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Full Summary: During detention, Malfoy goes to far, and Hermione casts a spell. Now, until he can learn what he truly is, how she truly sees him, he's doomed to hear her song in his head. The problem? He won't let her help. Can she point him in the right direction before he goes insane?

Pairings:DracoxHermione/HermionexRon/RonxLuna/LunaxCedric/CedricxCho/ChoxHarry/HarryxGinny/GinnyxBlaise/BlaisexPansy/PansyxDraco (lots, aren't there?)

A/N: The events of books one through four did happen, but Cedric, for obvious reasons, did not die. Voldemort is alive, though, and Harry won the TriWizard Tournament, not that it really matters for this story, but just in case you wanted to know.

You Think You Own Whatever Land You Land On; The Earth Is Just A Dead Thing You Can Claim

"Miss Granger! You now have a detention for helping your boyfriend correct a mistake he should have been able to catch on his own!" Snape's harsh voice came from the other end of the room, but his billowing robes brought him to stand at her cauldron by the time his order was given.

His beetle black eyes bore into Hermione's cinnamon brown ones as she attempted to stand defiantly and not cringe back from the greasy-haired git standing in front of her. The proud prefect refused to give in to him, to give him the satisfaction of breaking her spirit.

"You will be scrubbing the dungeon floors; seven o'clock. Do not be late." He swept away and she let out the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding in.

"Don't worry, Hermione. That git has just been waiting for an opportunity to get you," Harry patted his friend on the shoulder. "After all, he's already got Ron cleaning bedpans and me in the trophy room."

"Yeah, he's got it in for the golden trio 'cause he's never been anything but silver!" She smiled at her boyfriend of three months. They had gotten together at Harry's birthday that summer, but lately, he had been distant, like something else was on his mind.

School, she dismissed the thought as. However, something in the back of her mind told her that wasn't it.

That summer, many other couples had been formed. Draco Malfoy's best friend, Blaise Zabini, had broken up with some Luna Lovegood, an odd combination, and begun dating Ginny. Draco himself was dating Pansy Parkinson.

Luna Lovegood was now dating Cedric Diggory and her best friend, Cho Chang, was with her other best friend, Harry. Everyone was actually rather happy except for the part where the Gryffindor trio was forced to get along with the Slytherin's for Ginny's sake, though Harry had a harder time than most others. Hermione believed it was Ginny dating Blaise that drove him up a roof, but didn't say anything for fear of ruining his relationship with Cho.

All in all, though, the ten friends and enemies were pleasantly paired with another and were, more or less, happy.

At least, they should have been.

"Miss Granger, you know your duty. Please hand me your wand and get to it." At her protest of giving up the thirteen and a half inch piece of wood, he held up his hand and snapped that she could retrieve it when the dungeon floors were as clean as the day Hogwarts' was built.

She muttered under her breath about greasy potion masters as he swept out of the room, docking ten points when he heard her. The soapy bucket of water was charmed to keep full and cleanse the water so she wouldn't have to go anywhere. As she surveyed the room, she knew Harry and Ron would make it back to the Common Room for bed before she did; she'd be lucky to make curfew.

Eventually, she realized staring the bucket down would not make it disappear or, better yet, do the work for her, so she sighed and got on her hands and knees began scrubbing. After awhile, the work became easy, and her thoughts drifted to different subjects, school obviously coming first.

But then her thoughts drifted closer to home. She wondered if her parents were okay. Voldemort was back, and every day more and more muggles were in danger of being attacked by random death eater attacks. She remembered back to when she was a little girl, falling out of trees and never getting hurt, locking the door without touching it when she was angry with her parents…watching Disney movies.

She rolled through a list in her mind of all the videos she watched as a child, laughing at some and crying when she thought of others. The song of one in particular came to the forefront of her mind and she began humming it. Then she was softly speaking. Then she was singing.

You think you own whatever land you land on

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know every rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the Earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brother

The Haren and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?

Or let the eagle tell you where he's been?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow?

If you cut it down then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper-skinned

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still all you'll own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colors of wind

"Hey, Mudblood, you can't enjoy detention!" She was snapped from her small reminiscing to find a pale-haired blonde teen standing in the doorway, sneering at her. "Severus has asked me to oversee your detention, though I have much better things to do, his needs are more important, so get to it!"

"I never stopped until you got here, so if you would leave me alone, I would let you get back to your precious Pansy!" She spat the name, though she didn't know why. Truthfully, she shouldn't care one way or the other about Pansy besides the Slytherin fact, but that never stopped her from getting to know people, and it didn't stop Ginny; look at her boyfriend!

"Don't tell me what to do, Mudblood! That's my job!" He looked rather happy about the fact that he had complete control over her until she finished the floors, and as he brandished not one, but two wands from his robe sleeve, she realized she was completely and utterly screwed.

Reluctantly, she sighed and went back to cleaning the floors, already halfway done after only forty-five minutes. If she could do that without Malfoy, with him would take double the time to finish the last half, so she should be back at Gryffindor Tower by nine thirty!

Brightened by that thought, she began scrubbing harder, hoping to avoid any mess with Malfoy, but of course, it was not to be.

"So what song was your horrid Mudblood voice singing?"

"Not that I have any reason to tell you, but it was a song from a video I used to watch when I was growing up. Videos are muggle things, though, so I don't expect you to know what it is." He snorted.

"Just because I'm prejudiced doesn't mean I don't know about the race I'm against. I know the basics, like a television and a telephone and an automobile." He looked insulted at her amazed facial features. Apparently, she should have known he actually knew what he was prejudiced against.

"Don't look so surprised; through all that, you're still a bunch of stupid Mudbloods." Then again, he was also still an ass, so that one redeeming quality could be overlooked so she could still see him as a completely biased idiot.

"I'm going to ignore you now, and hope you do the same for me. If not, I hope you enjoy one-sided conversations." With that, she went back to humming the tune under her breath and cleaning with only a fourth of the room to go.

"You can't just ignore me! I'm Draco Malfoy, and nobody ignores a Malfoy." She continued to do just that. Ten minutes later, just as she was a minute from finishing, he yelled "And would you stop singing that horrid tune! It's grating my nerves and I don't think I can stand much more of it!" She stood and faced him with an evil Granger glare.

"Lucky for you, Malfoy, I'm finished, now if you would hand me back my wand…" He didn't even have time to respond. The last time he had been fixed with that glare, he had found himself with a large shiner on his right eye from her beautiful right hook, not that he would tell her that. She grabbed her wand and stormed for the doorway.

Before she walked out, though, she turned to him, smirking. "Just because I'm done, doesn't mean my song is. I hope you enjoy this, Malfoy, because you're going to hear it until you figure out the meaning. Escucha mi canción!" As she walked out, she ignored the fact that the pale teen was grasping his head like there was an oncoming headache.

There was something coming, but it was no headache. What was swarming his mind was not something that could be solved by a painkiller, because it was the lyrics to the song she had just sung. The words floated through, repeating themselves over and over in her lyrical voice until he thought he was going to go insane.

And the only one who could fix it had just walked from the dungeons into enemy territory.

Ten minutes later, the lyrics became softer, but did not subside. At least he could concentrate on other things. He would need to look this up later, because he highly doubted he could make it long with that stupid muggle song!

He grabbed his wand, moved the bucket to Snape's desk and walked down to his dorm, where his girlfriend was most likely waiting for him.

Lucky for him.

During the Hogsmeade trip, Hermione made sure to stay as far from Draco Malfoy as possible. The thought of what she had done plagued her all night.

Not only had she cast a spell on a fellow student, but it was irreversible! He would have to figure out the meaning behind the song before it would stop, and for him, it was very improbable he had the humility to even consider it. The escucha mi canción spell, or "Hear My Song," was designed by women who were tired of men not knowing what they felt, so they created the song spell to teach the men that if they couldn't learn to feel their hurt at being ignored or laughed at, they would live with it the rest of their lives.

But Draco Malfoy was not a lover. He was not even her friend for Merlin's sake! He just pissed her off to the point where she had to show him what it meant to be a good person, and now he would live with the god-forsaken spell forever!

Unless she helped him.

She snorted into her Butterbeer, earning her odd looks from the others at the table. The fact that she would even consider helping him when he clearly deserved it was enough to make anyone laugh, though! That he would even consider letting her help was laughable.

She was supposed to be the good guy…girl…person. She was supposed to do the right thing, but damn, when it came to Malfoy, choosing the right thing was so difficult, it almost wasn't worth it.

But what if he didn't realize she was helping him? She was smart enough to maneuver him into the meaning of the song, teach him what it meant, literally and to her, and get him out of it.

Would he let her near enough to do so, though?

The group, consisting of Harry, Cho, Cedric, Luna, Ron, and Hermione, headed out to the Shrieking Shack. Ginny and Blaise were on a date, celebrating Blaise's birthday alone, and Draco and Pansy never hung out with the group.

Hermione excused herself to wander around the building to the other side, claiming she needed to be alone for a few minutes, not that anyone noticed; Ron seemed too wrapped up in Diggory's girlfriend to care about his own. Was that what was distracting him lately?

The over-stressed teen shook her head. She could only deal with so many social issues before it affected her homework, and that just wouldn't do!

Just as she was about to look up, she collided with another solid object and nearly fell before two arms gripped her painfully around the wrists, keeping her standing. She looked up to thank her "savior," but found it to be the devil himself and closed her mouth immediately. Against her better judgment, though, she muttered, barely audible, a thanks, which caused the other teen across from her to smirk and give her a whatever look.

"You're on my space, Mudblood." She glared at him.

"What makes this your space, Malfoy?"

"Because I claimed it," he answered haughtily. He really thought he owned the damn place!

"What, so you think you own whatever land you stand on? Like it's just something you can claim?" She didn't even realize how similar that sounded to the song until she'd said it.

"Pretty much, now move." He was getting impatient with the girl, but something she said had bothered him, and he was eager to get away from her so she wouldn't see his discomfort. It would have to be her that left, though. He couldn't have her thinking that he would lower himself to leaving just because she told him to.

"Whatever. My friends are probably looking for me. You know, friends? People who actually like to hang around you?" She turned and stomped away, her tennis shoes making a cushioned thud on the grass as she did so.

When she was finally out of sight, he contemplated her words. He did have the habit of saying wherever he stood was his land. But it was Malfoy right! He was rich and in power, therefore, he could have anything he wanted!

But how many other rich people did that? He shuddered when he realized only one other person ever did that; his father.

The vile man that had whipped him into shape for being a perfect Death Eater served on a platter to the Dark Lord. Just because he was prejudiced against Muggleborns didn't mean he automatically wanted to side with that egotistical ass. It just meant the way he wanted to be his own side in the upcoming war and stay out of it, choosing to jeer and cheer at the losing and winning sides respectively.

In short, though, he hated his father. And he hated his mother for standing by and watching what happened to him happen. But he had quickly learned to stand self-sufficiently and how had he done that?

By acting just like the man he had despised since he was old enough to know what the word meant.

Why did he claim what was never his? Because it gave him sign of power? A way of showing his birthright above all the others? A way of being an ass?

Had it really taken a Mudblood to knock that into him? And in two, short sentences, too!

But it wasn't just those sentences that were replaying in his head. It was the song that hadn't stopped repeating since last night. As it started over again, he realized why it hadn't taken long for her words to sink in. It was because they already had.

You think you own whatever land you land on,

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim…

As the song began again, three and a half minutes later, he noticed where those two lines should have been, there was only music.

What was going on?

A/N: Will he figure it out? Who knows?

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