My Lifeline- Dramione

My Lifeline ❤

Chapter 37 :

Harry looked at Hermoine as if she has gone crazy. "The dungeons?" he asked again in disbelief. Hermoine sighed, "Yes, trust me Harry, it's worthwhile. And please do not question again. I will answer you everything after I get both of you calm down." she said in a low whisper.

Harry took a deep breath, "I believe you Mione. But it's the dungeons, the Slytherin's whom I don't trust. I'm seriously freaking out to know the person who will help you. Let me remind you again they are the cruel and cunning Slytherin's." he said in a sour tone. Hermione just ignored him and we're walking straight to the dungeons..

They stood infront of the Slytherin Common Room. Harry looked at Hermoine, waiting for her to tell the password "I'm sure you must know the password if we are planning to go inside...." he said in a hush voice. Hermione groaned, "Harry it's for the first time I'm coming to Slytherin's common room, unlike you and Ron! So I don't know the password but I'm still trying to crack it."
Harry now remembered, the second year wherein he and Ron had taken the forms of Crabbe and Goyle. He was trying to remember the password........

Hermione looked at him and read his expression, "Don't recall the password, Harry. It won't be the same as that in second year" she chuckled.
Harry felt like slapping himself, for being so stupid. Wait! that was not his fault, he was probably spending alot of time with Ron these days....It's definitely because of this he was losing his mind. He chuckled at this thought.

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Think Hermoine, you can crack this password. Slytherin's can be cunning but they can hardly be intellectual (exception Malfoy). They are egoistic and they love their pride...........
Something then struck her mind 'PRIDE'
So the password should be either Purebloods, but that's too common. Insulting inferior people is another traits of Slytherin's, it then clicked her mind and she winced at this, "Mudblood" she whispered and the door flung open.

Harry was dumbfounded, "Well, Mione you are really the brightest witch of our age. And bloodline really doesn't matter, I'm lucky to have you as my friend and so are all our friends." he said holding Hermione's hand.
Hermione was in awe. Harry was really very supportive and so were all her friends. She didn't really care about the insults of 'Mudblood' by Slytherin's, especially Malfoy. She had proved this to him in the third year by punching him straight into his nose. She will not stand and get herself bullied, not atleast with such prejudiced and orthodox muggle haters. She will fight for what is right and the best way to change their old beliefs of bloodline would be her success.

Both of them quitely entered the Slytherin's common room, to find a certain blonde hair crying silently....

Harry was astonished seeing this sight, he looked at Hermoine for explaination.
Hermione felt a pang of pain right through her chest. She didn't knew why, but she felt pity for the boy infront of her.

The boy who had no choice.....

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