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Chapter 4
He stood near the door, not with the usual pig-headed arrogance he usually possessed but with a sort of quiet confidence, not quite making eye contact but refusing to look at the ground. por this time the rest of the class was sat down, it was the smallest class, only having fifteen students so naturally it was in the smallest classroom. Hermione had chosen a escrivaninha, mesa in the middle of the room, no one sat with her, it was odd really, and the only other spare assento then the one seguinte to her was the one behind her, seguinte to Lavender Brown. Normally Lavender would have sat seguinte to Parvati Patil- her best friend- but Parvati was sat with her Twin Sister Padma. Both girls shoot Lavender countless apologetic looks but Lavender didn’t seem to care. With Padma being in Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor like her sister they very rarely got to talk to each other.
Draco stood near the door. He could sit with the Brown girl and risk being giggled at and flirted with throughout the lessons or he could sit with Granger who would most likely ignore him unless he started trying to wind her up. He opted for Granger, he knew she would be the most fun (and least Irritating) to sit seguinte to, plus, she was a Muggle-born. She knew all about Muggles and would help him- he hoped. Draco had asked Professor McGonagall if he could cadastrar-se this class as soon as he found out he would be allowed back to Hogwarts. Mainly to show people he wasn’t a “Lying, scum-bag of a death-eater” As he had been called many a time among worst things. Draco sauntered forwards, and dropped gracefully into the uninhabited chair beside her. She turned and glared.
“I don’t recall saying you could sit here.” She spat out, he knuckles going white as she clenched her quill that was already placed between her fingers.
“I don’t recall you saying I couldn’t.” Draco replied with a smirk. He didn’t make to mover from the assento and Hermione said nothing. She just began to listen to the teacher drone on. Hermione rolled her eyes as Draco got out some parchment and a quill and began to scribble something down, facing the front once again, only a matter of minutos had passed and then she saw the pale hand attached to the arm of the boy she despised pushing the creamy coloured material towards her. She glanced down, written across the page in his neat hand was a note. Why do you even take this class anyway? You’re Muggle-born! Hermione once again rolled her deep brown eyes and began to push the note away when she glanced at it again. You’re Muggle-born. Since when had it been “Muggle-born” he normally referred to her as Mudblood. As these thoughts proceeded through her head, she sub-consciously pulled the sleeve of her robe, veste, roupão further down her arm, where the word Mudblood was carved so horrifically into her skin.
Hermione decided to write back, she was bored with the lesson already; the woman teaching them wasn’t even a teacher, as Hogwarts had been un-able to find a suitable replacement after Professor Burbage’s death. Using her own worn out quill she scribbled back quickly. Muggle-born Malfoy? What happened to Mudblood? You ever so darling Aunt had no problem carving it into my skin on the floor of your Drawing room! She made sure not to answer his anterior question. She felt slightly bad as she watched him flinch at the cruel words she had furiously scratched onto the innocent parchment. He glanced up at the brown haired witch, their eyes met for a mere moment before she looked away, missing the apologetic nature his eyes possessed in that moment. He didn’t write back, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence, both dutifully taking notes.
At the end of the lesson, after Hermione had written the Homework assignment down- What are the benefits of using muggle methods for complicated tasks?- She packed her bag as quickly as possible, beginning to walk quickly back towards the head dorms. She had agreed to meet up with Ginny at jantar to allow them both to get their homework done early. She made it back to the statue and said the password, entering the room, that’s when she realised that there was someone behind her. Draco Malfoy stood, Eyes void of all emotion. He stared at her, she waited, and he waited. Then he took a step forward.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione stood shocked, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin’s prince had just apologised to her! Gryffindor’s Muggle-born Princess.
“What for?” Her voice may have been harsher than necessary but she wasn’t used to this Malfoy, only the arrogant Snake who had attempted to make her life miserable for over seven years.
“For what she did to you, I heard you screaming but I didn’t watch, I never could, not when I saw it happening.” He cracked his voice braking and a lone tear slipped down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly, but she had seen it. He carried on talking. “Did it- Can you still see it, what she did?” Hermione didn’t answer, only walked a few steps forwards so she was only a tiny gap away from him. She slowly peeled back the layers over her arm and there it sat, scratched so barbarically into her smooth creamy skin. He reached out a hand, she flinched as he made contact, but she didn’t pull away, as he traced every letter with his long thin fingers.
Tears fell silently down her cheeks. Draco let her arm go softly, pulling back his own sleeve where the long thin line of his scar lay, he placed his arm seguinte to hers. His tears joining hers for the seguinte few minutos they seemed to forget out their pasts, showing how much they had changed. Once they had stopped their crying and the hideous marks on their arms were once again hidden. They spread themselves out around the room, as if nothing had happened. Hermione had finished her essay within a half hora of starting but as she packed her things away she saw Malfoy still chewing on the end of his quill, staring down at the Parchment that was near enough empty.
She shook her head, and began to walk towards her room before she heard a voice calling her back.
“Hey Granger?” Hermione turned, looking back towards the blonde boy sat por the window.
“Yes Malfoy?” He glanced downwards slightly, as if embarrassed.
“I’m not exactly sure of all this muggle stuff, think you could help out an old enemy?” Hermione rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that dia but to both her and his surprise let out a small laugh.
“Old Enemy Malfoy? Are we not still Enemies? I pretty sure I’m still the same Gryffindor Muggle-born that you’ve hated since we were eleven.” He shook his head slowly, choosing his seguinte words carefully.
“I never really hated you, well I suppose I did until third year, after you punched me in the face you received my respect as not many people would do that, from then on I would just say it was a strong dislike. But Granger, the war’s over, we’ve all changed our views, People have changed, you’ve changed, I’ve defiantly changed and if we’ve got to be sharing this place for the seguinte ano then I think we need to let go of the childish hostility that we have hoarded over the years.” She stood gaping at him, and just nodded. Where did this come from? This wasn’t the Draco Malfoy she knew but she went along with it, she knew he had changed, but how much?
“Maybe you’re right Malfoy, I mean maybe we should just, start again, that is if you could even bare to be classed as friends with a Mudblood.” The last word slipped out of Hermione’s mouth before she could stop it. Draco pushed back his chair and stood up quickly, anger written across his face.
“Don’t ever call yourself that again! I know it’s what I did, but that’s how I was brought up, I won’t say it, I refuse to say it and if I do, ever at any time feel free to Hex me or soco me as hard as you want, it doesn’t matter who your parents are, you’re you!” Once again Hermione stood gaping, speechless she just walked towards him and sat down on a chair close to him, he sat back down too and they spent the seguinte hora doing his homework, her trying to explain without making it to easy and just giving him the answers.
Just before 5 they had finished and all their things were back in their rooms. They stood silently and awkwardly in the middle of their common room, Hermione started walking towards the door.
“I said I’d meet Ginny for jantar so I better go.” She looked once towards the head boy then turned to leave.
“Wait up, I’ll come with you, I’ve got to meet Blaise anyway.” They were once again basked in the awkward silence that seemed to stick to them as if covered por glue. The hallways were surprisingly empty, but the odd person that did walk passed would take segundo or third glances to check if they were seeing things. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief once they reached the great hall and Draco had gone to sit with Blaise at the Slytherin table, Hermione wandered over to the Gryffindor mesa, tabela deep in thought, nearly missing the assento Ginny had saved seguinte to her.
The girls passed the seguinte hour, eating slowly and listening to the gossip already spreading along tables, contributing to aleatório conversations every now and again. At around 6 o’clock a nervous 3rd ano Hufflepuff arrived at the side of Hermione.
“The headmistress asked me to give this to the Head girl.” The girl hurried away before Hermione could thank her, after taking the note from her small hand.
Miss Granger could you and Mr Malfoy please come to my office after you have finished eating. Professor McGonagall. P.S The Password is Albus.
Hermione looked across the room Draco had finished eating and seemed to be waiting for his friend to finish. She took a deep breath, using a very weak Reducto curse to get rid of the note so no one could see the password she told Ginny she would see her tomorrow, gave her a quick hug and walked calmly over to the Slytherin table, Draco saw her coming an looked up expectantly. Blaise just nodded politely at her but the figure with her back to Hermione didn’t realise anyone was there until she was right behind her. Pansy Parkinson turned around and snarled at Hermione.
“You shouldn’t be here, get back to your own mesa, tabela you filthy little Mudblood.” Hermione wasn’t going to react violently; she just smirked and said in a sickly sweet voice that could rival Dolores Umbridge.
“50 points from Slytherin for disgusting and offensive language aimed at the head girl.” The mesa, tabela all groaned as the emeralds trickled loudly towards the bottom of Slytherin’s hourglass. Pansy looked towards Draco.
“Drakie, you can’t let her do that, not to your own house…” She trailed off towards the end at the glare he was sending her.
“I’ve already made it clear that language like that won’t be tolerated anymore Parkinson. And don’t call me that infernal name. What is it Granger?” He started his sentence of harsh but his voiced softened as he spoke to Hermione.
“McGonagall wants to see us in her office as soon as we’re done with dinner; I’m going there now, so are you coming or will you come in a little while?” Draco stood up saying goodbye to Blaise and blatantly ignoring the pathetic looks Pansy was shooting his way.
“It’s fine, I’m already done, let’s go.” And ignoring the looks they were getting from all over the hall they walked out of the huge room and up the stairs, taking the long walk to the office. They were halfway there when Draco broke the silence.
“I’m sorry about Pansy; she doesn’t know when to give up sometimes. She had no right calling you what she did.” Hermione looked downwards sadly.
“It’s fine, I’m used to it por now.” Neither of them said anything else but Draco was thinking. You shouldn’t be. In a matter of minutos they had reached the stone Gargoyle that had been repaired after being badly damaged in the battle.
“Do you know the password?” Draco asked Hermione and she nodded, speaking directly to the lump of stone in front of her.
“Albus.” The stone stairs came into view and stepping on them the two teenagers were taken up the revolving stairs to a heavy wooden door. Draco knocked and a firm “Come in” was heard.
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Chapter 4
He stood near the door, not with the usual pig-headed arrogance he usually possessed but with a sort of quiet confidence, not quite making eye contact but refusing to look at the ground. por this time the rest of the class was sat down, it was the smallest class, only having fifteen students so naturally it was in the smallest classroom. Hermione had chosen a escrivaninha, mesa in the middle of the room, no one sat with her, it was odd really, and the only other spare assento then the one seguinte to her was the one behind her, seguinte to Lavender Brown. Normally Lavender would have sat seguinte to Parvati Patil- her best friend- but Parvati was sat with her Twin Sister Padma. Both girls shoot Lavender countless apologetic looks but Lavender didn’t seem to care. With Padma being in Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor like her sister they very rarely got to talk to each other.
Draco stood near the door. He could sit with the Brown girl and risk being giggled at and flirted with throughout the lessons or he could sit with Granger who would most likely ignore him unless he started trying to wind her up. He opted for Granger, he knew she would be the most fun (and least Irritating) to sit seguinte to, plus, she was a Muggle-born. She knew all about Muggles and would help him- he hoped. Draco had asked Professor McGonagall if he could cadastrar-se this class as soon as he found out he would be allowed back to Hogwarts. Mainly to show people he wasn’t a “Lying, scum-bag of a death-eater” As he had been called many a time among worst things. Draco sauntered forwards, and dropped gracefully into the uninhabited chair beside her. She turned and glared.
“I don’t recall saying you could sit here.” She spat out, he knuckles going white as she clenched her quill that was already placed between her fingers.
“I don’t recall you saying I couldn’t.” Draco replied with a smirk. He didn’t make to mover from the assento and Hermione said nothing. She just began to listen to the teacher drone on. Hermione rolled her eyes as Draco got out some parchment and a quill and began to scribble something down, facing the front once again, only a matter of minutos had passed and then she saw the pale hand attached to the arm of the boy she despised pushing the creamy coloured material towards her. She glanced down, written across the page in his neat hand was a note. Why do you even take this class anyway? You’re Muggle-born! Hermione once again rolled her deep brown eyes and began to push the note away when she glanced at it again. You’re Muggle-born. Since when had it been “Muggle-born” he normally referred to her as Mudblood. As these thoughts proceeded through her head, she sub-consciously pulled the sleeve of her robe, veste, roupão further down her arm, where the word Mudblood was carved so horrifically into her skin.
Hermione decided to write back, she was bored with the lesson already; the woman teaching them wasn’t even a teacher, as Hogwarts had been un-able to find a suitable replacement after Professor Burbage’s death. Using her own worn out quill she scribbled back quickly. Muggle-born Malfoy? What happened to Mudblood? You ever so darling Aunt had no problem carving it into my skin on the floor of your Drawing room! She made sure not to answer his anterior question. She felt slightly bad as she watched him flinch at the cruel words she had furiously scratched onto the innocent parchment. He glanced up at the brown haired witch, their eyes met for a mere moment before she looked away, missing the apologetic nature his eyes possessed in that moment. He didn’t write back, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence, both dutifully taking notes.
At the end of the lesson, after Hermione had written the Homework assignment down- What are the benefits of using muggle methods for complicated tasks?- She packed her bag as quickly as possible, beginning to walk quickly back towards the head dorms. She had agreed to meet up with Ginny at jantar to allow them both to get their homework done early. She made it back to the statue and said the password, entering the room, that’s when she realised that there was someone behind her. Draco Malfoy stood, Eyes void of all emotion. He stared at her, she waited, and he waited. Then he took a step forward.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione stood shocked, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin’s prince had just apologised to her! Gryffindor’s Muggle-born Princess.
“What for?” Her voice may have been harsher than necessary but she wasn’t used to this Malfoy, only the arrogant Snake who had attempted to make her life miserable for over seven years.
“For what she did to you, I heard you screaming but I didn’t watch, I never could, not when I saw it happening.” He cracked his voice braking and a lone tear slipped down his cheek, he wiped it away quickly, but she had seen it. He carried on talking. “Did it- Can you still see it, what she did?” Hermione didn’t answer, only walked a few steps forwards so she was only a tiny gap away from him. She slowly peeled back the layers over her arm and there it sat, scratched so barbarically into her smooth creamy skin. He reached out a hand, she flinched as he made contact, but she didn’t pull away, as he traced every letter with his long thin fingers.
Tears fell silently down her cheeks. Draco let her arm go softly, pulling back his own sleeve where the long thin line of his scar lay, he placed his arm seguinte to hers. His tears joining hers for the seguinte few minutos they seemed to forget out their pasts, showing how much they had changed. Once they had stopped their crying and the hideous marks on their arms were once again hidden. They spread themselves out around the room, as if nothing had happened. Hermione had finished her essay within a half hora of starting but as she packed her things away she saw Malfoy still chewing on the end of his quill, staring down at the Parchment that was near enough empty.
She shook her head, and began to walk towards her room before she heard a voice calling her back.
“Hey Granger?” Hermione turned, looking back towards the blonde boy sat por the window.
“Yes Malfoy?” He glanced downwards slightly, as if embarrassed.
“I’m not exactly sure of all this muggle stuff, think you could help out an old enemy?” Hermione rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that dia but to both her and his surprise let out a small laugh.
“Old Enemy Malfoy? Are we not still Enemies? I pretty sure I’m still the same Gryffindor Muggle-born that you’ve hated since we were eleven.” He shook his head slowly, choosing his seguinte words carefully.
“I never really hated you, well I suppose I did until third year, after you punched me in the face you received my respect as not many people would do that, from then on I would just say it was a strong dislike. But Granger, the war’s over, we’ve all changed our views, People have changed, you’ve changed, I’ve defiantly changed and if we’ve got to be sharing this place for the seguinte ano then I think we need to let go of the childish hostility that we have hoarded over the years.” She stood gaping at him, and just nodded. Where did this come from? This wasn’t the Draco Malfoy she knew but she went along with it, she knew he had changed, but how much?
“Maybe you’re right Malfoy, I mean maybe we should just, start again, that is if you could even bare to be classed as friends with a Mudblood.” The last word slipped out of Hermione’s mouth before she could stop it. Draco pushed back his chair and stood up quickly, anger written across his face.
“Don’t ever call yourself that again! I know it’s what I did, but that’s how I was brought up, I won’t say it, I refuse to say it and if I do, ever at any time feel free to Hex me or soco me as hard as you want, it doesn’t matter who your parents are, you’re you!” Once again Hermione stood gaping, speechless she just walked towards him and sat down on a chair close to him, he sat back down too and they spent the seguinte hora doing his homework, her trying to explain without making it to easy and just giving him the answers.
Just before 5 they had finished and all their things were back in their rooms. They stood silently and awkwardly in the middle of their common room, Hermione started walking towards the door.
“I said I’d meet Ginny for jantar so I better go.” She looked once towards the head boy then turned to leave.
“Wait up, I’ll come with you, I’ve got to meet Blaise anyway.” They were once again basked in the awkward silence that seemed to stick to them as if covered por glue. The hallways were surprisingly empty, but the odd person that did walk passed would take segundo or third glances to check if they were seeing things. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief once they reached the great hall and Draco had gone to sit with Blaise at the Slytherin table, Hermione wandered over to the Gryffindor mesa, tabela deep in thought, nearly missing the assento Ginny had saved seguinte to her.
The girls passed the seguinte hour, eating slowly and listening to the gossip already spreading along tables, contributing to aleatório conversations every now and again. At around 6 o’clock a nervous 3rd ano Hufflepuff arrived at the side of Hermione.
“The headmistress asked me to give this to the Head girl.” The girl hurried away before Hermione could thank her, after taking the note from her small hand.
Miss Granger could you and Mr Malfoy please come to my office after you have finished eating. Professor McGonagall. P.S The Password is Albus.
Hermione looked across the room Draco had finished eating and seemed to be waiting for his friend to finish. She took a deep breath, using a very weak Reducto curse to get rid of the note so no one could see the password she told Ginny she would see her tomorrow, gave her a quick hug and walked calmly over to the Slytherin table, Draco saw her coming an looked up expectantly. Blaise just nodded politely at her but the figure with her back to Hermione didn’t realise anyone was there until she was right behind her. Pansy Parkinson turned around and snarled at Hermione.
“You shouldn’t be here, get back to your own mesa, tabela you filthy little Mudblood.” Hermione wasn’t going to react violently; she just smirked and said in a sickly sweet voice that could rival Dolores Umbridge.
“50 points from Slytherin for disgusting and offensive language aimed at the head girl.” The mesa, tabela all groaned as the emeralds trickled loudly towards the bottom of Slytherin’s hourglass. Pansy looked towards Draco.
“Drakie, you can’t let her do that, not to your own house…” She trailed off towards the end at the glare he was sending her.
“I’ve already made it clear that language like that won’t be tolerated anymore Parkinson. And don’t call me that infernal name. What is it Granger?” He started his sentence of harsh but his voiced softened as he spoke to Hermione.
“McGonagall wants to see us in her office as soon as we’re done with dinner; I’m going there now, so are you coming or will you come in a little while?” Draco stood up saying goodbye to Blaise and blatantly ignoring the pathetic looks Pansy was shooting his way.
“It’s fine, I’m already done, let’s go.” And ignoring the looks they were getting from all over the hall they walked out of the huge room and up the stairs, taking the long walk to the office. They were halfway there when Draco broke the silence.
“I’m sorry about Pansy; she doesn’t know when to give up sometimes. She had no right calling you what she did.” Hermione looked downwards sadly.
“It’s fine, I’m used to it por now.” Neither of them said anything else but Draco was thinking. You shouldn’t be. In a matter of minutos they had reached the stone Gargoyle that had been repaired after being badly damaged in the battle.
“Do you know the password?” Draco asked Hermione and she nodded, speaking directly to the lump of stone in front of her.
“Albus.” The stone stairs came into view and stepping on them the two teenagers were taken up the revolving stairs to a heavy wooden door. Draco knocked and a firm “Come in” was heard.
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The “Regression” actress tweeted that “she can’t wait to see” Dumezweni revive the role in the upcoming Londres stage production of “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.”
Watson would always be remembered as the female lead role when it comes to “Harry Potter” films. Watson started playing the role of Hermoine Granger from the age of 11 and continued for 10 years, alongside the titular actor Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint who played as Ron Weasley.
