I had messed up really bad.
"Someone get Professor Snape!" Marcus Flint yelled to the students behind him. "We need to get Blaise to the hospital wing."
I really needed to get out of there.
"I'll go." I said, as soon as I started to head towards the dormitory door.
Marcus Flint reacted quickly. He turned towards me, scowling and pointing his wand at me.
"Not so fast, Malfoy." He snapped. "We can't have you running off somewhere. You're staying here. You'll be in serious trouble once Snape gets here."
We had to wait a few minutes but Professor Snape soon arrived. The crowd parted so that Snape could make his way into the dormitory. He bent down beside Blaise and for a second everything was quiet. Then Professor Snape stood up, conjured a stretcher up for Blaise and then he turned to Marcus.
"Flint, get Zabini to the hospital wing." Snape said quickly. "Malfoy. My office. Now."
He turned quickly and stalked off out of the room and headed towards his office. I ran after him.
When we got into his office, I closed the door behind me. Professor Snape started slamming around his office, muttering things under his breath, not once looking at me.
"I don't know if you're finding this funny," Snape snapped, now turning to look at me. "Or if you're just an imbecile."
"I'm sorry sir. It genuinely was an accident. I..." I stuttered.
"You didn't think. Just like your father. You're damn lucky to actually be here, boy, with the stunts your father has pulled in the past. And you're so close to throwing this opportunity away over an argument with one of your little friends. What is happening in that thick little head of yours?"
"There's this Muggleborn..." I started, but then I saw Snape's face, as though he was remembering something that pained him.
"Is this Muggleborn Miss Granger by any chance?"
"And she's the reason you attacked Mr Zabini?"
"He threatened her, Professor. He called her all sorts of names and said she'll be the first to die when Voldemort is back. All I want is to be friends with her. I don't understand what is so wrong with that."
"It is no excuse to attack another student, Malfoy. You should've just ignored him and then came straight to me. I could've sorted the situation out, but now you've make it a whole lot worse for yourself. Dumbledore isn't going to be impressed."
"Yet neither will my father."
"You're scared of your father?"
"Aren't you? I don't think you realise how strict he is with me. To have a Muggleborn friend... he'd see it as an abomination. He'd kill me."
"Your father is all bark but no bite. Yes he may have his harsh, stereotypical and traditional views but it doesn't mean he's right. You're better than him, Draco. You can have any future you want, even if he's not in it. You may be his kid, but he can't CONTROL your whole life. And that means you can be friends with her, no matter what anyone else says."
I could tell that Professor Snape was being serious about this, and was even starting to look upset.
"Sir, are you..." I started, but he interrupted me almost immediately.
"I'm fine Malfoy. Now get out of my sight. I expect a 4 page essay about why you shouldn't attack fellow students by Monday morning." I started to walk out but just before I turned out of his office to walk towards my dormitory, he stalked over to the doorway, grabbing hold of the door handle. "And if I ever hear of you doing something like that again, I will make sure you are expelled."
With that, he stalked back into his office, slamming the door behind him.
The word spread around school so quickly about Draco Malfoy attacking Blaise Zabini. It was a lot more serious than it originally seemed. While it had just meant to be a harmless spell to knock Zabini unconscious for just a few minutes, the following actions almost landed Malfoy in serious, serious trouble.
As Zabini fell, he hit his head multiple times. While there seemed to be no outer marks or wounds from this, he had experienced some internal bleeding to his head, and Madam Pomfrey had him sent straight to St. Mungo's, as she felt that he would get the care there that he'd need for a full recovery and she didn't want to feel responsible in case she did something wrong.
Of course Zabini made a full recovery, but everything was such a shock to him that he wasn't going to return to school again until after the Christmas holidays.
I had hardly seen Draco since the incident happened. There were rumours spreading around that Draco had been expelled, or that his father had taken him out of the school, or even that he had been arrested!
Draco made sure that I knew the truth though. In one Potions class, he had slipped me a note to explain the situation.
"Hermione," it read
"Please don't hate me for what I did. I know you wouldn't be surprised really as people always expect the worst from me, but you know I'm different than that. Zabini provoked me, but I will explain everything properly once I can talk to you face-to-face again.
I am okay though. No need to worry about me. I have detention every night with Professor Dumbledore for a month, and during that month I'm only allowed in class and my detentions. I'm sorry that I messed up really bad. I miss you, and I can't wait to hang out in the library with you again.
"Miss Granger!" Professor Snape snapped, making me jump. "Are you paying attention?"
"Y...Yes sir. Sorry Professor." I stuttered.
"Then tell me, what one item is best to carry around in case you unexpectedly come across someone who has been poisoned?" He smirked as he asked this, assuming that I wouldn't know the answer. Obviously he was wrong.
"A bezoar, sir." I replied simply. He gave me a really sour look.
"10 points from Gryffindor, Granger, for being an insufferable know-it-all."
I heard Draco give a loud, fake chuckle, but Professor Snape threw him a dirty look and he soon shut up.
I looked over at Draco; he smiled at me. I paused for a second before smiling back at him. Even though what he did was not something to be proud of, I wasn't going to hate him. He is often very misunderstood, so I was going to wait until I heard his hopefully 'logical' explanation before I judged his actions.
What really annoyed me was my best friend's attitudes towards Draco. Yes, I had become very good friends with Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. I helped them out a lot with their homework at the beginning of the school year and it helped me realise they weren't as bad as I thought they were and it was pretty cool hanging out with them. They knew nothing about my friendship with Draco though - mainly because they hated his guts.
"Does anyone know where that prick Malfoy is?" Ron asked with a mouthful of food, starting over at the Slytherin table as I sat down for lunch.
"I didn't see him at breakfast." Harry said, spraying food all over. "But I swear he was in Potions."
"You don't think he's been expelled, do you?" Ron asked. "For what he did to Zabini..."
"Don't be daft." I snapped at them both. "Like you said, you saw him in Potions. He's having food sent down to him. He's only allowed out of his dormitory for class and detentions."
"Since when did you know everything about Malfoy?" Harry asked harshly.
I panicked, blushing slightly. They'd hate me if they knew I was friends with him.
"Um... well since I heard Pansy going on about it in the girls toilets. All she ever does is talk about him." I said quickly.
Both Ron and Harry looked at each other, then over at Pansy, and then started laughing.
"They'd be perfect together." Ron laughed. "They're both as horrible as each other!"
I couldn't listen to this anymore. They didn't understand Draco as a person and it was really annoying me. But instead of standing up for him, which I knew would cause loads of problems, I walked away.
"Bloody hell, what's her problem?" I heard Ron ask Harry.
But I just continued to ignore them. I couldn't wait until I could hang out with Draco again.