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Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Pansy and Millicent flanked Draco, all three of them dressed out of their school robes. Through the corridors they went, converging in the atrium at the entrance to Hogwarts. A group of Gryffindors were already there, the girls giggling softly to one another. Pansy glanced over at Draco to see his face pale and his body frozen. Giving him a light shove, “Go say hello, you girl.”
He glared at her and whispered harshly, “I am not!”
Snorting, “You’re as timid as a mouse...who knew the great Draco Malfoy would be defeated by the Gryffindor Lioness?”
He narrowed his eyes in a glare, “I hate you.”
“You love me more than your broom now go say hello.”
Rolling his eyes before sighing, he swallowed once and cautiously ventured over. Milli glanced over at Pansy, whispering under her breath, “Do you really think he’ll go through with this?”
Smirking, “Are you kidding, Milli? He’s been crushing on her since third year when she popped him across the face.”
Shaking her head, “Masochist...”
Shrugging, “Aren’t we all?”
The seas slowly parted for him, Hermione in full view for the first time and he couldn’t even bite back a gasp of surprise. She was,”...beautiful...”
She smiled at him, blushing faintly, “Thank you...you look rather handsome yourself.”
The girls around Hermione giggled softly, then promptly looked in all other directions though they were all obviously listening in. He hid his face, “I said that out loud?”
Walking forward, fingering his hair gently, “Loud and clear.” He groaned and she leaned forward, “Don’t be embarrassed...thank you for the complement.” He peaked from between his fingers to grin at her.
“Oh No! Bloody hell, No! I am not spending my day next to the git from Slytherin hell!” Draco glared over his shoulder but barely kept his mouth shut. Ron had just stomped over, wand in hand and pointing it, “Get out of here, Ferret.”
Draco narrowed his eyes, shoulders tensing and hand already on the hilt of his own wand, “Ronald Weasley, you do not want to make a scene.”
Snorting, “Stuff it, Parkinson.”
Pansy’s chin jutted out, fire flashing in her eyes. How dare he, “Weasley-“
”Go back to the dungeons with the Slytherin Slut. Maybe between the two of you-“ He cut off, a vicious slap to his cheek. His jaw slowly slackened, not seeing the tears in her eyes until just now. Malfoy made him crazy. Always did and always would. And sure, he and Pansy played the part of enemies but there were some things that just did not get brought up. He’d just broken that promise. With resolution she slowly took the necklace off and threw it at his feet before running back into the castle.
“Pansy!”
Draco threw Hermione a desperate look and she nodded, “Go.”
He ran for the dungeons, Ron slowly sinking to the floor. He couldn’t believe he’d said that. It wasn’t that it wasn’t like him because he did lash out unthinkingly. No, it was that he’d hurt her and it hadn’t even phased him until he saw the hurt in her eyes. Reaching out, he carefully collected the necklace and held it close to his chest. It had cost him every penny he’d ever saved, not to mention foregoing replacement robes this year but it had been worth it. To give her something irreplaceable. As irreplaceable as she was in his life, “Mione? What did I do...?”
Silently Hermione grasped his arm and pulled him to his feet. Harry was shifting from one foot to the other but he wasn’t sure what to say or do, “We’ll catch up.” And she led him into the castle. Down the corridor and through the labyrinth to the Slytherin Common Room. The portal was open, Draco talking through the door to the dormitory and running a hand through his hair.
“...he’s a bastard, Pans, you knew before you got involved with him he has a big mouth and no brain about it.” Shrugging to himself, “He probably didn’t even mean it.”
The door slammed open, “He meant it! That rat bastard son of a bitch has always been jealous. He’s convinced we’re sleeping together.” Both of the shuddered at the very thought. It would be like sleeping with his sister. Yuck!
Draco shivered, “If you want me to ever produce an heir you will never repeat that again.”
She gave him a weak smile and hugged him, “Thank you...”
Wrapping his arms around her and shrugging, “Hey, you have done and will continue to do the same for me.” He ran a hand over her face, carefully wiping away the smeared mascara.
She chuckled, “I must look a wreck.”
Waving a hand, “Nah...just a bit of makeup.”
“And a racoon expression, no doubt. Ugh...now I have to go fix my face.”
“You look beautiful as you are.”
Draco and Pansy both jerked to Ron’s voice, Pansy biting her lip. Hermione blinked at the expression on Draco’s face. She’d never seen it but it sent a shiver of arousal and fear through her. Nor could she even begin to imagine what he was doing as he walked swiftly to them and sent his arm out. His fist smashed into Weasley’s face and the redhead hit the floor, “Draco!”
The blond didn’t move a step further, snarling, “If you ever even insinuate that Pansy is a slut or any other connotation you can come up with I will personally send you to the hospital...the muggle way.” Lightly glaring over his shoulder, “And yes, I am well aware of the rumor you started, Pansy dear.” Shaking his head, “Slytherin slut...” She looked sheepish, wringing her hands a bit while Draco caught Hermione’s gaze. He wouldn’t back down about this. Pansy was as good as family and he would unflinchingly defend her, “I’m sorry, Hermione. I won’t tolerate your friends abusing mine...not even for you.”
Hermione paused for a moment before rushing forward, clinging to him desperately and attacking his mouth with a ferocity that surprised the both of them, “I...have no problem...with that.” Pansy’s eyes widened and she whistled.
Pansy and Millicent flanked Draco, all three of them dressed out of their school robes. Through the corridors they went, converging in the atrium at the entrance to Hogwarts. A group of Gryffindors were already there, the girls giggling softly to one another. Pansy glanced over at Draco to see his face pale and his body frozen. Giving him a light shove, “Go say hello, you girl.”
He glared at her and whispered harshly, “I am not!”
Snorting, “You’re as timid as a mouse...who knew the great Draco Malfoy would be defeated by the Gryffindor Lioness?”
He narrowed his eyes in a glare, “I hate you.”
“You love me more than your broom now go say hello.”
Rolling his eyes before sighing, he swallowed once and cautiously ventured over. Milli glanced over at Pansy, whispering under her breath, “Do you really think he’ll go through with this?”
Smirking, “Are you kidding, Milli? He’s been crushing on her since third year when she popped him across the face.”
Shaking her head, “Masochist...”
Shrugging, “Aren’t we all?”
The seas slowly parted for him, Hermione in full view for the first time and he couldn’t even bite back a gasp of surprise. She was,”...beautiful...”
She smiled at him, blushing faintly, “Thank you...you look rather handsome yourself.”
The girls around Hermione giggled softly, then promptly looked in all other directions though they were all obviously listening in. He hid his face, “I said that out loud?”
Walking forward, fingering his hair gently, “Loud and clear.” He groaned and she leaned forward, “Don’t be embarrassed...thank you for the complement.” He peaked from between his fingers to grin at her.
“Oh No! Bloody hell, No! I am not spending my day next to the git from Slytherin hell!” Draco glared over his shoulder but barely kept his mouth shut. Ron had just stomped over, wand in hand and pointing it, “Get out of here, Ferret.”
Draco narrowed his eyes, shoulders tensing and hand already on the hilt of his own wand, “Ronald Weasley, you do not want to make a scene.”
Snorting, “Stuff it, Parkinson.”
Pansy’s chin jutted out, fire flashing in her eyes. How dare he, “Weasley-“
”Go back to the dungeons with the Slytherin Slut. Maybe between the two of you-“ He cut off, a vicious slap to his cheek. His jaw slowly slackened, not seeing the tears in her eyes until just now. Malfoy made him crazy. Always did and always would. And sure, he and Pansy played the part of enemies but there were some things that just did not get brought up. He’d just broken that promise. With resolution she slowly took the necklace off and threw it at his feet before running back into the castle.
“Pansy!”
Draco threw Hermione a desperate look and she nodded, “Go.”
He ran for the dungeons, Ron slowly sinking to the floor. He couldn’t believe he’d said that. It wasn’t that it wasn’t like him because he did lash out unthinkingly. No, it was that he’d hurt her and it hadn’t even phased him until he saw the hurt in her eyes. Reaching out, he carefully collected the necklace and held it close to his chest. It had cost him every penny he’d ever saved, not to mention foregoing replacement robes this year but it had been worth it. To give her something irreplaceable. As irreplaceable as she was in his life, “Mione? What did I do...?”
Silently Hermione grasped his arm and pulled him to his feet. Harry was shifting from one foot to the other but he wasn’t sure what to say or do, “We’ll catch up.” And she led him into the castle. Down the corridor and through the labyrinth to the Slytherin Common Room. The portal was open, Draco talking through the door to the dormitory and running a hand through his hair.
“...he’s a bastard, Pans, you knew before you got involved with him he has a big mouth and no brain about it.” Shrugging to himself, “He probably didn’t even mean it.”
The door slammed open, “He meant it! That rat bastard son of a bitch has always been jealous. He’s convinced we’re sleeping together.” Both of the shuddered at the very thought. It would be like sleeping with his sister. Yuck!
Draco shivered, “If you want me to ever produce an heir you will never repeat that again.”
She gave him a weak smile and hugged him, “Thank you...”
Wrapping his arms around her and shrugging, “Hey, you have done and will continue to do the same for me.” He ran a hand over her face, carefully wiping away the smeared mascara.
She chuckled, “I must look a wreck.”
Waving a hand, “Nah...just a bit of makeup.”
“And a racoon expression, no doubt. Ugh...now I have to go fix my face.”
“You look beautiful as you are.”
Draco and Pansy both jerked to Ron’s voice, Pansy biting her lip. Hermione blinked at the expression on Draco’s face. She’d never seen it but it sent a shiver of arousal and fear through her. Nor could she even begin to imagine what he was doing as he walked swiftly to them and sent his arm out. His fist smashed into Weasley’s face and the redhead hit the floor, “Draco!”
The blond didn’t move a step further, snarling, “If you ever even insinuate that Pansy is a slut or any other connotation you can come up with I will personally send you to the hospital...the muggle way.” Lightly glaring over his shoulder, “And yes, I am well aware of the rumor you started, Pansy dear.” Shaking his head, “Slytherin slut...” She looked sheepish, wringing her hands a bit while Draco caught Hermione’s gaze. He wouldn’t back down about this. Pansy was as good as family and he would unflinchingly defend her, “I’m sorry, Hermione. I won’t tolerate your friends abusing mine...not even for you.”
Hermione paused for a moment before rushing forward, clinging to him desperately and attacking his mouth with a ferocity that surprised the both of them, “I...have no problem...with that.” Pansy’s eyes widened and she whistled.