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Hermione went back to her duo boys, Potter and Ron and she felt strange, almost disjointed without Draco. Although, after he smashed in Potter’s face on the train for spying on him, Harry was adamant that they could have nothing to do with him. Hermione was desolate.

Every night in her dreams, she relived the moment when Draco revealed his new alliances with the Dark Lord. She was not sleeping well, and the consolatory shag from Ron & Harry was not enough to settle her thoughts. All she could see was the cold silver gaze stare back at her on that train.

The new Potions Master was a great relief, since Severus Snape was a bastard of the first quarter. Professor Slughorn made class fun, even if it was hard. Still partnered with Draco, Hermione found it impossible to keep her eyes on her work.

“Losing sleep, Granger?” murmured Draco under his breath, as he measured out some dried nettle and dropped it into the pot. The potion finally reached the appropriate shade of moss green.

“Well done Harry!! Ten points for Gryffindor!” boomed Slughorn with a broad smile. “Your mother was exceedingly bright, so it is no surprise that you are surpassing her wit in the classroom.”

“Let’s hope he surpasses her immediate demise shortly there after as well,” hissed Draco cruelly. Hermione gasped as Harry jumped out of his chair and lunged for Draco over the table.

The barely finished potion splashed over Hermione and over and seeped onto the ground. Draco grimaced and threw his hands in the air away from the offending toxins.

“Clumsy as ever Potter, did you mistake it for a snitch? Or perhaps Cho Chang?” Draco laughed and pushed back from the desk.

Hermione had a strange expression on her face and Harry and Ron grabbed her.

Slughorn turned to them and hissed. “NO! Boys, don’t touch her,” Unfortunately, they both grabbed her arms and pulled her back from the liquid.

Hermione hissed at them. “Don’t touch me, you filthy bastards!” she screamed at them.

Draco smirked in surprise and he stared at the potion that had dripped down her leg under the desk.

Slughorn grabbed her arm as she tried to strike Ron with a ugly look of hatred on her face, “Mr. Malfoy, escort Ms. Granger to the Nurse please for a mandrake antidote.”

“What was that potion, Professor Slughorn?” Harry questioned with a shocked expression, watching as Draco led Hermione from the room. Slughorn turned to the class after Hermione exited.

“A hatred potion, it effects whoever touches the victim first. Bathsheba Xenos first designed it to destroy a king’s love for his wife. She was his mistress and coveted the title of Queen. Its effects can range from devastating hatred to cold loathing. It all depends on the strength of the dosage.”

Ron and Harry stared at each other panicked at the thought of Hermione hating them for all eternity. Slughorn smiled slightly, and shook his head.

“Don’t worry boy’s you will have your golden girl back in time for supper,” replied Slughorn as he patted Harry’s shoulder and began to inspect other cauldrons nonchalantly.

…

Draco gave a sick smile as he walked ahead of Hermione. Voldemort would be pleased with him. With Hermione’s help, he could definitely fix the Vanishing Cabinet and all of his plans would be fulfilled. Draco knew that little witch would not help him with Potter and Weasel at her back, but considering that she hated their guts right now she will be more amenable. .


Hermione turned to inspect Draco as he walked alongside her, in step with her. His small smug smile did not irritate her, not the way that Ron’s goofy one did. He could look so smug and angry at the same time. She hated that easy way of coasting through his schoolwork; he did not work hard at anything! Hermione scowled slightly in thought and Draco hid a smile.


Draco turned into the nurses’ corridor and walked up to Madam Pompfrey who was casting a healing charm on a girl with a broken nose, wearing a Ravenclaw Quidditch uniform. “Yes, Mr. Malfoy?” queried the Nurse perfunctorily.

“Granger here has a case of hatred potion running through those filthy Mud---- veins of her’s.” sneered Draco, pausing on the slur before it finished. “Professor Slughorn is requesting the mandrake antidote.”

“Mr. Malfoy, my stores for Mandrake antidote are completely empty! We will need to send for more supplies, preferably a warmer climate where Mandrake can be found at this time of year. IS there nothing else that she can take to counter? What was the potion you students were making?”

“Bathsheba’s desire,” drawled Draco, staring across the room at Hermione, who stood calmly staring out the window.

“WHAT!? That’s highly lethal in small dosages, I cannot believe that Slughorn would be so careless,” fumes Madame Pompfrey.

Draco shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, as he stared at Hermione. Draco was not learning new information. He had Crabbe and Goyle pilfer the stock.

Hermione shrugged slightly. “I feel perfectly fine as long as I don’t have to be around those two bumbling fools,” murmured Hermione, her eyes ripe with loathing.

Draco laughed slightly. Madam Pompfrey flushed “I will contact the hospital immediately.”

“Mr. Malfoy, can you please escort Ms. Granger to her room?” Madam Pompfrey bustled out of the small waiting area.

“Sure thing,” replied Draco smoothly, his hand curling over Hermione’s upper arm. She looked at him uncertainly, and he caught her staring at his mouth. Draco’s lip curled in amusement as she flushed, noticing her look.

Soon Hermione would be finally feeling the itch, the need and her lovers were completely hated by her, so that left only him. Amusing really. If he could manage to get her away from school, then the affects could be permanent with time.

“Malfoy, I don’t know why I didn’t see before. How much Ron and Harry have done, I know what it is like to hate them now. It feels so right, they are pathetic. Especially with how cruel they have been to you,” Hermione tucked a curl behind her ear impatiently, walking besides him with a frown.

“They don’t understand you like I do because they are selfish idiots,” persisted Hermione and she turned to Draco and squeezed his forearm where she knew the Mark rested under his robes. Draco gave her a impenetrable look.

“I know you Draco, I know how you can be, your dark, its true but there is…”

“You understand me, do you Granger?” Draco pinned her to the wall beneath him as he turned suddenly on her. “I think you like the dark, I think it gets your knickers all wet to have a dark bastard like me, thrusting between your blessed Mudblood legs,” purred Draco, his fingers pressing against her mound over the robes.

Hermione wet her lips and look uncertainly at Draco. Draco groaned inwardly, why did she always have to look so damned good!? She is a bushy haired know it all and yet she could rouse the sodding dead with that imperious tilt to her stubborn chin. Her glassy amber eyes stared wide at him and she bucked her hips against him as he pinned her to the wall. His fingers traced the inside of her palm, and down the length of her arm to her elbow. Hermione closed her eyes and sighed deeply, Draco pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat and purred deeply against her, his cock screaming to get inside of her. No, it was not part of the plan. Things were much worse now; it was not a matter of shagging and snogging anymore.

This was war.

And Hermione Granger was a causality.








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