Chapter 4 : Slytherins
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Chapter 4- Slytherins
Hermione wandered back towards the Heads’ Dorms deep in thought. On the third floor she ran into Theo, and they walked back to their dormitory together in silence.
“So, did you find anyone?” Theo asked as they approached Sam’s portrait.
“Yeah,” Hermione muttered, “I did.”
“Blue Moon,” Theo said to the portrait and led the way into the common room. “Who?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Draco Malfoy,” Hermione replied, still shaken.
Theo’s eyes widened then abruptly narrowed. Hermione began to pace in front of the fire as Theo took a seat on the couch.
“Do you know if he was the one that broke that vase?”
“I have no idea, but I didn’t give him detention,” Hermione confessed. “He sort of threatened me if I did.”
“He threatened you?” Theo asked incredulously.
Hermione nodded. “He said that I wouldn’t put him in detention unless I wanted something bad to happen…”
“That little scum,” Theo growled. “I’m going to haunt his footsteps until I catch him for something and get him expelled for it.”
“That’s not a good idea,” Hermione warned. “He’s a Death Eater. He could be dangerous.”
Theo laughed harshly then paused. “Hermione,” he began reluctantly, “do you know who my parents are?”
Hermione shook her head.
“They’re Death Eaters,” the Head Boy informed bluntly.
Hermione’s eyes grew wide and she took a step back from him, her thoughts whirling. “What?” she asked, the shock making her voice unsteady as her eyes darted around for an escape route.
“My father is, at least,” Theo corrected himself. “Point is: I’ve learned things. I know how to take care of myself.”
“You’re a Death Eater?” Hermione whispered. "Why would Professor McGonagall make a Death Eater the Head Boy?"
“Don’t be ridiculous. I'm not a Death Eater. I’m seventeen years old. No one but Malfoy has ever been let in that young.”
Hermione was still backing away slowly, her hand gripping the wand in her robe pocket. “You’re going to become a Death Eater though…you just about said so.”
“Well…that’s the plan," Theo said honestly, shrugging. "Father wants me to follow in his footsteps and all. Though, I’m not so sure. I’ve never really agreed with everything that the Death Eaters believe in, and I don’t really like absolute authority…” Theo pondered matter-of-factly. He looked thoughtful, obviously oblivious to Hermione’s distress.
“Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly, finally halting in her retreat to stare at him. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have already.
“Why not?” he responded, shrugging his shoulders. “You know that Malfoy’s a Death Eater; why shouldn’t you know what my prospective future is?”
“I could go to Professor McGonagall,” Hermione threatened, swallowing hard. “I could tell her who your dad is.”
“You wouldn’t do that, Hermione. I know you wouldn’t. The world we live in is different now. It's changed, and because of that, the way we handle things has changed," he shrugged. "You won't say anything.”
Hermione glared for a long time at the boy in front of her as he lounged on the couch. She wasn't afraid to speak up, although she felt that that was what he was implying. Whatever "changes" he was talking about, they didn't make her any less of a Gryffindor. She wouldn't argue with Theo about it, but she was sure in her heart that she wasn't going to stay quiet because of fear. Finally, she spoke:
“Fine. I won’t tell. It’s not because I’m scared though; it’s because I think I still have a chance to change your mind about your future,” she responded, advancing towards him and taking a seat on the floor, looking up into his green eyes.
“Whatever you say, Granger,” Theo joked, meeting her gaze without hesitation.
Hermione glared at him again, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. “I thought I told you not to use my surname, Theodore.”
“You did, Granger, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t use it to tease you.”
Hermione grinned. The tense moment was shattered, and the two Heads sat laughing for a while. Finally, Hermione stood and stretched. “Bed time,” she announced, heading towards her room.
“See you in the morning, Hermione,” Theo called from the couch, not standing to turn-in.
“You too,” Hermione replied, closing her bedroom door behind her.
He has a Death Eater for a father…Hermione thought as she undressed slowly, hanging her robes and pulling on her pajamas, but there's still time to change his mind. He doesn’t seem like a bad person…and he isn't committed to the life his father leads. I can save him. I don't know how yet, but I know I can save him.
She crawled under the covers of her four-poster and lay back against the pillows. In a moment, she was asleep.
“Wake up, Hermione!” Theo called from the common room the next morning, his voice muffled by Hermione's closed bedroom door. “Garrett wants to meet you before breakfast!”
Hermione opened her eyes lazily and rolled out of bed. “Your best friend, Garrett?” she called back as she headed for the door to the bathroom she shared with Theo.
“One and the same!”
“I’ll be out soon!” Hermione shouted before she got into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione ran into the common room in full uniform and ready for her first day of lessons. She was tying back her hair when Theo spoke again.
“Took you long enough,” he laughed, standing from the couch. “This is Garrett.” He indicated a tall boy that Hermione hadn’t noticed standing by the bookcase.
Hermione forced a smile and tried not to gawk as Garrett waved at her. He was taller even than Theo and had green eyes and wavy blonde hair. Hermione would never say it aloud, but she had always noticed him from a distance and thought that he was positively gorgeous. Finally meeting him was a bit overwhelming.
Theo hid a smirk as he noticed Hermione's wide-eyed admiration of his best friend. “Garrett, this is Hermione Granger.”
"It's my pleasure," Garrett said, his smile widening as Hermione finally raised a hand and waved back at him.
“Walk to breakfast with us?” Theo asked.
Hermione nodded shyly and fell in step with him as they left the Heads’ Dorms. The three walked in silence for the journey to the staircase, but then Garrett finally spoke. “So, Hermione…Theo tells me you had a run-in with Malfoy last night…”
Hermione turned to him and nodded. “It was nothing serious…he just thinks he owns the school,” she explained, blushing a bit and trying to sound nonchalant.
Theo shook his head. “If you ever want to help teach him a lesson, I’m up for it, Garrett,” he told his best friend. "He's been asking for it since first year."
“That’s not a good idea. I told you that last night, Theo,” Hermione replied immediately.
Garrett waggled his eyebrows at the Head Boy who snorted and shoved him.
“Not like that, you idiot,” he groaned. “I just met her!”
Hermione caught onto what they were joking about and blushed scarlet. Theo and Garrett continued their banter until they reached the entrance to the Great Hall where the three companions stopped.
“Until later,” Garrett said, giving a mock salute and grinning before heading for the Slytherin table.
“See you,” Theo said, clapping Hermione on the back and following his friend.
Hermione headed to the Gryffindor table alone, ignoring the subdued chatter around her, her mind still on Garrett’s gleaming smile.
“Hey there!” Harry greeted as Hermione joined him at the table, taking a seat on the same bench.
Hermione smiled at him and helped herself to some bacon, looking around for Ron and Ginny. “Where are the others?” she asked after a few moments of fruitless searching.
“Well…Ron’s having a lie-in, isn’t he?” Harry explained, rolling his eyes. “And Ginny’s at the Ravenclaw table saying hello to Luna.”
Hermione glanced to where he pointed and spotted Ginny’s famous red hair at last.
“You really shouldn’t let Ron sleep in,” she scolded Harry after a moment. “He’ll get into bad habits.”
Harry laughed. “You aren’t there to wake us up anymore, Hermione, sorry.”
Hermione smiled sadly, a wave of nostalgia threatening to swamp her.
“So how's the new dormitory?” Harry asked after a moment.
“It’s really nice!” Hermione replied, forcing a smile even though her heart sank when she was again reminded that she would never again call Gryffindor Tower her home. “And Theo is turning out to be a lot better than I had expected.”
“Ooh laa laa!” Ginny exclaimed from behind her.
Hermione turned, smiling, to greet her friend. “Good morning, Ginny.”
“Good morning to you too,” Ginny said happily, sitting on the bench beside Harry who pulled her closer and kissed her forehead. “So who’s Theodore’s cute friend? I've seen him around, but I can't say I remember his name.”
Hermione blushed. “That’s Garrett Crush,” she muttered, staring at her food with a slight smile on her face.
“I sense a crush coming on,” Ginny sang. “No pun intended, of course.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Yes, I'm sure that was unintentional," she said, ignoring Ginny's teasing despite the blush that rose in her cheeks.
“Well, if I didn’t have boy-wonder here, I’d go after him,” Ginny joked, leaning her head onto Harry's shoulder.
“Cruel nickname…” he muttered, rolling his eyes, but smiling slightly all the same.
Hermione would have replied, but just then, she noticed Ron entering the Great Hall. “Oh, look who stumbled out of bed,” she observed, pointing to the bleary-eyed redhead walking their way, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, his hair still mussed from sleep.
“Morning, everyone,” Ron grumbled, throwing himself into a seat across from Hermione.
“You’re out here quite late, Ronald,” Hermione lectured.
“Save it,” Ron groaned. “I’m too tired to listen right now.”
Hermione just sighed. Glancing down the table, she noticed that the new Head of Gryffindor, Professor Garmin was tottering towards them handing out timetables. The students were sticking their heads together to compare classes, and Hermione felt a smile spread across her face as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor reached her and her friends.
“Good luck this year,” Professor Garmin said as she lay a small stack of parchment in the center of the table and carried on her way without waiting for a reply. Hermione quickly picked up the papers, rifling through them and passing the correct timetables to her friends, keeping her own.
She stared down at her schedule, smiling slightly and ignoring whatever Ron was grumbling under his breath. “I’m off to Ancient Runes,” she said happily, shouldering her bag. “I’ll see you later.”
Harry and Ginny called their goodbyes as Hermione hurried out of the Great Hall, and Ron said nothing, oblivious to everything going on around him as he shoveled his breakfast into his mouth, his timetable forgotten beneath his elbow.
NEWT level Ancient Runes with everyone including the gorgeous Slytherins…Hermione thought as she headed to the classroom. I’ve never had this class with them before…
Of course, she was the first to arrive and took a seat at one of the four-person tables in the front of the room, glancing around absentmindedly. The Ancient Runes classroom was laid out in a way that multiple students would be able to converse during the class and compare results of translations. Professor Babbling also said that she couldn’t stand the strictness of rows, which is why she arranged the tables into groups instead.
Hermione bounced excitedly in her seat, hoping that people would start arriving soon.
Ten minutes later, the professor finally stepped into the classroom with a small group of students who dispersed themselves around the room. Hermione was left sitting alone. Her face fell as she began to feel slightly disheartened. She was preparing to move to a table with three other girls when the door opened again.
Theo’s clear laugh echoed in the hallway and muffled suddenly as he entered the room with Garrett and an auburn-haired Slytherin girl whose name Hermione didn’t remember.
“Over there,” Theo said, pointing to Hermione who blushed and looked away. The three Slytherins sat down around her, and Hermione smiled when Garrett took the seat beside hers.
“Hermione, this is Samantha Wright,” Theo said, indicating his Slytherin friend, "or Sam, as she prefers." Sam and Hermione shook hands and smiled at one another.
“Nice to meet you,” Sam said politely in a soft voice.
“You too,” Hermione replied.
Professor Babbling was standing at the front of the class now, and they fell silent to listen to her speak. “Well,” the professor began, smiling slightly, “welcome back to Ancient Runes! And welcome to your final year at Hogwarts!”
“Here, here!” someone said from the back of the room.
The professor smiled. “I’m glad to see that so many of you have returned. Today we’ll be reviewing the things that we’ve learned in past years. I would like you all to please turn to page twelve in your textbooks and decode the paragraph in hieroglyphics. Talk about your summers; I know that’s what you’ll do anyway,” she smiled. “You have half an hour.”
Hermione opened her textbook and began to translate the paragraph, listening to the Slytherins talk around her.
“And you’re sure it was him?” Theo asked tensely.
“I’m positive,” Sam replied. “No one in the school has hair as blond as that git’s.”
Hermione gave an involuntary shudder. Malfoy…she thought. They’re talking about Malfoy…
“Are you okay, Hermione?” Garrett asked, noticing her twitch.
Hermione smiled at him. “Draco is one of the few people who bother me, to be honest,” she replied with a shrug.
Theo snorted. “If you can call him a person.”
Sam laughed. “Agreed,” she smirked.
Hermione just smiled and looked back at her book. Garrett seemed to think it was a good idea to start on the assignment as well because he finally opened his own textbook and began to read.
“So what was he doing out on the grounds before breakfast had even started?” Theo asked Sam.
Hermione tried to ignore their conversation, but curiosity got the better of her.
“He was coming away from the greenhouses…maybe he was just taking a stroll?” There was doubt in Sam's voice.
“Did you see if he was acting more strangely than usual?” Hermione asked as she joined the conversation, curious about Draco's actions as well. Garrett’s quill paused on his paper as he listened.
“I didn’t stay long enough to notice, honestly. I left before he spotted me.”
Hermione looked thoughtful. What’s Malfoy up to now? she pondered.
“The slimy git…” Garrett growled under his breath.
Hermione grinned at him.
By the time Ancient Runes ended, Hermione and the Slytherins had become quite comfortable with each other, even able to call each other friends.
Harry and Ron will never believe this…Hermione thought as she waved goodbye to them and headed towards her next lesson: Transfiguration.
“Hello!” Hermione greeted as she took the seat between Harry and Ron in Professor Eiglen's classroom. “Finally awake, Ron?”
Ron shrugged. “Only if I have to be,” he responded honestly.
“So how was NEWT Runes? And all the Slytherins?” Harry asked, flashing a skeptical look Hermione's way.
“You’ll never believe this…but some of them aren’t so bad at all,” Hermione said.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances.
“They’re Slytherins,” Ron generalized, blinking in confusion.
“Well, yes…but Garrett, Sam, and Theo are great,” Hermione reasoned. “You’ll have to meet them. They’re a lot different than I expected.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Tell us when you decide to switch Houses,” he joked.
Hermione glared. “Ha ha. Very funny,” she said. “You’ll change your minds when you meet them.”
“When pigs fly,” Ron replied, falling silent as Professor Eiglen entered the room.
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(edited as of 7-23-14)
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