Interview with a Mudblooded Malfoy

Chapter 5 – I’ll stand by you


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So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well, I'm a lot like you
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“How can that be? It will completely and utterly ruin the schedule for the year. It makes no sense! I mean unless Professor Snape is injured or dead why would they cancel potions!” Hermione cried out at Ron when he revealed to her that their morning potions class had been canceled along with all the other classes of that morning period.

Harry. Hermione, and Ron sat at the table during breakfast eating various breads and jams when Ron had announced the horrible news, at least to Hermione is was horrible, to the rest of the students it was more time to relax and chat.

“You act like they’re taking the class out all together, Hermione. They’re not. They’re canceling one class, one class only and god knows we know enough about Veritaserum, that we do not need to know anymore.” Ron announced thinking he had won the argument. Ron must have forgotten that Hermione was well skilled in verbal debate.

“All we need to know?! All we need to know?! Ron… I just….” Hermione was so upset at what he had said she was lost for words. Only for a second, that was till she found them again. “We never know enough! What if something has changed? What if there are new uses… or… or…new antidotes! I can’t even talk to you.” Hermione shook her head before looking down at her food.

Ron looked over at Harry for help but Harry just smiled. He was happy to see his friends fighting and bickering like old times. He decided he should stir it up a little.

“Hermione, I must say Ron has a good po… AHH!!!” He yelped when he felt the heel of Hermione’s shoe hit the toe of his.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Harry, what were you saying?” She asked turning to him innocently.

Harry cleared his throat before shaking his head. “Nothing… nothing at all.”

After breakfast the students returned to their common rooms while the teachers were having a meeting in Dumbledore’s office.

“Severus, we understand that you are worried about the students and fear for Voldemort’s return, but we have absolutely nothing that proves that that is the case.”

“Yes, but we’ve said that before, haven’t we? And sure Potter’s been able to send it all away with a few waves of the wand but I am genuinely worried about this. I have reason to believe that he is coming back now, stronger than ever and that he is using Lucius Malfoy, to do so.” Snape countered to Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers.

“Severus…” McGonagall spoke up. “Who is your source for all of this?”

Snape stood there and thought for a moment. He hadn’t even thought about having to tell them all what Narcissa had told him, but what could it hurt? He knew what it could hurt. It could ruin everything, if word got out as they all knew, worse, it could harm Narcissa.

“Just some… inside investigation.” He said with a quick and confident nod of the head. “But, not only that, he’s planning on using Draco as an in for the school. Draco has held off joining his father in all of this, but what makes you think Lucius or Voldemort will wait for Draco to come around? They could force his compliance, or just go straight around him. I’m worried and we need a plan.”

Dumbledore had heard enough and he stood, which told the teachers that he was speaking his final words on the subject and closing the discussion.

“Severus, you will find out if all of what you’re saying is, in fact, true. If it is, I want you to try to find a way to hopefully turn Draco away from this plan. Maybe if Lucius finds his son’s not entirely willing to be involved it will stall their plan and give us time. I need you to find out as much as you can, but Draco is the first loose end we need tied.”

“But Albus…” McGonagall interrupted but Dumbledore raised his hand to silence her.

“That’s all I have to say on the matter… for now.”

With that the teachers gave their nods of agreement and left Dumbledore’s office.

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room Draco sat in one of the big, green, luxurious chairs. Which he suspected, his father probably donated to the school a while back; to guarantee his son’s acceptance and privilege within the school. Across from him on one of the equally nice sofas sat Crabbe and Goyle stuffing themselves with various sweets they had smuggled from the table, the evening before.

“Will you two stop eating for two seconds? I mean really both of you could do with a diet and some exercise.” Draco said bitterly, one leg draped over the arm of the chair. His hand was up against his temple, as a headache started to worm its way in.

“Uh… sorry?” Goyle said in his deep voice and Crabbe just nodded quickly in agreement.

“Give them a break, Draco.” Blaise said from the fireplace where he was sitting flicking various small items into the flames, anything from bits of paper, to just random things he had found on the floor.

“Why are you so uptight, Draco, Baby?” Pansy asked, with a pout from her spot in front of his chair. Draco simply looked down at her as if she was nothing more than a house elf.

“Maybe I have a headache from listening to your whiney voice everyday, ever think about that?” He shot at her snippily. Pansy simply ignored his comment like she did most of the time before raising an eyebrow,

“It’s that damned Potter and his little friends isn’t it, Draco? I know what they do to you. Always getting the better of you or always outsmarting you. I understand.” Pansy had meant that to come across as sympathetic but instead it had come off as belittling and irritated him further.

Before Draco could say a word Blaise joined in, with his opinion on Pansy’s subject.

“I agree with Pansy, Potter… always thinking he’s so superior and better than the rest of us.” He snorted with a laugh. “Like anyone could be better than us” He said looking at Draco waiting for Draco to make his usual smirk but it never came, so Blaise continued. “Or what about that Weasel? He’s just the worst of that mud blood loving family of his. At least the twins, whatever their names are, can make productive things and the female Weasel can do magic from what I’ve heard. But that one is just a waste. And worse of all that mud blood friend of theirs. Why associate yourself with such filth?” Blaise asked shaking his head as he flicked another dust bunny into the fire. “Right Draco?” He asked turning his head towards him.

Draco simply nodded. “Yeah, yeah… thinks he’s so good…. Worthless red head… yeah I got it.” He mumbled with a nod.

Pansy squealed slightly as she rose to her knees leaning against the side of Draco’s chair. “And don’t forget about the filthy one, baby.” She cooed into his ear. Draco again nodded mindlessly.

“Yeah…. Filthy.”

“I’m starting to think someone needs to get his mind out of the clouds, before people around here start to suspect he’s lost his touch.” Blaise commented turning his eyes back to the fire. Draco hadn’t seemed to notice Blaise’s comment as his mind wandered back to the night before. He had gotten so heated and argumentative with Granger over the smallest little thing. Why did he even bother? He didn’t like her, not one little bit. Not her hair, her attitude, her house, and most importantly her friends.

Then why am I getting so worked up over this? He wondered as the faint sounds of crackling wood invaded his ear. Maybe he was started to like her more because she was good and he was trying to pull away from his father who wasn’t good. That’s it, it’s psychological and nothing more. That idea seemed to satisfy him. Suddenly he felt a creeping hand move up his leg and over his thigh.

He quickly snapped out of his daze.

“PANSY!”


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Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, who had turned into a beautiful girl. She had big brown eyes and her hair has turned a darker red over the years, as well as gaining a natural wave to it. Ginny was certainly becoming a heart breaker and Hermione saw that day after day. The way boys would look at her and the way she would flirtingly smile back at them. Unbelievably she wasn’t as jealous as you might think.

“So Hermione...” Ginny started; hoping to get Hermione’s attention away from the textbook that sat open in her lap.

Hermione’s head shot up and she nodded. “Yes, Gin?” Hermione asked, leaning back on her hands against the floor.

“What do you think about Harry?” Ginny asked cautiously her head tilted down but looking up through her lashes at Hermione.

She nodded. “I think Harry is fine, why do you ask?” She asked searching Ginny’s face for any reason behind the question. She’d noticed that Ginny looked a little shyer, whenever Harry’s name came up but she thought it was cute. A few years ago she simply shrugged it off as a little school girl crush, but they were all older now and that certainty changed the circumstances.

“Well I know that you never really had a… thing for him but you do get to see the real him. The him, that doesn’t pretend around other girls and the side of him I rarely have gotten to see these last few years and I just wanted to know what you thought about him as… a person.”

Hermione understood it now. Ginny’s crush had lasted all these years and had probably grown into something more and now she was started to express what she felt more through questions and probably she was going to tell him.

“Well Ginny, Harry is a great guy, he’s nice and he’s passionate about the things he cares about .He really knows how to listen to someone.” Hermione said with a smile on her face as she remembered the night before and how he was so… understanding when she had spilled her heart out to him.

Ginny swallowed the lump in her throat before looking up at Hermione and nodding furiously. “That’s… that’s really good. I think that I like him…. Well more than like him… I just want to know is he might…. Maybe… feel the same about me.” Hermione smiled and watched Ginny try to express what she wanted.

“I think you should but make sure he’s not with anyone, okay? Because that can just… ruin everything.”

Ginny stood up as did Hermione and Ginny embraced Hermione and they smiled as they hugged.

“Thank you.” Ginny said genuinely. Her eyes then wandered to the antique grandfather lock that stood against the wall next to the stairs of the girl’s dormitories. The claw- like hands were telling them that it was about time to go down for super.

Ginny broke the embrace and smiled. “How about we go down to the Great Hall and after dinner I’ll ask some careful questions of Harry and see where he’s at, then afterwards I’ll talk to him.”

Hermione smiled and nodded. “Ok let’s go.”

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Draco was sitting at the Slytherin table shocked by what was being told to him.

“Wait where did you hear this?” He demanded towards Pansy whom was leaning over to once of her friends and snickering as she was whispering, and not that quietly. Draco’s demand was ignored as Pansy snickered.

She was leaned against the Millicent and chatted in her ear with an evil look of amusement.

“And then I heard that afterwards she went into her room and bawled like a little baby.” Mused Pansy her eyes meeting Draco’s. Draco could see the look in her eyes and he knew it well. It was a look of amusement, evil, and superiority.

She stopped whispering and sat up straight her eyes never leaving Draco’s. She then turned her head to get attention of the other Slytherin’s. To make sure the news got down to the rest of the table she decided that Theodore, who was sitting at the end of the very long table, should know as well.

“Hey Theodore!” Pansy screeched. “Guess what I heard. I heard that Hermione Granger, no other than the Gryffindor bookworm, is in love with the redheaded Ron Weasly, and I heard that she begged and begged him on her knees to be with her and he rejected her because she was too ugly.”

Pansy’s grin never left her face. Pansy almost got an erotic feeling when she got to gossip about other people. It made her feel superior, sexy, and the center of attention. Draco knew this about Pansy; he could tell by the way she swayed her body slowly as she told people and the way her eyes bore into his as she told these secrets that often bordered on lies.

Now Pansy’s plan worked perfectly because right next to the Slytherin table was the Hufflepuff table and right near Theodore was Rose Zeller, she heard Pansy’s gossip and quickly spread it to the people at her table, soon the news was all over the great hall. People were talking, gossiping, squealing, and gasping.


As this went on Draco’s eyes bore into Pansy. He felt bad for Hermione, mostly because he knew that none of it was true but there was nothing he could do to stop the rumors that were now all over the school. Pansy watched him with a small smirk. Draco then felt the toe of Pansy’s foot move slowly up his leg and rest on the inside of his thigh.

Before Draco had a chance to push her foot away he saw the doors of the great hall open and in walked Hermione with Ginny.

As she walked into the room it went silent, and all the faces of her peers looked up at her. Not knowing what was going on she sat next to Harry and gave him a smile but the smile hadn’t been returned.

“Umm… what’s going on?” She asked rather nervously afraid of what he might say. Harry leaned over and whispered into her ear what had been going on.

She now knew. With in seconds the whispers began again. People looked and laughed passing glances and snickers back and forth to their friends. She could feel the sweat forming on her forehead as she looked around in a panic. Her throat felt like it was closing as she tried to keep breathing, but it was if her breath was caught in her throat. She couldn't swallow at all and began to panic even more.

Looking around her, her eyes got bigger; she stood and went towards the door. When in the hallway she leaned against the wall, grabbing at her throat which felt like it was completely closed off.

Draco had watched the scene play out in front of him and he was suddenly very worried for the girl. Trying to act casual he stood up. He should have known he wouldn’t be able to leave a room, without the notice of the rest of the students. The entire Slytherin table turned their attention to him.

“That’s what she gets that filthy mud blood.” Draco growled out as he started to walk towards the door acting as if he was only leaving for the bathroom.

When he entered the hall he found Hermione standing against the wall for support. Worried he moved in front of her as she looked up towards him her eyes wide. He could see her chest heaving.

“I can’t breath…” Hermione gasped out as she started to grab at her throat. Draco grabbed her hands forcing them to her side

. “You’re having a panic attack. Just relax.” He grabbed her arm and looked around finding and empty classroom used mostly for storage.

He opened the door and led her in before closing it behind them and sitting her down. Draco could tell she was still panicking.

“Granger relax, you’re going to be fine. Just tell yourself that in fifteen minutes you’ll probably be alright.” His words seemed to calm her down and within minutes she was fully able to breath normally again.

“See that wasn’t…” Draco started but was interrupted by Hermione’s hand coming into contact with his face hard slap.

“How could you! We told each other those things in secrecy and then you tell the whole damn school! I know you were an arrogant person Malfoy, but I NEVER would have thought you were this bad of a person. Don’t talk to me again and if I never speak to you again for the rest of my life. That’ll be perfectly fine!” With that Hermione stormed out of the classroom only to run directly into Harry’s chest and she fell back onto her bottom.

Harry helped her up and smiled slightly hoping to lighten the mood.

“We have to stop meeting like this.” Hermione tried to give him a smile but it was hard to force.

“I can’t believe this happened, Harry.” She said looking up at him wishing he could just make it all go away.

“I know Hermione; want to go to the library and talk?” After Hermione gave him the nod of approval they made there way to the library.

After climbing a flight of stairs her and Harry entered the old, musky library. Hermione made a beeline for one of the desks and she sat. Harry followed her and sat across from her and gave her a small smile.

“I’m sorry Hermione.” Harry said taking her hands into his.

Hermione nodded at his sympathy.

“Thank you but…” He quickly interrupted her.

“No Hermione. I’m sorry. It was my fault. I accidentally let it slip to Neville ion the hallways and Pansy was next to us and I am so sorry.” Hermione instantly pulled her hands away from his and simply looked at him betrayed.

“Harry… how could you? Out of everyone I… I trusted you.” Harry regretted all of it, but he knew he couldn’t take it back. He watched Hermione get up and storm from the library.

Nobody dared to stop Hermione, as many students saw her storming from the library and making an automatic line for her room. Whether it was because of the determined look on her face, or if it was because of what had happened back in the great hall she was left alone.

All Hermione wanted was to be in the comfort of her own room again. Away from Harry, Ron, the other students, and mostly… Draco.

She had almost forgotten about Draco. She seemed to move faster as her steps became quicker. The moment she got to the painting that separated her from their room she muttered the password. Her voice seemed stressed and you could definitely hear the event of the night from her voice.

The painting swung open and Hermione stepped through. The first thing she saw was the book of Draco’s blond head. He must have heard the painting open because he turned around almost looking as stressed as she was about that night.

“Granger, listen I never…” Draco’s words were interrupted, not by Hermione speaking but her lips on his. She had made a beeline straight for him and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him against her almost as quickly as she got into the room.

Her lips pressed against his softly but as Draco’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her petite body in closer the kiss became deeper. Hermione could feel Draco’s tongue grazing her bottom lip and she parted her lips slightly giving him permission. Draco’s hands were pressed hard against her back keeping her against him as if holding on for dear life.

Hermione was the one to break the kiss and as Draco looked into her deep brown eyes and saw the tears still evident underneath him. He didn’t know what had taken over her or why she had kissed him, but this was one thing he could never hold against her.

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Take me in, into your darkest hour
and I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
And when...
When the night falls on you, baby
You're feeling all alone
You won't be on your own
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AN – Hope you like it. And I would LOVE some reviews. They keep me going. I really want to know your thoughts on it so far and like I’ve been saying, we haven’t even scratched the surface. And my beta is awesome!