Nox | Dramione

Chapter 27: I think Nott

            

Hermione's eyes locked with the brown one's that took stance before her. Abruptly, she stood up – taking her wand from her pocket – pointing it at the person in front.

"Calm down, I mean no harm." He said, raising his hands in defense. Her jaw clenched, and her eyes growing angrier.

"Last time I heard from you, you were roaming around Italy with your parents," She said through gritted teeth. He chuckled at her.

"I knew Draco would've told you something – surprised that he hadn't shagged you earlier, really."

"What do you mean?" She asked, gripping her wand tightly. "What do you mean, Nott?" She yelled at him.

"Blaise had been writing to me whilst I was in Germany, actually," He smirked up at her, her wand still pointed directly at him. "Told me how you two had been appointed heads – he bet four galleons that you two would've shagged after the Winter holidays – I bet two months before," Hermione had enough. They had been betting on her and Draco, but what came to mind straight away was, had Draco been a part of this?

"I didn't kno-

"Pissing off Hermione already?" A voice came from behind her, she turned to see the dark Slytherin smirking at his best friend. He looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile. His eyes snapped to her wand, smirking once again. "He means no harm, I've actually owled him to come – after, what happened." He said hesitantly. Hermione nodded, lowering her wand.

"Draco was a part of this bet, was he not?" Hermione asked, placing her wand in her robe pockets. Blaise looked at Nott and chuckled.

"You told her?" Theodore laughed and nodded. Blaise then turned back to Hermione, "Draco doesn't know I have been owling Theo, let alone about the bet." Hermione nodded, she picked up her books from the floor and began taking her leave.

"Granger," Theo said, looking down at the girl – he was fairly taller than her – it was a form of intimidation, Hermione thought, but it wasn't working. "       I've actually come to help with the Draco issue." Hermione shot him a curious stare.

"Why would you do such thing, may I ask?"

"I don't like Pansy Parkinson – I don't like her mother, but most of all, I want to piss off Draco." He smirked at her. Rolling her eyes, she nodded.

"Okay, but how are we going to do that?"

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Draco was sitting in the Great Hall for Divination – McGonagall was out at the ministry for the day, so Transfiguration had merged with Divinations. He was sitting at the Slytherin table by himself, Parkinson was feeling ill after Potions, so she headed to the common room. Finally free from her. He looked around, seeing some of his Slytherin companions – he looked up, seeing that Harry and Weasley were very much by themselves, no Hermione to accompany them. His heart tightened, remembering the moment she lay eyes on him and Parkinson after the snog – better yet, he was really quite annoyed but also, impressed with her right hook. His nose had been relocated with a quick Episkey spell Professor Parkinson had done on him. Blaise hadn't arrived either, but Ginny had.

"That's odd." He said to himself, considering those two were usually always together. The doors of the Great Hall opened, laughter filling the air. His eyes grew cold and his jaw clenched when he noticed Blaise, Hermione AND Theo, who he hadn't seen for months. His fists clenched tighter once he saw Theo wave his way with a mock smirk on his face. Hermione looked his way, locking eyes before she turned away and looked back up at Theo who had been whispering something to her. She laughed at whatever he had said. The trio walked toward the empty table that was in front of him – it was the Gryffindor table. Hermione sat next to Theo, whilst Blaise was across from Hermione – sitting beside his girlfriend.