The Mudblood

Chapter Eight

The restaurant has dark oak flooring and calming green walls. I noticed, the decoration is fit for a Slytherin...

"Table for two, under Diggory" Cedric tells the host. We follow him to the back, as he eyes me. Why is he looking at me?

"Here you go sir, ma'am" he winks at me and goes to get our server. Another man, about the same age as the other, walks over and takes our orders.

"Do you think we'll see a Malfoy" I ask Cedric.

"Yes, there is usually always one here" Cedric answers logically.

"I see platnium hair over there" I point at a glimpse of blonde hair. The owner, turns the corner before we see whom it was.

"It might be Draco Malfoy, he us the only male I know with that figure. I could be wrong, though" Cedric states, after seeing the blonde haired male.

"I wonder if he is still mad at me" I wonder out loud.

"Probably, the Malfoy's are known for holding grudges" Cedric answers my thoughts.

"How was that thought accumulated" I ask quietly. I don't know why, but I did not like the fact that the Malfoy's name ,even slightly, disrupted.

"Rumor has it, that they kicked someone out of the family because they married a mudbl- muggle born" he smirks but I feel a ball of curiosity boil inside me.

This is something I could research. If the Malfoy's had a family member, even if disowned, that married a muggle born, then they aren't purebloods. Well some are, but some portion, isn't.

"Hermione" a voice questions behind me. I look and see Draco walking up to me, in his handsome glory. Wait, what?!

"Draco" I smile. I stand and he embraces me.

"I got your letter, I sent one back. I guess you never got it. Can I talk to you for a second" he glances at Cedric and I nod. Cedric nods, as well.

"What is it" I ask when we are standing in a private room.

"You look so skinny, almost ill. I thought you would have recovered by now. I don't hate you. Hermione, I was a complete jerk on the last day. I have let you do this to yourself, don't tell me it is because you were sick. I won't buy that shit. You aren't well, Hermione, so don't tell me you are. What have you done to yourself" Draco pleads.

"I-I... Uh... N-nothing. Y-you s-said that I c-coukd have g-gotten more p- points for s-slytherin. I-I... Know" I murmur.

"I was just angry, has that bothered you all summer? You can't hold on to everything people say Hermione, it will slowly tear you apart" Draco explains.

"I know" I look at the ground but Gracie grabs my chin and lifts my face to meet his. His eyes, I could look into them forever and never get bored.

"Hermione, why don't we ditch, Diggory, and leave. We can go to my Manor and have a sleepover. Diggory won't mind. He is too self absorbed anyway! Please" Draco beeseches.

"No, Draco, I told him u would stay for a week. If you want, I can come over next week. I would love be to spend time with you" I smile warmly.

"That would be amazing. Now, go finish your date with Diggory" he ushers me away. He leaves and I sit with Cedric. Why does everyone call everyone by their last name?

"What did you talk about" Cedric asks, as I sit down. The food had arrived, so I ate.

"Nothing, just making arrangements for me to visit next week. What have you been doing" I respond.