You're a Fox?

Go Get Her, Now

Two chapters in two days, wooooww ya'll are lucky :) 

I'm thinking of starting a new book, any request/ideas on ships and/or universes I should do?

Hermione's pov:

Not wanting to cause a scene, I wait until we are out of the Grand Hall, and I storm to potions, not processing Draco's frantic footsteps behind me,

"Princess, wait up" softly grabbing my wrist, he stops me in my tracks and turns me to look at him, "What's wrong? What subject could have you so worked up?"

"That she-devil, lying, theatric, witch! How she was a Ravenclaw I'll never know!" trailing his thumb in soft circles on my wrist, Draco looks at me confused,

"Princess, she is a witch? Who is she?"

"Trelawney! She's complete folly! All she does is look into a foggy ball and spout a bunch of mumbo jumbo about 'prophecies'. Honestly, the whole subject is utter rubbish and I-" gripping my wrist and pulling me into an empty classroom, Draco pulls me into his chest, cooing and shushing me. It's not till I'm still that I realize I was shaking and twitching, only calmed by the comfort of Draco. 

Taking a shuddering breath, I bury my head into his chest, my hands moving up to hide my face as he strokes my hair, pressing his lips to the top of my head, as he talks to me,

"Princess, you can't master everything, or else the world would have had to fall at your feet too easily and you would have never been satisfied. You need a challenge, Hermione, even if the challenge is you not actually working"

"But-"

"No 'buts'. Now come on, we have to go to potions. We can study the new lessons during lunch if you'd like?"

The walk into potions was an uncomfortable and silent one, as we both wondered what troubles and drama this class would bring. I remembered that in 6th year Harry, Ron, and I were the only Gryffindors in advanced potions (as according to the books, not movies), causing me to harbor some panic for this class. walking down to the dungeons Draco gives my hand a soft squeeze of encouragement, and we walk into the class to see five tables, each one with four cauldrons on it.

"Ahh Miss Granger, so lovely to see you again, and you too, Mr. Malfoy" Professor Slughorn walked right over to us, almost knocking into me with his big belly, "Now Mr. Malfoy, you are to sit over there, at the right table in the front, while you Miss Granger, are to sit at the left table in the back please" walking off to great other students, I look at Draco confused, only to see that he matches my skepticism. Giving his hand one last gentle squeeze, I walk over to my designated table and sit down by myself. 

It doesn't take long for the class to get here, and in no time I am joined at my table by Dean and Theodor Nott. Once Dean was told to sit with me, I had an idea as to why, and Nott only confirmed that theory.

"Now we're all here? Yes? Yes, that's nice" clapping his hands together over his big belly, Slughorn looks around the room with his beady little eyes darting back and forth, probably looking to choose new members for his 'SlugClub', "Now before we start, are there any questions we'd like to ask? Hmm? Ah yes, of course, Miss Granger?"

"Yes Professor, I'd like to know why you've added a fifth table? Instead of seating us with our new respected houses?" As the other students look around, they too realize that the students from each house are grouped in tables, however, and transfers have been seated at the back one (Dean, Nott, and myself)

"Ha! Please, like a Gryffindork could ever be in a house as prestige as Slytherin" Pansy Parkersins shrill voice rang through the room as her off-key laugh echos the walls, "Face it, None of you belong. Theodor is a traitor who chose to leave Slytherin, you're some sad, no-good, wannabe who's trying to join Slytherin. Then your little shadow there doesn't seem to good at anything and-"