November 2, 1996
She looked around once again. Looking for any sign of that leather book. She knew it was burned but at the bottom of her heart, she felt like it was still here somewhere. Somewhere close by.
She slumped onto her bed and looked up at Ginny. "What's that?" She asked. Ginny held onto a small paper but she quickly hid it behind her.
Rye raised an eyebrow. "It's nothing. We should get ready for classes" Ginny laughed off and got up. She smirked. She knew it was from Harry. Ginny's face was flushed. It was so obvious. But she brushed it off.
She followed Ginny out the door and was met with Parvati. "Hey Parvati" she smiled. Parvati widened her eyes and stepped back.
"Uh h-hey. I was just going up to- to uh- to get my books. Yeah, um- see you later" Parvati fumbled and ran up the stairs. Ginny teased.
She shook her head at her. "You should actually give her a chance. Though it might be difficult" Ginny said, nodding her head towards Rye's stomach.
She furrowed her eyebrows and the her eyes went wide. She slapped Ginny on the arm and Ginny giggled. "You little brat".
It wasn't a long walk. Ginny had Transfiguration and she had Defence Against the Dark Arts with the rest of the 6th years. She bid goodbye and entered the classroom. Snape hasn't arrived yet. Only a few students were there. Including Harry and Hermione, who sat together.
Behind them were Ron and Lavender. She waved her hand to Harry and Hermione and threw a glare at Ron. She decided it was best if she sat far from him. But it hurt to sit away from the other two.
Class started to fill in the last few minutes and soon Snape walked in, with Malfoy. She furrowed. Malfoy grinned at her. She squinted.
He looked around and took a seat beside her. Pinching her back in the process. She hissed and slapped his thigh. Malfoy quirked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes at his stupid sexual expression. But her face was heating up.
Snape swiftly turned around and glanced at the students individually. Making them shift in their seats. "We will be starting a new unit....and will work on it for the next.....few..months. Your desk partner...right now will be your partner.....for the time period. Is that...clear?"
Her shoulders dropped. She slowly turned her head towards Malfoy. He was already looking at her. "If you think I'm going to be working with you, for the next few months, you've got something coming" Malfoy sneered.
She scoffed. "You think I'll work with you?"
Snape nodded and continued "On this parchment, is your instructions. I expect....each..and everyone..one of you to follow this and complete everything on.....time. If your...partner...does not complete any one of the work....you..both will......face detention".
Her jaw fell to the ground. "This is not happening. There is no way on earth I'm going to fail because of you" she gritted.
"I'm already failing because of you. You were supposed to help me with Charms, remember?" Malfoy hissed. She rolled her eyes.
"After the shit you pulled, you think I'd come for the second time" she asked. Malfoy tilted his hand and slid his fingers up her bare thigh. She let out a shaky breath.
"I even thought you'd come for the third time" he whispered. His fingers now slid to her inner thighs and moved upwards. "Hm, pity".
"S-stop"
"Stop what, princess" Malfoy hummed. She gulped and her breathing went unsteady. She gripped onto the table as Malfoy's fingers went closer to her area.
"Miss.Brooks, is everything alright?" Snape peered at her. Malfoy's hand was still under her skirt. He looked normal. He still faced forward with his cold face. It was her that was breathing like she ran a marathon and gripping the table like she was about to break it.
She groaned when she felt Malfoy's finger tips brush over her area. "I-I'm fine, Professor. You can c-continue" she breathed.
Snape eyed her and cleared his throat before returning to her lesson. She caught Harry's eye and he gave her a disgusted look. Her eyes tightened. He saw. He saw it all.
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"You've got to be kidding me" Harry yelled. Ron leaned against the wall. Hermione was standing there with her arms crossed.
She stared at her feet with a frown. "Is this what you've been hiding? Have you been hooking up with Malfoy?" Harry snapped. She didn't say anything.
This is what she's afraid of. This reaction.
Harry scoffed. "Malfoy. Fucking Malfoy. I thought that kiss was an accident. And here you are with his hands up your skirt in the middle of class" she flinched at his harsh words.
Her lips quivered. Tears were at the brim of her eyes. "H-Harry, that's not what this is. You don't understand" she whimpered. Hermione bit her lip. Ron looked away.
Harry rubbed her forehead. "So all this time, you've been fucking Malfoy......and lying to me. What else are you hiding? Is there someone else? Zabini? Nott? Huh? Who el-." CLAP
Her eyes widened. Harry looked up with his hand against his cheek. "You do not talk to her like that. Ever" Hermione warned. "You hear me. Watch what you say, Harry James Potter".
Harry looked down with his jaw clenched. Hermione walked to her while Ron held back Harry. "Go. I'll take care of this. We'll talk later okay?" Hermione squeezes her shoulders. She wiped her tears and nodded.
"Thanks, Mione" she whispered. She went in for a hug but Hermione backed away and walked back to Harry. She dropped her arms down and looked away. She turned around and walked to the portrait hole. She glanced over her shoulder and Hermione gave her a sad look.
She stopped out of the portrait hole and broke down, when it closed. She stuffed her head in her hands and sobbed. Her cries were muffled. But they echoed in the corridors.
She didn't realize it at first.
She walked through the hall towards the lake. Tears running down her face. Her heart just broke.
But she knew, what just happened.
She stepped onto the grass and made her way to the water. She jerked back when she felt cold substance on her nose. She glanced up and lightly gasped.
First snowfall. It was beautiful. Little snowflakes fell. And she held her hand out, pulling onto her coat.
She was indirectly pushed away by her own friends.
