It had always been Harry people had stared at. Now I knew how Harry had always felt. The gazes were unnerving. I felt color rising in my face. Ron on the other hand glowed with pride. Being the youngest of his brothers, he’d always been outshone. Now he shined more than them all. Truth be told, Ron didn’t get enough credit for the role he had played. But it was more than he’d ever gotten in his life.
A week had passed since school had started. Ron and I headed to the great hall, where Harry was already waiting for us. He waved us over and we joined him at the Gryffindor table. Ron hungrily grabby a chicken leg, stuffing it into his mouth.
“So captain, when are you holding try outs?” Ginny smiled sitting down next to Harry. She tossed Ron and his bulging mouth an annoyed look. “Pig,” she muttered.
“I was going to do it next weekend. But… you’re still going to be chaser. And Ron, when we were practicing over the summer you were amazing,” Harry grinned. “Actually, I think you’ve mastered your nerves now.”
Ron looked rather pleased with himself.
“Of course, Katie is gone. But the rest of the team… I guess I should hold try outs just to be safe but…” Harry shrugged. “The team is already pretty much together already.”
“This year is going to be great.”
*
She sat with her friends, throwing her head back and laughing. Ron Weasley slipped his arm around her waist. Ron was so obsessed with the girl beside him, he didn’t notice his best mate and his sister leaning into each other. The girl smiled up at him, pushing a strand of his red hair out of his face. Ron grinned down at her as he pulled her face toward his.
“Draco?” Pansy touched his shoulder gently.
“Wishing you were a Gryffindor?” Blaise rolled his eyes. I scowled at him. My pulse quickening.
“Bloody Gryffindors…” I covered up. “Potter, Weasley, Granger.” I spat, anger pulsed through my veins—genuine anger. What I was saying was true. But I’d been watching them.
I’d been watching her.
I still hated her. She was a filthy little Mudblood. It was a fact, it was the truth, and I loathed her. But the dream was etched into my mind. I was repulsed, yet a corner of my mind was… intrigued. In truth, I was noticing things about her that I’d never seen. I noticed the curves of her body. I noticed the way her hair shined. I noticed her bright smile. I noticed her smart brown eyes.
I was seeing Hermione Granger in a new light.
But it didn’t change my initial feelings of her. Not in the slightest. The dream, no matter how pleasurable, had been disgusting and even frightening that I could even form that in my subconscious. Wait… had I just admitted the dream to had been pleasurable? I closed my eyes, accepting the fact that the kiss itself had been quite good, while that fact it had been Granger… that was the bad part.
“There all so fond of themselves.” I heard myself say bitterly.
“More fond of each other if you ask me,” Blaise smirked. I looked up. Harry and Ginny were drinking each other in, talking softly. Ron and Hermione on the other hand were embraced, snogging.
A small part of me tightened. I was disgusted—this was repulsive, they were eating each other’s faces… and it was them. I glanced at Goyle. He hadn’t talked much all year. He just watched and listened quietly. He didn’t even make an effort to be part of the group.
Pansy placed her hand on my knee, causing my mind to snap back into place. “We could head to the common room early if you don’t like the view,” she said seductively.
“I’m fine,” I forced a smile on my face. Pansy’s face fell in disappointment, but she quickly smiled back and laid her head on my shoulder. Blaise shot me a inquisitive look.
I ignored it.
Blaise pulled me aside. “Okay…” he muttered. “So do you like Pansy or not?” he raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.
“I don’t know. She’s really, really… clingy… and annoying…” I mumbled. Blaise snorted.
“Wonderful qualities in a girl. Clingy and annoying. So you don’t like her? It’s not like she’s terrible looking. I mean she has a nice body and all.” Blaise said pointedly. I just shrugged again, not really caring.
“Yeah well there aren’t a lot of Slytherin options. Millicent, Pansy, Daphne, Lauren, and Gage.” he counted. “Then I guess fifth year girls and sixth year girls but I’ve dated half of them. They aren’t very interesting.”
I nodded, not really paying attention. I just wanted to get the headache cure I kept in my trunk, and go to bed. The more Blaise talked, the more my temple pulsed. He continued to discuss possible girls. “Ravenclaw girls aren’t terrible. But their damn brains could get annoying. Hufflepuffs… eh. And the whole Gryffindor rivalry thing. I understand why you’re with Pansy.” he patted my back. “But I understand why you aren’t.”
I nodded more to myself as I finished the last of the headache tonic, laying down, and hoping that I could have an easy sleep.
*
Monday morning. We had double potions that afternoon. “I’m dividing the dozen of you into two teams. Team A, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ernie MacMillan, Draco Malfoy, and Blaise Zabini. Team B, Seamus Finnegan, Lavender Brown, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Orlando Yornway, and Clark Wang. You will be making Tastes of Terror, a potion that causes the drinker to become afraid of the smallest things. Team that wins, has no homework! Instructions are in your book, page fourteen, you may begin.”
Harry, Ron, and I sat down at the first big round table in the room. Ernie, smiling joyfully, sat down with us. Draco and Blaise, looked at each other before sitting down. The other team joined at the other table.
All six of us looked at each other for a moment, before I opened my book. Ernie, could you get the ingredients?” I asked him. He nodded, heading over to the supplies cabinet.
Draco glared challengingly at me. I returned the glare. “Okay so first we add spider dust… Harry,” Harry nodded, taking the dust from Ernie and dropping it in the cauldron. I continually gave instructions, making a point not to ask Draco to do anything. I was about to add the final ingredient when he grabbed my wrist.
“I get to do that Granger.” he said firmly.
I pulled myself out of his grip. “No you don’t.” I made a move to drop it in again but he knocked my hand away.
“You filthy Mudblood. You think you can just take over when there are people so much better than you here? You’re so full of it.” he snarled at me. “Always have to be the best at school because you can never be on top in anything else. Because when it comes down to it you’re a rotten muggle born.”
I didn’t say anything.
“You look here Malfoy—” Ron started angrily, but I touched his arm gently.
“Just ignore him.”
“You’re Mudblood girlfriend’s right weasel. Temper temper. Of course she has to calm you down all the time when you realize how unimportant you are. Harry Potter the bloody boy who lived. Hermione Granger, the pretty little know-it-all. And… oh… just a face next to them. The stupid sidekick. Such a loser wit other’s people’s glory reflected on him. You are just as much of a loser as—”
It wasn’t Ron. It wasn’t even Harry. It was… me? I was tackling Draco to the ground, slapping him across the face.
“Hermione!” Harry yelled, surprised.
“Yeah Hermione!” Ron enthused. “Use your wand.”
I quickly pulled my wand out and pointed the tip of it to Draco’s throat. “You are the lowest piece of scum to ever walk this earth Draco Malfoy.” I hissed. Everyone was silent. Everyone was staring at me. I knew if I cast a spell I would be expelled. So I just whispered to him. “If you ever cross my path again. If you ever insult Ron or Harry or anyone… you better watch out Malfoy.” I got up off of him, picked up my bag, and walked out the door, fuming.
Harry and Ron followed me, Harry smirking and Ron grinning gleefully. “Again Hermione, you astound me,” Harry shook his head. “This is the second time you’ve decked Malfoy—in counting.”
“You should’ve seen the look on his face!” Ron laughed.
I closed my eyes and smiled. “I’m going to be in huge trouble… right in front of one of the Headmasters too…” but I didn’t stop smiling.
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