Outcasts | 5 Slytherins 1 Hermione | REVERSE HAREM

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Hermione jumped in surprise at the sound of the book being slammed onto the desk next to her head. The past couple of nights had been long and full of restless sleep, her mind constantly bombarded with a never-ending stream of thoughts. She'd thought about her conversation with Theo, her conversation with Blaise, Ron, her parents... all of it was too much to think about right now. She had already gotten three letters from Ginny in the past week and hadn't even opened them, not wanting to deal with her anger or over-supportiveness.

It was easier to avoid and isolate.

Easier to let herself wallow.

But today was Monday, and she couldn't avoid her responsibilities. There she was in Charms class, her head resting on her desk. Marcus, sitting on her right side, seemed to notice she needed space and gave it to her, no questions asked.

Riddle on the other hand...

She jumped at the sound of the small black book hitting the desk. Snapping her head up, she saw Riddle with a look on his face that reminded her of the one Molly Weasley loved to give her children when scolding them.

She rolled her eyes at his silent demand, which in hindsight wasn't the best idea, especially in public.

Before she finished the eye-roll, his hand was around her jaw, his eyes piercing into hers.

"Something you want to say, Witch?" He growled, in a low tone.

There was a dark chuckle to her right, and once again, she found herself captivated by him. But this time, she managed to clear her throat and grit her teeth to say, "Thank you." She wasn't about to make a scene in front of her classmates, but she could feel herself growing hot with annoyance at his carelessness.

Then he dared to smile at her, running his tongue over his top teeth, as if he knew exactly how it affected her to see him do that. As if it was a treat for complying. Arrogant tosser... She watched the movement but didn't budge, continuing to glare at him.

"Good girl."

Her thighs clenched, he glanced down noticing the movement, then looked back up at her with raised eyebrows.

After another moment of staring into her eyes, he loosened his grip. He gave her a knowing smirk and let go. He turned and began to unpack his things, and she watched him, finding his demeanor odd. He didn't seem real, as if he shouldn't have responsibilities and schoolwork like the rest of them. She shook her head, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed their interaction. She caught Pansy Parkinson's eyes but looked away instantly. Pansy was glaring at her, but that was nothing new. It could have been a coincidence, maybe they just looked at each other at the same time.

Hermione grabbed the little black book, shoved it into her beaded bag, and resolved not to look at Riddle or Marcus again for the entire lecture. However, she did start planning how she would release her pent-up anger later.

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Hermione decided not to take her dinner in the great hall and grabbed food from the kitchen and sprinted for her dorm. She was just about to take a bite of a biscuit when there was a knock at her door. For Godric's sake, couldn't anyone just leave her alone for one bloody day? She stomped towards the door and yanked it open, only to find—of fucking course—Draco leaning against the doorframe.

"Draco?" she gasped, quickly pulling him inside before poking her head out to see if anyone had seen him. "Do you realize how much trouble you could get into for being here?" she whisper-shouted at him. "How did you get past the wards?"

Draco rolled his eyes, still wearing that smirk. "There's the old Granger," he laughed. "Honestly, it's insulting how you'd assume I've never been on the girls' side of the dorms." The implication was heard loud and clear. He looked around her dorm walking towards the sitting area. "Nice place, Granger, why have you been sleeping with us when you have this whole place to yourself? So much more room for activities..."