A Malfoy and a Mudblood Chapter 8 - HOTNLulu

“What?!”

“I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but trust me. It’s going to work out.”

Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“If you say so. But remember ‘Mione, Malfoy’s dangerous.”

“Oh don’t exaggerate, Harry. I believe the war has changed him for the better. He no longer calls me a mud-blood and is much quieter. I do believe he is ashamed of what he’s done. It is also my belief that he was forced into turning into a Death Eater. No, it isn’t even a belief, it’s true. Remember what he said in the tower? ‘I have to kill you, otherwise he’ll kill me.’ This ‘he’ was probably Voldemort and he was saying that that stupid prejudiced villain threatened a 16-year-old to murder his headmaster with death! Whoever that is, I would feel fully sorry for them. Anyway, the past is past, we can get over petty quarrels and strive for house unity!”

“That was quite a speech ‘Mione!” Harry chuckled.

“Oh shut up Harry.” But Hermione was smiling too.

“Well, I do think that Ron has been a foul git, so I give my blessing.”

“You sound like a dad telling a guy that he gives his blessing to his marriage to his daughter!”

They both broke out in peals of laughter. Once they could breathe again, they smiled and hugged.

“I’m really lucky to have a friend like you, Harry.”

“I’m luckier. Without you, I’d still be stuck in between those purple and black flames that Snape set up in first year to protect the Philosopher’s Stone! Do you remember?”

“How could I forget?” Hermione smiled absent-mindlessly at the memory.

“Well, I better get going to-”

“-the library. Yes, we know ‘Mione.”

“Actually, I was going to say I better get going to Ginny, she insisted we go shopping today in Hogsmeade,” Hermione retorted.

“Oh, well, go on then. Have fun!”

“You bet I won’t! It was Ginny who picked out my outfit today!” Hermione started walking off.

“You looked fabulous ‘Mione, don’t worry!” Harry yelled at her.

Hermione chuckled and left the boy’s dormitory.

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Meanwhile, Draco was sitting on the couch of the Slytherin common room, contemplating what had happened that morning for the thousandth time that day.

“Hi Drakykins!”

“Pansy.” Draco acknowledged her with a nod of his head.

Pansy climbed onto his lap and licked her lips, eyeing his.

“Pansy, I’m not in the mood.”

“Hmhp. Fine. Did you see how rude that mud-blood was to us?”

Draco’s eyes twitched and he got up abruptly.

“Don’t say that word.”

“What? ‘Mud-blood’?”

“I told you not to say it,” Draco growled dangerously.

“Why not? Mud-blood, mud-blood, mud-blood!” Pansy sang.

Draco pinned her against the wall, his arm against her neck and snarled “I won’t say it again.”

“Okay, okay!” Pansy breathed. Draco let go of her.

“Why not though?”

Draco flinched.

*\*Flashback\**

*“NO! PLEASE LET- AAAAAAAA!!!“*

*Draco was pinned to the spot. He watched, horrified as his monster of an aunt tortured Hermione Granger.*

*“Where did you get it? Tell me you mud-blood.”*

*“I didn’t steal it! Please let me go! AAAAAA!!!!”*

*Her arms flailed around and her legs kicked the floor. Her screams echoed around the room, around the house. Draco couldn’t move. He wanted to help her. Even if she was Potter he would want to save them. If it was anyone- no. Actually, if it was Voldemort, or his father, or his mad aunt he would be pleased to see them in such a state. But this poor girl. Draco felt sick to the stomach.*

*“AAAAAAA!!!!”*

*This last scream ringed in his ears as he passed out.*

*\*End of flashback\**

**A/N: I know Draco doesn’t actually pass out. I added it myself.**

“Brings back bad memories.”

“Hmph!”

“Heyyyyy Draco!”

“Hello Blaise.”

“Where’s your girlfriend?”

“What are you talking about?”

“By the way Granger acted I thought you’d bring her here at once!” Blaise winked flirtatiously.

“Oh shut up Zabini!” But Draco was grinning. Not a smirk, but a genuine grin.