A Malfoy and a Mudblood Chapter 10 - HOTNLulu

Hermione sat down next to Draco, kissing him lightly on the cheek. She helped herself to some bacon, lightly buttered toast, scrambled eggs, baked beans and sausages.

“Hi Draco!”

“Gr-Hermione.”

“Why aren’t you eating?” Hermione saw that his plate was empty. She took a piece of toast and tried to feed it to him.

“No, no. I’m fine. I’ll just take this.”

Draco reached out to the fruit bowl and took a green apple. He bit into it. Hermione shrugged and put the piece of toast on his plate anyway. She looked to the Gryffindor table and saw Ron looking at her wide-eyed. Curious, she thought. He would know that she would be sitting at the Slytherin table. Unless…

Hermione got the impression from Ron’s shocked face that her being part of the Slytherin table today hadn’t been part of his plan. Maybe, just maybe Ron had thought he’d brewed a day-long potion, just long enough for everyone to start hating her. That’s why, Hermione resolved. Well, all the better. Now, Ron was under the impression that Hermione would love Draco for the rest of her life if she wasn’t given the antidote.

Once she’d finished her breakfast, she kissed Draco on his forehead and skipped off, probably to the library.

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Draco saw Hermione come into the Great Hall with Weaslette by her side. He had to admit, she looked gorgeous. He had noticed that her bushy mane that she used to call hair had naturally calmed down and now, if not sleek and smooth, was not as frizzy and uncontrollable as it used to be. She was wearing a crop top and skater skirt, but still had sheer tights on. Her makeup matched her shoes.

Draco stared at her until she came and sat next to him.

“Hi Draco.”

Draco took a moment to take in that she had just spoken to him.

“Gr-Hermione.”

She then noticed that his plate was empty of food. He hadn’t eaten yet. She took a piece of buttered toast and tried to feed it to him, but he took a green apple from the fruit bowl instead just to calm her down. She looked satisfied with that.

Draco savored the amazing sweet-and-sourness of his apple, letting the juice trickle lazily down his chin before wiping it off. How he loved green apples. He saw Hermione wolf down her breakfast, yet remaining elegant, unlike Weaselbee. He looked over at the Gryffindork table and saw the red-head gaping at her openly. There was a bit of porridge on his chin. Draco shuddered at the thought of having to see him eat three times every day.

He felt Hermione kiss him on the forehead and walked out of the room, bringing nearly all the boys’ gaping mouths and hungry eyes behind her.

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Hermione sighed in relief when she reached the library, and took her usual seat. She then heard whispers of her name and words I probably shouldn’t mention. She rolled her eyes, but knew what to do.

“AAAA” she shouted.

Sure enough, the librarian, Madame Pince, came fast-walking to the place where the boys were standing.

“Out! Out!” she hissed, waving them away.

Hermione nodded her head in thanks and turned to the section she always sat with her back to. Her favorite section - the muggle books. The school used to not even have a muggle section, but thanks to a petition Hermione created with Harry and a few other Muggle-borns, Dumbledore put it there.

Dumbledore. Hermione could still see his still body, his wonderful brain lost forever. Of course, they had his portrait, but that would never be the same.

For the second time that year, a voice she did not want to hear snapped her out of her reverie.

“Hermione?”