Feral Den

Chapter 41

"Where's Hailee?" Hermione slammed her hands on the Slytherin table. She gained multiple nasty looks, but seeing as she was currently confronting the main group of the House —none of them did more than that.
Bellatrix scowled at her, currently under another glamour of, this time, a random student who was much prettier than that of the third year she'd earlier been dressed up as.
"Could you draw more attention, Granger?" Pansy snidely remarked.
Hermione glared at her. "We were supposed to meet up, but she never came. Where is she?"
Bellatrix wanted to tell her to shove off, Himalia was their Lady, hence theirs, not a mudbloods. 

But before Bellatrix could even open her mouth, Thomas laid a hand on hers and whispered into her ear.

"Granger is a very important friend of Lee-Lee's."
Bellatrix scoffed, turning to face him. "She's a mudblood."
"My sister also hates that word."
Bellatrix blinked, rearing back as Thomas gave a small smile. "...Really?" Bellatrix couldn't even imagine her Lady hating the word 'mudblood'. The girl had spewed the word like it was candy when she was little.
Thomas nodded. "Ask Draco. She broke his nose for calling Granger mudblood in their second year."
Bellatrix glanced at her nephew who was dutifully ignoring Hermione. A sense of pride swelled in her chest knowing her Lady was not scared to confront her mate.
Bellatrix huffed. "Rubbish."

"Granger—"
"Hailee!"

Each of their attentions whipped, eyes widening as they watched Hailee in all her glory —stumble her way to Slytherin table wearing only what Daphne had put her in earlier that morning.

Draco sighed heavily. "That stubborn girl."
He stood, easily following Hermione as she pounced onto Hailee, scolding her for not meeting her earlier that day.

"Back off, Granger." Draco pushed Hermione off Hailee who looked to barely be standing on her own two feet. He quickly wrapped an arm around Hailee's waist when she stumbled forward.
"Why are you out of bed?"
Hailee wiped an arm across her face, wrapping herself around Draco. Making the boy stiffen as she sighed heavily onto his neck. "I woke up, and no one was there. So I came for dinner."
Draco wanted to roll his eyes then. Of course that was the reasoning.

"Hailee—"
"Back off Granger." Draco snarled. "Can't you see from just looking at her that she's ill?"
Hermiones shoulders tensed, before she glared at Draco. "Yes I can." She slipped out a vial from her robes pocket. "And I brought her a Pepperup."
Draco rolled his eyes than, hoisting the girl into himself before starting for their Houses table. "Pepperups are only useful to cover symptoms for a small period of time." He lectured the girl. "If you force that down her throat too many times, Potter will become addicted to it."
Hermione scoffed. "I know what Pepperups do, I'm not stupid."
Draco chose not to comment on that statement.
"Hailee and I have something to do tonight. That's why—"
"Clear your schedule than." Draco lifted Hailee onto the benches. Bellatrix beamed, quickly taking hold of Hailee and allowing the girl to pass out on her shoulder. "Potter needs rest, you can continue your activities when she's well."
Hermione clenched her jaw, "Why do you suddenly care? I've never seen you worry about Hailee's state before."
"It seems you don't either," Bellatrix scoffed. "Leave girl, you're of no use here."
Hermiones attention snapped to Bellatrix, her eyes narrowing. "And who are you?"
"My mate." Thomas smoothly answered. He raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "Is there a problem with my mate coming to visit me, Hermione?"
Hermiones lips thinned —obviously she didn't have a mate, Bellatrix noted. Seeing her reaction was to scoff at the simple inclination.

"Yes, actually. Whether your mates or not, she shouldn't be here at this time—"
"No one else cares." Pansy raised an eyebrow. "What's the business of Slytherin to you when no one else takes a double look."
Hermione pursed her lips, glancing at Hailee. "Hailee wouldn't allow this if she weren't sick."
"Then it seems we're lucky she's sick." Thomas said.
Hermione scoffed. Bellatrix wanted to punch her for giving Thomas such a look —instead she simply waved a hand.