered slightly and moved around in his seat slightly.

He noticed the doors to the Great Hall swing open, and Potter and Weasley walked in. He watched as they walked over to Hermione, who was still reading, and sit down beside her. Harry sat down on one side of her and Ron on the other. He planted a kiss on her forehead as he sat down, but she didn’t bat an eyelid. He could see Ron’s arm wrapped around her waist, but Hermione didn’t seem fussed. Draco found himself staring so badly in curiosity, that they had all noticed. He snapped out of his stare as quick as he could, and realised too soon that they where staring back, each with a confused expression set upon their faces. He spun round on the bench too quickly and fell flat on the floor with a bang. People stared from the tables, wondering what the commotion was about. Cringing slightly, he pulled himself back onto the bench and stuck his head down so that nobody could see his face. Once he noted that nobody was staring anymore, he sat up and groomed his hair down flatter and fixed his shirt and tie. The doors swung open again and this time Pansy entered. She was alone, and looked fixated on him.

She marched straight down the hall and stopped as she reached him. She stood before him; arms folded over her chest and a stern look on her face.

“What now?” Draco asked as he picked up a piece of toast, spread some butter over it and bit a chunk out of it. Pansy continued to stare at him, giving him an evil glare as usual.

“Are you over me yet?” Pansy asked.

Draco looked around himself and then chuckled lightly.

“Pansy, I was never under you.” he replied.

“Right. Whatever. I don’t care.” she said as she spun on her heel and walked back over to the top end of the table and sat down.

Draco stared at her aimlessly. She was so stupid, it was un-real. Draco turned to face Hermione, who had her toast mid-way to her mouth and was talking to Harry. Ron wasn’t saying a word, and instead was just eating bacon in silence. He scoffed away, and the sound Hermione’s laugher rang around the hall. She bit down on her toast, and she pulled a horrible expression. She pulled the toast back out of her mouth, and blood was covered all over it. She stood up, and covered her hand over her mouth. Blood dripped through the gaps between her fingers, and she ran from the hall, blood dripping down her shirt and onto the floor as she did so.

Draco stared at the door even after it had closed behind her, wondering if she would come back. He looked back over to see Harry holding the piece of toast by the corner and examining it, while Ron sat back away from it, obviously being squeamish over the blood. Draco stood up and jumped over the bench, and then he walked briskly passed Pansy, and all of the other Slytherins at the table, and left the hall. He walked up the stairs and noticed the Prefects Bathroom door was wide open. He walked passed, not caring in the slightest, but he did care about who he noticed was inside. He stepped back and looked in once again, only to see that it was Hermione that was leaning over the sink. He walked through the door and closed it quietly behind himself. Hermione didn’t turn round, but she jumped.

“Who’s there?” she asked through spits as she spat the blood out of her mouth and into the sink.

“It’s me. Err, are you ok?” Draco asked. Hermione shook her head and continued spitting.

“Do I look okay? The blood just won’t stop.” Hermione replied within a second.

“What actually happened?” Draco asked as he walked over to her and stood beside
her by the sink.

“I lost my tooth when eating toast. What do you want?” Hermione asked. She turned to face him. Her face was covered with blood. It had stained her clear chin, and her lips where dyed blood red also.

“Just wanted to ask you if you where okay. Just thought I’d try and be genuine.” Draco replied.

Hermione tried to laugh, but she ended up choking on her own blood. She spluttered,
but continued to choke. She flapped her arms around, and Draco stood back and watched her in worry.

“He-help!” Hermione screeched. Draco patted her on the back three times, but he failed at helping her.

He quickly put one hand on her stomach, pushed her head down slightly and pressed his other hand on her back. He then counted to three out-loud and then with one quick, swift movement, he pushed against her stomach and her back, and she stopped
choking. She spat out the remaining blood and turned to face him, tears in her eyes.

“Thanks, Malfoy.” she managed to say, her throat still dry and sore from choking. They stared at each other, and Draco found himself moving his hand up to her chin and wiping away some blood. He then pulled his hand away when he realised how weird he looked, and stared at the floor in silence.

“How are you and Pansy? I couldn’t help but notice her rage earlier, at breakfast.”

Hermione asked to break the silence that hung around them.

“Not too great, to be honest with you. What about you an Weasley?” Draco replied.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked curiously.

“I’ve noticed you and him together. Usually your all over each other, but today you seemed as if you hated him or something. What happened?” Draco asked. Hermione stared up at him.

“That’s - That’s nothing to do with you, Draco.” Hermione replied, looking away from him. Draco smirked at her brightly and laughed lightly.

“What?” she asked as she brought herself to look back up at him.

“You called me Draco, not Malfoy.” he replied, still smirking.

“Don’t you think that we’re getting a bit too old for that nonsense?” Hermione asked, smiling.

“Okay then. I agree, Hermione.” Draco said.

The two burst into laughter at the sound of their own voices saying each others names, and Hermione collapsed against the sink clutching her stomach. She finally stopped laughing and looked up at Draco’s tall figure, who was still laughing. He stopped a moment after her, and walked over to her and stood a few inches away from her. She could feel his deep breathing against her forehead, and warm vibes floated from his body and rested against her skin. He leaned forwards once more, close enough now to hear the beating of her pounding heart, and he allowed his lips to lock against hers. His whole body tingled as his tongue entered her mouth, and he closed his eyes. His hands slid up her back and into her hair, and hers rested around his waist. He pulled away from her, gently un-locking their lips. He opened his eyes as he stood, still just an inch or two away from her, and looked into her dark brown eyes, that had opened just as his had. He licked his lips, and sweat poured down him like he had just been in the shower. He lifted his hands from her hair and caressed her cheek gently before he let go of her.

Draco backed away from her, not knowing now what to. Hermione continued to lean against the skin, obviously shocked at their sudden movements, and just stared hard at the floor.

“I, err, I don’t know what just happened, and I’d be grateful if you didn’t mention this to Ron, err, yeah, you know. I better go now. Bye, err, Draco.” Hermione muttered as she pushed past him and flew from the room quickly, leaving Draco to stand alone. He slid down the side of the wall and sat on the hard, damp and cold floor. He thought about what had just happened, and how it had felt so right, but had been so wrong all the same. Draco looked around himself, as if hoping that this had been a dream, but it hadn’t. The room was the same, yet he felt as if he wasn’t. New feelings had aroused inside of him, and he wondered if he now had feelings for someone of whom he had hated for years. Eventually, giving up, he finally decided that he would go to class.

He wandered aimlessly around the castle, peering around corners every minute, hoping not to bump into Hermione. Draco crossed the hallway and opened the doors to the main entrance to the castle. The air drove straight through him like knives, and he shuddered at the coldness. He wrapped his arms around himself and crossed the yard. He walked briskly to the other side, and stopped as he reached the doors to Professor Flitwick’s classroom. He breathed slowly and deeply as the coldness entered him, and he shivered and trembled. The door flew open a moment later, and the small professor looked up at him, his dark hair covering his eyes,

“Malfoy. Get in the class, I can see you’ve been toasty in the castle. Your late.”

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