The worst days of our lives

Chapter 6

Hermione woke up to the sound of her alarm clock. She let out a throaty moan and threw the clock against the wall. Sometimes she could do without Muggle technology. The blankets were so warm. She decided breakfast could wait for another twenty minutes. Snuggling deeper under the blankets, Hermione Granger fell asleep again.

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Ron sat at the dining table, munching down his breakfast, when Harry and Ginny propped down on the bench opposite of him.

‘Good morning,’ he mumbled with a mouth full of eggs.

Ginny grimaced. Her brother could be such a pig.

‘Charming as always Ron.’

She filled her plate with breakfast with one hand, the other one safely entwined with Harry’s. She gave a content sigh. This was how life was supposed to be. Her and Harry. And Ron on the other side of the table.

‘Aren’t you supposed to sit at that table?’ Harry said, pointing towards the Gryffindor table.

‘No. I think I’ll sit with you guys from now on. It’s not like there are many people there that’ll miss me. I don’t understand why you guys have a different table anyway. What’s the use?’

‘To keep us from ‘identifying with our house too much’, ‘ Ron answered.

‘Where’s Hermione?’ asked Harry.

Ron shrugged.

‘In bed?’ he suggested helpfully, as he pushed his food around on his plate, neatly arranging it into the chudley cannons logo.

'Hey Neville!' Ginny called out as Neville walked towards their table. He gave them a shy wave back and sat down next to Ron.

‘Shouldn’t she be here?’ Harry asked again, looking at Ginny.

'Who?' asked Neville as he scooped some eggs and bacon onto his plate.

'Hermione,' answered Ron.

Somewhere far away in the Great Hall McGonagal spluttered and nearly choked on her breakfast. Next to her sat Snape smirking and patting her on the back.

'Huh?' asked Neville, 'What going on with those two?'

Ginny shrugged.

‘No idea. Hermione will probably be down in a second. Maybe she’s taming that mop she calls hair?’

***

Draco woke up too late. The moment he opened his eyes he knew it. It was a kind of weary yearning to stay in bed, while knowing that he had to get up. He quickly threw his clothing on, grabbed his book bag and left his room. He had a horrible nightmare again. He was going to madam Pomfrey later today for some dreamless sleeping draught.
When he ran down the stairs he collided with something, or rather, someone.

‘Watch it! Don’t just stop on the stairs moron,’ he said as he tried to manage his hair. Somehow it just didn’t want to stick in place. Probably because he hadn’t used any gel whatsoever.

‘You sure are as charming as ever Malfoy,’ Granger answered as she looked over her shoulder.

‘You’re late?’ he asked. Granger late? She was an annoying know-it-all, teachers pet extraordinaire. She wouldn’t be late.

Granger scowled at him.

‘Yes Malfoy. I am only human you know,’ she grumbled as she proceeded down the stairs.

‘You’re not human, you’re a muggleborn.’

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he could take it back. He told himself he didn’t believe that shit anymore. Damn. Old habits and all.

Granger had turned around and stared at him. It was quite disturbing.

‘What?’ he snubbed as he hoisted his bag further onto his shoulders.

‘You called me muggleborn…,’ she said vaguely, ‘Never mind. Let’s go before Snape will have our heads.’

‘Don’t worry, he won’t have my head. He actually likes me,’ Draco said with a smirk.
Granger glared at him.

‘All the more reason to pity you.’

Draco occasionally glanced at Granger. She sure had grown into a woman alright. He could clearly see the swell of her tits, which were stuffed into her blouse a bit too tightly.

‘Stop staring,’ she ordered curtly. A little blush appeared on her cheeks.

Draco smirked.

‘Just wondering how you changed into a woman suddenly Granger. I remember you as a skinny stick figure with rabbit teeth and frizzy hair. Of course you’ve done nothing to flatter your hair, but hey there’s potential there!’

Granger glared again.

‘It would be appreciated if you'd keep your sexist comments to yourself.’

‘So what were you and Potter talking about yesterday?’

They were nearly there, the doors of the dungeons dooming up in the corridor.

‘None of your business,’ Granger replied, a little blush creeping into her cheeks. Draco noticed she had freckles. Nice.

‘Ah. A secret. I get it.’

Before Draco knew what happened, Granger pushed him against the wall, her wand under his nose.

‘Malfoy. I'm saying this only once: It’s. None. Of. Your. Business. Let it go’ she hissed with a slightly crazed look in her eyes. Draco just smirked.

‘Am I to assume you like it rough Granger? You sure have a mean push there. And you’re not much of a morning person, are you?’

So Potter really had something to hide. Something important enough for Granger to use violence. This was good, very good.

‘Potter and you are hiding something, and you don’t want to tell anyone. But Potter does. You just made this year very interesting Granger.’

Draco pushed Granger away, righted himself and with a smirk on his face he entered the dungeons.

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Even if Potions was a rather dull affair, it was mildly entertaining to see how Snape seemed even more vicious than before. Especially towards the Gryffindors. Well, former Gryffindors at least. No-House-Bullshit.

Blaise wondered what was up with Snape. Maybe the broomstick he had up his arse got shoved in even deeper? Probably. He never learned what happened to the Potions Master during the war, but he'd bet his entire inheritance that it wasn’t pretty. The scars on his neck were proof.

‘Miss Granger, put your hand down now or I’ll put it down by force. Give someone else a chance to reply or can’t your ego handle that? Patil, answer the question,’ he heard Snape snarl. Granger put her hand down and frowned.

Draco nudged Blaise and leaned in to whisper: ‘Wonder what Granger did to piss him off that badly. Have you seen Grangers tits?’

Blaise laughed under his breath, as he leaned forward in his chair to peek around Potters shoulder. Yes, certainly check-out-worthy. He glanced at Draco and made quite a face.

'How about Patil?' whispered Blaise to Draco.

Draco's eyes darted around to find the girl in question.

'Which one?' he hissed.

'Both!'

‘Miss Granger!’ Snape snarled once more.

This was a good day.

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After Transfiguration Pansy followed Draco and Blaise to the Great Hall for lunch. So far, so good she thought. She hadn't encountered any major fights or name calling. Even though she was still wary. It couldn't be that suddenly everyone forgot, could it? She glanced around as she sat down. Draco and Blaise were chatting amicably. Pansy smiled slightly, it was good to see them getting along again.

Just as she was about to take a sip of her pumpkin juice someone bumped into her from the behind.

'Oh, I'm sor-. Oh It's you,' Ginny Weasley said as she glared at Pansy, then walked further down the table and sat down next to Potter.

Pansy looked at the happy couple with naked longing on her face. She wondered when she became jealous of the Boy-Who-Lived and his slutty girlfriend. It was just sickening how the She-Weasel put her hand in his and stroked his cheek. How they quietly laughed together. Why couldn't Pansy have that?

Suddenly she was shaken from her thoughts by a yelp. As she looked up she saw Astoria Greengrass pass their table with a satisfied grin on her face while the two other girls walking next to her giggled.

Pansy frowned and looked at Draco and Blaise.

Blaise had one eyebrow raised into Draco's direction, who was currently rubbing his bum with wide eyes.

'Shit,' Draco mumbled as he tried to fit an entire sandwich into his mouth, which failed. He quickly put half of it back on his plate, while standing up and grabbing his bag. 'I have to go. See you in the common room tonight.'

And with that he left in quite a hurry, nearly stumbling out of the Great Hall.

'What the fuck was that?' Pansy asked.

Blaise was still looking in the direction Draco left off.

'No idea.'

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Hermione sat at dinner, moodily staring into her mashed potatoes. Damn Malfoy. He had upset her, after their encounter she couldn't help but feel paranoid. What if he found out? Then Ginny, not to mention Ron, would certainly hear from him sooner than later. Oh Merlin, what was she going to do.

Grumpily she poked her sausage.

'What did that sausage do to you Herms?' Ron asked her while stuffing yet another spoonful into his mouth.

Hermione gave him a crooked smile.

'It exists.'

Harry glanced at her, and because he did, so did Ginny. No one said anything. After a long pregnant pause Ginny spoke.

'Well, it's clear you don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about something else.'
Hermione had to resist the temptation of glaring at the redhead. Ginny was a very nice girl, one you could count on, but sometimes Hermione wondered what drove the only Weasley girl. What were her motives, her drives and her feelings. Hermione frowned and got up.

'I'm not hungry. I'll see you later tonight.'

Briskly Hermione walked out of the Great Hall. To the library.

As she entered she looked for the most secluded spot. It was in the back and surrounded by three large bookcases. No one ever came here. Except for her of course.

She strolled towards the table, sat down and got her Ancient Runes book from her bag.
Just as she was getting quite into the book, someone strolled within a relatively close vicinity of her table. Her head snapped up and she looked around warily.

'Seen Draco have you Granger?' asked Blaise Zabini. He lounged against a bookcase.

Arrogant prick.

'No I haven't.'

'Oh,' said Zabini. His eyebrows knotted together as he looked around. 'Give me a shout when you do okay?'

'Sure.'

Hermione frowned. Zabini had looked worried. Weird, like there was anything that Malfoy couldn't handle. With a slight smirk she realized exactly what he couldn't handle. She snickered softly to herself, a very unladylike sound, then went back to her reading.

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