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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 12: The Naughty
Disclaimer: What?! It's not mine? I'm not making any money? I've been scammed, I say, scammed!
Chapter 12 / The Naughty
Hermione saw him tower in the doorway, looking even taller than he already was. He looked every bit as intimidating as he had back in the time of war, his grey eyes still holding the ability to cloud over and resemble the sky during a raging storm.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" he repeated icily, taking a step forward.
She nearly backed away on instinct, but held herself together, the adrenaline caused by her flaming anger still keeping her from curling up into a ball.
"I was merely introducing your friend to the finer principles of..."
"Oh I know exactly what you were doing," he hissed in an alarmingly cold voice. "And you better stop it this very instant."
"Draco, dear..."
"I am done with the part of my life where my parent's blood dictated my life, and I will not tolerate your meddling in my personal life, nor will I tolerate you harassing friends of mine."
"You can't honestly mean that you care about this ...thing? She's a... you know... m-"
"Get. Out. Of. My. House," Hermione shrieked in frustration, banging her fist against the nearby staircase. "I will not let you stand in my home and insult myself and my parents. Leave, before I put my training to good use."
Ella looked uncertain for a moment, and he nodded at her gravely.
"I would take that quite seriously. I have helped train her myself, and I doubt you could muster up enough knowledge for a simple shielding spell in time or at all," he said in a sugary sweet tone. "Quite ironic, isn't it?"
Ella looked at him confusion as he pushed her towards the door.
"Draco, you're making a grave mistake. Our family is a very well respected pureblo-"
She was once again cut off as he slammed the door in her face, his chest heaving heavily as he turned back towards her.
"Miranda fetched me."
"She shouldn't have," she said in a hushed voice, feeling completely humiliated.
"Yes she should."
"Malfoy, it's not that big of a deal..."
"Will you stop being trying to be untroubled by everything?" he asked in exasperation. "The woman barged into your home, bothering you about getting Lola with me and was probably more than just a little bit insulting in regards to your lineage."
She wrapped her hands around herself, fighting hopelessly to keep the tears back. It had been such a long time since she felt the humiliation of being looked down upon, to be deemed unworthy of her magical peers. It was like having a closed wound ripped open, searing just as badly as it did when it was new.
She hadn't cried over this in years, and she felt silly for letting that old bat bring her to the brink of them again, but the fight against them was a losing one, and they soon broke free and spilled down her cheeks still flushed from anger and embarrassment. When his arms closed around her, she was too weak to even think of fighting it. All she did was lean into his embrace, her head falling onto his shoulder as she cried silently. His warmth enveloped her, comforting her along with his hands running calmly up and down her back.
