Too Good
I wrote a cookie earlier today, and as I am weird I shall post it here.
It was dark. She couldn’t see anything, and she had been wandering around for at least an hour.
It had been stupid of her, she knew, to take off like she had, without telling anyone where she was going. But Ron had been talking about Viktor again, as he did every so often, and he accused her of cheating on him, and she just couldn’t take it anymore, so she left. And now, she was lost.
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Wiping her face - as she had started to cry and didn’t much fancy having streaks of ice down her cheeks - she saw a light. She had no idea who or what it was, but she was desperate and cold and tired, and so she walked towards it anyway.
“Granger, there you are!” said a voice that was familiar in a tone that was not.
“Malfoy?” she asked. “What on earth are you doing out here? It’s the middle of the night!”
“I might ask you the same question.”
“Don’t try and get clever with me, you’re no good at it,” she snapped. “What are you doing?”
“I - erm - saw Potty and the Weasel walking around looking all concerned, and so I went up to them and started in on them, and they told me to shove off, because they were looking for you.”
“That’s all fine, but why are you here?”
“I’m looking for you.”
“Why?”
“Because you weren’t there. You’re always there.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are. I could set my watch by your schedule - actually, I have on some days. It was quite amusing. But you’re more predictable than McGonagall herself.”
She sighed. “Whatever, Malfoy.”
“And besides… if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.”
“What?”
“You heard me. If you hadn’t convinced McGonagall that I acted under severe duress, I’d have been kicked out and left with the Death Eaters. I owe you.”
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She didn’t say anything for a moment. “Which way’s the castle, then?” she asked.
“Follow me,” he said, and started off in the direction he had come from. “What were you doing out here, anyway?” he asked, raising his wand above his head so they could both see the path.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Was it Potter or Weasley, then?” he asked.
“Weas - Ron,” she answered.
“Ah, troubles with your boyfriend. He’s too good for - watch it!” he said, catching her by her shoulders as she fell towards the ground. “Watch where you’re stepping, Granger, I don’t plan on carrying you back to the castle. Besides, what would Potter and Weasley say?” He smirked.
“I don’t care what they would say,” she said quietly. “It’s none of their business who I talk to.”
“Trouble within the Golden Trio? The truth comes out at last!” he laughed. “So, what is it Granger? They snogging each other every night up in that dormitory? That what got you all pissed off?”
“It’s nothing like that,” she snapped. He stopped laughing. “I’m sorry, Malfoy, it’s not you I’m mad at… wait a minute,” she said. “I can’t believe this.”
“What?”
“I’m telling you about my problems with Ron and Harry…”
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“What’s so unbelievable about that?” he asked, pretending to sound hurt.
“You’re…”
“I’m what? Witty? Charming? So damn good-looking you want to wrap your arms around me? I can see it now. ‘Oh, Draco, I love you. Please, take me now!’”
“And you’re eloquent, too.”
“So I was right. You’re madly in love with me, aren’t you, Granger?”
“Oh yes.”
“I knew it. You can’t resist my charms.”
“Who can?”
“I can.” Harry was mad; Hermione could hear it in his voice. When had they gotten to the castle?
“So can I.” Ron, on the other hand, was furious.
How much had they heard? And why were Draco and Hermione standing so close together? Oh dear, this didn’t look good.
Ron spoke first. “What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend, Malfoy?”
“Making mad passionate love,” he answered. Hermione almost punched him. This was not the time to be sarcastic.
“And Hermione, what are you doing with him?”
Draco answered before Hermione had a chance to. “I already told you, Weasley, we’re making mad passionate love. Now go away, it’s rude to interrupt.”
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“Shut up,” whispered Hermione. “I was in the forest, Ron, and he found me. That’s all.”
“Then why are your clothes all dirty?”
“I fell, you nitwit, it was dark!”
“So I’m a nitwit now? And I suppose you’ve already pledged your undying love and affection to Malfoy, I’ll just leave now.”
“Ronald Weasley! You’re being positively unreasonable!”
“No, Hermione, he’s being perfectly reasonable. After all, he owns you now. He has every right to care who you talk to, where you go, what you eat.”
Ron turned redder than his hair, and he left. Harry stayed behind just long enough to shoot Hermione a look that clearly said ‘traitor’.
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Hermione was near tears. “You shouldn’t have said that, Draco, he’ll never forgive me.”
“There’s nothing for him to forgive you for, you didn’t do anything!
“Look, he needs to realize that he doesn’t own you. You aren’t his property. You aren’t anyone’s property, you’re too good to be treated like that.”
“What did you just say?”
A light shade of colour rushed into his pale face. “I said you’re too good for that, Granger.”
“Back on last names, are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier, when you were talking to Ron… you called me Hermione.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“No, don’t apologize. I kind of liked it.”
~Jamie
It was dark. She couldn’t see anything, and she had been wandering around for at least an hour.
It had been stupid of her, she knew, to take off like she had, without telling anyone where she was going. But Ron had been talking about Viktor again, as he did every so often, and he accused her of cheating on him, and she just couldn’t take it anymore, so she left. And now, she was lost.
ll
Wiping her face - as she had started to cry and didn’t much fancy having streaks of ice down her cheeks - she saw a light. She had no idea who or what it was, but she was desperate and cold and tired, and so she walked towards it anyway.
“Granger, there you are!” said a voice that was familiar in a tone that was not.
“Malfoy?” she asked. “What on earth are you doing out here? It’s the middle of the night!”
“I might ask you the same question.”
“Don’t try and get clever with me, you’re no good at it,” she snapped. “What are you doing?”
“I - erm - saw Potty and the Weasel walking around looking all concerned, and so I went up to them and started in on them, and they told me to shove off, because they were looking for you.”
“That’s all fine, but why are you here?”
“I’m looking for you.”
“Why?”
“Because you weren’t there. You’re always there.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are. I could set my watch by your schedule - actually, I have on some days. It was quite amusing. But you’re more predictable than McGonagall herself.”
She sighed. “Whatever, Malfoy.”
“And besides… if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be here.”
“What?”
“You heard me. If you hadn’t convinced McGonagall that I acted under severe duress, I’d have been kicked out and left with the Death Eaters. I owe you.”
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She didn’t say anything for a moment. “Which way’s the castle, then?” she asked.
“Follow me,” he said, and started off in the direction he had come from. “What were you doing out here, anyway?” he asked, raising his wand above his head so they could both see the path.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Was it Potter or Weasley, then?” he asked.
“Weas - Ron,” she answered.
“Ah, troubles with your boyfriend. He’s too good for - watch it!” he said, catching her by her shoulders as she fell towards the ground. “Watch where you’re stepping, Granger, I don’t plan on carrying you back to the castle. Besides, what would Potter and Weasley say?” He smirked.
“I don’t care what they would say,” she said quietly. “It’s none of their business who I talk to.”
“Trouble within the Golden Trio? The truth comes out at last!” he laughed. “So, what is it Granger? They snogging each other every night up in that dormitory? That what got you all pissed off?”
“It’s nothing like that,” she snapped. He stopped laughing. “I’m sorry, Malfoy, it’s not you I’m mad at… wait a minute,” she said. “I can’t believe this.”
“What?”
“I’m telling you about my problems with Ron and Harry…”
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“What’s so unbelievable about that?” he asked, pretending to sound hurt.
“You’re…”
“I’m what? Witty? Charming? So damn good-looking you want to wrap your arms around me? I can see it now. ‘Oh, Draco, I love you. Please, take me now!’”
“And you’re eloquent, too.”
“So I was right. You’re madly in love with me, aren’t you, Granger?”
“Oh yes.”
“I knew it. You can’t resist my charms.”
“Who can?”
“I can.” Harry was mad; Hermione could hear it in his voice. When had they gotten to the castle?
“So can I.” Ron, on the other hand, was furious.
How much had they heard? And why were Draco and Hermione standing so close together? Oh dear, this didn’t look good.
Ron spoke first. “What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend, Malfoy?”
“Making mad passionate love,” he answered. Hermione almost punched him. This was not the time to be sarcastic.
“And Hermione, what are you doing with him?”
Draco answered before Hermione had a chance to. “I already told you, Weasley, we’re making mad passionate love. Now go away, it’s rude to interrupt.”
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“Shut up,” whispered Hermione. “I was in the forest, Ron, and he found me. That’s all.”
“Then why are your clothes all dirty?”
“I fell, you nitwit, it was dark!”
“So I’m a nitwit now? And I suppose you’ve already pledged your undying love and affection to Malfoy, I’ll just leave now.”
“Ronald Weasley! You’re being positively unreasonable!”
“No, Hermione, he’s being perfectly reasonable. After all, he owns you now. He has every right to care who you talk to, where you go, what you eat.”
Ron turned redder than his hair, and he left. Harry stayed behind just long enough to shoot Hermione a look that clearly said ‘traitor’.
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Hermione was near tears. “You shouldn’t have said that, Draco, he’ll never forgive me.”
“There’s nothing for him to forgive you for, you didn’t do anything!
“Look, he needs to realize that he doesn’t own you. You aren’t his property. You aren’t anyone’s property, you’re too good to be treated like that.”
“What did you just say?”
A light shade of colour rushed into his pale face. “I said you’re too good for that, Granger.”
“Back on last names, are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Earlier, when you were talking to Ron… you called me Hermione.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“No, don’t apologize. I kind of liked it.”
~Jamie