Interview with a Mudblooded Malfoy

Disclaimer: [Doesn't Go Along With the Books. I am not JK Rowling and I do not claim to be]

Chapter 2 - Rejection and Hatred


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Someone told me love will ALL save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling
That world never came.
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Twenty-five year old Hermione Malfoy sat back in the chair and let all the memories of years ago come flooding back to her. Hogwarts. She smiled. Harry. She smiled. Ginny. She smiled. She then thought of Ron and her face fell slightly. That day that started it all. One day that was able to change the course of her life. She thought back.

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“Say it!” Came a male voice calmly yet slightly amused.

“No!!” Her voice said with giggles and laughs. “Neverrr….” She said before she collapsed in a fit of giggles. Anyone who would have walked in at that moment would have gotten the wrong idea of what they were seeing, but in reality it was one of the most innocent things.

Ron Weasly had one of his best friends on the ground beneath him; writhing and wiggling beneath him as his fingers tickled her sides. Hermione couldn’t stop laughing, her dark curly hair sprawled across the floor as Ron was on top of her demanding her say what he wanted.

“I’m not saying it!” She said trying to crawl away but he was too quick and he grabbed onto her, pulling her back. “Seriously Ron, my bladder can only take so much.”

“No. Say that I am the best Wizard’s Chest Player you have ever known,” he said with a smile before his hands went back to their work on her sides. One thing about tickling is that psychologically people fear it will never stop, even if we don’t realize it, but Hermione knew and she was determined to overcome it to win.

Sadly, her determination wasn’t as strong as she had hoped. “Ok, ok… you are the best Wizard’s Chest Player I have ever known.” Satisfied Ron stood up and helped her up. Hermione’s hands automatically went to her hair patting it down. She took a deep breath and let a smirk play across her face. “Except Harry,” she said giggling, slightly before running off.

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“Father, I can’t do it and I know you want me to but I just can’t and I wont.” Draco Malfoy said strongly to his father standing up proudly, but in fact it was a false stance. He was scared out of his mind at talking to his father this way and he knew he would end up regretting it. “I know you want to help Lord Voldemort succeed and I know I’m a part of that but please just let me get through the last of my schooling before pushing me into this world that you have been only showing me glimpses of.”

Draco was half telling the truth. He just didn’t want anything to do with the dark world. He knew his father counted on him taking over his position. In fact, everyone did. Draco didn’t like the idea of taking orders from someone and being a pawn in this war that the two sides were fighting, because he was smart enough to know that at the end of the day he would mean nothing more to the Lord than a pawn. Why work so hard for something or someone that barely valued you?

He couldn’t tell his father that. According to his father he had to be a man and the only way to be a man was to kill people who were different than you or threaten this until they nodded in agreement with you. This was his plan; to ask his father to let him wait as long as he could, then hopefully take it from there.

Lucius took what his son was saying into serious consideration… well as serious as he could be within ten seconds. He nodded. “I think you’re right, Draco. Take your time, learn your enemies, learn you strengths, and learn you weaknesses before putting yourself completely into the fold of it all. I say, my son might not be so half-witted after all.” Lucius didn’t even pick up on his son’s true intentions and Draco was thankful for that.

“Now be useful and get back to that idiot-ran school of yours before you’re late for those classes I pay so much for,” Lucius demanded as he watched his son leave.

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Hermione ran into her Head Girl common room before Ron was able to catch up to her. She eventually got her giggles and her breathing under control before plopping herself down onto the couch in the middle of the room. She loved that; being around him, playing with him, being able to be a complete fool around him without fear of judgment.
In her mind he was…

“Perfect.” Hermione mumbled to herself before shutting her eyes and thinking about what had gone on only minutes ago in the Gryffindor common room. She couldn’t help but smile.

Today was the day she would tell him of her feelings for him. Everything she had been holding back and everything she knew she always wanted to tell him. And she was sure that he felt the same way. She knew in her heart that he wanted her more than she wanted him. It wasn’t like he had a fancy for any of the other girls in the school and she knew it was her he wanted.

“What will he say?” She spoke to herself half-expecting a reply.

“Did you know that when you start speaking to yourself it only gives me proof that you’re out of your fucking mind.” Her nice and pleasant thoughts were interrupted by Draco Malfoy, coming from his room and into their common room. She groaned and didn’t even look at him before leaving the room and walking through the door that led to hers. She walked over to her bed and laid back, trying to get her mind back into its previous state before she was rudely interrupted by Malfoy, but every time she tried, her mind went back to him.

“Pain in my ass,” she groaned before sitting up, giving up. When she found out that she would be sharing her duties with him she wasn’t too shocked because in reality it came down to him and Harry. And let’s be serious, Harry was smart and clever, but so was Malfoy, if more so. He was an arrogant ass before but at least now that she lived so closely to him she was able to see the other parts. The side that wanted to read at 3 in the morning, and also the part that would bring a girl in late at night only to have her leave an hour later. This guy was the perfect example of the worst of the species, and she saw that.

Malfoy knew how to aggravate her and he used that to his full advantage, mostly as pure entertainment. Hermione then forced herself to stop thinking about him so she could go talk to Ron and tell him about her feelings. She hopped off of her bed and took a look at herself before running her fingers through her hair, flattening it out slightly. Giving herself an encouraging smile, she walked out of her room, out of the common room, and made her way to the Gryffindor common room. Weeks of preparation couldn’t prepare her for what she ended up seeing.

She pushed one of the heavy doors of the common room open and peered inside. Her stomach instantly dropped and her mind quickly tried to register what exactly she was seeing. Ron was rather comfortable with a familiar blond. He was turned from the door and had his arms securely wrapped around no other than Luna Lovegood. Their lips seemed to be in a wrestling match full of drool and groping. Hermione instantly felt sick to her stomach. She brought her hand to her belly before quickly running out of the room before either of them had a chance to notice her presence.

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Tears streaming down her face, Hermione ran as fast as she could, trying to run away from what she had seen. Her legs could only go so fast and carry her so far. It didn’t take her long before she got to her common room door. She kept trying to get the password to pass her lips but it wasn’t coming only short small sobs and gasps as she tried to breath. She wound up just slamming the heal of her palm against the wood of the door. After a few weakened hits against the door she knew she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t breath, her heart was in pieces and her stomach felt heavier than it ever had before. She couldn’t take this feeling. She never had to experience it before, no matter how mean Malfoy had been or the insults some of the other students threw her way. It never made her feel like this; this broken and unnoticed.

He wanted her; a girl that was known for being loopy and crazy. Why would he want Luna and not her? What was so repulsive about her that someone she spent so much time with wouldn’t eventually find something about her attractive? She leaned back against the painting and slid down to her feet, wrapping her arms around her legs. She then felt the wall move behind her and felt the door open.

When she looked up all she saw was Malfoy looking down at her. His eyes were as cold as ice, as they always were. She didn’t try to explain herself. Even if she felt she had to, she didn’t think she would be able to get it out. Trying to get to her feet, she moved through the doorway, making her way steadily onto her feet before running into her room and slamming the door hard.

She couldn’t think of anything better to do then to do what girls do to feel safe. She went under the covers. Hermione slid herself underneath them, holding a pillow close to her chest and just letting the tears and the pain come over her. She shut her eyes tightly as her tears started to sting them.

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Draco had been sitting in his and Hermione’s common room looking over an assignment he had for Professor Snape’s class. He knew he had a good head on top of his shoulders but he just wasn’t as good at essays as he knew some of the other students were. He was more of a hand’s on, seeing how it works, kind of guy, not a ‘let me explain it to you in a formally, well crafted essay’ kind of student, so having an essay as homework didn’t always please him.

Next to him he had a bottle of the best Wizard’s Whiskey you could find at Hogsmeade. After the talk with his father and then having to think about what he would do if it got that far, he was driven to drink, literally. He didn’t drink often but when he did he definitely wasn’t himself.

He was then halfway through editing his burdening piece of parchment (and the bottle of whiskey) when he heard some odd noises coming from the other side of the door. He curiously put his pen down and took a few cautious steps toward the door. He was then surprised when he heard a few weak hits at the door. He moved closer, figuring if it was something bad it wasn’t anything he, a Malfoy, couldn’t handle. He opened the door only to see nobody. Well that is until he looked down and his eyes connected with Hermione’s. He didn’t know what to make of her current state.

Yes, he didn’t like her and he should have been at least somewhat joyous of her appearance, but then he saw the way she was shaking and her tears. No matter how much of a dick he was to people, he didn’t like seeing woman crying, another disadvantage to his saved position next to his father as a followed of Lord Voldemort.

Before he could think of what to say or do, she was gone. He turned to see where she had gone and saw her scampering off to her room.

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After about an hour of feeling sorry for herself, Hermione’s pain eventually faded enough for her to calm down. She had thrown the covers to the floor and made her way to the mirror, staring at her image. And that’s where she stood now, looking at herself in the mirror, trying to find just what had so revolting about her.

She couldn’t find anything that was so horrible. She had gorgeous deep brown eyes, her form was slender and attractive, and her hair was a nice shade of brown with a mix of dark dirty blond. Sure it was a little too curly for its own good, but it had certainly calmed over the years.

She felt as if she need reassurance of that she was pretty, or at least somewhat attractive, but she knew she couldn’t get that anywhere around her. With a sigh she sat on the edge of her bed. She then remembered Malfoy. She had forgotten that he had seen her in such a vulnerable state. Hermione knew that she would be hearing about this for probably the rest of her career at Hogwarts. She tried to shake off that thought before going into the common room to collect her books she had left there earlier.

Without a second thought, Hermione made her way to the common room, seeing Draco sitting there working on some kind of assignment. Hermione peered over and saw it was the assignment that had been assigned from Professor Snape the day before. She had finished hers the night before but that wouldn’t have been a big surprise to anyone. Quietly she made her way across the room behind the sofa, hoping to grab her books without him seeing her. Sadly, within seconds that dream was shattered. But Hermione had to face it that a lot of dreams had shattered that day.

“So what was that little incident?” He asked her, never turning away from his work. What he said almost sound forced and don’t think that she didn’t pick that up.

“Umm, I don’t know…,” she said, quickly grabbing her things. Hermione knew she didn’t want to have this conversation with him, and that if she did it would only be beneficial to him and not towards her. Hermione knew that he would use everything against her. Draco and Hermione had had a few decent experiences together since they became Head Boy and Girl; nothing too cozy, but some decent moments nonetheless.

Once she had tripped and hit the ground hard, and after a clever pun towards her, Malfoy did ask her if she was alright. That would mean nothing towards friends but between them it showed acceptance, acceptance that they had to be near each other and that he wouldn’t be a complete dick the entire way though.

“You don’t know? You don’t know why you were crying and getting comfortable on the floor? That must suck. You have some condition? Like narcolepsy? But instead of falling asleep for no reason you cry and have a fit? Damn I hope you’ve seen a doctor about this type of thing.” Not once had he looked up from his paper and Hermione just stood there not really knowing how to respond to what he said. Was she supposed to insult him as usual or was she supposed to take his not-as-harsh comment a different way?

“I just had a bad day. But why should I bother you with my filthy mudblood problems?” She said with a bit of snap. Draco simply smirked at that.

“Ooo, filthy? Sounds like a good experience rather than a bad one. Well unless you got down and filthy with the Weasel, because if so any girl would be crying.”

Hermione shook her head and glared at him. “Is this your attempt at insults? Because come on Malfoy, we both know you can do so much better”

“If I recall correctly I was insulting him not you.” He said again never looking away from the task at hand.

Hermione was just full of confusion as he spoke. Why was he being civil? It seemed that in reality, Draco just couldn’t be mean to a girl who had been crying only a little before.

“Will you just STOP trying to talk to me?” Hermione groaned. “What are you on?“ She asked, still confused as she headed towards her room. Draco simply turned to her and nodded.

“It was him, wasn’t it? What did he do? Tap it and leave?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

She turned around and looked at him. The fact he was trying to talk to her and be half-ass decent around her was freaking her out more than anything else he could say or do. “Stop trying to talk to me. You’re freaking me out,” she said, slightly nervous.

Draco closed his eyes and clicked tongue against the roof of his mouth as he thought for a moment. The alcohol was definitely kicking in and one thing about him and alcohol was that he was as open as a book when he ingested it. “Ok listen here. I’ve had a long day and it’s nothing you need to know about, or anyone to know about, but I don’t have the energy to be an ass right now. And trust me it takes quick thinking and energy.” Hermione stood there still wondering why he was trying to talk to her. “So I’m pretty sure this is your only chance to say something to me without getting a tongue lashing afterwards, so take advantage of it.” Everything he said was true. He really didn’t care about anything right now, not after having to talk to his father, and of course half a bottle of whisky.

Hermione still stood her ground with her arms crossed. “Fine, but I go and then you go.” Draco nodded slightly, figuring that he had nothing to lose.

Hermione moved a few steps towards the couch, cautiously sitting on the arm of it farther away from him. She still didn’t think this was a good idea, at all, but she did need to just get it out.

She started.

“I love Ron.”

“My father is an ass”

“I went to tell him how I felt about him today”

“I don’t want to follow an ass”

“I walked in on him dry humping Luna Lovegood”

“I don’t want to have a career as a killer.”

“I want to kill her”

“I think we both need a new life.”

Hermione looked over at him and simply nodded.

For the rest of the night Draco went about finishing his bottle while Hermione only took a sip. Drunken Draco was so much nicer then normal Draco. Too bad she couldn’t keep him liquored up for the rest of the school year.



AN - Ok... Well I’m trying hard to make the characters realistic… im not great at that so bare with me. And I know this chap isn’t great so I’m sorry for that. This is starting to get a little cliché and I apologize but I need it to be for them to get to the point they need to be at for the real plot to take over. I’m also looking for a beta with no luck so if you like to help me with that feel free to email me also if you want email updates do the same.

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