Fourth Year: December
Pansy left the owlry in a daze. She ignored everyone on her way down to the dungeons. After uttering the password, she slipped inside and collapsed into a large leather arm chair. She rested her hands in her face.Thoughts swarmed through her mind. She lied to us! How could she?
Pansy bit her lip in attempt to stop tears from falling. She felt a heavy warmth on her shoulder and looked up to see Draco standing in front of her.
“Why so glum Pansy?” Draco frowned softly. The lines around his mouth deepened. Pansy gave a weak smile before standing.
“Nothing. I’m just stressed with all this work we have,” she said. Draco gave her a knowing look. “Well, I’m off the library then. I’ll see you for dinner.” Pansy waved and strolled away as quickly as she could without causing suspicion. Once she was a long in the corridor she rushed away through the castle in search of Hermione. Standing in a hidden alcove next to the door of the Ancient Runes classroom, Pansy sat waiting for it to be over. Soon enough the door opened with a bag and out poured the small group of students taking the difficult class. And the Hermione was there. Bag and book in hand, looking to be in her own little world. With seeker like agility Pansy reached out, grabbed Hermione by the arm, and pulled her into the alcove. Hermione tumbled into the alcove with a shriek. Pansy shushed her and pushed her up against the cool stone wall.
“Pansy, what’s going on?” Hermione asked the girl. Pansy had a deranged look on her face, she was trembling slightly as she turned to look at Hermione.
“What the hell is this?” Taking the letter out of her pocket and shoving it in Hermione’ face. Pansy watched as the blood drained from Hermione’ face, jaw dropped and eyes wide.
“How- how did you get that?” Hermione asked accusingly.
“You,” Pansy snapped, “don’t get to ask any questions. You lied to us! You’re muggle-born!” Hermione slid slowly down the wall, Pansy glared at her. “How could you? How could you lie to us for all those years! I told you everything! We’re best friends! I stood up for you through all of Potter and Weasley’ torments! How could you not tell me this?” Pansy screamed at the girl curled up on the ground in front of her. Hermione bit her lip, tears rolled gently down her cheeks.
“Because you wouldn’t be friends with me if you knew. Muggle-borns and pureblood don’t mix,” she whispered. Pansy’ face was still locked in a cold, hard scowl.
“Were you ever going to tell us?”
“Do you want the truth?” Pansy nodded, “No. Because I knew you would hate me if I told you. You wouldn’t talk to me anymore and I would be alone,” Pansy shook her head. She was mumbling something but Hermione couldn’t hear.
“You’re kidding me right?” Pansy snapped, “You know blood status doesn’t matter to me and my family. Theo, Daphne, Millie it doesn’t matter to them either. Hermione that’s a truly rubbish reason to not tell us,”
“But Draco does care. I really like him. He gave me a bracelet,” Pansy gasped, “Last Yule. I think he didn’t know that I knew what it meant, but I did. He’ll never speak to me again. Blaise, Tracy, Crabbe, and Goyle too,” Hermione sobbed, “please don’t hate me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Pansy nodded but stayed silent. She gave Hermione a look of concern and annoyance.
“I just need time to think about this Hermione,” she turned to go right before the tapestry swished closed she heard Hermione call out.
“Please don’t tell anyone!”
Hours later Pansy, Draco, and Theo were walking down to dinner. Amazing fragrances wafted through the halls drawing them closer to the Great Hall.
“Does anyone know where Hermione is?” Theo asked to no one in particular. Draco and Pansy just shrugged. “I’m going to go look for her. Bring me back a roll will you Draco?” Theo said before turning and heading back the way they came. Running through the halls he scanned his mind for places Hermione right be. After checking the Library and the Astronomy tower he headed to the alcove near the Runes classroom. Him and Hermione had found in their first year and she tended to go there to be alone. Pushing back the tapestry Theo found Hermione curled up in the corner, tear tracks stained her face. Concern was written plainly on his handsome face.
“Mione? What’s wrong?” He said as he sat down next to her on the cold floor. She was shaking slightly as he pulled her into him. She leaned into his side, tears pooling in her hazel eyes.
“I’ve done something really bad. Now Pansy knows and I’m scared she’ll tell everyone. They’re all going to hate me when they find out,” she whispered. Theo wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tight.
“What is it Hermione?” She shook her head, “Hermione,” he said sternly, “Tell me what’s going on. Now.” She took a deep shuddering breath.
“I’m not who you think I am. I’m, muggle-born. I was never planning on telling you guys because I though you wouldn’t want to stay friends with me.” Tears rolled down her face. Theo brushed them away with the pad of his thumb.
“Hermione you could’ve told me. You know not all of us are blood prejudice. I couldn't care less that you’re muggle-born. I love you like a sister Hermione. I don’t give a shit about how pure your blood is. We love you the way you are,”
“Promise?” Theo nodded, “I’m just scared that Pansy will tell Draco.”
Theo grunted. “Please. She may be a bit upset right now but she would never tell Draco. She knows how much he means to you. She wouldn’t do that. I promise,” Theo reassured her. “Now we should go. Draco’s bringing me food since I skipped dinner to find you. I’m starving and you need to at least talk to Pansy if not eat,” he told her. Hermione nodded. Theo stood up and slid one arm under her knees and one under her neck, carrying her bridal style all the way down to the Slytherin common room.
Laughter rang out from the chairs and couches in front of the fireplace. Draco, Blaise, Daphne, and Pansy were seated comfortably around the fire laughing and talking. The laughing subsided when Theo and Hermione entered the room. Draco’ face hardened at the sight of Hermione in Theo’ arms. Theo caught his eye and winked before walking over to him.
“Draco, I believe this belongs to you,” He said motioning to a blushing Hermione before dropping her into Draco’ lap. Hermione and Draco both turned a very vivid shade of maroon. Everyone laughed.
“Adorable,” Daphne whispered to Pansy, who rolled her eyes.
“Draco,” Theo started. shooting him a sly look, “If you don’t ask her I will. Then I’ll have two lovely dates,” Draco blushed, Hermione looked confused.
“Draco, What’s going on?” Hermione asked. Draco smiled at her, “come with me?” He asked her. Pulling her up and grabbing her hand he pulled her away up the stair towards Slytherin’ private library. He pushed open the large oak doors and ushered her in. Hermione smiled and once the doors were closed securely behind them grabbed his hand and followed him deep into the library. Draco lead her to a large plush loveseat place in the center of a little rotunda. The ceiling, bewitched like the ceiling in the Great Hall, shone. The night sky glittered above them stars twinkled all around them. Hermione tilted her head back to look at the beauty about her. Draco tugged her down onto the the love seat. They sat for amount in silence admiring the stars. Then Draco cleared his throat, “Hermione?”
“I was uh, wondering if you umm, wanted to come to the ball with me?” She froze. She looked at him with a small smile on her lips and a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Really?” he nodded. Her smile grew, “I’d love to,” Draco let out a sigh of relief. She pressed into his side and placed her head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm protectively around her. She gave a small content sigh. Their attention was drawn to the night sky above them when shooting stars started streaking across the the indigo sky. Hermione laced her fingers into Draco’ and squeezed his hand.
“Shooting stars. Make a wish,” she told him.
“Just do it Draco. Make a wish,”
“I wish for-“
“No, in your head. If you tell anyone it won’t come true,” She whispered. Draco nodded. A minute later Hermione asked, “Did you make your wish?”
“I didn’t need to,”
“How come?” She asked him.
“I’ve got everything I need,” he told her. Hermione was glad it was dark because otherwise he would see how much she was blushing.
“Ten Galleons says their shagging in there,” Blaise said to Theo. Theo laughed but Pansy slapped Blaise on the arm. “What?” Blaise said with a chuckle.
“Behave,” she warned just as Draco and Hermione reemerge on the top of the stairs. Not a wrinkle in their clothes or a bead of sweat could be seen on either of them.
“I guess you were wrong Blaise,” Pansy teased. Both Hermione and Draco were smiling and blushed. Their hand intertwined. At the sight of their hands Daphne smiled.
“Took them long enough,” she whispered to the three others.