Interview with a Mudblooded Malfoy
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Chapter 4 � So Contagious
Chapter 4 – So Contagious
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Oh no, this couldn't be more unexpected
And I can tell that I've been moving in so slow
Don't let it throw you off too far
Cause I'll be running right behind you
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The next morning, Hermione lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling unmoving, unspeaking, she wasn’t even thinking. She just stared. These past few days had taken a toll on her and she knew it well. Confusion was setting in and she could feel it worming its way into her usually logical thoughts. She wasn’t the type of girl to cry, to even show the fact she was female, her two best friend’s were male and when that happens you learn to keep your girlish thoughts out of the conversation. It was true, she did have Ginny, but that wasn’t quite the same.
She needed her friend’s. She needed her best friend’s to reassure her things would be ok. She couldn’t believe that she was this worked up over Ron and Luna. She had wanted him for years, that was true. But the more she thought about the feelings that were taking her over, the more she began to realize that maybe they hadn’t been about what she originally thought.
Maybe it was not all about Ron. Yes, an odd idea, especially with how she had been acting. Then a thought entered her mind. Maybe it was about rejection. Not just from Ron, but everyone. She was one of Harry’s best friend’s, but she knew that at the end of the day; Ron was more his best friend, than she was. None of the guys in the school showed much interest in her. She never used to be too bothered by that, but when you watch a boy look at a girl, when he thinks she’s not looking; well, you start to want that for yourself. She knew that it was only a pipe dream. Even the teachers rejected her, she knew they were annoyed by the way she liked to know things and by how she’d constantly ask questions, but how else could she learn if she didn’t enquire?
She had had years of different kinds of rejection and maybe this Ron thing just finally was the last straw and she wasn’t just crying for him, but for all of it.
“Snap out of it, you nut case!” She groaned to herself running her hands slowly over her face. She needed to stop ruminating over her feelings, which she was not even supposed to be feeling, well, at least not according to everyone else; she wasn’t supposed to be entitled to have any feelings.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her legs were a little shaky but she managed to make her way over to the wardrobe and get dressed for the day ahead. Oh what a day it was going to be!
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“Please Severus! We need your help, both Draco and I.” Narcissa Malfoy pleaded with Severus Snape in his quarters. Her long, almost white blonde hair, hung all the way down to her hips. It was secured in a long, loose ponytail that lay against her back.
“Narcissa, I don’t know what it is you’re wanting me to do? I can’t just go up to Lucius and say ‘Hey old Mate, haven’t seen you in a while, want to stop all this nonsense about allegiances to the Dark Lord and join the good guys?’” His eyes narrowed at Narcissa and he shook his head. “I don’t know what you expect me to do?”
Narcissa looked into his eyes for a moment with her pale blue ones, before gently shaking her head. “I guess I shouldn’t expect anything from you. Nothing at all.” She shook her head and turned away from him, crossing her arms.
Snape looked down briefly, he hated upsetting her and he really did want to help but he had no idea how to make this work.
“So… how do you even know Draco wouldn’t want to continue on with the family business? We both know he’s like a little miniature of his father. Any interference on my part might merely entail causing more harm than good.”
She turned around facing him, shaking her head and moving closer to him. “No. I know he doesn’t want to follow the Dark Lord. He even asked Lucius the other day if he could hold off on joining him in serving as a Deatheater. He wants to avoid it, just as badly as I do.” She spoke earnestly, trying hard to convince him that she was right.
Severus searched her expression for a moment, seeing how desperately she believed in what she was saying. He then nodded. “Maybe a larger part of you ended up in Draco than I’d previously believed. I promise I shall endeavour to find a way to do this and to make it work. But only for you, never for Lucius.”
Narcissa couldn’t help but smile as she moved herself a little closer to him, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you, I hoped that you would help me.” She smirked slightly, before leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips, gently biting his bottom lip as she pulled away.
“Now I need to get out of here before Lucius becomes suspicious of my absence.” Narcissa spoke her stance obviously not agreeing with what she just said. Her body remained pressed against Severus’s.
He absently ran his hands over her hips. “I, reluctantly must concur, you should depart.”
With that Narcissa gave him a small smile before apparating out.
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After another long day of classes, homework and strict teachers all the kids sat around the great hall enjoying their dinner. Everyone that was except for Hermione. She picked at the food on her plate as Ron gushed on about how he and Luna were doing.
“She’s great, Harry. I mean she’s not bossy like half these girls, she’s gorgeous, and besides she’s blonde… I mean blonde girls are always better anyways, am I right?” Ron said with a smirk as Hermione cocked an eyebrow and gave a sarcastic smile. Ron didn’t notice because he kept going on about Luna, but Harry definitely noticed. He would confront her about it later, rather than do it in front of Ron.
“And she’s cute, I mean she’s so smart and she’ll scrunch up her nose a little when she figures something out its just…” Rom stopped immediately when he heard Hermione’s fork drop onto the table and he stared after her as she left the great hall. As she stormed out about half of the people in the room noticed, including Draco.
As Hermione made her way to her room she hadn’t even registered the scene she had left behind, as could do was walk and mumble.
“Oh Luna is so great and so smart and so blonde.” She made a high whiney voice before abandoning it and switching back to her own. “Whatever. She’s a skank if you ask me.” Hermione said before mumbling the password to the painting and stepping into her and Draco’s common room.
She groaned walking over to the couch and sitting down, running her hands over her face. She just couldn’t take hearing about how great Ron thought Luna was. She had all the same great qualities Hermione did.
“But I’m no blonde.” Hermione said with a snooty voice.
She was still sat on the sofa pitying herself when she heard the paining swing open and Draco was standing there looking at her.
“Nice little scene you caused back there. And could you look anymore pathetic, having your arms crosses and sitting like a five year old?” He asked with a smirk on his face, as he looked her over his eyes stopping at the pout on her lips. He was enjoying that pout. Cute, puckered up lips. He then realized he was staring.
Hermione saw the look on his face and felt confused by it.
“What are you looking at?” She asked instantly defensive. Draco quickly snapped out of his small trance and shook his head.
“I’m looking at a girl who cries, whines, and pities herself over a guy who probably would have been a fucked up boyfriend anyways.”
Instantly offended she stood up uncrossing her arms.
“What right do you have in saying that to me? I don’t care if in your mind I’m of…” She brought her hands up making air quotes. “Lower standards. Don’t you dare come in here and tell me what I’m allowed to feel!” She said with anger and disgust clearly written across her face.”
Draco shook his head walking over to her. “You need to quit this school girl pity fest you seem to be wallowing in and SNAP put of it! We’re all sick of it. I doubt your friend’s enjoy seeing you crying into your food at super and what makes you think Weasel would want a girl like you anyways? .” He hadn’t meant to be so harsh with that last statement. In fact he hadn’t meant to say that at all.
Hermione’s anger rose with every word he spoke. She brought her hand back and slapped him hard on the face causing his head to turn and his hand immediately going to the side she hit. He smirked a little, at first at the way he broke her but most of all he was happy seeing that part of her back.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare twist my feelings around to make your insults come easier!” She said pointing her finger in his face.
“You think this is about my insults? How fucking daft are you? Ever think the reason about why no one likes seeing you all bitchy and whiney? Because it’s not you! What fun do you think it is for me to banter with you, when you’re crying over a guy who’s a fumbling fool as it is! It’s not fun, trust me. Stop crying over your first piece of ass and suck it up!”
Hermione shook her head not believing a word that was coming out of his mouth. “Stop yelling at me like you know me! Guess what? You don’t know a thing about me and you never will! See, I would understand something like this from a friend, someone who actually cared about how I acted and how I felt. But this is just some buggered up attempt to get some weird sick kick out of me! Though guess what? You’re not going to get it! So stop it!”
Draco laughed out loud and stepped closer to her his face inches from hers.
“You’re acting like Pansy.”
Hermione’s eyes widened and she gasped, instantly insulted by the comparison.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me!” Draco laughed in amusement.
“I am nothing like that pug faced, whiney, little Slytherin whore!”
“Then stop acting like her and start acting like yourself. The Granger I know wouldn’t be crying. She’d be saying ‘his loss’ and moving no to the next red faced, red haired, freak!”
“Malfoy! Stop talking like you know me! You don’t know me and you never have!”
Hermione growled looking directly into his eyes.
“You’re wrong. I’ve been getting to know you for seven years. I know what will make you raise your hand. I know what will set you off. I know what buttons to push. And I know how you react to things. So if you say I don’t know you, then you are wrong. I know you better than you know yourself.”
Hermione was slightly taken back by this; she didn’t know what to say, or how to react. All she knew was that for once someone seemed to have noticed her. Seemed to care what she did, or how she acted.
“What is this?” She asked her anger deflating. “What are you playing at? Why would you say something like that?”
Draco looked at her confidently and nodded. “I’m saying it for the same reason you won’t take crap from me, because at the end of the day you know I wouldn’t tell you lies to make you feel better about yourself or anything you’re going through. And because of that you know I’m being fucking honest with you!”
Hermione looked at him, at the way his eyes told her he was telling her the truth, at the way his face softened, when he wasn’t making a face of disgust, and mostly… at the way she knew he was right. He wouldn’t lie to her; he wouldn’t treat her differently because she was his friend. He wouldn’t play those games with her. He never had. She was sick of all the games. She just wanted something that didn’t have an underlying meaning to it.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco asked when he noticed the way her eyes were looking over his face.
“I… I have to go.” She said suddenly. She turned sharply away from him and without another word, left the common room leaving a puzzled Malfoy behind her.
Hermione kept her arms crossed and her head down as she walked down the corridor. She was confused about what Draco had told her and what she had said in return. She knew she was better than this; she shouldn’t let someone get the better of her.
Suddenly she ran straight into someone knocking her back onto her bottom. Before she had a chance to look up a hand appeared and as she took it as she saw it was Harry. She gave him a pathetic excuse for a smile and accepted his help up.
“Sorry about that Harry, I’m just… out of it, I guess.”
Harry nodded. “So I saw today at dinner, are you ok Hermione or is there something you need to talk about?”
Hermione knew she would regret this but she really just wanted to talk to someone about it. Someone who was her friend, not her enemy.
She gave him a nod. “But not here, let’s go to the Gryffindor common room.” Harry agreed and they walked side by side to their destination where, she sat with him and told him everything about her feelings for Ron.
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Could this be out of line?
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously
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AN – Hope you’re liking it so far, and don’t worry we’re not even scratching the surface of anything planned. Thank you to my wonderful beta who corrects my horrible grammatical mistakes. Thanks Sam!!!! And remember reviews are what keep this going :)
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Oh no, this couldn't be more unexpected
And I can tell that I've been moving in so slow
Don't let it throw you off too far
Cause I'll be running right behind you
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The next morning, Hermione lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling unmoving, unspeaking, she wasn’t even thinking. She just stared. These past few days had taken a toll on her and she knew it well. Confusion was setting in and she could feel it worming its way into her usually logical thoughts. She wasn’t the type of girl to cry, to even show the fact she was female, her two best friend’s were male and when that happens you learn to keep your girlish thoughts out of the conversation. It was true, she did have Ginny, but that wasn’t quite the same.
She needed her friend’s. She needed her best friend’s to reassure her things would be ok. She couldn’t believe that she was this worked up over Ron and Luna. She had wanted him for years, that was true. But the more she thought about the feelings that were taking her over, the more she began to realize that maybe they hadn’t been about what she originally thought.
Maybe it was not all about Ron. Yes, an odd idea, especially with how she had been acting. Then a thought entered her mind. Maybe it was about rejection. Not just from Ron, but everyone. She was one of Harry’s best friend’s, but she knew that at the end of the day; Ron was more his best friend, than she was. None of the guys in the school showed much interest in her. She never used to be too bothered by that, but when you watch a boy look at a girl, when he thinks she’s not looking; well, you start to want that for yourself. She knew that it was only a pipe dream. Even the teachers rejected her, she knew they were annoyed by the way she liked to know things and by how she’d constantly ask questions, but how else could she learn if she didn’t enquire?
She had had years of different kinds of rejection and maybe this Ron thing just finally was the last straw and she wasn’t just crying for him, but for all of it.
“Snap out of it, you nut case!” She groaned to herself running her hands slowly over her face. She needed to stop ruminating over her feelings, which she was not even supposed to be feeling, well, at least not according to everyone else; she wasn’t supposed to be entitled to have any feelings.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, her legs were a little shaky but she managed to make her way over to the wardrobe and get dressed for the day ahead. Oh what a day it was going to be!
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“Please Severus! We need your help, both Draco and I.” Narcissa Malfoy pleaded with Severus Snape in his quarters. Her long, almost white blonde hair, hung all the way down to her hips. It was secured in a long, loose ponytail that lay against her back.
“Narcissa, I don’t know what it is you’re wanting me to do? I can’t just go up to Lucius and say ‘Hey old Mate, haven’t seen you in a while, want to stop all this nonsense about allegiances to the Dark Lord and join the good guys?’” His eyes narrowed at Narcissa and he shook his head. “I don’t know what you expect me to do?”
Narcissa looked into his eyes for a moment with her pale blue ones, before gently shaking her head. “I guess I shouldn’t expect anything from you. Nothing at all.” She shook her head and turned away from him, crossing her arms.
Snape looked down briefly, he hated upsetting her and he really did want to help but he had no idea how to make this work.
“So… how do you even know Draco wouldn’t want to continue on with the family business? We both know he’s like a little miniature of his father. Any interference on my part might merely entail causing more harm than good.”
She turned around facing him, shaking her head and moving closer to him. “No. I know he doesn’t want to follow the Dark Lord. He even asked Lucius the other day if he could hold off on joining him in serving as a Deatheater. He wants to avoid it, just as badly as I do.” She spoke earnestly, trying hard to convince him that she was right.
Severus searched her expression for a moment, seeing how desperately she believed in what she was saying. He then nodded. “Maybe a larger part of you ended up in Draco than I’d previously believed. I promise I shall endeavour to find a way to do this and to make it work. But only for you, never for Lucius.”
Narcissa couldn’t help but smile as she moved herself a little closer to him, looking up into his eyes. “Thank you, I hoped that you would help me.” She smirked slightly, before leaning up and kissing him softly on the lips, gently biting his bottom lip as she pulled away.
“Now I need to get out of here before Lucius becomes suspicious of my absence.” Narcissa spoke her stance obviously not agreeing with what she just said. Her body remained pressed against Severus’s.
He absently ran his hands over her hips. “I, reluctantly must concur, you should depart.”
With that Narcissa gave him a small smile before apparating out.
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After another long day of classes, homework and strict teachers all the kids sat around the great hall enjoying their dinner. Everyone that was except for Hermione. She picked at the food on her plate as Ron gushed on about how he and Luna were doing.
“She’s great, Harry. I mean she’s not bossy like half these girls, she’s gorgeous, and besides she’s blonde… I mean blonde girls are always better anyways, am I right?” Ron said with a smirk as Hermione cocked an eyebrow and gave a sarcastic smile. Ron didn’t notice because he kept going on about Luna, but Harry definitely noticed. He would confront her about it later, rather than do it in front of Ron.
“And she’s cute, I mean she’s so smart and she’ll scrunch up her nose a little when she figures something out its just…” Rom stopped immediately when he heard Hermione’s fork drop onto the table and he stared after her as she left the great hall. As she stormed out about half of the people in the room noticed, including Draco.
As Hermione made her way to her room she hadn’t even registered the scene she had left behind, as could do was walk and mumble.
“Oh Luna is so great and so smart and so blonde.” She made a high whiney voice before abandoning it and switching back to her own. “Whatever. She’s a skank if you ask me.” Hermione said before mumbling the password to the painting and stepping into her and Draco’s common room.
She groaned walking over to the couch and sitting down, running her hands over her face. She just couldn’t take hearing about how great Ron thought Luna was. She had all the same great qualities Hermione did.
“But I’m no blonde.” Hermione said with a snooty voice.
She was still sat on the sofa pitying herself when she heard the paining swing open and Draco was standing there looking at her.
“Nice little scene you caused back there. And could you look anymore pathetic, having your arms crosses and sitting like a five year old?” He asked with a smirk on his face, as he looked her over his eyes stopping at the pout on her lips. He was enjoying that pout. Cute, puckered up lips. He then realized he was staring.
Hermione saw the look on his face and felt confused by it.
“What are you looking at?” She asked instantly defensive. Draco quickly snapped out of his small trance and shook his head.
“I’m looking at a girl who cries, whines, and pities herself over a guy who probably would have been a fucked up boyfriend anyways.”
Instantly offended she stood up uncrossing her arms.
“What right do you have in saying that to me? I don’t care if in your mind I’m of…” She brought her hands up making air quotes. “Lower standards. Don’t you dare come in here and tell me what I’m allowed to feel!” She said with anger and disgust clearly written across her face.”
Draco shook his head walking over to her. “You need to quit this school girl pity fest you seem to be wallowing in and SNAP put of it! We’re all sick of it. I doubt your friend’s enjoy seeing you crying into your food at super and what makes you think Weasel would want a girl like you anyways? .” He hadn’t meant to be so harsh with that last statement. In fact he hadn’t meant to say that at all.
Hermione’s anger rose with every word he spoke. She brought her hand back and slapped him hard on the face causing his head to turn and his hand immediately going to the side she hit. He smirked a little, at first at the way he broke her but most of all he was happy seeing that part of her back.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare twist my feelings around to make your insults come easier!” She said pointing her finger in his face.
“You think this is about my insults? How fucking daft are you? Ever think the reason about why no one likes seeing you all bitchy and whiney? Because it’s not you! What fun do you think it is for me to banter with you, when you’re crying over a guy who’s a fumbling fool as it is! It’s not fun, trust me. Stop crying over your first piece of ass and suck it up!”
Hermione shook her head not believing a word that was coming out of his mouth. “Stop yelling at me like you know me! Guess what? You don’t know a thing about me and you never will! See, I would understand something like this from a friend, someone who actually cared about how I acted and how I felt. But this is just some buggered up attempt to get some weird sick kick out of me! Though guess what? You’re not going to get it! So stop it!”
Draco laughed out loud and stepped closer to her his face inches from hers.
“You’re acting like Pansy.”
Hermione’s eyes widened and she gasped, instantly insulted by the comparison.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me!” Draco laughed in amusement.
“I am nothing like that pug faced, whiney, little Slytherin whore!”
“Then stop acting like her and start acting like yourself. The Granger I know wouldn’t be crying. She’d be saying ‘his loss’ and moving no to the next red faced, red haired, freak!”
“Malfoy! Stop talking like you know me! You don’t know me and you never have!”
Hermione growled looking directly into his eyes.
“You’re wrong. I’ve been getting to know you for seven years. I know what will make you raise your hand. I know what will set you off. I know what buttons to push. And I know how you react to things. So if you say I don’t know you, then you are wrong. I know you better than you know yourself.”
Hermione was slightly taken back by this; she didn’t know what to say, or how to react. All she knew was that for once someone seemed to have noticed her. Seemed to care what she did, or how she acted.
“What is this?” She asked her anger deflating. “What are you playing at? Why would you say something like that?”
Draco looked at her confidently and nodded. “I’m saying it for the same reason you won’t take crap from me, because at the end of the day you know I wouldn’t tell you lies to make you feel better about yourself or anything you’re going through. And because of that you know I’m being fucking honest with you!”
Hermione looked at him, at the way his eyes told her he was telling her the truth, at the way his face softened, when he wasn’t making a face of disgust, and mostly… at the way she knew he was right. He wouldn’t lie to her; he wouldn’t treat her differently because she was his friend. He wouldn’t play those games with her. He never had. She was sick of all the games. She just wanted something that didn’t have an underlying meaning to it.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco asked when he noticed the way her eyes were looking over his face.
“I… I have to go.” She said suddenly. She turned sharply away from him and without another word, left the common room leaving a puzzled Malfoy behind her.
Hermione kept her arms crossed and her head down as she walked down the corridor. She was confused about what Draco had told her and what she had said in return. She knew she was better than this; she shouldn’t let someone get the better of her.
Suddenly she ran straight into someone knocking her back onto her bottom. Before she had a chance to look up a hand appeared and as she took it as she saw it was Harry. She gave him a pathetic excuse for a smile and accepted his help up.
“Sorry about that Harry, I’m just… out of it, I guess.”
Harry nodded. “So I saw today at dinner, are you ok Hermione or is there something you need to talk about?”
Hermione knew she would regret this but she really just wanted to talk to someone about it. Someone who was her friend, not her enemy.
She gave him a nod. “But not here, let’s go to the Gryffindor common room.” Harry agreed and they walked side by side to their destination where, she sat with him and told him everything about her feelings for Ron.
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Could this be out of line?
To say you're the only one breaking me down like this
You're the only one I would take a shot on
Keep me hanging on so contagiously
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AN – Hope you’re liking it so far, and don’t worry we’re not even scratching the surface of anything planned. Thank you to my wonderful beta who corrects my horrible grammatical mistakes. Thanks Sam!!!! And remember reviews are what keep this going :)