Dramione-Saviorself [writing again!]

Chapter 11

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"Harry?" I choke. The hallway is nearly empty by now, just Harry and Ron standing there with open mouths and wide eyes. I can feel all the blood drain from my face. We all stand in awe for a few moments before I remember something. "Obliviate!" I shriek, yanking my wand out of my robe pocket. Harry effortlessly dodges it which only makes me feel worse. "Would someone like to explain to me what's going on?" Harry asks, finally breaking the silence. "I- I-" I stutter, rubbing my forehead. I really can't do this now. The bell sounds overhead, reminding me that class is probably going on without me. "I can't do this right now," I mumble, pushing past Harry and Ron as fast as possible. "Hermione wait," Harry yells behind me. I burst into a sprint when I hear his feet just on my heels. "Stop," he says, grabbing my arm. "Harry, I can't do this now," I whisper, looking into his eyes. "He is corrupting you, Hermione. What are you doing?" He yells. "He is most certainly NOT corrupting me, Harry! You're just mad because you hate not being in control of things, just like a proper muggle!" I scream. It's just like a nerve ending inside of me, like a live bomb. "You don't know the half of it," I say, lowering my voice. "I do, Hermione. He's just leading you on so he can betray you and kill all of us on demand from Voldemort. He's going to beat Voldemort to the punch and kill you!" He screams at me. "And where is your proof, Harry Potter, where?" I ask, yelling again. "I just know," he says. And for a moment, I start to believe him. "I'm sorry," he lowers his voice. I feel like a hole has been punched through my chest. What was I thinking? I actually thought Draco Malfoy was going to suddenly become a good person. I hitch my bag over my shoulder and walk silently to my class.

Hours pass without emotion. Thankfully, I'm able to get really good notes and even collect some of my textbook homework. My last class of the day is Defense Against The Dark Arts, with the new professor, Professor Amycus Carrow. Lovely.

Draco and I are both in this class together. Although Harry, Ron and I have almost every other class together, they remain absent when the bell sounds. We all take our seats noisily, until the door shuts loudly and the entire class is silent. "Now let me make this terribly clear," an icy voice echoes, "This is a classroom. Therefore, everyone is to have their mouths shut and their backs against a chair by the time I arrive. Anyone who fails to obey will be punished... Severely," he hisses. "Is that clear?" He asks. We all nod. "Splendid. Now for roll," he says, picking up a clipboard. "Maura Melerdin," he begins. A hand goes up in front of me. "Halfblood," he hisses, his eyes closing. "Tell me, Maura," he turns to face the board, "What's it like, living your life in constant worry that you'll never be quite as good as you could have?" He sneers at her. "What?" She asks, almost in tears. He waves her off and continues down the list. "Hermione Granger," he says. I raise my hand. "Ah, our very first mudblood," he spits. I put my hand down and ignore his comment. "Well you, lovely girl, must feel like a complete disgrace," he says, walking slowly in my direction. His eyes are a chilling shade of blue. "Actually, a complete dishonor to all of the wizarding world alone. You are worth nothing," he says, putting his hands on my desk. His arms are infront of my face, a mere inch away from me. His stench is foul. I can hear Draco's heavy breathing behind me. "You're practically a piece of garbage," he whispers, lowering his head to mine. I want to spit on his face, but I just turn away. I clasp my hands together and pray that Draco can control himself. It feels like years before he finally leaves me alone. "Alright, after the roll, it seems we have a total of 14 purebloods, 8 halfbloods, and 3 mudbloods. Not bad," he smiles evily.

I'm basically petrified the rest of the class period and the bell ringing sounds like heaven.

After dinner I go up stairs and shower. Today has been a really rough day. I have to find a way to convince Harry somehow, but for now its probably best not to trouble him with dumb relationship problems. I brush my teeth and tuck into some cozy pajamas. I know Draco will be knocking soon, which worries me. My previous anxiousness about him using me still remains. What if Harry's right?

My thoughts are interupted by a steady knock on the door. "Coming," I call. I pinch the bridge of my nose and shut my eyes before opening the door. "Hi," I smile. "Hey. I've been meaning to talk to you since the whole... Situation today in class," Draco spills. "Alright. Um, come on in," I say, walking inside and hoping he'll follow. I shut the door and wait for his voice to fill my ears. "Listen, I know what happened was out of line, and I can't believe I let it happen," he says, sitting on the bed. "Draco, really, its not your fault. I'm- proud of you, that you were able to control your veela impulses," I reassure, sitting next to him. He smiles a little. "Anyways, I have, homework to worry about and its- its not a big deal," I say, flustering myself. He pushes a piece of my hair out of my eyes without warning. "I won't let it happen again," he whispers. I feel the irresistable urge to kiss him, but instead he plants one on the tip of my nose. "I promise," he smiles. My hand finds his and I create distance between us as I lay down. "Can I ask you something?" I whisper. I still don't know if I should do this. "Anything," he lays next to me. "Are you- are you going to kill me?" I whisper. "What?" He asks, taken off gaurd. I put my hands on my face and feel tears start to stream. "Draco, i'm so sorry I just don't know how to trust you," I whisper. My eyes are closed but the bed dips and I see Draco is now hovering over me. "Hermione I would never do anything to hurt you," he whispers back. "I'm not- this isn't- I don't know what I'm doing," I cry, standing up and walking towards the door. "Stop it, Hermione, just wait a minute," he says behind me. "No- don't do this," I sob. One look into those beautiful eyes will take all suspicion and concense out of me. I feel his arms around me and I wrap mine around him. His lips touch my forehead. "No one will ever hurt you as long as were together. That's a promise," he whispers. "But-" I start. "I love you," he says. I pull away to look at him, knowing his eyes are sure to change color if he means it. They shine bright silver. I just bury my head into his chest and listen to his heartbeat.