183Green and Silver Tie
A/N: I know what you're thinking; "oh my gosh, a new chapter"! Well, not exactly, but here it is nonetheless, so dig in!
Chapter Two
Finally, finally, Potions was over.
The moment Snape announced that they could go, Weasley had jumped up from his wooden chair and marched away swiftly in one rapid motion. Malfoy, who'd been placed by poor Neville, immediately strolled smugly to meet his companion by the door.
The second before the two Slytherin bastards, she caught a sneer on Weasley's face, whose eyes narrowed at her dangerously.
She glared back with a gaze that could break stone.
"Hermione?" she heard Harry ask behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.
"What?" the anger she felt for Weasley poured into that one word, making it turn a little too hateful for her liking.
They had collected their items quickly and left the classroom before Snape got the opportunity to dock more points. She could feel the Professor's sneaky eyes on her back as she exited the dusty classroom she'd spent two hours inside. The fact that Weasley hadn't mocked her once after his threat made her want to vomit. She knew the saying 'calm before the storm'.
"How was it?" initiated Harry with a sympatric grin.
Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she was thrown out of her Weasley-induced rant, "How was what?"
Harry chuckled loudly, his green eyes twinkling, "Have you displaced it already? Sitting with Weasley must surely give you traumas,"
"He threatened me at first," she used all her power to mimic Weasley's cold voice, "Don't touch me, Mudblood. Your filthy blood could rub off on my monstrous ego,"
The two looked each other in the eye before both of them were thrown into a laughing fit. Miniature tears sprung from Hermione's eyes as she doubled over and giggled whole-heartedly. Harry let out a last snort before he complained about his seating, "I begin to think Snape put me with Goyle because he wants my grade to fall. You have no idea how stupid he is, but at least he's not a Malfoy or, worse, a Weasley,"
"Sitting with Malfoy could've been worse for me. He wouldn't have stopped pestering me until the lessons were over. At least Weasley shut his foul mouth after a while,"
"Did he just ignore you?" he inquired, "at least that's a plus,"
Hermione nodded. They turned a corner swiftly, arriving in one of the darker hallways in Hogwarts. A gust of air made her brown, frizzy hair whip Harry in the face. She could spot a torch on the wall on the opposite end where it was giving off a dim lighting. She turned around to face Harry, the darkness making her senses alarmed.
"Harry," her eyes flashed in the direction of the lonely torch, "I don't think this is where we came from two hours ago…"
He opened his mouth, but the second he was about to utter an answer, he leapt forward and pulled her around the corner forcefully. She yelped in surprise, but his hand already covered her mouth. Hermione stared at him with wide eyes, standing still as a statue. He released her slowly, letting her calm down, before putting a finger to his mouth.
"I don't know how, Ron!" she heard a desperate voice from the abandoned hallway whisper fiercely.
"Hell if I know either!" she heard Weasley hiss back, "Why the bloody hell would you drag me into this?"
There was a pause and she heard something collide with the wall, "Fuck you. He gave me this mission and now I have to do it. You're my fucking friend. You know what'll happen if I don't complete it,"
Weasley growled, making Hermione shudder and goosebumps appear on her forearms, "Then how am I supposed to help you if I don't know how, Draco?" the malice poured from his friend's name, making Hermione stifle a gasp.
"I'm sorry," surprisingly, Malfoy sounded apologetic, "but you got to help me, you have to,"
"Why?" Weasley asked coldly, before he suddenly sounded dismayed, "Shit. You didn't tell him I'd help, did you?"
"I'm sorry, but what was I supposed to do? Do it alone and possibly get killed?" Malfoy's hysterical voice became a vocal lighter. Her ears perked in interest, adrenaline running through her veins. The danger of getting caught made her throat close and her mouth run dry. If they found her and Harry eavesdropping on their very private conversation, she was certain they wouldn't hesitate before killing them with an Avada.
Weasley let out a string of curses and replied in a strained voice, "Now the both of us are getting killed! You just had to drag me down with you, hadn't you?"
Tense silence filled the air. Harry and Hermione exchanged wide-eyed looks. She swallowed hard, willing the water to return to her mouth. Their breaths were small and sharp, almost impossible to pick up through the Slytherins' discussion. What were they talking about?
A sharp "fuck" startled her as she heard Malfoy slide down the stone wall. "Bloody hell, how are we getting out of this?"
Weasley sounded genuinely infuriated as he let out another colourful string of curses, each become more severe than the last, "Holy fuck, Draco, what were you thinking?"
"I don't know, I don't know!"
"Fuck it, there's no way out. We just got to do it,"
"Ron," Malfoy whispered in a tone Hermione didn't like. She had to collect all her willpower for her ears to perceive what had just been said. Malfoy's voice became harder to decipher as he whispered rapidly from somewhere in the dark corridor.
"…ody…eave…dropp…"
Hermione's brows furrowed and she turned to look at Harry's bewildered face. His eyes widened and he stuck his hand in his pocket in a haste, fishing for something urgently.
…ody…eave…dropp…
…body…eavesdrop...
…Somebody eavesdropping!
Hermione's equally panicked eyes met Harry's frantic ones. She heard footsteps from the opposite side of the corridor. If they were lucky enough, they could run for it. Unfortunately, Malfoy and Weasley were both on the Quidditch team. She wasn't.
Hermione's haggard heartbeat drummed like rain on a car roof in the dark. She had completely stopped breathing and her lungs felt like they were going to explode. Her throat closed, harshly killing her airways. Harry searched in his pockets like his life depended on it. She was glued to the floor, her tense body frozen in unnerving, pure panic.
Then, Harry found what he'd been looking for.
Hermione released her breath as they pulled the black carpet over their heads. A blonde head peaked at them from behind the corner, the intense eyes burning through their escape. She could feel his nauseating gaze claw on her eyelids.
Hermione felt her panic-stricken body tense up, inhaling sharply before – with a sigh of relief – Malfoy's grey eyes travelled past them without a second glance. Lastly, the blonde Slytherin glared in the direction they'd come from and returned to face Weasley.
"How much worse could this day possibly get? Now there's some giddy person running around with our bloody mission," Malfoy finally said, his voice wavering with rage.
"Since you ask," Weasley answered bitterly, "I have to survive Potions with goody two-shoes Granger for the rest of the year,"
A/N: Thanks for all reviews! Your support is glorious. Keep on and the chapters will come like pearls on a thread! If you're interested, go check out my other Romione as well:)