Chapter 10 Only Draco's Mudblood
Malfoy's reaction to Hashim calling Hermione 'mudblood' stunned everyone in the room. No one was more stunned then Hermione herself. With Ron and Harry missing she had been feeling incredibly vulnerable, but it seemed that Draco's was up to the task.
She stopped herself at that thought. What was she thinking? Malfoy wasn't protecting her. He was simply looking for an excuse to yell at Hashim. Yes, that's it.
Hermione wasn't convinced.
The moment Draco let go of Hashim cloak, the boy was running for the exit and out of the room.
"Yeah, you'd better get your royal behind out of here!" Draco yelled after him. "Or I'll give you a NEW definition of the term: mudblood."
Jacque's eyes widened and the threat and he swallowed. He truly had no idea what Malfoy meant by that, but he knew the tone of voice.
Hermione glanced around the room, silently wishing that Ron and Harry would just appear, but they didn't. She hadn't expected them to, but it would have been nice.
"What was that for?" Hermione asked Draco when he turned from the door that Hashim and left through. "I had everything perfectly under control."
Draco's grey eyes still held the thunderstorm that had taken over them. They warned Hermione to back off, but she wouldn't.
"I can take care of myself, Malfoy."
"You think I was protecting you?!" Malfoy sneered suddenly. His eyes darted to his goons to make sure they knew he wasn't protecting her. They smirked as if they knew what was going on, but that was hardly the case.
"No body calls you mudblood, but me. Got it, mudblood?"
Hermione let out a cry of frustration and stalked towards him. "For crying out loud, Mafloy. If we're going to work together, you have to stop calling me that!"
Jacque closed his eyes and covered his face. He didn't want to see this….
"I don't have to do anything!" Draco snapped, towering over her. "I'll call you whatever I want, whenever I want, and there is nothing you can do about it!"
Hermione clenched her fists. "You want to bet?"
At that moment, Jacque jumped in. "Uh, guys, I hate to interrupt…"
"What?!" they both shouted at him.
Jacque swallowed under the two pairs of eyes that threatened to erupt when he looked at them. "I uh… I thought that maybe we should talk to professor Dumbledore about Harry and Ron…"
"And tell him what?" Malfoy snapped. "They went on a honeymoon?"
Hermione glared at him. "Jacque's right, Malfoy. We have to tell Dumbledore. People are going to notice they're gone. And it's not like they've packed their bags."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Yeah, fine." He turned away and started for the door. "Have fun with that."
Jacque's eyes widened.
"Aren't you coming!" Hermione cried.
"Wasn't here when they vanished," he pointed out. "Besides, Potter and Weasel are your territory. See you, mudblood."
"Why you no good—" Hermione began, but Draco was gone.He'd left the way he'd come, with his goons behind him.
Jacque watched him leave with sad eyes. Then he swallowed. He felt torn in half, part of him wanting to stay and comfort Hermione, the other part wanting to be by his hero's side. It took a moment of hesitation before he concluded that at the moment, if his hero wasn't being heroic. He had to be.
"Fine be that way!" Hermione screamed after Draco. She looked at Jacque.
"Guess it's up to us," he whispered.
Hermione sighed. "It always is."