When Hermione Fights

Something Unforgivable

Chapter beta: the wonderful Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy & Sophie

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Crap!

Pity that he only had to use a Reparo. In the Muggle world he would have to buy new glasses; it would have served him right! Why did he always threw his glassware at me?

In an unconscious gesture I reached for my injured ear. Ow, it really hurt, though not as much as Lucius' barbaric bite had. Why did Snape have to start things like that, too? ... At least it wasn't bleeding.

I was trapped between three snakes. It was a situation that made me want to tear every hair on my head out, but I wouldn't be able to help it. Meanwhile, I had pulled my hood deep into my face. Just as well all of the professors, and even Filch, steered clear of the dungeons and left the supervision completely to Snape. Therefore I had more or less freedom to do whatever I wanted and didn't have to worry until I reached the common room.

I checked that the hood was fitting well and entered, downright rushing in, curious how it would go down. I didn't come here that often that I could afford to be totally unconcerned.

With a Snape worthy grandeur, I swept into the room. As it was only half past ten, I landed another fulminant performance. I had said it already, Draco was rubbing off on me. Dramaqueen. Didn't Ginny say something of the likes earlier today?

I noticed that many looked bewildered upon my appearance, shying away fearfully. A quick glance through the room didn't yield a glimpse of white-blonde, instead I spotted a dark-skinned beau raising swiftly from his seat at the fireplace and stepping up to me with his arms wide open. I could see and hear some of them object at Blaise's reaction to me, asking themselves what it was about. Immediately, the whispering started.

"Does he know her, too, now?"

"Who is that girl? I'm dying of curiosity!"

"The way she acts...!"

"Horrible, as if she owed the House!"

"When will Draco have enough of her?"

These spiteful comments and more of the like wafted through the crowded room.

"Abraxina! It's lovely to see you! I missed you!" The monumental charmer greeted me with sweet-talk. Blaise was very charming; when he wanted to, he could wrap every girl around his finger.

"Blaise, you flatterer!" I replied, letting him hug me, though I flinched back slightly when he applied too much pressure. All under the watchful eyes of the snakes, who couldn't get their heads around the fact that Blaise knew me too and seemed to be close to me. It was a lot of fun to shock them so deeply and I smiled brightly, well hidden under the black cloth of my hood.

"What's up, most beautiful? Are you in pain?" His face darkened under his worried gaze. "Draco told me about yesterday and... where you... where you have been until recently! Was he the one to... Did he hurt you?" I waved his suspicions aside. In reaction, he took my hand gingerly and pulled me towards the couch. "Pansy, get lost!" He chased her away just as kindly as Draco had done the other day.

"Please, sit down," he requested, which I did carefully. Now that the training was over and the adrenaline was disappearing, my body began to rebel. I wasn't really injured, but my muscles were aching nonetheless and I was bruised all over. "Do you want some whiskey?" he asked attentively and I nodded affirmatively.

"Blaise, as you mentioned yesterday: How did Draco knew where to go?" I enquired quietly but highly interested.

"A small, truly adorable, silver squirrel came here and whispered something to Draco. Afterwards, he left at a tearing pace!" Upon Blaise's description I burst into honest laughter when I pictured how George overcame his inhibitions in his worry over me and sent his Patronus to Draco. Blaise was chuckling as well.