A Malfoy and a Mudblood Chapter 11 - HOTNLulu

Hermione turned to see Ron looking at her in the strangest way. His eyes were wistful and dreamy, but you could see he was trying his best to look angry.

Hermione considered how to address him. Ron would certainly not do - that was much too cordial and friendly. Ronald would be acceptable at the very least. Weasley seemed fine, though Hermione was severely against calling Ron by his last name. Weaselbee or anything else of that kind would certainly cause a fight to break out between her and herself. She decided on Ronald.

“Hello Ronald. Do you want anything from me? Perhaps some homework to copy?”

“No-no I- I-...”

Hermione remained cold and distant.

“Get your act together Ronald and tell me what you want.”

Ron took a small box out of his pocket and placed it on the table before leaving. Hermione opened it tentatively and found a single strawberry.

The arse! Hermione thought. She threw it away with disdain. Even if I had been fooled by his nasty trick I wouldn’t trust him.

Hermione turned back to the Muggle book section and picked out Jane Eyre. It had been 6 years since she had read it and she remembered enjoying it thoroughly, being Jane and Mr Rochester and Mrs. Fairfax and Adele. She smiled at the thought of her previous childhood years. They seemed so long ago yet as if they were yesterday.

She opened the book.

“PREFACE

A preface to the first edition of “Jane Eyre” being unnecessary, I gave none: this second edition demands a few words both of acknowledgment and miscellaneous remark…”

Hermione read on until Chapter 23, when she realized that she had missed the first five minutes of a class. She rushed up to the Charms classroom when she remembered that this was free period. She sighed and clumped back over to the library’s Muggle Section, where a certain blonde-haired ferret was leaning. Hermione sighed in frustration.

“Hello Draco! May I ask what you are doing here?”

“Probably the same thing as you, Hermione. Just reading.” He answered without turning round.

“What are you reading?”

“Jane Eyre. Someone carelessly left it open at the table where you usually sit.”

Hermione fumed and wanted to yell at him to get out, but, first of all, this was a library, and, second, she needed to keep up the act of being head over heels with him.

“Oh, silly me! I must have left it there! I forgot this morning was a free period. Anyway, I’m surprised you’ve ever heard of Jane Eyre!”

“Oh, my mother used to read snatches of it to me whenever Father wasn’t around. He disapproved greatly of doing, reading or watching anything Muggle.”

“Hmm.”

“What do you mean by ‘hmm’?” Draco turned around now.

“Nothing! Just the usual thinking ‘hmm’.”

Draco looked at her skeptically. Hermione stared him back down.

“Hmph! Even with that stupid love potion she’s got fire,” Draco muttered, probably to himself.

“Sorry, what was that?” Hermione had heard perfectly, but wanted to continue playing this fun little game.

“Nothing,” Draco sighed.

“Hmmkay.”

Draco turned to her.

“Wanna play a game?”