Dancing With Dragons

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CHAPTER 12: Life Doesn't Make Sense

Hermione went to find professor McGonagall, but she couldn’t be found. She was probably running around trying to fix bigger problems. She'd just have to face this alone. Well, really not alone because her, Ginny, Seam, and a few random students all had detention at nine with Amycus. It made her fell a little better, but she was nervous to face the punishment. She didn’t even bother to tell the Carrows she would be joining afraid to be alone with them… well him.

After Ginny had left for her last class and after Hermione had tried finding Professor McGonagall there was nothing left to keep her mind off the dreaded situation. She went back to the room happy to find the Malfoy wasn’t there. She didn’t want him distracting her. She decided to think about her plans for the DA. She needed to get them ready. That was pretty much how she spent the rest of her hours.

She was getting herself ready to leave around eight thirty when Malfoy burst through the door. “Hey Granger.”

“Malfoy.” It felt weird to have a normal interaction with him. They weren’t friends so where did he fit in her life.

“Listen, I had a talk with Snape and I convinced him it would be best if you stayed in your Head Girl position.”

“What?!” She hadn’t even thought about being replaced. But really how couldn’t she have seen it. They wouldn’t want someone on the ‘other side’ in any place of power. “I…how?”

“I told him keeping an eye on you was more important than taking you out of a place of power. That really you wouldn’t have any power when everyone else is against you. I personally have to keep an eye on you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and it almost made her laugh, but thinking about it all made her stop.

“Thanks Malfoy. That means a lot to me. Not that I really get why you did it.”

“So I could get another chance to fuck you of course.”

She gulped feeling self-conscious. Now that the passion was pushed to the side, knowing what she’d almost done made her blush. Then she stopped. This was stupid. She had so much more dangerous and important things a head of her. She needed to keep her head clear. Clear of Malfoy.

“Of course. Well got to go Malfoy.”

“Oh yea detention. Don’t worry Granger I heard a bunch of you all have detention. He wont try anything too crazy.”

“Wish I believed that. What side are you on anyway Malfoy?”

“My own.”

“Hmmmm sounds…selfish.” He smirked, but she couldn’t meet it. Not when she knew what was a waiting her. She turned and left wanting no more confusing interaction with Malfoy.
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She entered the room with a couple other students all looking sick, almost green. Except for Seam who just looked pissed. They all sat together no one talking. What was there to say? They all had a feeling there was many more of these to come. Hermione almost felt like she was in shock. She couldn’t believe this was all happening so fast. She was just enjoying her relaxing vacation and bam the war was in their homes. Was this ever going to feel like home again? She would try to make it feel like that she vowed. Then he entered.

“Good to see you all.” He giggled horribly at his own morbid joke. Suddenly he noticed her. She felt her face grow stern trying to hide the fear. “Ahh Miss. Granger you decided to join us. I’ll doubt you will miss another class.”

She didn’t answer and he frowned darkly but turned his attention to everyone. “Well because of Miss. Granger we will all have to re learn about Muggle history.” The whole class groaned, but Hermione wasn’t worried about it. She was trying to prepare herself for the filth that would spew from the horrid twisted mouth.

“Okaycall you muggle lovers how about some education?” She could literally feel Seamus shaking next to her.

“He hasn’t even said anything yet Seam, relax,” she whispered out the side of her mouth.

“I’ve already heard all of this. It’s horrible.” And it was.

“You see in the beginning there were only wizards and they ruled the world. They were given special gifts from the gods.” ‘Merlin, was that bullshit,’ she thought. She couldn’t take it that anyone believed that anymore. “Then muggles crawled from the mud. They were loathsome and stupid. Even the gods hated them. They were born from the underworld. But nothing the wizards did seemed to diminish their horrid numbers. Breeding like rabbits. Their women whores.” Seamus was red in the face with anger. It was angering her too thinking of her own mother.

“Clam down Seamus, that’s what they want. We all no it’s not true.” She hissed, but Amycus heard her.

“Do you have a comment Misss. Granger? I heard you’re quite the know it all.”

“No,” she spat.

“Good, it will do you well to listen to where you really come from.” She was the one shacking from anger now. Then she realized that everyone in the classroom, except Ginny and Luna, had at least one muggle parent. They all looked ready to kill if not for the danger.

“You see the wizards…”

“And witches,” She piped in. She couldn’t help herself. It was bad enough that the Death Eaters were prejudice, but sexist?

“What?”

She insistently regretted the statement, but didn’t back down. “There were witches there too, right?”

“My, my very perceptive of you. Yes of course, what a stupid question, there were witches. There was a need to keep the bloodlines going.” She wanted to punch his stupid, ugly face. “Though a few proved themselves.” Now Ginny was getting pissed. “Now, as I was saying, the wizards decided if they couldn’t get rid of the vile creatures they should try to nurture them. Educate them and give them a better life. A purpose. So the muggles became the wizards loyal…servants.”

“You mean slaves,” Seamus growled. She put her hand on his chest fearing where this was going. Amycus stalked towards them.

“Call it what you like Mr. Finnigan they did little good on their own. The least we could do was make them useful. I believe your father understood that. Thought I dare say procreating was undesirable.” Seamus meant to leap, she could feel it in the way his body tensed, but she grabbed him harder keeping him still.

“Goading you. That’s all he is doing just ignore it.”

“You should listen to this one Mr. Finnigan battling with me would end in…failure.” Seamus was spitting mad, but she held on to his arm firmly not looking away from Amycus. “But Miss. Granger if I have to hear your annoying know it all voice one more time I will personally see you for another detention after this.” There weren’t many things that shut Hermione up, but that just took spot number on her list. Malfoy could have spot number two.

“Any one else?” No one spoke. “There, now that’s better.” Gods dame that whizzing giggle. What was so funny? “Most of the muggles knew their place. Well honestly must were too stupid to know different.” ‘Count to ten,’ she demanded to herself. ‘Don’t speak up, it will only making it worse.’ “But there were a few problems. They wanted freedom. To do what? Destroy the beautiful world we made? It was kept manageable for a while, but of course as time grew the terror of the muggle’s history began to fade.” She could tell he just loved the sound of his own voice.

“So the wizards and witches became weak and instead of taking care of the muggles they cared for them. Fell in love.” He said it like it was disgusting and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. “Then one weak witch became pregnant with a muggle’s off spring. It was an abomination to pass on the magic to some unworthy…” And Hermione was no match for Seamus’ anger. For a split second she didn’t want to stop him and it was all he needed. He leaped up and pointed his wand.

“Enough, this is all bullshit. TAKE IT BACK!”

He giggled again and it was filled with so much malice that both Hermione and Ginny leaped up. “Make me Mr. Finnigan. I battle much better than I teach this filth. I told my sister she should do it herself, but now I am glad because I get to have a little fun.”

“Let it go,” She hissed now wondering where to point her wand. Not wanting to really fight, but not seeing another way. The thought of him touching any one that was her's was painful.

“I thought I told you to shut your mouth you little mudblood.”

“Don’t call her that you piece of Death Eater shit.” She was suddenly just instinct as she watched in slow motion the spell Amycus threw at Seamus. And boy was he fast. She pushed Seamus out of the way and it hit her. It threw her into the wall and pain exploded through her body. Especially her head as it smacked against the stonewall. There was nothing for a second and thrn Ginny was over her yelling her name. When she could finally move without crying she looked for Seamus.

Amycus had his wand to Seamus neck. “Back down half breed. Or I might just think about crushing your little girlfriend.” Finally Seamus’ wand went down. She signed glad it was over, for now. “Good boy. Now I am much to tired for all your shit, LEAVE.”

Everyone else ran from the room as Ginny and Seamus helped Hermione to her feet. As the exited she heard, “Oh and Miss. Granger I will be seeing you around.”

When they were finally far enough away Ginny stopped them. “What was that all about?” Hermione shook her head not wanting to explain the story. “Hermione you should go to the hospital wing.”

“No I am fine. Really Ginny I am okay.”

“You're stupid," Seamus snapped the first words he’d spoken since the incident.

“Excuse me?”

“I would have had him Mione. Why’d you get in the way?”

“Because he was going to hurt you.”

“I am stronger than you I could have taking it. Ever think of using your wand?”

She blushed from embracement and anger. “You’re welcome and don’t start on about this stupid macho shit!”

“I am not…”

“STOP IT!” Ginny was yelling at both of them. “Fighting is just what they want. You’re both stupid.”

“Okay, okay.” Seamus conceded.

“You’re right Gin, sorry. Listen Seamus keep the anger for the DA. You guys let everyone know there is meeting right after dinner tomorrow. So no more detention we can’t afford them. Seamus I know it’s hard, but we need you there, k?”

“Got you Mione.”

“Pass it around guys.” They both nodded as the threesome split. She couldn’t wait for her bed. She didn’t want to think about the night’s events or the ones to come. Her world was shit and she would have to come to terms with that.

She walked in already feeling the bruises when she found Malfoy sitting in the common reading a book. Good to see someone had a fucking relaxing night. He stared up from the book and smirked.

She shook her head not in the mood at all and was about to head to her room when Malfoy spoke, “I found this novel Granger. I noticed you marked this particular section.”

She spun around coming closer, gasping when she realized what book it was. “You went in my room!” She tired to grab the book from his hands, but he evaded her. She felt sore and sluggish so the attempt was even more pathetic.

“Chill Granger I went to look for you not knowing you’d left to inform you about Snape and I saw this on the floor half under your bed. You can imagine my surprise when I saw it was the book I told you, you wouldn’t like.”

“Don’t ever go in my room again.”

“Don’t worry I wont. Though I have to agree the section you book marked is tantalizing.”

“Shut up Malfoy. I just thought it was interesting.”

“Oh yes I agree it’s very interesting… 'His smooth unworked hands roughly slid between the lips of her most sensitive spot. He groaned when he found her wet. “ I find thy lady’s need great. Than I must take you now.” She groaned her agreement. Before she was even finished she felt him shove one large finger in her opening. She bit her lip trying not to howl with pleasure.’”

She shivered at his words. How even his tongue was graceful as he purred the sentences. “Stop it Malfoy.”

“I don’t know if I would have used the word interesting. Maybe steamy, suggestive, alluring, sexual.” The word sexual held so much potential. If words could be tangible that one would have purred down her skin like silk.

“Call it what you want Malfoy I don’t have time for this.” He looked concerned for a second but than smirked again. She would rip it off one these days and than dance on the bloody bits. Eww morbid thought.

“If this was your fantasy for your first time why didn’t you just ask.”

“It’s not my…” But she couldn’t lie. It sort of had been a fantasy to find a man like Sir Gallant, but wait that’s right they didn’t exist! It would always be just that a fantasy. “I wouldn’t have bothered you’d make a horrible Gallant.

He laughed and got up standing a few feet from her. “You’re right Gallant is all weepy with love.” He made a face, but started reading again. “ ‘She grinded against him and he gasped. She could feel his strength as held her with no effort. He removed one hand from her hip and grabbed his member. Than with out warning she felt him slowly push the head of his member into her opening.’ Hmm that sounds familiar.”

“Malfoy,” She growled with a blush but he didn’t stop.

“ ‘ He moved slowly until he had sheathed himself completely inside her.’ I think I could do this part well don’t you?”

She needed to get a way from him the two scenes were playing in her head all too clearly. One was the scene from the book that she witnessed in her mind’s eye countless times, but one was of her and Malfoy reenacting it against these very walls. “I’ve had a long night.” Saying it made her feel it again and her back was killing her. “I have to go to bed.” She started to head up stairs to the bathroom.

Malfoy followed her but she ignored it suddenly obsessed with seeing the injures. They reached the bathroom.

“You look in once pieces.” She ignored him facing away from him and peeling off her shirt. The movements sent sharp pains down her spine, but she didn’t make a sound. ‘Not in front of Malfoy.’ She would prove she didn’t need his help.

She heard Malfoy hiss and knew it was bad. She looked in the mirror and if it hadn’t been for Malfoy she would have screamed in horror. Her back was already blossoming into deep purple marks and they were everywhere. Even on her arms. “One piece hmmm?” She tired to make it sound light, but it came out tired.

“Gods Granger they did that do you?”

“Sort of did it to myself when I pushed Seamus out of the way. I think the walls worse off though.” She tired to make a joke cause she didn’t like the look of concern in Malfoy’s face. It was one thing to help because he felt bad, but they didn’t really mean anything to each other, right?

“You would Granger. Here let me heal it.”

“No!” She yelled and turned her back away from him.

“Why the hell not?”

“I can deal with the pain Malfoy. I don’t need you help.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Would you get rid of it and let them see that they hurt you so much you had to banish it?”

He shook his head no but still argued with her. “You don’t have to do this Granger.”

“Yes I do. They think muggles are so stupid and helpless well I’ll show them we’re just as tough. Anything that doesn’t kill me will heal muggle slow.”

“You’re not a muggle.” She started to run a bath ignoring him. “Here,” he said stepping closer, “at least use this one it relaxes your muscles.” He turned a knob Hermione hadn’t used yet. It pissed her off when it smelled like ginger.

“Thanks.”

“Did you hit your head Granger?”

“I am fine Malfoy you can leave.”

“Did you?”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Now leave you’re giving me a headache.”

“No you could have a concussion.”

“Whatever,” in no mood to argue. “Turn around.” Her back was screaming in agony. She hadn’t known so many muscles were used to fucking talk.

“Granger I just saw you naked already. Three times actually.”

“Turn if you want to stay.” He grumbled but did it. She hissed and cried with every movement of taking her clothes off, and Malfoy flinched but she wouldn’t let him turn. Finally, when she was naked she started to get into the tube, but as she tired to bend she screamed.

Malfoy turned to help, but it only made it worse. “TURN AROUND!”

“Granger you’re being stupid.” He closed his eye but she already felt so humiliated.

“Now, please.” He turned. She slid the last of the way cursing, feeling the hot water sting her skin, but she started to relax inhaling the scent. “You can turn around if you want.” He sat on the floor with his back against the sink cabinets.

“So what set the stupid fat head Seamus off anyway,” Malfoy said finally ending the silence. She was glad he was finally the one uncomfortable with the comfortable silence.

“He’s not the fat head. And it was the horrendous lies about muggle history. Hatching from mud from the underworld haa.”

Malfoy laughed. “That’s the history a lot of pure bloods learn.”

She gasped and than winced. “It’s complete rubbish” Malfoy shrugged. “Gods, Malfoy for someone so smart you really are dense. You believe in Gods who just besotted humans with gifts. If that’s so then why does blood really matter we were all just simple humans at one point.”

“How do you explain it?”

“I don’t really, but if I had to I’d go with the scientific route Malfoy. Humans developed and with it genes that gave some of us magical powers. That way it’s passed through blood and why some muggles can have magical children.”

“Sort of a shallow reasoning.”

“Yes you’re right the stories about gods, underworlds, and enslaved muggles is so much more realistic.” Malfoy laughed.

“Said like that you’re right.” They continued to talk and she was beginning to think that Malfoy was trying to keep her distracted but she let him. Finally when she heard the clock chime twelve she knew she needed sleep.

“Towel.”

He laid it over the shower rail and turned without being asked. Getting out was easier but still painful. She wrapped the towel around herself, but she suddenly felt woozy. She barely caught herself on the side of the shower. Malfoy turned and ran to her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I am just tired. It’s been a long day. Sleep.” She almost begged.

“Okay, okay.” He smirked taking her arm and leading her towards the door to his room. It hurt even to be touched, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it without the help.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.”

“Oh no, not your bed.”

“Nothing bad, or should I say good. I just want to be able to wake you up every two hours if you refuse to get actual help. You know, make sure you’re still around to fuck later.”

“Classy.”

He sat her on the bed and than got out a pair of silky green shorts and black t-shirt. He threw them at her and turned, but not with out tell her how stupid it was. It was okay to slip on the boxer but the shirt hurt too much. Finally Malfoy turned and wordlessly and helped her.

“Thanks.”

“Yea, yea.” He slipped into the bed and waited for her. Malfoy shut off all the lights with a flick of his wand. She could feel his warmth and she basked in his smell. It was almost over whelming.

It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. She slightly remembered being woken up and grumbling, but her body and mind was so tired she fell right back into the deepest sleep she’d ever had.
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She woke as if from the dead, but the instant she moved her body was alive with pain. She bit into the pillow whimpering. Tears poured down her cheeks and she knew she had to get up fast. Rip it like a band-aid. She pulled her self up and it took all she had not to yell. She put her hands into tight fits almost cutting her palms with her fingernails. She was trying to relearn how to breath when she felt two hands lightly touch her shoulders. She winced.

“You don’t have a concussion,” said the groggy voice of Malfoy beside her. She smiled.

“Wish I did.” He laughed letting go of her shoulders. She heard him get off the bed. “What time is it?”

“Seven.”

“Oh good breakfast isn’t till nine.” Malfoy came around the bed. He was just wearing long silky pjs. She start to reach out to touch his chest, but instantly stopped instead she touched his pants.

“Nice Pjs,” she grumbled trying to recover.

“You can touch me Granger. I don’t mind.” He bent down so their eyes met. This time she did touch his chest. It felt cool against her feverish hands. He pushed a bottle in he face. “Drink it.” She shook her head. “Granger it won’t heal that mess you call a back, but it will take some of the pain away. It wouldn’t be good for you if you can’t even move. I don’t think they’ll be any easier on you because you’re all bruised.” He said this last part in a baby voice and she grabbed the bottle from his hand.

“It’s kind of like Advil?” As soon as she said it she knew it was stupid.

“What is Advil?” He said trying the word out on his tongue. Nothing surprised her more than when Malfoy didn’t know something so commonly muggle. It wasn’t like the muggle world was hidden.

“It’s a mild pain reliever that muggles use.”

He made a face and stood. She realized he was looking for clothes and it saddened her. She’d rather like him to walk around naked all the time. She sighed that it would never be so. She downed the bottle and Malfoy laughed when she made a face.

“You could have warned me,” she accused with a grimace.

“And miss your reaction?” He was still laughing as he got dressed. She sat there for a while letting the potion warm her from the inside out. She felt a lot of the pain fade and with it tension she hadn’t know was there. Actually, it made her fell a little loopy and she smiled. Then she frowned.

“Did you get me high?!” She leaped up and stumbled, but was glad that it didn’t hurt.

“It’s just an euphoric side effect. It should go way in about an hour or two.”


“An hour or two, WHAT! You, you are a bad boy.” She suddenly laughed at her words and Malfoy eyes were wide with shock his lips turned in a gleeful smirk.

“I should have known you’d have a strong reaction Granger.”

“I am sure you did. First time getting drunk, burning a dress, getting slapped, having an orgasm,” she blushed but kept going, “first time getting high were all with you. If my father was here he’d say ‘That Mr. Malfoy is a bad influence on you.’ ” She laughed and Malfoy laughed with her but she was pretty sure it was actually at her.

“You’ve had an orgasm before, right Granger? You have touched yourself?” He asked not hiding the smirk. He knew the answer, she was sure.

“Yes. I just meant the first time someone else gave me one besides myself.” She reached under the pillow and found her wand. “AHHH HA!” She giggled. Some part of her knew that if she was actually giggling in front of another human being, let alone Malfoy, that she needed to clear her head. She pointed the wand at herself and whispered the spell. Her head started to clear though she was still a little foggy around the edges. Still couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s better. No more taking advantage of my state Mr. Malfoy.”

“What did you do?”

“It’s a spell for clearing ones head. I’ve used it on Ron and Harry when they’ve both gotten a little too drunk. I thought it would work for me. It did for the most part.”

“You talk to much Granger.”

“You smell.”

“Childish.” She laughed and headed to her room to get changed. As she pulled off Malfoy’s clothes and got dressed a large part of her knew that today would get worse. Everyday from here on out would probably suck, and she was a little grateful for the warm, happy emotions that took the edge of her fears.

She headed back to Malfoy’s room and dropped off the clothes in a folded pile. Malfoy wasn’t there so she went to look for him down stairs. He was sitting reading and she groaned when she realized it was the same book from last night.

He laughed when he heard her. “Reading this is like a little insight into your head.”

“Please Malfoy, if you want some insight into my head try reading something a little more... educational.” He put the book down looking serious.

“Dully noted. Listen Granger, I meant to tell you last night that we have a perfects meeting at eight.”

“Why? We finished all the schedules for this week and next. There is nothing else to talk about.”

“Well, the problem is that Snape is resigning prefects tonight so we need to sort of make new groups.”

She growled. “I should have known. Let me guess there are all going to be from Slytherin.”

“I wish. Just be there at eight okay.”

“I don’t like this Malfoy.”

“Oh well than I’m sure Snape will change it back for you. They’re in power now so be happy with what you have.”

“Fuck you. I am sure you’re having a right old time with this. You’re not the one who had to face danger at every turn. Watch them hurt innocents and bash muggles and muggle borns.”

“Welcome to your new world Granger.” He was smirking that arrogant prick.

“I use to think I liked you because you didn’t sugar coat things. I think I change my mind you compassionless ass.” She whisked herself away trying to ignore the compulsion to smile. She didn’t want to be fucking happy.
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Apparently no body else did either. The great hall was quieter that she could remember. She slid between Neville and Ginny and across from Dean and Seamus.

“What happened to your eye Seamus?” She was concerned, but a little pissed too. Seamus was going to be hard to keep under control.

“Zabini. But don’t worry his whole face is worse off.” He smiled.

“I am not worried about that. How much detention did you get for this?”

“Luckily it was McGonagall who caught me so I only have one tomorrow.”

She smiled, but it didn’t match her words. “You’re lucky because if you hadn’t shown up to night I would have given you another shiner to match.” Dean burst out laughing. They babbled about the situation until lunch was over and than Neville and her waked to Herbology. It wasn’t one of Hermione favorites, but it was nice to see Neville smile. Though today it was rough around the edges.

“Hey Mione I didn’t want to say anything back there but word got around fast. Everyone really excited for tonight.”

She knew immediately what he was talking about. “They shouldn’t be.”

“It’s the one thing that feels solid to them. It makes them feel useful. This all kind of happened fast, you know?”

“Hmm.” She could understand that, but she wasn’t happy that the one thing her and her fellow classmates had to hold on to was learning how to fight. What had their world come too?

Herbology was okay and thankfully the last of the potion’s side effects wore off. Though now she was in a foul mood. It didn’t help any when she realized she had double potions with Slytherians and Defense against the Dark Arts with Amycus after lunch.

She took a quick lunch and headed to the library to get a lot of her homework done, knowing there wouldn’t be much time tonight. Wanting a distraction helped her spearhead her way through all of her transfiguration homework and she caught up in all her Muggle History worked she’d missed. Though she'd rather have hexed the new book she’d gotten into a million pieces.

Potions class was awful. Snape had managed to be both head master and potion’s master. He took so many points away from Gryffindor it should have been illegal. He ridiculed every Gryffindor more than usual, and it didn’t help the he paired them with the Slytherians just to be cruel. When class was over she felt like crying from anger, but DADA class turned out to be worse than she could have imagined.

Saying Amycus was horrible was the understatement of the year. No the century. He began by making them all call him professor Carrow in unison a few thousand times, and giggling horribly with satisfaction. Until he realized Hermione was only mouthing the words and than he took a hundred points from Gryffindor and threatened a detention. She realized she had bigger battles to fight so when he demanded she say it aloud in front of the class she grinned and bared it. Though the words felt like poison dripping from him mouth.

“Louder Miss. Granger.”

“I am sorry Professor Carrow.”

“Better. You all need to learn some fucking respect.”

It had only gotten worse. He started by showing the class ways to trick muggles and keep them at bay. Or course they were all violent. When one brave female student from Ravenclaw dared to ask way it was necessary to be so violent with muggles when they simply could be avoided, things got ugly. He proceeded to pick poor Neville out of the solemn crowd. She could tell how pleased he was with Nev’s fear.

“Okay, I want Mr. Longbottom is it?” Nev didn’t answer knowing god dame well he knew his name. “To pretend to be a muggle. It shouldn’t be too hard.” Hermione almost wanted to cry with the look a shame that crossed Neville’s face, but it was quickly replaced by a cold anger.

“No it shouldn’t be hard to act like a human being, must of us do it everyday.”

She smiled, not being able to help it. Neville was never good with defending him self so she was shocked by the simple but effective backhanded comment. The whole class burst into a soft laughter.

“Shut up!” The class quieted. “Cute. Now, Mr. Longbottom I want you to show why muggles are dangerous. Let us pretend Miss. Ironfur here is walking down the street in her robes and a muggle starts making fun of her. She tires to ignore him of course, as she is far more superior, but now he starts to follow her. Starts cat calling her. We’ve all been taught to ignore muggles, but bad stuff can happen if you don’t just eliminate the problem at once.” She would have laughed at the sheer stupidly of it all if he hadn’t been talking about killing muggles. Though the message was clear it was badly hidden behind his lesson. “Now, I want you to step close to her. Think about what a freak you think she is and how you want to teach her a lesson. Maybe you want to humiliate her.” Hermione shuttered with disgust along with a few other of the more aware females in the room. This thing called a man was should never be allowed to roam the earth.

Neville stepped closer, but looked horrified. So did the Ravenclaw. “Push her Mr. Longbottom.” Neville’s face turned purple, but he gave her a slight push, which didn’t even move her slender body.

“Come on you little twit. I said fucking push her. Show her what muggles are like, brutish and stupid. Now fucking punch her. Show her what a man you think you are.” This was getting sick and it was only a half hour into their first class. Neville’s fist clenched and from one awful minute she though he would do it. Apparently so didn’t the Ravenclaw who backed a why with tears in her eyes. She was afraid to stay and to afraid to leave. Hermione started to get up, this was inexcusable. But when would she learn she was in a different world now?

Amycus didn’t even turn to her, but pointed his wand. “I’d keep my pretty little ass on the seat Miss. Granger.” She didn’t sit down but she stopped moving. In limbo.

“Hit her! It’s the only way to make better fighters.”

“Fighter for who? I wont hit her. I don’t hit girls.”

“Stupid boy.” Suddenly the slender Ravenclaw named Miss. Ironfur went flying backwards and Hermione had just enough time to catch her with a swift blocking spell so she didn’t fly into a the few unused desk behind her. This made her take her eyes off Neville and Carrow and she heard a loud crunch. She turned her attention just as chaos irrupted. Neville stumbled back obviously having been hit in the face, his wand was pointed but still.

“Come on Mr. Longbottom use your god given magic! Like a real wizard.”

“No!”

She tired to push through the crowed who were all too stunned and afraid to move. Just as she reached the front she saw Amycus punch Neville in the stomach and he flew to the ground. Just as she raised her wand, not really sure what she was doing, she felt her self stumble back and few hands caught her.

“Meddling mudblood.”

“Keep your filthy hands off her!” Neville yelled struggling back on his feet. He nose was obviously broken and it was spilling blood down his face and making morbid patterns on his shirt.

“I haven’t put my hands on her yet, but you can bet I’ll put them all over…” His terrible words were cut short when Neville threw a spell, “Anapneo Impedo.”

Amycus clutched at his throat and Hermione realized that he was chocking. Then Neville screamed, “Expelliarmus.” Amycus wand flew and landed near the shacking Ravenclaw Ironfur who picked it up and threw it to Neville. It surprised her the girl was willing to endanger herself. It some how made her like her more. But she realized Amycus was turning blue and Neville didn’t look like he would stop.

“Stop it Neville. You’re killing him. STOP!” She ran to him. “You’re not a murderer Neville, no matter how disserving.”

“Finite Incantatem,” he said softly and Amycus could breath. The sound of gasping air made her sad, and she braised herself for the punishment. Neville threw the wand back and had the same looking of disappointment and fear in his eyes.

“Everyone sit the fuck down.” He turned on them as the others, some crying, returned to their seats. “Death doesn’t scare me Mr. Longbottom, but it should you.” He was scathing and it took all Hermione had to not wince. “It’s a shame you’re such a mudblood lover, you might have made a ruthless Death Eater.” Hermione didn’t need to see Neville to know the look in his eyes were pained. It was the worse compliment a person could have given him. “You have detention for a week, with me, starting tomorrow!”

She started to pull Neville away and out the door. She performed a weak spell to stop the blood. “Where do you two think you’re going? The hospital wing? I don’t bloody think so. I have a lesson to teach.”

He made them sit there for the rest of the forty-five minutes. She sat next to Neville and kept looking over to him. She could tell he was in such pain from the tension in is body, but his eyes were set like stone giving nothing away. It disturbed her, even if she understood. And not once did he look at her.

The little of what she heard of the lesson was terrible but not as terrible as her consuming thoughts. Day two Neville’s nose was broken, spirits were starting to shatter, Amycus had talked again about putting his hands on her, detentions, and worse she wasn’t one lick closer to figuring out how to get the sword and getting the hell out of here. But looking at Neville’s nose and the tacky half dried blood on his face and shirt she knew she wouldn’t leave, ever. Not if there was one dame Death Eater to be found in these walls.
When they could finally leave class it was a relief but as she left,

“Miss. Granger I didn’t know you cared so much. I’ll be seeing you around.” Her skin felt like it should leap from her body. Her stomached protested as Neville pulled her from the room

“I’ll kill him next time Hermione so don’t worry about his hands.” He sounded so serious and her heart hurt.
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After she took Neville, who didn’t talk much after that comment, to the hospital wing she went to dinner. Madame Pomfrey looked sad but not completely shocked. Neville lied and said he got in a fight with another boy. She didn’t get it but she let it go. She didn’t have any right to judge she thought as she felt the pain in her back come back in small increments.

As the shock faded she started to feel shaky. Amycus had let Neville off too easy and so she knew his detentions would be bad. She would have to plan the meetings around them too, because Neville was a backbone to the DA. She also needed to get Ginny, Neville, Luna and maybe Dean and Seamus together alone to discus their sword plans. She simply couldn’t get more people involved, to dangerous in terms of secrecy. She sighed knowing she was going into the business mode because she was shaken head to toe, but it was better the atrocious thoughts lurking around the corner.

She picked up an early dinner, but found she wasn’t really hungry. She sat in room, oddly, waiting for Malfoy so they could walk together into the prefects meeting. She was actually slightly surprised when he showed up.

“Granger.”

“Malfoy.”

“Have fun in potions?”

“A fucking blast.” She looked at the clock and got up. She gasped feeling her back, but was happy it was better than yesterday. Than again, she thought, it might be that the medicine was just starting to ware off.

“Ready?”

“In a rush to head into the lion’s den?”

“Please Malfoy, the whole place is a lion’s den.” She laughed darkly.

“Yea I heard about Longbottom.”

“Hmmp, word spread fast.” She threw on her nap sack and started for the door. She really didn’t want to talk about it she just wanted Malfoy around because she felt safe. She couldn’t believe safe and Malfoy could be in the same thought, but if she walked the halls with him there were very few people who would fuck with her.

“Not really I heard Amycus when he was talking to Snape in the potion’s room. Pretty pissed in a sick twisted way. I got to hand it to Longbottom, that took balls. Even if he is stupid to face off with Amycus.” She could have sworn she saw him shiver.

“Neville was brilliant, braver than some people I know. And he wasn’t trying to face off with creepy giggles,” This made Malfoy smile, “ he was defending me when Carrow started to talk about putting his hands all over me.”

They were walking in the halls making a quick journey of it because their feet knew the way.

“He has a serious hard on for you Granger.”

When she finally realized what he meant she instantly wanted to shy away from the topic. “He’s not the only one. I guess I am just one popular chick.”

“Funny.” But his words didn’t match his tone.

“I’ll be here all night.”

“You’re stupid.” She didn’t have anything else to say and they were at the door. Snape was standing there and she sneered at him. He really didn’t seem to even notice her.

“I am assuming you informed Miss. Granger of the changes.”

“I am right here, Head Master.” She added sweetly. “I am sure your replacements will be fine. I mean all students that make prefects have to be honorable, rule abiding students.”

Snape scowled as she walked in the room with a sick smile on her face. Malfoy laughed behind her murmuring something about her and pistols. Her smiled didn’t last when she started checking out the new faces. A lot of them were Slytherins but worse they were all pure blood. Her own blood boiled. It was some how more insulting. She was happy to see a few Gryffindor they couldn’t be force out but Lavender was the only one she knew well.

The meeting was over fairly quick. They went over the rules for those who were new. Hermione often stole the spot light wanting to make sure, for all those who looked at her with scorn, that while on the job she was the fucking alpha. They simply switched names to make a new schedule. Though Hermione won out in making sure that no two Slytherins were ever put together. Though it pained her to put her prefects in some danger she didn’t trust them alone. She knew it made her a little more calculating and cold, but she was taking away some power form these implanted fake prefects. Snape stood in the back watching over, but making no comment. Just as she was about to leave she thought of something else to say.

“I’d like to add that while on duty you’re responsible for each other so I’ll be watching you all carefully. Okay everyone can leave.”

“Stupid mudblood bitch.” She heard someone murmur loudly among the hustle and busel of leaving.

She snapped her attention from the clock, which said eight-thirty, and back to the group. “Who said that?” She had just about enough of this day. No one spoke at first. A lot of eyes looked as if they’d like to say they had, but there were a few looked upset and shocked. Malfoy was of course grinning.

“Me.” A six-year Slytherin stood up. She found it funny that he had actually always been a prefect, this Mister Sam Wood.

“Ahh Mr. Wood, right? It’s funny you never had a problem before. So lets make something clear, don’t start feeling brave and don’t ever call that again if you like your tongue where it is. You don’t have to like me Wood, but while I am Head Girl you will respect me.”

He looked at Malfoy as if for help but only received a shrug and smirk. She snapped her fingers and his attention turned back to her, his eyes cold. “A hundred points for bad language and poor taste. Oh and another fifty for looking at the Head Boy while I am talking to you. I am in charge too Mr. Wood. Dismissed everyone.” Everyone hurried out; Sam Wood gave her one last dark glace before he left too.

Malfoy howled with laugher. “A bit harsh. You really are a bitch.”

“You’re right I am such a bitch for reprimanding a student underneath by authority for calling my blood dirty.” She had to get ready for DA meeting and she really didn’t see what Malfoy found so funny.

Then she heard a cold voice from the corner of the room and couldn’t repress a small jump. “I’d remember that you are under my authority. I’d try not to threaten them to much, bad for business.”

She snorted but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she was being stupid. She was so shocked by today she felt like being reckless. She’d been feeling this way lately and she wasn’t sure what was wrong with her. But hadn’t she been reckless since Harry and Ron left? She’d almost, pretty much, and still wanted to fuck Draco Malfoy. The most dead sexist, hell bound, neutral having, smirk loving, ass saving archenemy. Oh and the man had a great ass.

“Yes threatening people less powerful than yourself to make them believe as you is a rather despicable form of commutating and ruling.” She walked to the door and said as she left. “I am so glad you’ve decided to keep me head master, I have a lot to learn.”

She kept walking knowing how dangerous Snape was and than it hit her. She wanted Snape to stop her. It was stupid because he’d kill her as surely as she stood, but she hated him. He’d kill Dumbledore. He’d had the answers and Snape had destroyed him and he was a huge reason Harry and Ron had to go on the run with nowhere to turn. Searching in the dark and alone. Why she was here and Death Eaters where making all their lives miserable. She wanted so badly to take him down. She wanted him if the time came. She wanted his blood. No, Hermione wasn’t a killer and Snape didn’t deserve the hole in her soul it would cause, but she certainly could cause a little pain in the name of justice. She smiled and than stopped. What was wrong with her? The answer was war.

She’d forgiven Malfoy, right? Yes and no. She didn’t forgive Malfoy for his sins, but it was almost like a slightly different version of Malfoy stood in front of her. This Malfoy smirked and swaged around with a palpable arrogance, but he was different. Malfoy had been a child, hell they still were in so many ways. Snape had no excuses and she would hear none from his lips because he would only scream when they finally met.

She turned just enough to see Snape’s face behind Malfoy as he stormed after her and Snape’s eyes held something. It was if he understood and he was laughing at her. That’s if Snape could laugh.

She suddenly needed to cry badly. But tears wouldn’t come as she walked. “YO! Granger are you listening.”

She hadn’t been so she didn’t pretend. “Not a word.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you. Normally I’d be pretty happy for you with your witty comes back and your sudden gain of a backbone, but you shouldn’t taunt them, especially Snape.”

“I am not going to let them take everything I am away from me Malfoy. I don’t get you and I don’t really care. What I care about it having what little I have left and keeping it.”

“These battles you’re picking are stupid Granger. You’re going to get yourself hurt.” His words made her remember her back and it screamed at her. She was fucking cranky.

“Been there done that.” She pointed her back and didn’t stop walking. Things to do. “At least I pick battles.”

“Fuck you, I’ve told you I’m on my own side.”

“Hmmm well I’ll have to get back to you after I look at the historical background of the self side. Oh wait that’s right it doesn’t exist!”

“Please Granger everyone’s on their own side.” They walked into the room and she slumped into the first chair.

“There might be some truth in that. Everyone has some personal gains, but the difference is we care about each other. We don’t just do it because of that and our personal gain is keeping ourselves alive and our families whole.”

“Sure, sure.” He sat at the desk and started to pull out homework. She sighed it was disturbing to being doing something so normal as homework when this was all going on.

“Keep your stupid side Malfoy.”

He turned to her and said, “And here I was beginning to think you liked me.”

“Don’t hold your breath.”
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She entered the Room of Requirements and relaxed at its fairly normal (for her) appearance. She never got over the rooms abilities and she wondered if someone would install one in her house one day. Ginny and Neville were at her side so she decided to have a talk before everyone else came.

“Listen Gin and Neville I need your guys help with something dangerous. I’ll explain but you don’t have to do it.”

“Don’t worry about it Mione what ever you need we’re here.” Neville spoke up and Ginny’s eyes echoed the sentiment.

“I think you should listen first.” She explained about seeing Harry and that she needed the sword. It was pretty brief because she couldn’t tell them much.

“Where is the sword Mione?”

“In the Head Master’s office.”

“Shit.”

“Blood sucking demon.”

“My thoughts exactly but it’s imperative I get this sword. I can’t tell you guys why and I’m sorry about that. And only of few of us can know too so I’ll understand if neither of you want to do this.”

“You have to be kidding Hermione.” Ginny eyes were shinning. “We trust you,” this made Hermione chest hurt, “if you say you need it and can’t tell us why we believe you.”

“Aye, aye. But don’t you think that it’s important to have as many people in on this as possible.”

“No. I don’t want all the DA to go down if this goes bad. We need some one to keep us going if something happens, and there is a good chance it might. Plus, I think after this lesson we’ll be the only ones strong enough to keep the information away from them. If we get caught the cover story is that we stole the sword to keep the Gryffindor relict and all it represents where it belongs, with us. If they can ever find this conversation they’ll torture us all.”

“What do you mean find this conversation out? What is our lesson?”

“I am talking about legilimens Neville. I can’t believe I never thought of it before but it’s can be quickest way to get what they want. They know we don’t learn the spell in practice or how to defend it. We need to learn how to block our thoughts or at least how to divert them.”

“Merlin you think so Hermione?”

“They all ready tried it on me.” She didn’t mention it was Malfoy because she didn’t even feel like explaining. She really couldn’t anyway. “Listen, most people aren’t that good at it, but most Death Eaters know how to do it. It’s a pretty horrible thing to do to someone and there is normally no need to. But I think it’s important to know, especially for us.”

“We are going to have to do this to each other?”

She knew they were both trying to hind their looks of revolution. “I know it’s a terrible thing to do, but it’ll be worse if they get a hold of us without training. This is priority number one for a while, but we’ll still study dark arts.”

“I don’t like this but like we said we trust you Mione.”

“I don’t like myself much right now about it but I think this is the right thing to do.”

People started to filter in by than all looking grave and battered around the edges. Still there was a shine in all their eyes. ‘Too bad,’ she thought, ‘that I am about to take that all away.’

She explained to the class what they were doing and few of the older students looked revolted but didn’t say a word. She explained how to do it. She taught the theory, the history, and practical hints. It was one of those spells people needed to know from the inside out to defeat.

“Alright, I want people to pair up. While we start to learn I want people to pair up according to who know each other best. The mind should always be private so lets go for painless memories to look at, like everyday mundane things.”

No one moved. She sighed not wanting to be mean and suddenly someone spoke up. “I am not saying anything bad about the people in the DA. I mean were like a brotherhood but I don’t think I want a bunch of people in my mind like that. Can’t you just do it Hermione? You’re the most understanding and you won’t judge. We trust you not to take advantage of this.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I can…” But soon there was loud murmur and lots of agreements. So much for leadership positions.

“Fine, I am really honored you all believe in me so much. I promise what I see will go nowhere. Luckily memories retrieved through mind reading can’t be seen by doing legilimens on the seer. The person will always have your memories but something about getting them through legilimens makes them protected in someone else’s mind.”

“Anyway, I am going to go easy till you all start getting stronger. This won’t feel quite like the real deal but we should start slow. Okay, I only want five at a time. Ginny you take some and practice shielding. I want to see some impenetrable shield people. Neville disarming. I want see some creativity. Luna jinxes, you’re good at those. Oh and Seamus lets do some hand to hand combat.” She pointed to a corner of the room where the Room of Requirements had given them heavier mats, gloves and even fighting sticks. Seamus grinned. “Just basics, but I’m thinking it’s something they won’t expect and god forbid any of us find ourselves without a wand.”

The groups merged and ever group switched ever fifteen minutes or so. Everyone rather enjoyed the hand-to-hand combat but no one liked getting his or her minds ripped apart. She was quickly becoming everyone’s least favorite person, but she realized it was better this way because this could have caused some animosity in the group. They needed to work like a machine.

When it was finally over everyone was beat magically, physically and mentally. “Okay everyone great job. I am can’t tell you how proud I am. However, I want to be serious for a moment. Things aren’t good right now and this isn’t a game anymore.” She heard grumbles. “I am not saying it was! Just it’s not the same as being against Umbridge. I trust in all of you and I want you all to start feeling the same way about each other. The time for unity is now. Make friends with the other student. Everyone of them, even out side your house.”

“Not Slytherins.”

She laughed, “Yes them too if they need it because sepearte we fail. I am not taking this lightly and so DA isn’t going to be either. So I know I probably wont be everyone’s favorite for a while, but I am here for everyone. So is Neville and Ginny. We are going to start seeing a lot of each other folks so try to be here, together.”

“Everyday.” Some Ravenclaw that joined them earlier in the year squeaked happily.

“No studies are still important,” everyone groaned, “but I was thinking about fours days a week.”

“With practice like that, that’ll be all we can take.”

“Speak for yourself. I am ready to do something.”

“Aye, aye.”

“To the DA.” Someone yelled.

“TO THE DA.” The group all yelled. It would have warmed her if they hadn’t all been just barely young adults.

The group dissolved some coming up to Hermione, Ginny, Nev, Seamus, and Luna thanking them for a great practice. Most of their words were slurred with sleep and she rushed them off knowing it was well past curfew. Luckily most of the students prowling the halls that night would at the least turn a blind eye.

Hermione was tired to the bone. Her back was screaming at her and she hasn’t even done anything but perform the same spell all night. She was glad she done so much homework earlier because it would have been impossible to shove another thing into her over worked brain. Hermione had never thought the day would come when she didn’t want any more knowledge but it felt weird to have memories in her head that didn’t belong to her. But seeing them straight from another’s mind made them some how feel at home in her head. Though, thankfully, they were starting to fade around the edges.

She’d seen everyone parents, first scraped knee, there first time learning they had magic (for those who hadn’t grown up in magical homes), and pets. Some how these mundane memories were more disturbing. Maybe it was because these little everyday things made people who they were. She’d seen how they had grown and who they really were when they were just themselves. It made it harder for her to ask them to fight. She knew it wasn’t really her asking them to risk themselves but she was giving them the tools

She suddenly felt so old and she just wanted to go to bed. The DA would be meeting Tuesdays, Thursday, Friday and Saturdays. It made her tired to even think about it. She was however meeting with Neville and Ginny before Neville’s detentions about their plans for stealing the sword. They had a lot of planning to do and they had decided until they had figured out what exactly they were doing they weren’t going to tell another soul.

Hermione already had some sort of idea but it was sketchy at best and she wasn’t willing to put her friends lives at stake for sketchy. But she also knew she needed to get it fast. How were Harry and Ron suppose to get through this all without being able to destroy the Hurcuxes. The idea of having more than one hanging around, during their already stressful situation, made her shudder.

She hadn’t heard from Harry and Ron in a while but really it was better. She didn’t want to know more than she did incase anything happened to her. Her thoughts carried her all the way to the dorm. Her body, suddenly aware, knew how close she was to bed and didn’t want to work anymore. She found Malfoy there with Zabini. They were sitting at a table and it reminded her of different times. A time, not long ago, when this scene didn’t bother her. Her blood boiled with ever ounce of energy she had left. They were discussing something in low whispers.

“Death Eater party? I wasn’t invited, I am crushed.” They snapped around and Malfoy looked pissed. Zabini had a smirk on his face so obviously trying to mimic Malfoy. She told him so.

“Get that shit eating smirk off you face Zabini it’s just a half rate version of Malfoy’s.” Malfoy looked torn between laughter and rage.

“I guess you would know Granger seeing how you know Malfoy so intimately.”

“Jealous?” Malfoy out right laughed. “Don’t let me ruin your plans to destroy the world.” She yawned. She loved that people couldn’t hex each other in this room but she decided she wasn’t up to anymore hateful banter. She started to walk away. But obviously Zabini wasn’t done.

“Oy Granger I never properly thanked you for saving me a thousand big ones. Though it might have been fun to see your precious saint virgin image smashed the way your pride was that night.” She knew what night he meant but Zabini was small time. Plus, he didn’t have an idea just what Malfoy had done for her. Malfoy pulled Zabini’s shoulder not looking pleased that the event had been brought up.

She laughed darkly and this took him a back. “It’s Pansy you should thank. But Zabini if you fought as you good as you talked I might be afraid. To bad your soft where it counts.” He started for her, pointing his wand, and she laughed more. Malfoy pulled him back. She laughed all the way to bed and fell a sleep in her clothes.
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For the next three weeks life went like this. She barely had time to sleep. Classes were horrible. Not only were they hard but the Carrows and the other Death Eater where finding any and everyway to injure at let one student a class. She was forced to listen to hateful muggle propaganda. In DADA class students were forced to battle each other and when they refused they were given detention and on Amycus’ bad days there was even beatings. The Slytherins were having a right time of utterly destroying the other students during these lessons (not to mention in the hall). As they knew more dark spell than any others. Often the students left with bloody noses and black eyes.

Detentions were worse. When they weren’t forced to do humiliating bone aching physical labor they were literally being tortured or trying to be forced to hurt others. All the students looked older. Neville had come back for each detention looking worse and worse and had absolutely refused to talk about it. But he didn’t need to. He had bruises around his wrist, dark circles under his eyes, and some gashes that peaked from under his shirt. It horrified her enough to be a coward and not force Neville to talk.

In the first week, students with one or more muggle parents had fled. Well, as many as could escape before they cracked down and now refused any students to leave. The “ministry” even made it a criminal offense for students of age not be in school. Forcing those families who had removed their children to flee. Actually many of her fellow students parents had to flee, just like hers. It was obvious, from what Ginny had told her of Mr. Wesley’s letter, that it was heart-breaking decision to leave their children so alone. They werent just taking Hogwarts, a second home to many, this was splitting families from their children. Even wizading families weren’t save. There were whispers of disappearing aunts, uncles, cousins, fathers, and mothers.

Of course not a one disappearance, let alone any mention of the Dark Lord, was printed in the media. That was if you could call it media anymore. The only legal form of press that was allowed was the Daily Prophet, which Hermione only read to read between the lines. And she’d thought it couldn’t get any worse. Anyone caught with other forms of news, especially Luna’s father’s new letter, The Quibbler, were punished. In the last couple of days there had been deep under ground rumors of a student made news letter. She shivered at the thought of the danger that would put anyone in. On top of that everyone’s letters were read before even entering their hands. So students couldn’t even share their horror stories. Any student found with contraband, which there was a list even Hermione couldn’t memorize, was punished.

But Hermione didn’t have time to worry about that. Between DA meetings, lessons, Head Girl responsibilities, and becoming the go to girl for students she didn’t even have time to think. She felt like she was constantly going on emotion and quick thinking. Though Hermione was good under pressure, when needed to be, she didn’t like giving advice and protecting people when she didn’t even have time to comprehend the situation. Especially because, now a day's long, restful, good night sleep consisted of maybe six hours. Her tiredness made her want to eat, but her nerves made everything want to come back up. Not being able to eat made her more tired and the more tired she became the worse her nerves got. She was working on sheer will power by the end of the third week.

“You look like you haven’t eaten in weeks,” said Malfoy with a face. He obviously disapproved with her forced lack of nutrition.

“I haven’t.” It was Sunday and it was the day she most looked forward to. She didn’t have to patrol, of which she got the shittest hours. She had no classes and no DA meetings. With only her homework to do it was pretty relaxing. Actually, she had to go plan with Ginny and Neville but that wasn’t for hours. Those hours called her, begging her to sleep. Especially since she’d finished all her homework or a least all the homework she found necessary to do.

But sleep would have to wait because Malfoy was there. She tired to tell herself it was because she didn’t trust him, but really it was because she didn’t get to spent time with him often. During class Malfoy slipped on the poster boy of pure blood mask on. He was cruel, taunting, and loved humiliating and that was only to Hermione. But the little time they spend alone it was completely different. They talked lightly, did head boy/girl duties, and even homework together. It was a time when neither of them had to pretend, but they never talked about it. They hadn’t even discussed how closed they’d come to fucking. This was probably mostly due to Hermione who shut down the second Malfoy even started to flirt or make an explicit comment.

“You look like shit Granger. I can’t even remember a time you’ve gone to bed before me.”

“I don’t do that anymore either. I can sleep when I am dead.” She meant it as a joke but it sounded morbid considering their situation.

“What are you up to all the time Granger.”

She really didn’t want to talk about this anymore. She didn’t want to open up to Malfoy because she as afraid to let him in. She wasn’t sure she could trust him, but even more she was afraid it would make her want him more. It didn’t matter that she rarely slept because when she did he filled her every dream. She really needed help.

“With head girl duties, detentions, and having to help the young students because no one else here cares about them.” She made the comment for him because he only paid attention to students when they got in his way. She had to admit she really hated him when he hurt her students. “On top of homework and I don’t have a lot of time to relax.”

She was looking at him sitting across from her on one of the plush chairs. She really wanted to snuggle deep into one and wake up when this was all over. That’s why she was sitting, back straight, in the hard wooden chair.

“When is the last time you’ve touched yourself Granger?”

She was too use to him by now to get worked up, or maybe she was just tired. “Since Amycus Carrow walked through the door.”

Malfoy laughed darkly. “Well maybe you should go up stairs and do that. I heard it’s good on the nerves. I could help you.”
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heheh so evil!