Their Green Girl

Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor but was never friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She was welcomed among the young Slytherin first years, her bloodtype left a secret. Her friendship with Draco Malfoy and the rest of Slytherin house causes much trouble during her years at Hogwarts. But a fight with Draco changes everything. How will this change the Wizarding World and the Golden Trio?


2. Chapter 2

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her footsteps pounded in her ears. As soon as she pushed open the door to the bathroom she collapsed on the floor. The tears fell hard and fast. She stayed that way for a good hour before Ginny found her curled up next to the sinks. Tear stains painted her cheeks. Ginny wrapped an arm around her best friend but didn’t ask any questions to why Hermione was sobbing in a bathroom. She had learned that last year after the many times she had walked in on Hermione crying in her room, or in the bathroom, and sometimes even in the library. After finding her in that particularly depressed state she had learned not to ask any questions but to just be there for her friend. Hermione sobbed into Ginny’s shoulder all evening. Ginny finally pulled her up and half dragged her back to Gryffindor tower. They climbed the stairs to the girls dorm twenty long minute later and Ginny helped Hermione crawl into her bed. Hermione was still crying softly when she fell asleep. Ginny gave her one last look before slipping out of the room and heading to bed.

Morning came quickly for Hermione. Sun streamed in through the wide windows. Lavender and Parvati were already gone. Probably to breakfast. Hermione’s eyes stung from the crying. She moaned, grabbed her wand, and flicked it at the windows. The curtains closed with a swoosh and she rolled over and fell asleep, maybe a day off was exactly what she needed. Ginny poked her head into Hermione’s dorm and saw her still asleep and decided to leave her and let her rest. She dashed down seven flights of stairs and strolled into the Great Hall and slid into her seat next to Ron. Ron smiled at her through a
mouthful of pancakes. She rolled her eyes and turned to face Harry who was sitting across from her. He was already in his Quidditch gear, as was Ron, Seamus, Jimmy, Dean, Demelza, and Katie. Ginny looked longly at Katie wishing she in her place. Ginny had made the decision to leave the team last year to concentrate more on her O.W.L’s, she had become more focused on her studies but she missed it terribly.   
“What took you so long?” he asked.
“I was just checking on Hermione,”
“Granger? Why?”
“Harry, I’m her friend,” she said bluntly.
“I know, but why? No one likes  her. She’s a know it all teacher pet, and not to mention she is friends with that nice little Slytherin bunch,”  Harry complained.  
“Why does that matter? Who cares that she has friends in other houses? They only reason you don’t like her or trust  her is because she’s friends with Malfoy, who you hate with a passion,” Ginny snapped.
“Exactly! She’s best friends with Malfoy! When she’s not in the library, she’s with him and his idiot groupies,”
“Oh bugger off Harry. I’m not in the mood to listen to you complain about my best friend,” Ron choked on his pancakes. Than swallowed and gave her an inferior look.
“Your best friend? She’s your best friend?” Ron asked inquisitively.
“Yes, she is,” Ron opened his mouth to say something but Ginny gave him a very familiar Mrs. Weasley glare, and he quickly shut his mouth. She stood up and left the two boys sitting alone, both with very confused looks on their faces. Strolling down the corridor towards Gryffindor tower to grab a coat before heading down the Pitch, Ginny was stopped by Pansy. Pansy pulled her into a small alcove.
“Pansy! Jeez, you scared me,”
“It’s fine. What’s going on?”
“I’m worried about Hermione,”
“I am too, I don’t know what happened yesterday but she is really shaken up about it,” Ginny whispered.
“It’s Draco’s fault. Smarmy bastard. He said some really nasty things to her yesterday after dinner,”
“He did? But why? Aren’t they like really close?”
“Not anymore. He found out she was hiding the fact that she’s a muggle born, middle of last year. He won’t talk to her, he won’t let her try and explain herself or anything! He’s being so stubborn! So now he’s just gone and decided to treat her like shit for the rest of the time she is at Hogwarts,”     
“He didn’t know?”
“Most of us didn't. Blaise, Tracy, Millie, Crabbe and Goyle. Theo and I were the only ones other than you who knew. But when he found out he was so mad. They had a huge row. Well, actually it was mostly him screaming at her but still she said some things too.  I’ve been trying to convince him that should give her a chance to explain everything, but he won’t budge,”
“Why not? I mean, they were friends for a long time. They’ve had fights before, right?”
“Yeah, I guess, but nothing this big,”
“Keep trying, ok? I can’t keep seeing her like this,”
“I know I can’t either. I think it hurts Draco too, just a little bit. You know, hurting her,” Ginny grimaced. Pansy gave her a knowing look before slipping back into the throng of students rushing down to the Quidditch pitch. Ginny dashed up the stairs towards the common room. She practically screamed the password to the fat lady. She ran through the common room and up the stairs to Hermione's room. She didn’t even knock but just flung open the door. She walked across the room and opened the curtains.  
“What the hell?” Hermione moaned.
“Get up ‘Mione. You are out of luck there is no getting out of this. You are going to tell me everything.” Ginny snapped.
“What are you talking about?” She asked.
“You and Malfoy! Your fight and all that fun stuff,” Ginny said.
“How do you know about that,” she asked accusingly.
“I ran into Pansy after breakfast and she told me what happened. Why didn’t you tell me?” Ginny asked somber voice.
“Look Ginny I’m sorry for not telling you but I’m fine you don’t need to get worried. It’s not a big deal,” Hermione said quietly.
“Hermione don’t try hiding this, you spent to past day crying about what he said to you. It’s obviously a big deal,” she argued.
“Ginny! It’s fine! I’m fine, please, just drop it,” protested Hermione.
“Are you sure Hermione?”
“Yes Ginny I’m fine. Now can you get out so I can change. I want to go watch the match,”
“Yeah, sure I’ll be right outside,” Hermione gave her a kind smile. She shut the door and sat down at her desk. She pulled open a drawer and started taking out her makeup. Foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush, eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss were applied with lightning speed. She yanked off her sweatpants and pulled on a pair of leggings. She put on a plain white t shirt and tugged a warm cardigan around herself. She grabbed her deep navy blue pea coat,a pair of boots, a beanie cap from her trunk and opened the door. She followed Ginny down the stairs to the main common room. They plopped into chairs in front of the fire to put on their shoes and coats.
“Ready?” Ginny asked. Hermione nodded. They stood up and left the common room. Linking arms as they strolled down the hill towards the pitch Ginny and Hermione made small talk about school and the boys and of course Ginny’s boyfriend, the famed Harry Potter. They started heading to the Gryffindor seats but Hermione stopped. Never before had she sat with the Gryffindors during a Quidditch game. She always went and sat with Pansy in the Slytherin seats, to watch Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle play. Ginny grabbed her arm.
“Come on,” she said softly. Ginny gave her a small smile. “This will be fun, you’ll be fine.”  Hermione nodded absent mindedly and followed Ginny up the stairs towards the Gryffindor seats. Ginny tugged her along through the rows of rowdy Gryffindors. Ginny slide into a seat next to Seamus and Neville who both looked up. When they saw Hermione they gave Ginny confused looks.  Ginny smiled at them, as Hermione sat down.   

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