"Let me through!"
She was beyond angry, seething didn't even cover it. She didn't know she was capable of feeling that much rage, but, oh, she felt it. It sunk into her, passing through every level of skin she was wearing until it pierced the blood flow and then the cells. It attached to every delicate tissue, to every tensed muscle, and to every bone.
It was like venom had rewritten every consequent thought she ever had. It was like that burning venom had oozed its way to her mind, killing all the logical explanations that could've caused that fury to subdue itself and allow her to return to her usual self.
She was ready to hex someone into the deepest point of obliteration.
"Oi, relax." Having had enough of the shouting, Blaise marched his way to the glowering figure of his friend. He gripped one of Draco's shoulders, turning him around so he could meet deadly dangerous silver eyes. "Shouting like a lunatic will only get you locked in a broomstick closet. People don't want to hear you."
Hermione would've absolutely understood the war had come to an intermission and people were gathering their dead, that there were a lot more conflicting things about to come up, but she just couldn't find that emotion that would make her agree.
"I don't care," she hissed at Blaise, shoving him back.
He frowned, but his bright eyes glittered with something that looked like triumph as Parvati settled him, taking a hand into hers. She stared at both Slytherin boys with questioning eyes, the gossiper in her completely curious at the behavior coming from Draco Malfoy.
Knowing his girlfriend too well, Blaise squeezed her hand to distract her before she said something that would ruin the amusing moment. Hopefully he would have enough time after this mental ordeal to explain everything to her. For now, he flashed his eyes back at Draco, who seemed ready to start a war of his own.
"So you two are friends now?" Zabini threw back at the pacing figure.
Hermione turned on her borrowed-heels, narrowing those eyes that weren't hers into dangerous slits. She was somewhat fond of Blaise, she really was, but she would hex him into tomorrow if he didn't shut up. "Fuck off," she spat, part of her completely appalled she said something so vulgar to someone she considered a friend.
Blaise leered like a true Slytherin, making Parvati frown at him for such an expression. It reminded her of the times when Blaise, Nott, Malfoy, and the other Slytherin gits would be cruel to her, her friends, and other innocents.
"Just get over it," Blaise spoke once more, not aware of the disapproving look on his girlfriend's face as he talked to his housemate. "We should go and find Theo and Daphne. They're our friends, Malfoy. Granger doesn't matter."
Hermione tightened the fingers around Malfoy's wand, that furious venom making coaxing her to send a curse at Zabini in order to silence him.
"Besides, they're not going to let you in," Blaise went on. "They would never let a Death Eater like you where all those innocent people are in. Especially nowhere near the Brightest Witch of the Age."
That anger burned a level hotter. She knew she wasn't in her own body, that she certainly was ready to start a battle while inside Draco Malfoy's, but if the situation was reversed and she really was the one on the opposite side of the barricading walls and doors, she would have been equally as enraged still. Who in Merlin's name did they think they were trying to keep Malfoy from her? They had absolutely no right, and they most certainly didn't dictate who she got to see and who she didn't...
Growling like a predatory beast, Hermione turned away from Blaise and Parvati, pointing the wand between her fingers to the door of the Hospital Wing that she was being kept from. "Expulso!" she shouted, causing the doors not to explode but to ripple a horrendous knocking sound that could've torn the doors apart if she had wanted to.
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This Is War
FanfictionIt is no secret that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy despise each other. Tired of their fighting, a Ministry Official (who seems to be hiding more than she leads on) decides to teach them a lesson. Their lives spin and turn, and now Hermione and D...