Chapter Three

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"Hermione…read this."

Harry handed her a small sheet of paper with a neatly-written note, although the message wasn't exactly what she wanted to see first thing in the morning.

Dear Potty and Friends,

I just wanted to inform you all that after last night's little incident I decided to take a trip to Professor Snape's office and told him that you abandoned your post. Sadly, you won't be seeing him about it, but Weasel and Granger will be meeting Pansy and I in Dumbledore's office right after breakfast today. My, what a shame it'd be if you two got expelled!

Love,

Draco Malfoy

Hermione crumpled up the paper and tossed it aside. She shot a glance at Malfoy, who maliciously grinned and gave her a small wave from the Slytherin table. She sighed and buried her face in her hands.

"I just don't understand," she said. "I thought we made a compromise. . . ."

Harry looked at her intently. "What happened?"

Hermione proceeded to tell him the story about the night before, not forgetting to mention in detail how they found Malfoy and Pansy.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Couldn't they get in trouble for that?"

"We were going to tell someone," said Ron, "but Hermione said we couldn't."

She shot an angered glare at Ron. "I only said that because I knew we would get in trouble if we did."

"How would you get in trouble?" Harry asked. "You weren't the ones snogging on a windowsill."

Ron turned away and mouthed something that looked like "Thank God," but Hermione ignored it.

"I don't mean in trouble at school," said Hermione. She dropped her voice to a mere whisper. "Harry, we just can't risk anything anymore, especially if his parents are Death Eaters. . . . He threatened us with it and I didn't want to take the risk. . . ."

"He wouldn't do it, would he?" Harry asked.

She took a deep breath. "You see, the thing is, I don't actually think he would," she said, causing Ron to turn around and stare at her. "I thought maybe he would in the moment, but when I thought about it later. . . . Well, I wondered what he would be able to tell them anyway. I can't even guess what kind of lie he made up to Professor Snape about what happened, I know he wouldn't dare tell him about him and Pansy, even if he is Snape's favorite. . . ."

"I bet Snape wouldn't even care," said Ron. "He likes Parkinson, too."

"He likes all of the Slytherins, Ron," she said. "But Malfoy's his favorite, I mean. . . . Anyways, at least we're not meeting with him. We're meeting with Professor Dumbledore and I'll take that any day." She heard the scraping of the benches against the floor as all of the students began to get up for class. "Well, Ron, let's head to his office," she sighed.

Ron and Hermione opened the door to Dumbledore's office and saw that Malfoy and Pansy were already seated in front of the Professor's desk. Malfoy turned around, smirked, and sarcastically winked at Hermione.

"Why, hello, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley. . . ." said Dumbledore, lightly smiling at the pair as they entered. He gestured towards two extra seats across from him. "Please, do sit down."

Ron took a seat on the end, leaving Hermione to sit beside Malfoy, who exaggeratedly flinched and pulled a disgusted look on his face. Dumbledore, however, caught this, and as Malfoy met his eyes, he sat up normally, careful to not potentially lose his chance to get Ron and Hermione in trouble.

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