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?

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7. Chapter 7


The bracelet felt like it was boring a hole in Draco’ pocket. As he fled the alcove his hand brushed up against the ever growing river of blood flowing down Hermione’ neck. His hand, now coated in her blood, was balled into a fit at his side. He was more confused than he was angry, but fear and dread came out on top. He was hit with cool dank air as he arrived in the dungeons. After muttering the password Draco hurried inside. With every intent to wash off the blood and then lock himself in his room he hurriedly started towards the stairs leading to his dorm.

“Draco? Is that, blood?” Draco turned, Pansy was seated on one of the large black leather couches. She was surrounded by scrolls and parchment. Quills, ink pots, and books wear scattered around her. “Draco? Why are you covered in blood?”
“It’s nothing Pansy just never mind it,” Draco said sharply. Pansy shot him a glare.
“Don’t tell me to never mind it, you’ve got blood on you. Whose blood Draco?”
“Well, you should be happy to know that its not mine,” he said with sarcastic chipper.
“Is that blood Draco? Who’ve you been fighting with?” Theo said as he entered the common room. Draco groaned and rolled his eyes.
“No, it’s not my blood. No, I haven’t been fighting. I had to take care of something and there ended up being a bit of blood ok? Not a big deal.” He was sweating now. He couldn’t keep lying, not about something like this. Beads of perspiration dotted his upper lip. Pansy raised an eyebrow.
“Whose blood is it Draco?” He groaned.  The heat of the lie was to much for him he shucked off his robe and tossed it on the couch near Pansy.
“Look, it doesn't matter ok? I’m going to dinner. See you later,” Before Pansy or Theo could protest Draco was already walking away from them. Pansy and Theo looked at each other in evident confusion. Theo moved towards the couch. He pushed Draco’ robe off the couch and collapsed next to Pansy. Pansy watched as Draco’ robe pooled in a heap near her feet. A small sound echoed from the insides of his robes. A tinkling, like a tiny bell. She looked at Theo who hadn’t seemed to hear a thing. He sat, flipping through one of the many books strewn on the couch. With a roll of her eyes Pansy reached out and grabbed the silky fabric off the floor and pulled it onto her lap. Theo shot her a repulsed look.
“What, are you doing?” He asked. Pansy ignored him as she began fishing through the pockets of the robe. A broken quill, a crumpled piece of parchment, and, bracelet covered in now, dry blood. Pansy gasped and dropped the bracelet onto the couch in surprise. At the sound of the gasp Theo looked up from his book.
“Theo,” Pansy said shakily, “that’s Hermione’ bracelet. Theo look at it. It’s covered in-“
“Blood,” Theo finished for her. Pansy was breathing hard. Her eyes were filled with terror.
“What did he do?” Pansy whispered. “What did Draco do?” Theo snatched the sticky bracelet up off the couch, grabbed Pansy by the hand, and pulled her up.
“If this is Hermione’ blood we need to find her before something really bad happens,” Pansy stared blankly into space, not responding to Theo but following him and he pulled her towards the door. Standing just outside the door to Slytherin common room Theo placed his hands on Pansy’ shoulders a shook lightly. “Get it together ‘Pans,” Pansy blinked twice and nodded. Theo released her shoulders and took her hand. The two determined Slytherins rushed around the castle. The library, the huge oak near the lake, and Gryffindor tower, searching for Hermione, Their last stop was the alcove. Theo and Pansy thundered up the stairs and down the long corridor. Theo shoved aside the tapestry roughly. Hermione lay in pool of her own blood in the corner of the tiny room. Pansy screamed, Theo dropped her hand rushed to Hermione’ side. Tears ran down Pansy’ cheeks, her breathing was heavy and sounded painful. She whimpered loudly, “please tell me she’s not dead.” Pansy collapsed to the ground, her tiny body shaking with sobs. Theo shook his head, “Pansy, she’s ok she breathing. I have to take her to the hospital wing. It’ll be alright.” Pansy nodded through her sobs and stood to follow Theo. But Theo stopped her. His body shook but not with sobs, with fury. “You, need to deal with Draco,” Pansy froze as the realization flooded her mind. Draco. Draco did this. He hurt Hermione. “I’LL KILL HIM!” Pansy screamed. Theo grabbed her arm roughly.
“You will do no such thing. You will deal with him appropriately. No serious harm can come to him. You know what would happen if you did anything to extreme Pansy. Remember that,” Theo turned, with Hermione in his arms and sprinted down the corridor towards the Hospital wing.

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