Abused Massacre

Chapter 17: Valentine’s Day

February 14th, every guy’s least favorite day of the year. Staring at Professor Snape’s greasy hair, Draco’s eyes glazed over as he tried to think of something that would make Hermione swoon. Madame Puddifoot’s place is supposed to be good for those kinds of mushy things, but Granger doesn’t seem like the type to want to do that. This is the worst holiday ever. It isn’t even really a holiday. It’s just another pathetic excuse for guys to have to buy their girlfriends gifts and fawn all over them. It’s disgusting.
Feeling a sharp jab to his side, he snapped out of his private thoughts. Snapping his head to the right, he looked at Hermione. She jerked her head towards the front. Looking forward, he was greeted by Snape’s beady black eyes boring into his skull.
“I’m sorry professor, what was the question?” He asked timidly.
“I didn’t ask you a question, Mr. Malfoy. I told you to get up and get the powder of unicorn horn from the cabinet.” He sneered as his face beginning to twist with frustration and anger.
“Oh, yes, sorry, of course sir.” Draco said as he quickly stood to get the powder. He could feel everyone’s eyes on his back as he walked over to the pantry. Pulling open the doors, he searched for the ingredient and obediently returned to his desk, handing Snape the jar in the process. Trying hard to concentrate on what he was saying as to not put himself in another predicament with the temperamental teacher he avidly watched Snape’s every move.
An hour later, he slowly shuffled out of the dungeon hand in hand with Hermione. It had been known that they were seeing each other for a week now, and they still received disgusted glares. Entering the great hall, they went their separate ways two their tables. They had decided that it would be best to not eat together since the members of their houses would not approve of one or the other sitting with them and were likely to flog them both.
“I still can’t believe you’re fucking that mudblood Draco.” Pansy said angrily.
“Oh will you just shut up, Pansy.”
“I would be much better suited for you, and you know it.”
“I beg to differ. I prefer not to take other people’s seconds. And you, you are definitely a second. A third, a fourth, a fifth, and then some you skank. I don’t know what could possibly give you the idea that I would ever really want you for anything? Even if it was just to get a piece of ass I still never wanted you. All you are is a whore, Pansy, a good for nothing, dirty ass whore.” He spat at her with disgust. She glared at him affronted with wide eyes.
“Well I never…”
“Will be with me.” He finished for her. Huffing, she whipped her head around to her friends. Shaking his head and grumbling to himself he turned to Crabbe and Goyle. They hadn’t quite accepted Granger, but they were too stupid to argue with him about her. Now that his father was dead, they had some sense to know that he didn’t care much about caste standards.
Chewing his food thoughtfully, he looked up at the professors table at Dumbledore. The day after Hermione had told him about the Order, he had gone to see the professor himself.
“I want to join the Order.” He had said. Dumbledore looked at him with a familiar twinkle in his eye.
“Ahh… so I see that Miss. Granger has spoken to you of the subject. Yes, she is very convincing when she is adamant about something.” He had responded with a small smile.
“I don’t only want to kill the Dark Lord to avenge my father, but to also for what was done to the Longbottom family. I know that my parents were the two who broke them apart. I want to right their wrong…well as much as possible. That wrong can never be righted.” He had told him sadly. Dumbledore sat and nodded his head.
“That is very noble of you Mr. Malfoy. I’m sure that Neville with greatly appreciate it, however, I do not think that he is aware that it was your parents who put them in their current state.”
“Why doesn’t he know? No one told him?”
“No. But if you choose to, you may. That is for you to decide, although, I do not know if that is a wise idea.”
“True.”
“It will be good to have you on our side Mr. Malfoy. The tides may be changing for your family.”
“Perhaps. We’ll see. There is still my mother.” He told Dumbledore as he turned to leave his office.
“Mr. Malfoy, may I ask you something?” Turning back around he looked at the old man. “Do you plan on taking Miss Granger anywhere for St. Valentine’s day?” He hadn’t thought of it at all.
“Umm… I don’t know, sir. Should I?”
“I think that she would greatly appreciate it. She may be a very studious girl, but a girl she is. And from my past experiences, the wrath of a neglected woman is not an experience I particularly enjoy.” He said with a small smile.
“I bet not.” He had replied.
“Good luck Mr. Malfoy.” His smile growing bigger. “Miss. Granger might be a hard one to please. Oh, by the way, the Order will be meeting at 10:30 PM. that night. Miss. Granger will know how to get to the meeting point.” He nodded and exited the office. Draco had not found any comfort hearing these words. He had not thought of the holiday as a special one. He had almost forgot about it completely to be honest.
Now, he sat staring at the old geezer recalling their conversation. In a way he was grateful for the old man’s advice, but not at the same time. He was miserable. He had never had to take a girl out for Valentine ’s Day before. All the girls that he had been with before hadn’t mattered enough for him to want to take them out. He had no clue as to what he should do.
Looking over at the Gryffindor table, he watched her as she laughed at a joke that the little Weasel had told. He made a mental note not to call her that anymore. If he was to be cordial to them all, he had to think as positively of them as physically possible. Potter was standing. He said his goodbyes and left the table. Getting up, Draco followed him out of the hall.
“Potter.” He called after him. Harry turned around, his face hardening.
“What do you want Malfoy.” Draco pulled him into an empty class room.
“Look, Valentine’s day is in three days.”
“Oh yeah…oops I forgot.” Potter said as his face turned from stone to a look of terror. Draco smirked at him.
“So you’re in the same predicament as I am then.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. “You know Hermione better than I do, so I was wondering if you had any advice about where I should take her.”
“You’re asking me for advice?” Harry asked incredulously.
“Well, what does it look like Potter? How often is it that I drag you into empty class rooms?” He said, trying hard not to loose his temper. Harry nodded.
“Well, you know that she likes to read. Why don’t you take her to a book shop?”
“A book shop? You can’t be serious.”
“I don’t know. I have as little of an idea as you do. Hermione is one of the hardest girls to please. One day she’ll be all girly and the next she could give a care about what normal girls like. And now I have to think up my own plans. Umm… thanks for reminding me.”
“No problem. Alright, thanks.” He said. Nodding, Harry exited the room. Waiting a few seconds, Draco left the room also.
“What were you doing in there…with Harry?” A voice came from behind him. Busted. He turned around and looked into two questioning brown eyes.
“Umm… having a friendly conversation?” He replied lamely with a hopeful look on his face. She didn’t buy it. That was the stupidest response in the world. He was kicking himself for his stupidity.
“You expect me to believe that Draco Malfoy?” Granger said as she glared up at him with her hands on her hips.
“Yes?”
“Ugh!” She let out with exacerbation. He smiled and entwined her in his arms.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Malfoy!” She yelled as he pulled her into the vacant class room. “What were you and Harry talking about? You weren’t fighting were you?”
“No. I was asking him if we all were going to be leaving at the same time for the meeting Saturday night.” He lied.
“Oh, well why didn’t you just ask me?” She asked looking a little hurt.
“Because I didn’t want to disturb you. You and the little Weasley looked like you were having a good time and I saw Potter on my way out of the hall.”
“Oh. I’m glad that you’re friends now.”
“I wouldn’t say we’re friends, Granger, just tolerant.” She smiled at his matter of fact tone. Leaning down, he tenderly kissed her. “Come on, we have to get to class.” He said as he ushered her out of the door.

The dreaded day had come. Not coming up with an utterly romantic plan, he had decided that he would play it by ear. He lay in his bed with her curled up next to him. He could smell the sweetness of her shampoo on his pillow. Rolling over, he inhaled her soft scent. Sitting up, he grabbed his wand. Mumbling a spell that he had found in the library, red and white rose petals shot out. He spread them all over the bed, her sleeping body, and the floor surrounding the gigantic bed. Taking up a quill he wrote her a mushy note.
Being with you is like sleeping on a bed of roses.

God it was so cliché. He had heard the saying somewhere and new that she would eat it up which meant more brownie points for him. Smirking, he sauntered into the bathroom to take a shower.
Wrapping a black towel around his waist he retreated back to his dark room. She was beginning to stir. Pulling on a pair of black cotton boxers, he moved to his armoire and yanked out a pair of sandblast faded jeans. Turning around, he flew backwards into the cabinet.
“I love you! I didn’t think that you had anything planned!” She had thrown herself at him and was now gripping him tightly around his waist.
“How dare you doubt me!” He said playfully as he hugged her back and kissed her on the top of her head. “Get dressed. We’re going to Hogsmead.” He said as he let her go and moved to the dresses to pull out a white long sleeved shirt. Smiling, she hurried off to the bathroom to get ready.
Sitting on the stuffed couch with his coal color jacket in his lap, he stared at the fire. I’m fucked. Well I guess it’s to Madame Puddifoot’s after all. He snapped out of his daze when he heard Hermione pop out of her room. She was wearing a pair of dark denim low rise jeans, a white sweater with a red heart-shaped broach attached, and her black converse. Damn those converse to hell. They were so old and raggedy. Why didn’t she get rid of them already? Taking her hand they left the cozy common room and headed to the small villiage.
Pushing through the door of the small café they were seated at a small table for two in the back of the room. Small cupids were floating around their heads aiming arrows at their heads. This is for Hermione, this is for Hermione, this is for Hermione. He said to himself over and over. He was going to be sick. Looking around, her eyes landed on the multiple lovey dovey couples.
“Um… I’m sorry Malfoy. I know you probably have an elaborate plan and all, but do you think that this place needs to be included in it?” She asked trying not to look to disgusted as she watched a couple sucking face.
“Oh, sure. Where do you want to go?” he asked relieved.
“You have no plans?” she asked with her eyebrows raised. He blushed.
“No, sorry. Not really. I’m not any good at this mushy stuff.”
“What? The so called Slytherin king admits that he isn’t good at something?” She said with a broad smile. “Well then.” She huffed putting her hands on her hips playfully smiling and cocking her head.
“It’s you’re day. What do you want to do?” He said.
“Let’s go back to the castle. You can help me compose a new song I’ve had in my head for ages.”
“That’s my girl.” He said with a smile as they stood. “God, I love you more than a hundred chocolate frogs.” She smiled.
“I love you too.” And with that they left the love struck room.


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