Hi Guys,
Had this idea so I thought I would share it with you all, hope you don't mind!
The three of them had hurried down to Hagrid's hut on the day of Buckbeak's execution, only to find a certain blonde haired Slytherin stood waiting for it too.
"Come to enjoy the show?" He asked laughing with Crabbe and another Slytherin student.
"You foul, loathed and evil little cockroach" She yelled, raising her wand to him, absolutely fuming, him whimpering.
"Hermione NO! He's not worth it" Ron shouted from behind her, bringing her back to her senses. She lowered her wand from under his chin. A grin beginning to form upon his face, unable to stand it, she turned around punching him square in the face, blood dripping from his nose, the three Slytherin's scuttling away.
"That felt good" She said, a smile on her face, turning back to her friends.
"Good? That was brilliant" Ron said.
Inside the castle, a wounded Malfoy hurried along the corridor.
"Mr Malfoy? Why such the rush?" The cold voice of his godfather came from behind him. He turned to face him, blood still dripping from his broken nose.
"That Granger, punched me in the face" He said.
"Go and see Madam Pomfrey, I'll deal with Granger" Snape said, his capes sweeping behind him. Malfoy left smirking behind him, That perfect little mudblood is going to get whats coming to her he thought.
It was after the events that freed Sirius Black that Hermione served her detention for punching Malfoy. She stalked into the Great Hall, Dumbledore hosting it, surprised to see Malfoy sat at the front also.
"Malfoy, thought you'd got out of detention?" She said coldly, whispering to the boy who's desk sat next to her's her name written on some parchment placed on the desk.
"What do you care you filthy mudblood?" He said, equally as cold in tone.
"I don't, but you know why I'm here, just thought you might share the favour" She said, reaching into her bag for some parchment and a quill. There was silence between them for a second.
"I was caught calling that prefect Clearwater, a name, Weaslebee senior caught me, him and McGonagal, she sent me to detention." He said.
"I can guess what name" She replied, cold, and slightly hurt.
"Yes" He said.
They sat in silence a little longer, Dumbledore's eyes gazing over them occasionally as he scanned the room from his chair.
"I'd say nice aim if it hadn't have been me"
"What?" She said, not understanding his most cryptic complement.
"Your punch, you have a good arm there Granger" He said, smirking slightly. It felt strange to be having an almost civil conversation with someone who had tortured you for simply being yourself, for being born.
"Thank you" She replied.
It was later that night when an owls beak rapped against the window of the year 2 girls dormitory of Gryffindor tower. Hermione was startled by it, hurrying over to the window to allow the bird entry to the room from the pouring rain.
Her name was written in neat writing on the envelope, the wax seal looking expensive and decorated elegantly in swirls and squiggles.
Granger,
I figured you'd be a good listener. This may seem most odd, we've only said words of hate to one another thus far.
This doesn't mean friendship, but it means we both have someone to talk to about our problems.
If you wish to continue then reply, if not, I will assume you don't wish to speak to me and I'll leave you alone.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione read over the letter a few times, unsure of his message, uncertain whether to reply, she thought over her options. Like he had said this wasn't friendship, and most likely he would goo on calling her names, but she liked the idea of hearing behind the scenes of his life, and she liked the idea of having someone to talk to, someone who would listen, not just pretend like Ron and Harry.
Grabbing a parchment and her quill, she began writing.
Ok
She wrote simply, sealing it, and writing his name on it. She attached it to the owl, watchign as it flew out of her bedroom window.
And so it begins She thought.
The next few chapters should be longer.
Thanks for reading!
DWMS6