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Here's Chapter 5…

One Wrong Move

Chapter 5

Greg didn't show up at first period Transfiguration next day; nor was he around at the first break between Transfiguration and Potions. While Hermione and Draco, Lavender and Vincent searched for him everywhere, they had no idea where he possible could have been.

'Hey,' Laura said very sweetly to Gregory ― maybe too sweetly for someone three years too young.

'Hey… Laura. Umm… I don't know if this is such a good idea. I mean you're kind of―'

'Young?' She finished for him raising an eyebrow. 'Look Greg,' she took a step toward him, 'all my life ― so far ― people have been telling me that I'm too young for this, too small for that, too young to understand anything, but I'm not. I'm almost 15 years old. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can take care of myself… mostly.' She took two steps, three, four, until she was right in front of him. She looked up into his face and before he could stop himself, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on her lips. He pulled away and looked at her shocked with himself. 'Now that wasn't so hard, was it?' she asked smiling.

Greg smiled and shook his head. He placed his hand on the side of her soft cheek and tangled his fingers lightly in her hair and kissed her again this time lingering and feeling the warmth of her small lips moving with his. This was going to be a hell of a lot easier than he thought it was.

At precisely 2 o'clock, Mr. and Mrs. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy entered the school with a very strong air of purpose. In fact, they barged into third period Divination.

'Ex… excuse me?' stuttered Professor Trelawny, adjusting her thick spectacles on her crooked nose. 'May I help you with something?'

'I want my son,' Draco's mother whimpered as an unnecessary, overly dramatic tear slid down her cheek.

'Dear,' Lucius said placing a hand on his wife's shoulder, 'I can handle this please. Draco!' he looked at his son with horrible piercing eyes, 'come with me this very instant and get away from that… thing.' He jabbed a clammy, white finger at Hermione. He swung his black cloak as he turned around and left through the attic door.

Draco raised his head, looked ahead and squeezing Hermione's hand he got up and followed after his father. Little did she know that was the last time she would see him for a very long time.

At lunch Hermione didn't eat. She only rolled her food around her plate and when Gregory all of the sudden sat down beside her with Laura beside him smiling away she didn't even look up from her plate.

'Where on earth have you been Greg?' Vincent asked looking at him with growing suspicion.

'Umm… nowhere… of consequence,' he breathed back as Laura giggled.

Vincent sighed. 'I don't even want to know.'

'Neither do I,' Lavender shuddered.

'Hey,' said Gregory, 'where's Mal… foy…' he stopped himself, but a little too late. Hermione looked up with renewed tears in her eyes. 'Oh no, Hermione, I'm so sorry. I didn't know.'

'Of course you didn't. While you and Laura were busy snogging and doing goodness knows what else, Lucius and Narcissa walked straight into Divination and order him out of the attic. Only God knows what's going on. What if I never see him again?'

'Hermione I'm so sorry,' Lavender said for the 6 millionth time.

Hermione had had enough of all the sympathy. She slammed her fists on the table and stood up shaking the table. She ran from the hall and out to the Gryffindor Common Room. She locked herself into the bathroom and struggled with the taps on the bathtub. After getting the water to a somewhat agreeable temperature, she stripped her uniformal tie, but she wouldn't get much further before completely breaking down. She screamed into her hands, barley muffling her screams of terror. This was a worse feeling than the feeling of betrayal. She felt like this was her chance to give up completely and this time Draco wouldn't be there to stop her but it wasn't like he would be coming back. His father was a death eater and there was nothing in her power to stop him from making Draco one too.

Hermione was finally able to slink out of her clothes and into the hot tub. She lay there looking up at the ceiling making up shapes with her mind in the wood. She had never felt so alone even when she had all the people she ever needed, except the one she needed most. There was a soft muffled knocking on the wooden door and a small voice said,

'Hermione? Can I come in?' It was Lavender.

Hermione said nothing so Lavender opened the door anyway. At the sight of Hermione, she put down her head closed the door behind her and walked to the bathtub sitting down beside it. Hermione still said nothing. Her head rolled from looking at the wall to look up towards the ceiling.

'You know what hurts most about a broken heart?'

Lavender looked at her eyebrows slightly pursed. Hermione looked at her a tear rolling down her cheek, 'Not knowing what you felt like before.' And then she cracked and she started crying again. Lavender could only think of doing one thing, so she sat up on her knees and hugged Hermione. This whole scene would have been very awkward to anyone who walked in but Hermione didn't care and neither did Lavender.

Lavender sat behind Hermione on Hermione's bed combing Hermione's hair for her. Hermione was hunched over, her face red and puffy and her eyes still a little wet.

'Do you think he's coming back?' Hermione said.

'I don't know,' replied Lavender.

'I don't know if I want him to.'

'What?' Lavender was shocked.

Hermione turned to look at her. 'What if he's not the same? What if his mother and father have turned him bad? What if it's better I don't see him again?'

'Hermione don't say that. He will always be yours and you will always be his, no questions asked. He loves you Hermione, don't give up.'

'I don't know what to think then,' she said turning back around. 'My whole world is falling, Lavender and Draco isn't here to build up the old stone walls again.'

Lavender raised herself up high into her knees and hugged Hermione around the back. 'I am though,' was all she said.

In classes the next day Hermione, Lavender, Vincent and Gregory all took their seats at the back of the room where they sat for everything now in their own little integrated corner. Half way through first period Transfiguration, Hermione got what she had been dreadfully wishing for. Draco waltzed in behind his father. His father literally escorted him to sit with the Slytherines and once he was in his seat getting his books out, Mr. Malfoy marched, not strolled, marched to the front of the room and spoke harshly to Professor Migonigal and, with a sweep of his long black cloak, he was gone. Hermione glanced over at Draco. He sat alone at the back of the room starring at his desk top. He didn't dare look up to make eye contact with anyone. Not even the professor. Hermione felt her eyes start to moisten. He was different! She could already tell. She didn't know what to do. She would talk to him after class and see what happened.

As soon as the bell rang, Hermione ran out the doors before anyone else. She hid flat against the wall behind a small outcrop so no one could fully recognize her unless they walked past. The whole class was empty. No one else walked by. Hermione peeked around the corner and didn't see anyone in the hall the other way. She heard the professors' office door close, so she strode back into the classroom. Draco was still sitting in his seat. Hermione walked up to him slowly and put a hand on his shoulder. He didn't even flinch at the feeling or look up to see who was touching him.

'Draco?' He didn't say anything. 'Draco, please?'

'Go away Hermione. Leave me be.'

'No Draco I will not! You can't tell me to leave you when you know as much as I do that you don't want me to go.'

'Oh but I do want you to go!'

'W… what?'

'I don't want you Hermione!' the sincerity in his voice stung like a thousand bees.

'You really don't mean that! Y… you can't… you love me Draco don't you remember?'

He laughed an evil low laugh, 'the willingness to believe anything is my description of a muggles mind. You`re so stupid to think that a man as high in status in the wizarding world as me could ever, would ever love a dirty muggle like you.`