You're Not A Real Witch

Draco POV

It was a usual Saturday for Draco Malfoy and his friends. Get out of bed. Check. Eat Breakfast. Check. Bully a 1st year. Check. End up in detention with his Uncle Snape with his friends. Check.

See Hermione Granger walk in with blood flowing out her nose.

What?

Draco sat up straighter. He had a Quidditch Weekly in his hands and he let go of his grip. His two friends Theodore Nott and Blaise Zambini stopped playing chess and Daphne Greengrass and Tracy Davis stopped their gossiping. 

Hermione Granger had just walked in with Professor McGonagall dragging her into the room rather softly. Professor Snape looked up, bored.

"What is it, Minerva? And why is your Gryffindor getting blood all over my floor?"

" Marcus Flint is in the infirmary and as you are the head of the house, it is necessary that you go talk to him."

"Minerva, if I had to go to the infirmary and talk to every Slytherin that has ever been admitted, I would practically live there." He drawled. He then looked down at the young Gryffindor. "And why have you brought that one?"

"Hermione will be joining you for Saturday detention," McGonagall said sternly. 

Now this got Snape to raise his head from his notes. 

"Where are Tweetle Dumb and Tweetle Dee? Did they not all cause a ruckus?"

"No. She is here because she was the one who put Flint in the infirmary in the first place."

"I will be taking my leave now." and she strutted away, leaving Hermione in the room with them. 

She looked rather out of place there. In detention. Like she didn't know what to do.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Snape's annoyed tone brought them all back to reality. "Get a sponge and start cleaning the cauldrons."

She let out a disgruntled shout. 

"What! What about them?" Hermione said as she pointed to our group.

"They" Snape started, "Didn't put anyone in the infirmary. Now clean." 

She stomped into the back to grab the sponges.

"Woah. Did my eyes just deceive me?" Blaise said in false disbelief. "Did, the Hermione Granger, Goodie Two shoes, end up in detention?"

"I'm surprised she sent someone to the hospital all alone. Usually, when she gets into trouble it's with Potter and Weaslybee." Theodore stated while rearranging his pieces.

Draco as silent. he didn't know how to feel. When she came in, she had blood running down her chin, but she was smiling. She had a sort of crazed look on her and he couldn't move passed that. She seemed satisfied almost and the look in her eyes made heat run down his body.

When she came out of the back rooms, She had a bucket and a sponge and walked over to where the dirty cauldrons were. 

"Make sure they shine Granger." Blaise laughed, which made her scoff.

She started cleaning and the rest of the group went back to what they were doing previously. But Draco just stared at her. Stared as sweat dripped down her forehead as she was scrubbing with anger, how her eyes showed no remorse for putting someone in the infirmary, how her knuckles seemed red, how her curly hair seemed to frame her face just right---

What?

Stop.

Draco cursed himself internally. He hated how he had more thoughts concerning Granger after their third year where she punched him.

Get ahold of yourself Draco. He thought.

Hermione POV

20 minutes earlier...

"Hermione are you coming?" Ron asked, shoveling down heaps of food off his plate. I mean honestly, where does he store that?

"No, Ron. I am not coming to quidditch practice for the 50th time.

The trio were in the Great Hall Eating breakfast and chatting. It was almost time for the Gryffindor quidditch practice and Ron had been focused on getting Hermione to go as he was just accepted onto the Quidditch team.

"Oh Come on! Don't you want to see me play? I promise you I am the new quidditch star!"

"Err.. no offense Harry," Ron said shyly.

"Nah, you're alright mate. You definitely have what it takes to be the new star". Harry chuckled while finishing up his tea.

"I promise I'll come to all your games to support you, but you guys know I don't like quidditch," Hermione said as she looked down at her Transfigurations notes.

Just as Ron was about to beg for the 51st time, someone laughed.

"Of course, she won't come to a quidditch practice. Granger is a wuss and scared of flying." Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain laughed as he walked near us.

Ron and Harry were about to retort, but I waved my hand and signaled them to stop.

"It's not worth it guys, lets go," Hermione said as she rolled her eyes and got up.

"Yeah. It's not worth it, is it? The true words of a mudblood who can't respect wizard culture!" He laughed meanly.

She stopped her movements.

"Hey! That was uncalled for Flint!" Ron said angrily as he and Harry stood up.

"Did I lie? Every proper witch and wizard knows how to respect the art of quidditch. It is the language of magic. Of course, Granger wouldn't be able to understand it because she isn't a true witch." He cackled.

People started to stare and some even started to giggle.

"He's true you know. Who doesn't like quidditch?"

"She can't even fly and people say she's the brightest witch of our age."

"What kind of witch doesn't know how to fly still? Those were first-year classes."

"Is she even an actual witch?"

"Most mudbloods learn how to fly first year, but Granger here still won't even get on a broom.

She heard all the voices. Every sentence was like a dagger to her heart.

Harry and Ron were now screaming at Flint.

But the straw that broke the camel's back was Flint saying, "Go back to where you belong. You're not a real witch Granger."

All ration flew out the window.

Hermione walked up to where Flint, Ron, and Harry were and she saw red. She balled her fist up and punched him. 

That wasn't all. No. Not at all. He fell and she kept punching. Tears now balling at the edge of her eyes.

She didn't hear anyone, she didn't register Professor McGonagall yelling or Harry trying to pull her off of him. 

No.

She kept going, even if Flint fought back, punching in futile. He did get a punch right to her nose, but she didn't care. Focus on making him feel pain.

"THAT IS ENOUGH."  McGonagall's voice rang through the Great Hall as she used a spell on me to bring me to her. 

Marcus Flint was on the floor, crying. He was bleeding and it did not make from a pretty sight.

"Boys! Bring Flint to the infirmary." She yelled. She then turned to Hermione with a disappointed look on her face.

"And You Granger! I would have expected this nonsense from one of the Slytherin boys, but you?"

"This is completely unacceptable! You have earned Saturday detention for the rest of the month." She yelled.

Hermione didn't feel the least regretful. As she started at 2 random boys carrying Flint out of the Hall, all she felt was anger. And some determination.

How dare he? 

How dare any of them try to say she wasn't a real witch because she couldn't get up on a dusty old broom. She was just afraid of heights. Was that such a bad thing? She could do whatever she wanted and still be a witch.  As Professor McGonagall dragged her to where she assumed detention would be happening. Hermione only grew madder each second she was the subject of her lecturing. No. She would prove them all wrong. Hermione Granger was a witch. And if she had to learn to fly for everyone to except it, then so be it. But flying wasn't enough. She would make them all eat their words.