Not everything is about you, Mulder.
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rsadelle"Granger, look at this." Draco held up something that some ancestor must have thought useful.
"What is that?" Hermione came to him for a closer look.
"I don't know." Draco pushed a knob and what might have been the thing's mouth snapped, startling a laugh out of Hermione. "Something useful, no doubt." He thrust the thing toward her and pushed the knob again.
Hermione retreated. She snatched a conveniently placed wooden sword off the wall and used it to defend herself.
"A sword is no match for this." Draco swung the thing at her and attempted to get its jaws to close around the sword.
"You don't even know what it is," Hermione managed around her laughter.
"I don't have to know what it is to defeat you with it," he pointed out with a jab that nearly got past her guard.
They didn't notice the house-elf enter the room.
"Harry Potter, sir, ma'am," the house-elf announced. Their laughter cut off as if someone had flipped a switch. Hermione put the sword down on a chair, and Draco put the thing, whatever it was meant to be, down with it.
"Harry," Hermione greeted.
Draco could see her hands trembling. Potter, of course, didn't notice. It would take something rather more dramatic to get his attention.
"I heard you were living with him," Harry said, his mouth twisting in disgust.
"I haven't heard anything about you," Hermione answered coolly. She reached out and grabbed Draco's arm as he started to leave. "Stay."
"He's Malfoy!" Harry protested.
"Yes," Hermione answered. "I do know who he is."
"What are you doing with him?" Harry demanded.
Hermione pushed her sleeves up and held out her wrists to show Harry the scars she hadn't let Madame Pomfrey smooth away. "I slit my wrists," she told him.
Harry's face registered the appropriate amount of shock. "You--"
"I tried to kill myself," she said. "Draco knew I was suicidal. He told the professors and they had a watch-spell on me." She took a step toward Harry. "He saved my life," she said fiercely. "You disappeared, and he was there for me."
"What about Ron?" Harry challenged.
"Ron's dead," she said flatly.
"So you're just going to move on to Malfoy?"
"I haven't 'just' done anything," she told him, her voice rising into a yell. "I went through hell, and he was the only one who cared about me!"
"You're a traitor," Harry accused. He slammed the heavy door behind him as he left the room.
The echoes were still fading away when Draco pushed a folded square of linen into Hermione's hand. She unfolded the handkerchief with its familiar monogram and used it to wipe her eyes.
"What is that?" Hermione came to him for a closer look.
"I don't know." Draco pushed a knob and what might have been the thing's mouth snapped, startling a laugh out of Hermione. "Something useful, no doubt." He thrust the thing toward her and pushed the knob again.
Hermione retreated. She snatched a conveniently placed wooden sword off the wall and used it to defend herself.
"A sword is no match for this." Draco swung the thing at her and attempted to get its jaws to close around the sword.
"You don't even know what it is," Hermione managed around her laughter.
"I don't have to know what it is to defeat you with it," he pointed out with a jab that nearly got past her guard.
They didn't notice the house-elf enter the room.
"Harry Potter, sir, ma'am," the house-elf announced. Their laughter cut off as if someone had flipped a switch. Hermione put the sword down on a chair, and Draco put the thing, whatever it was meant to be, down with it.
"Harry," Hermione greeted.
Draco could see her hands trembling. Potter, of course, didn't notice. It would take something rather more dramatic to get his attention.
"I heard you were living with him," Harry said, his mouth twisting in disgust.
"I haven't heard anything about you," Hermione answered coolly. She reached out and grabbed Draco's arm as he started to leave. "Stay."
"He's Malfoy!" Harry protested.
"Yes," Hermione answered. "I do know who he is."
"What are you doing with him?" Harry demanded.
Hermione pushed her sleeves up and held out her wrists to show Harry the scars she hadn't let Madame Pomfrey smooth away. "I slit my wrists," she told him.
Harry's face registered the appropriate amount of shock. "You--"
"I tried to kill myself," she said. "Draco knew I was suicidal. He told the professors and they had a watch-spell on me." She took a step toward Harry. "He saved my life," she said fiercely. "You disappeared, and he was there for me."
"What about Ron?" Harry challenged.
"Ron's dead," she said flatly.
"So you're just going to move on to Malfoy?"
"I haven't 'just' done anything," she told him, her voice rising into a yell. "I went through hell, and he was the only one who cared about me!"
"You're a traitor," Harry accused. He slammed the heavy door behind him as he left the room.
The echoes were still fading away when Draco pushed a folded square of linen into Hermione's hand. She unfolded the handkerchief with its familiar monogram and used it to wipe her eyes.
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