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That New Girl ~Chapter 7: The Blonde-Haired Spy~

Hermione trudged through the snow heavily as she made her way back from Hagrid’s hut. She had been visiting him for the third time in a week…she had not had much to do since, well, since her friends weren’t really around her much anymore. There were about three inches on the ground despite it being the first snow of the season. Looking down at her feet the whole way, she made her way as fast as she could towards the castle; it was getting late, and she didn’t want to be burdened with a detention for being out past curfew. As she passed the Quidditch pitch, she heard something hit the ground about twenty feet to her right. She stopped and turned her head quickly, startled by the abrupt noise, and squinted hard through the almost complete darkness, trying to figure out what or who it had been. She heard someone’s footsteps come toward her, and she squinted even harder, still not being able to see anything, her heart was pounding in her chest. Her breathing was becoming faster and shorter. She swallowed hard. “Granger?” Hermione sighed. “Hello Malfoy,” she said, sounding almost bored. Her heart had already returned to its normal pace. “What’re you doing out here?” she asked as he moved towards her. She could see him clearly now…he was wearing his Quidditch things and holding his broomstick. His nose and cheeks were a bit red…probably from flying around so high and fast on such a nippy night. “Just flying a bit,” he answered her, as the both continued to walk towards the castle. “But it’s so late!” she said, sounding concerned. “And it’s got to be at most thirty degrees out here!” Malfoy just shrugged. “I was bored,” he told her, as if that were a reasonable enough explanation for being out so late on such a cold autumn night. Hermione made a noise in the back of her throat, somewhat like a snort, in response to his answer. “What, might I ask, are you doing out here?” “I was just visiting Hagrid, if that’s alright with you,” she told him, “and now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get inside before we get in trouble for breaking curfew.” “We’re breaking curfew? But it’s only ten-thirty!” She paused and pivoted towards him, poking one of her fingers at his chest. “You, of all people, should know that the curfew is nine o’clock, not ten-thirty. You are a prefect!” “Nine?” he asked. “Really?” “Yes, nine!” Hermione wailed, turning back towards the castle. Malfoy had to jog a bit to catch up to her. “Well what kind of curfew is that?” he asked her. “Oh, it’s no use…” she mumbled. Draco laughed, and they continued plodding their way through the thick snow.

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Danielle wound her way through the castle corridors, trying to remember her way back to the Gryffindor common room. This damn school was way too big, and she was still getting lost, even though she’d been here for more than two months now. Harry had offered her the Maurader’s Map, but she knew she’d lose it if he gave it to her. Stupid move, Danielle, stupid move…she told herself now. She was bound to end up in detention if she didn’t find the common room soon. As she was walking, she heard two voices break the silence that had been there a moment ago. She stopped and listened carefully, hoping to God that it wasn’t teachers. After a few moments, she recognized one of the voices, and to her relief, it was Hermione, not a teacher. “Close enough, though,” she mumbled to herself, and giggled quietly as she walked quickly towards the voices. She still didn’t know to whom the other one belonged. As she got closer, she walked a bit more briskly, thinking that Hermione would surely lead her to the common room. But as she turned the corner, she saw who the other person was with Hermione, and gasped almost inaudibly. Danielle quickly ran behind the corner again, peering around it curiously at the unlikely pair of students. What the hell is Hermione doing with Malfoy? She shut her inner voices up and listened. “You know what, Draco,” Hermione was saying with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at him fiercly, “you’re going to get in very big trouble some day with that smart-aleck attitude you’ve got, especially towards girls.” As she said the word “especially”, she shoved her index finger into the middle of his chest. Draco raised an eyebrow at her comment. “They’re not going to like you very much,” she finished, pulling back her finger and turning away, walking towards the corner opposite where Danielle was hiding. “And so it seems that the all-knowing Granger has finally made a mistake…” Draco drawled, his arms folded across his chest. Hermione stopped in her fast-paced tracks and pivoted. “And how is that?” she asked him. The way she said it led Danielle to believe that she probably had a hint of a smile on her face. “Well isn’t it obvious?” He paused for a moment, and when he heard no reply, he continued quite arrogantly, “The ladies absolutely love my witty charm!” “Oh yes!” Hermione cried dramatically, throwing her palms at her cheeks. “How could I forget that we’re all swooning over you! Especially us Gryffindor girls…we stay up every night just gushing over your beautiful gray eyes and your cute as a button cheeks!” As she said the last part she put on a voice like you would use with a baby or a particularly cute dog, and grabbed one of his cheeks, the way one’s grandmother does after they haven’t seen them in a week or so. After she let go, he flashed her a big, conceited grin, and she turned away in disgust, her playful attitude going straight down the drain. Draco stood behind her for a moment, just laughing, before turning the opposite direction and making off down the corridor. As Hermione turned the corner, Danielle moved towards her quietly, almost tip-toeing, and pulled on her arm, spinning her around. “Hermione!

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Hermione shrieked quite loudly, but the sound was muffled by Danielle’s hand. As she removed her palm, the new girl hissed quietly at her. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean what am I-” “With Malfoy? What are you doing with Malfoy?” “Since when is it any of your business?” Hermione sneered at her quite nastily. “Hermione, he’s bad news,” Danielle answered. “You of all people should know that. I thought you were smart.” “Excuse me, but I think it’s my decision, not yours, who I socialize with, thank you very-” “Look,” Danielle cut her off, “I’m not telling you not to talk to him, I’m just saying you should be careful. In case you’ve forgotten, his father, yeah, he’s a DEATH EATHER. He. Will. Be. A. DEATH EATER.” “If you’re thinking that I’m friends with him, you won’t have to worry, because I’m not. In fact I’m very, very far from being his friend. I’m practically his ene-” “It didn’t look like it.” “What are you talking-” “Just now. Didn’t look like he was your enemy. I saw the two of you, talking it up like-” “Talking it up? Ha! You really need to work on your observation skills, Danielle, because Draco and I were most definitely NOT talking it up. I was simply conversing with him, as any normal, civilized human being would’ve. I was being polite.” “Hermione,” Danielle pleaded, “sure, it would’ve been polite if you were conversing with any other human being on this entire planet. But Malfoy?.” “Excuse-” “Look, I’m just saying that what you might find ‘friendly conversation’ might actually be something worse. I mean, what if Malfoy’s wretched father has some scheme going where, oh I don’t know, where he wants Draco to…to befriend you so he can get closer to Harry…or-” “Oh, please,” Hermione interrupted, making a face, “you’re just paranoid.” Danielle sighed. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you Hermione. I’m just watching out for you, you know.” “Well thanks anyway, but I think I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.” “Alright, alright,” Danielle said, sounding exhausted. “Either way, could you please lead me up to the common room? I’ve been wandering around for the past hour…” “Yes…yes alright,” Hermione said stiffly, scratching the back of her head. She turned around and began to walk very briskly, Danielle trailing close behind.

A/N: Sooooooooooo sorry for the long, long wait and the short, short chapter. I'm just so excited for the next chapter!!!!!!! I've been planning it for so long...it was so good that I was going to make it a totally different fic, but I've found a way to tie it into this one! Oooooooooooh things are going to get very exciting, very soon!!!!

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