Hermione used to love Easter, it meant hanging out with friends and as much chocolate as she liked.
Now however? The idea was scary, made her squirm both from the idea of all the gross calories and how they would tempt her.
Harry and Ron were staying for Easter this time around, deciding Mrs. Weasley needed a break. Besides the workload this year was huge.
She however didn't hear a word from her parents until Dumbledore had pulled her aside quietly the day before the holidays began.
He had been informed what was going on with her father.
Dumbledore explained that the hospital wasn't allowing any visitors for a few days.
He'd given her a letter from her parents that told her that she'd hear from her them again in a few days and not to worry.
She didn't know how to respond to this news and reasoned that at least she might be able to catch up on some work.
She'd most certainly started to feel behind in her work, it didn't help that she couldn't concentrate in class.
Although the talk of Easter eggs almost made her have a nervous breakdown.
How the hell will I be able to resist it all?
At one point she found she couldn't breathe.
Easter came far sooner than she'd hoped. She managed to wake up early and put all her eggs in Parvati's pile. After one guilt filled moment of eating a miniature egg, she realised that Parvati would appreciate them much more.
She came down to the common room to find Ron sitting on the couch holding a large white Easter egg. He glanced at her nervously.
'Look Hermione, I'm sorry about everything. Here have an egg.' He held it out for her looking apprehensively.
Perhaps I can forgive him, heck why are we even fighting anymore?
It doesn’t matter does it?
‘No thanks,’ she gestured at the egg. ‘But apology accepted.’
He sighed in relief, ‘I promise, I didn’t put Gurdyroot in it.’
Her heart jolted.
Did he have to bring that day up?
That's what he said before Pansy cursed me with that envelope.
Is he calling me fat?
‘No thanks Ron, you eat it.’
Ron frowned. ‘You don’t believe me do you?’
‘Of course I do, I just don’t feel like it.’
He is so aggravating.
‘You don’t have to get angry about it!’
‘I’m not getting angry! And you don’t have to force that shit down my throat.’
‘It’s just a fucking egg!’
‘Exactly! I don’t want it.’
She waved her hand. ‘I hate eggs.’
‘Since when? You love chocolate.’
She clenched her fist. He didn’t care. He really didn’t fucking care did he?
‘You don’t notice anything do you?’
‘I’ve noticed that you’re a nut case.’
‘Ugh! Right, apology not accepted. Your not really sorry Ron. You couldn’t care less.’ She grabbed the egg and smushed it into his face.
Ron wiped the chocolate out of his eyes. ‘Why you little fucking…’
‘What's going on?’ Harry was standing on the staircase looking at them with eyebrows raised.
‘Ron’s an idiot that’s what!’
‘You’re the one that's barking!’
Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Here Hermione, Happy Easter.’ He threw her an egg.
She screamed angrily, caught the egg, and threw it at Ron’s already chocolate covered face and stormed out of the room shouting;
‘I hate eggs!’
‘No need to scream!’ Shouted the fat lady behind her.
Ron vaulted out behind her. ‘Yeah, well I hate you!’
‘Argh!’ She left Ron standing in the doorway and disappeared behind the corner. She could imagine him shaking his head as she caught the words. ‘Blooming mental.’
Hermione was in such a huff that she didn’t notice where she was going and ran straight into a rather large solid figure.
Arms wrapped around her unsteady form, stopping her from falling.
‘Whoa, lovely. What’s up?’ Dean swooped down for a kiss.
‘Ugh Ronald Weasley is what’s up. So I decided to go do homework.’
Dean opened his mouth. ‘But it’s Easter!’
‘At least come for a hot chocolate and an egg.’ Dean smiled smoothly and stole another kiss.
Hermione gritted her teeth. ‘No thanks. I hate eggs.’ She stopped for an awkward moment summoning her confidence. ‘I’ll certainly have another kiss.’
A few people in the hall whistled before Hermione departed red cheeked but smiling,’
Why not? Why not one chocolate? After all it is Easter.
Hermione smiled timidly, she could always work it off.
With this sudden change of mind Hermione rushed back down the hall hoping Dean hadn’t gone too far.
Once again she ran into the same solid chest. She lowered her lashes and put her arm around his neck and whispered happily.
‘I changed my mind.’
Draco Malfoy was blinking rapidly at her.
‘Oh yeah Granger?’
Hermione let out a tiny gasp and removed her arms as though he was made of poison, Malfoy however had her waist in a cinch like grip.
‘I haven’t Granger,’ He leaned in close, his lips touching her earlobe at the same time as his fingers ran along her waist.
‘You’re still a mudblood.’
I will not let him get to me.
‘Well, your still a prig!’
His hands tightened and Hermione found her breath became restricted. His Pureblood cologne filled her senses.
‘Let go.’ She rasped.
‘What was that?’
‘Malfoy there are people everywhere.’
‘They think we are embracing. We are embracing aren’t we.’
Hermione knee’s felt strangely weak.
A growl emitted deep in her throat.
Draco released her. He was smiling serenely.
Hermione glared at him as he turned around.
The people in the hall seemed not to notice.
Hermione felt shaky and walked to the nearest bathroom realising with annoyance that she’d missed her chance to meet up with Dean.
What the fuck is Malfoy’s problem?
At least now Dean can’t offer me chocolate.
She leant heavily against the sink staring hard at the red bracelet on her wrist.
Why did that shake me up so much?
His hungry eyes...
She stared at her reflection.
The bathroom door slammed.
Hermione span around. Millicent Bulstrode was standing in the doorway looking agitated.
Hermione blinked. ‘I was just leaving.’
Bulstrode pushed her back roughly.
‘I just got back chatted by some kid not to mentions low marks in Charms and then I see you just then, sucking up to that Mudblood and then moments later, Draco Malfoy.’
Why is this girl always so angry?
Not to mention probably three times my strength.
‘Look Bulstrode, I ran into Malfoy- do you really think I’d suck up to that git let alone talk to him?’
‘Don’t insult him Granger! He is better than you’ll ever be.’
‘That's poppycock. Malfoy is a selfish, arrogant, complete and utter-’
Hermione fell back against the wall holding her jaw where Bulstrode had hit it incredibly hard.
‘Are you insane? I could put you on detention for this!’
Within seconds Bulstrode had her by her collar and punched her in the gut.
She felt two more painful jabs in the ribs before she blacked out...