Treacherous Feelings (A Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter 2 ☆ Hermione

Chapter 2~ Hermione

Tears began to pour out of my eyes as I fell to the ground. I wrapped my hands around my knees in order to comfort myself. It worked slightly but not very well.

"Miss Perfect is crying?" I heard an arrogant voice snicker.

Malfoy.

"Leave, now!"  I mumbled, tears still rapidly streaming down my cheeks.

"Now Miss Granger what kind of prefect would I be if I left you here alone?" He asked quite politely, which shocked me.

"Don't bother Malfoy." I muttered getting up and brushing the dust off my robes.

"Miss Granger I-"

"Quit it and leave me alone." I said anxiously, and with that I stormed away.

***

I walked up the twisted staircase to get to my 'room'. I guess that's what it is technically. Well, I guess. I live in the room for almost the whole year, so Hogwarts is technically my second home.

I find that my dusty looking trunk is sitting on the red and gold blanket which was on my bed.

I pressed the locks gently with my thumb and the locks pop open.

I pulled my wand out of my robe and softly muttered "Scourgify."

The side draw flung open and my clothes all folded neatly into my draw and with that the drawer slammed shut.

"Hermione, Ron needs to talk to you." I hear Ginny call.

"Coming, tell Ronald I'll be a minute." I replied.

Calling Ronald Ron just didn't feel right, it's like calling Malfoy Draco.

I shook my head violently in order to get the idea of that arrogant blonde out of my head.

I quickly shut my trunk, flicking the locks, and pushed it under my bed then hurried down the stair case.

"What is it Ronald?" I asked, surprisingly rude.

"Well I wa-"

"Miss Granger we need you for a prefect's meeting, you too Mr Weasley." Professor McGonagall said, cutting off Ronald.

"Yes Professor." Ronald and I replied in unison.

"I'll be back soon." I said quickly to Ginny.

Then Ronald and I walked out of the common room and followed Professor McGonagall.

"What was it you wanted to tell me?" I asked Ronald.

"Nothing it doesn't really matter.." He replied.

He was a terrible liar. I've known him for four years, I know when he's lying or not.

"If you say so." I said dropping the conversation.

We followed Professor McGonagall until we reached the head master's office.

"Purple Pixies," she said softly.

The eagle spun slightly slowly revealing a staircase. We followed Professor McGonagall up the stairs. Surprisingly I hadn't been here before. We reached a greyish door. Professor McGonagall pushed the door open. The room was around average sized and a large table sat in the middle, thirteen chairs sat around the table. We were late, ten of the seats were already filled. Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaws' prefects, the house heads and Professor Dumbledore had already arrived.

I heard Ronald laugh lightly, he knows how much I hate being late. I shot Ronald my best 'death glare', which just made him laugh more.

"Greetings Miss Granger, Mr Weasley, take a seat." Professor Dumbledore said.

Ronald, Professor McGonagall and I sat down into the only three remaining seats.

"Professor I'm sorry that we are late." I said softly.

"Do not worry Miss Granger, maybe we are all early and you two are perfectly on time?" Professor Dumbledore said.

***

Professor Dumbledore began to talk. I wasn't really listening, I could feel the gaze of Malfoy on me, and I couldn't concentrate. What was his problem, he's been like this since this our encounter earlier.

"So Miss Granger do you agree?" Professor Snape asked slyly.

"Uhh, I'm n-not sure." I stuttered.

"First time we heard that out of you aye Mudblood!" Malfoy said laughing.

There was the Malfoy we all know.

"Mind your language." Professor Snape snapped.

"I'm sorry Professor I wasn't listening." I replied softly.

"Look at the time, all of you head back to your common rooms." Professor Dumbledore said.

We all stood up, pushed in our chairs then headed down the staircase. I rushed down, tripping on the last step making me hit my head on the floor, but a pair of strong hands wrapped them selves around my waist catching my fall.

"Thank you Ronald." I said.

"I'm sure I'm blonde."

"And I'm not a ginger."

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