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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult +
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Revenge
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or places they belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling: It is her world I just play in it.
Chapter 13-Revenge?
It took Draco longer to compose himself than he thought it should have taken. This put Draco into one of his typical foul moods. That was just as well for him if he were to be seen walking about in an air of confusion it would not help his reputation in the slightest. He must never appear to be ruffled, word of that would certainly get back to his father and Draco had learned years ago that defying his father was not worth the punishment for having done so.
Draco stepped out into the corridor in a huff and plowed square into the chest of Mad Eye Moody. “Where is it that you are going in such a hurry, young buck?” Moody growled into the empty hallway and surveyed Draco with a look of utter disgust.
“That is hardly any of you business, Professor, but I am going back to my house common room.”
“Perhaps I asked the wrong question. What is a Slytherin doing in this part of the castle at this hour? And just so you know, that is in fact my business.”
Draco stared insolently at his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and he bit his tongue, there was nothing that he could say that would get him out of his imminent detention. Then again, perhaps there was, “I was just trying to check on Hermione, sir. Potter and Ginny are involved behind her back and, well I thought that someone should tell her.” The truth or at least part of the truth would set him free.
“Ah,” said Moody and his magical eye swiveled back into his head. “On your way then.”
Draco knew a dismissal when he heard one and he was off like a shot, he did not want to wait for Moody to change his mind. Though from how quickly Moody moved toward the Gryffindor common room Draco doubted that he’d be bothered to rebuke him at a later date. He settled into a comfortable walk and continued to the Slytherin common room with a smirk on his lips.
It would have seemed to the eyes of an observer that Moody’s feet didn’t touch the ground as he hastened to the Gryffindor common room. He was acutely aware of the power that Hermione was capable of wielding even when she wasn’t upset. The mere thought of what she might be capable of in her agitated state sent a chill like a bucket of ice water down his spine. He had to stop her before she did something that she’d forever regret having done.
“Hello Professor Moody,” said Ron. Moody didn’t see or hear the young wizard, he composed himself in record time before opening the portrait hole and “casually” interrupting the disaster that was likely to have occurred had he not interceded. “Ah, Miss Granger, just the person I was searching for. Would you mind accompanying me to my office, I have a question about your most recent essay.” Ron had followed Moody into the common room and stood lurking in the shadows.
She lowered her wand and turned, her face flush with embarrassment, to Moody and she nodded numbly. “Yes, sir.”
Harry and Ginny remained curled up together on the couch, though now the demeanor of the couple changed from casual to wary, and with good reason. Hermione knew about them now, which meant that there was no place on school grounds that would be safe from her once Moody released her from his office.
“I think that we should make ourselves scarce for a while,” said Harry as a chill ran up his spine. He forced his feelings down and put on a mask of innocence.
“I-I think that would be an excellent idea Harry.” Ginny’s face had gone white as a ghost; she pushed herself away from Harry with such force that he stumbled. Ginny turned and ran up to her room. She could not be so close to Hermione when she returned from Moody’s office, but where was she to go?
Ginny ran from the Gryffindor common room carrying a sheet full of her belongings over her shoulders. ‘Oh, the Room of Requirement,’ she thought. That would be the ideal place to stay until Hermione had a couple of days to calm down. It couldn’t possibly take more than a few days for her to settle her feelings.
Harry on the other hand did not feel the need to act as though anything at all had changed between himself and Hermione. His plan was simply to ignore the drastic change that his friendship with Hermione had just undergone. He shook his raven head as Ginny scrambled for the portrait hole with a makeshift bag of school supplies. He couldn’t understand why she was so afraid of Hermione, she’d never hurt anyone and she absolutely hated when those in her company broke school rules, so the chance that she’d do so without prompting was very slim.
Harry reclined on the couch and placed his feet on the coffee table that sat in front of him. He scanned the room and locked eyes with Ron who glared at him from underneath his untidy red hair. Though Harry made no sound, his eyes were clearly laughing as they met Ron’s. The redhead smirked at Harry and he felt the chill anew on his skin.
What was he thinking? Hermione was an incredibly dangerous person to have as an enemy. If she felt it justified, there would be nothing stopping her from taking the proper action to set things right. He knew that what he’d done to her was unforgivable; he only hoped that she’d dispense her rogue justice quickly and as painlessly as possible. It did not seem likely that she’d take this as a learning experience, nor did it seem likely that she would make the magnanimous gesture of not taking her mood out of his hide. Well, he did deserve it.
Ron sat in a corner and laughed at how fortune had finally began to frown on “the Famous Harry Potter.”
Maybe he’d never get Hermione back, but at least he had her friendship. He knew how much the lack thereof would affect Harry when exams came around. Hermione’s mind was a treasure when one needed an obscure fact or statistic, or to cram for a test. Ron delighted in the fact that Harry’s grades would certainly suffer without her help.
Chapter 13-Revenge?
It took Draco longer to compose himself than he thought it should have taken. This put Draco into one of his typical foul moods. That was just as well for him if he were to be seen walking about in an air of confusion it would not help his reputation in the slightest. He must never appear to be ruffled, word of that would certainly get back to his father and Draco had learned years ago that defying his father was not worth the punishment for having done so.
Draco stepped out into the corridor in a huff and plowed square into the chest of Mad Eye Moody. “Where is it that you are going in such a hurry, young buck?” Moody growled into the empty hallway and surveyed Draco with a look of utter disgust.
“That is hardly any of you business, Professor, but I am going back to my house common room.”
“Perhaps I asked the wrong question. What is a Slytherin doing in this part of the castle at this hour? And just so you know, that is in fact my business.”
Draco stared insolently at his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and he bit his tongue, there was nothing that he could say that would get him out of his imminent detention. Then again, perhaps there was, “I was just trying to check on Hermione, sir. Potter and Ginny are involved behind her back and, well I thought that someone should tell her.” The truth or at least part of the truth would set him free.
“Ah,” said Moody and his magical eye swiveled back into his head. “On your way then.”
Draco knew a dismissal when he heard one and he was off like a shot, he did not want to wait for Moody to change his mind. Though from how quickly Moody moved toward the Gryffindor common room Draco doubted that he’d be bothered to rebuke him at a later date. He settled into a comfortable walk and continued to the Slytherin common room with a smirk on his lips.
It would have seemed to the eyes of an observer that Moody’s feet didn’t touch the ground as he hastened to the Gryffindor common room. He was acutely aware of the power that Hermione was capable of wielding even when she wasn’t upset. The mere thought of what she might be capable of in her agitated state sent a chill like a bucket of ice water down his spine. He had to stop her before she did something that she’d forever regret having done.
“Hello Professor Moody,” said Ron. Moody didn’t see or hear the young wizard, he composed himself in record time before opening the portrait hole and “casually” interrupting the disaster that was likely to have occurred had he not interceded. “Ah, Miss Granger, just the person I was searching for. Would you mind accompanying me to my office, I have a question about your most recent essay.” Ron had followed Moody into the common room and stood lurking in the shadows.
She lowered her wand and turned, her face flush with embarrassment, to Moody and she nodded numbly. “Yes, sir.”
Harry and Ginny remained curled up together on the couch, though now the demeanor of the couple changed from casual to wary, and with good reason. Hermione knew about them now, which meant that there was no place on school grounds that would be safe from her once Moody released her from his office.
“I think that we should make ourselves scarce for a while,” said Harry as a chill ran up his spine. He forced his feelings down and put on a mask of innocence.
“I-I think that would be an excellent idea Harry.” Ginny’s face had gone white as a ghost; she pushed herself away from Harry with such force that he stumbled. Ginny turned and ran up to her room. She could not be so close to Hermione when she returned from Moody’s office, but where was she to go?
Ginny ran from the Gryffindor common room carrying a sheet full of her belongings over her shoulders. ‘Oh, the Room of Requirement,’ she thought. That would be the ideal place to stay until Hermione had a couple of days to calm down. It couldn’t possibly take more than a few days for her to settle her feelings.
Harry on the other hand did not feel the need to act as though anything at all had changed between himself and Hermione. His plan was simply to ignore the drastic change that his friendship with Hermione had just undergone. He shook his raven head as Ginny scrambled for the portrait hole with a makeshift bag of school supplies. He couldn’t understand why she was so afraid of Hermione, she’d never hurt anyone and she absolutely hated when those in her company broke school rules, so the chance that she’d do so without prompting was very slim.
Harry reclined on the couch and placed his feet on the coffee table that sat in front of him. He scanned the room and locked eyes with Ron who glared at him from underneath his untidy red hair. Though Harry made no sound, his eyes were clearly laughing as they met Ron’s. The redhead smirked at Harry and he felt the chill anew on his skin.
What was he thinking? Hermione was an incredibly dangerous person to have as an enemy. If she felt it justified, there would be nothing stopping her from taking the proper action to set things right. He knew that what he’d done to her was unforgivable; he only hoped that she’d dispense her rogue justice quickly and as painlessly as possible. It did not seem likely that she’d take this as a learning experience, nor did it seem likely that she would make the magnanimous gesture of not taking her mood out of his hide. Well, he did deserve it.
Ron sat in a corner and laughed at how fortune had finally began to frown on “the Famous Harry Potter.”
Maybe he’d never get Hermione back, but at least he had her friendship. He knew how much the lack thereof would affect Harry when exams came around. Hermione’s mind was a treasure when one needed an obscure fact or statistic, or to cram for a test. Ron delighted in the fact that Harry’s grades would certainly suffer without her help.