When Hermione Fights

Harry at the Cottage II

Chapter beta:Dani

Chapter translator: Aivy

~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~WHF~

Now Draco raised his voice. He had pushed himself off the door frame and strode into the room like a king, without fear of Harry's anger. He set himself up in front of us in an impressive pose.

"Stop yelling and insulting her like that," he hissed dangerously, which sounded all the more threatening due to the lack of volume.

"You stay out of this, ferret. I'll talk to her any way I want and I'll say it like it is," Harry rebuked him and gave me a despising look that pierced my marrow and bone. "So that's what Sirius meant with the snakes. He was right. That you would lower yourself..." he spat disdainfully in my face and grimaced in disgust.

"For sure I will not let you talk to Hermione like that, Potter," Draco announced very firmly, measuring Harry with his ice cold gaze and not retreating even a step.

The opposite was the case. Draco approached him even closer, which seemed threatening, especially because he wasn't intimidated by Harry's rage and was taller than him.

"Oh... Suddenly, she is Hermione. What happened to 'Mudblood'?" Harry provoked with drawn-out words while I just sat there, speechless.

Unable to say anything, I just observed the heated exchange of blows between Harry and Draco as they contemptuously measured each other, and laid my hands on my aching stomach.

"Don't call her that," Draco growled angrily and this seemed to unsettle Harry, but only for a moment before he continued in the same vein as before.

"Oh, all of a sudden?" he mocked. "Why are you allowed to call her a Mudblood and I can't? This lying bitch," Harry hissed venomously. Ouch, that had hit. Yes, that's how I had imagined it. I didn't let on how I felt except the bitter expression that pulled on the corners of my mouth.

"Because it doesn't hurt her when I call her that," Draco said, his voice sounding calm and controlled.

He had deliberately turned his gaze on me when he spoke, so that Harry also looked at me on the couch and faltered in his anger. It was as if Draco had taken the wind out of his sails.

"What?" he breathed in disbelief as he beheld my frozen figure.

"You really are the idiot I always thought you were. Every second word of hers is 'Harry'," Draco jeered very arrogantly. "Who's she doing all that shit for? You don't even know half the things that have happened to her just to get information. What she had to do and was willing to do! She is ready to fight for you, so never talk about Hermione without respect again, Potter, do you understand? You in particular should thank her on your knees and show her the respect she deserves," Draco spat at Harry's feet, a storm brewing in his grey eyes. His power was clearly palpable in the too small living room because Draco was also very powerful and in no way inferior to Harry. Only that the blond Slytherin knew very well how to control himself and his magic.

"What? I don't understand anything right now. You talk as if... You talk as if you... about her... That almost sounds...?" Harry stuttered completely overwhelmed.

"Harry, no, that's-" I pitched in but was abruptly interrupted.

"You understand correctly, Potter, even if your articulation leaves something to be desired. I will defend her, even against you. You'll always treat her with respect or you'll mess with me! Anyone who doesn't treat her with respect messes with me," Draco replied solemnly and icy cold.