A/N: Well, this is my first SS/HG fic, I hope you enjoy as
much as I enjoy reading the great works of my fellow WIKTTeers. Many
thanks to my lovely beta Friendlyquark, who makes sure this is good enough
to post here. The inspiration for this fic came from a picture that
was posted in Artistic alley about a year ago. I just got the courage
to decide to write it after the plot bunnies have been invading my mind for
almost a year. If you want to see the inspiration for this fic, you
can find it at:
Please review, as I know I have lots of room to improve on, so I need your help.
Ch. 1 – Be careful what you wish for….
Hermione kept wandering through the corridors, a scowl on her face as she was doing her rounds. Earlier that day she had been banned from the library by Madam Pince. Apparently, Harry and Ron couldn't talk quietly about quidditch anywhere, not even inside the library. She hadn't felt this humiliated in a long time, and was furious with her two best friends.
As she finished patrolling for the night, she knew studying in the common room tonight would not be a good idea, and going to the library was not going to be possible today. Noticing where she was, she gave a smile as she knew of a place she could study without interruptions.
Walking up and down the corridor, a door appeared out of nowhere, making Hermione smile at her clever idea. No one would think of looking for her at the room of requirement. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she opened the door.
The room had been converted into a study, shelves full of books covering the walls from floor to ceiling. A crackling fireplace gave warmth to a table that was placed right in front of it.
Approaching the table, she took her books out of her pocket, and with a swish of her wand and a few words her books were back to their normal size. Satisfied that she had everything she needed, Hermione sat down and soon got immersed in her studies.
A few hours later, Hogwart's Head Girl stretched as she just finished scrawling the last lines of her Potions essay. Noticing the time as she glimpsed at the clock on top of the mantle, she realized it was late, and she had to go back to the common room as it was half an hour before curfew.
She decided there was enough time to take a look at the vast selection of books that surrounded her sanctuary. Her fingers brushed the book spines, scanning the titles, becoming frustrated at not finding anything that stroked her fancy. That is, until her eyes settled on a small red book, the title displayed in shiny gold letters.
Smiling at her fancy of a book in Gryffindor colors, the title intrigued her as well while she read it out loud.
"Interesting, Labyrinth. I wonder what the book is about?"
She took the book out of the shelf, deciding she would take it with her for a bit of light reading before going to bed that night.
Getting into the common room, she noticed Harry and Ron looking up from their chess game, wearing similar apologetic smiles to her. She smiled back to them, knowing she couldn't be angry with them for too long. Ron motioned for her to approach them.
"Where were you? I know you had the early shift this week, we were beginning to worry."
Hermione sighed, and smiled at them.
"After I finished patrolling, I just went to a room and decided to study by myself. I just needed time to cool off. Don't worry; I'm not mad at you two anymore."
She then seated close to them in a comfortable cushioned chair next to the fire, taking out the small red book.
"You two finish your game, I'm going to read."
Glad that everything went back to normal, the boys resumed their game, while Hermione opened the book, getting caught in the story.
The ballroom had known opulence. Between glittering cornices were hung many long chandeliers where the wax, dripping for a hundred years, had formed stalactites. The silk covering of the walls had faded and, in places, worn threadbare. Bubbles decorated the room, and the whole of it was contained within the iridescent skin of one great bubble. A tall, gilt, thirteen-hour clock stood in a corner. It was almost twelve o'clock.
"Hermione, Hermione? Earth to Hermione can you hear us?"
Blinking she noticed Harry waving his hand in front of her. Smiling sheepishly at being so caught up in her reading she turned off the world outside.
"Um, sorry. You needed something?"
"Just to let you know we are going to bed. It's late and you should go to sleep too."
Looking at the clock in the common room she noticed it was almost midnight, so stretching, she decided to go to bed as well, and bidding her friends a good night entered the girls dorms, going inside the Head Girl bedroom.
The next day found Hermione early at the Great Hall, red book in hand, eating absently as her eyes never left the book. Her two friends sat next to her, and exchanged a mischievous glance between them.
Feeling the book being taken from her hands, she frowned at her two grinning friends.
"Good morning Hermione. Still reading that book? Must be incredibly good, what is it about?"
Blushing a little, she took a sip of her now cold coffee before responding.
"It's just some kind of fairy tale, but the story is very good. It's one of those books you cannot put down."
"Hermione, when there has been a book you haven't been able to put down?"
Rolling her eyes, she put her hand up, waiting for Ron to give her book back. Ron placed the book in the palm of her hands, no one noticing that they were been observed by someone at the Head table.
His eyes had caught a glimpse of red by the Gryffindor table and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he observed the Weasley boy taunting Miss Granger, who was trying unsuccessfully to reach for a little red book he was holding in his hands.
His eyes widened for a few seconds as he thought he recognized the book. But that would be impossible, the book was nowhere near Hogwarts, in fact, he was sure it was safely hidden in his family's study. He shook his head and dismissed the idea as ludicrous, putting his attention back into his plate.
The rest of the week saw Hermione engrossed in her little red book whenever there was a free moment for her. Today was a Saturday and Harry and Ron were practicing with the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team while Hermione sat on the bleachers with her nose inside her little red book.
"Hey Hermione!"
Looking up from the page, she saw Ron wave at her. Harry put his hands on each side of his mouth so his voice could be carried better.
"Practice just finished and we are going to hit the showers. See you at the common room?"
Hermione nodded, and once she was on her way to the castle, she started reading again while walking, not looking where she was going. A pity, since she stopped suddenly as she collided with something solid.
"Ooofff!"
"Watch out where you are going, Mudblood! I've noticed you have been reading it all week long. What could possibly be so interesting about that book?"
Draco Malfoy took the little red book that had gone from Hermione's grasp during the collision and started going over it.
"This is just a fairy tale! And for the looks of it, a muggle fairy tale! How disgusting!"
This angered Hermione, who narrowed her eyes at the blonde boy.
"Give back the book, Malfoy!"
Draco snorted, making sure the book was out of reach for the Know-it-all brunette.
"Or you'll what, Granger? Maybe I can give you the book back, for a price."
Hermione gasped as she saw the lecherous look the Slytherin Head Boy gave her, followed by a wink. Indignation and fury overtook her, making her say the first things that came to mind.
"Sod off, ferret face! Better yet, I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!"
Excerpt taken from the Labyrinth novelization by A.C.H. Smith, British Ed., 1986.
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So now, I leave you with the story.Ch. 1 – Be careful what you wish for….
Hermione kept wandering through the corridors, a scowl on her face as she was doing her rounds. Earlier that day she had been banned from the library by Madam Pince. Apparently, Harry and Ron couldn't talk quietly about quidditch anywhere, not even inside the library. She hadn't felt this humiliated in a long time, and was furious with her two best friends.
As she finished patrolling for the night, she knew studying in the common room tonight would not be a good idea, and going to the library was not going to be possible today. Noticing where she was, she gave a smile as she knew of a place she could study without interruptions.
Walking up and down the corridor, a door appeared out of nowhere, making Hermione smile at her clever idea. No one would think of looking for her at the room of requirement. Her eyes widened in astonishment as she opened the door.
The room had been converted into a study, shelves full of books covering the walls from floor to ceiling. A crackling fireplace gave warmth to a table that was placed right in front of it.
Approaching the table, she took her books out of her pocket, and with a swish of her wand and a few words her books were back to their normal size. Satisfied that she had everything she needed, Hermione sat down and soon got immersed in her studies.
A few hours later, Hogwart's Head Girl stretched as she just finished scrawling the last lines of her Potions essay. Noticing the time as she glimpsed at the clock on top of the mantle, she realized it was late, and she had to go back to the common room as it was half an hour before curfew.
She decided there was enough time to take a look at the vast selection of books that surrounded her sanctuary. Her fingers brushed the book spines, scanning the titles, becoming frustrated at not finding anything that stroked her fancy. That is, until her eyes settled on a small red book, the title displayed in shiny gold letters.
Smiling at her fancy of a book in Gryffindor colors, the title intrigued her as well while she read it out loud.
"Interesting, Labyrinth. I wonder what the book is about?"
She took the book out of the shelf, deciding she would take it with her for a bit of light reading before going to bed that night.
Getting into the common room, she noticed Harry and Ron looking up from their chess game, wearing similar apologetic smiles to her. She smiled back to them, knowing she couldn't be angry with them for too long. Ron motioned for her to approach them.
"Where were you? I know you had the early shift this week, we were beginning to worry."
Hermione sighed, and smiled at them.
"After I finished patrolling, I just went to a room and decided to study by myself. I just needed time to cool off. Don't worry; I'm not mad at you two anymore."
She then seated close to them in a comfortable cushioned chair next to the fire, taking out the small red book.
"You two finish your game, I'm going to read."
Glad that everything went back to normal, the boys resumed their game, while Hermione opened the book, getting caught in the story.
The ballroom had known opulence. Between glittering cornices were hung many long chandeliers where the wax, dripping for a hundred years, had formed stalactites. The silk covering of the walls had faded and, in places, worn threadbare. Bubbles decorated the room, and the whole of it was contained within the iridescent skin of one great bubble. A tall, gilt, thirteen-hour clock stood in a corner. It was almost twelve o'clock.
"Hermione, Hermione? Earth to Hermione can you hear us?"
Blinking she noticed Harry waving his hand in front of her. Smiling sheepishly at being so caught up in her reading she turned off the world outside.
"Um, sorry. You needed something?"
"Just to let you know we are going to bed. It's late and you should go to sleep too."
Looking at the clock in the common room she noticed it was almost midnight, so stretching, she decided to go to bed as well, and bidding her friends a good night entered the girls dorms, going inside the Head Girl bedroom.
The next day found Hermione early at the Great Hall, red book in hand, eating absently as her eyes never left the book. Her two friends sat next to her, and exchanged a mischievous glance between them.
Feeling the book being taken from her hands, she frowned at her two grinning friends.
"Good morning Hermione. Still reading that book? Must be incredibly good, what is it about?"
Blushing a little, she took a sip of her now cold coffee before responding.
"It's just some kind of fairy tale, but the story is very good. It's one of those books you cannot put down."
"Hermione, when there has been a book you haven't been able to put down?"
Rolling her eyes, she put her hand up, waiting for Ron to give her book back. Ron placed the book in the palm of her hands, no one noticing that they were been observed by someone at the Head table.
His eyes had caught a glimpse of red by the Gryffindor table and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he observed the Weasley boy taunting Miss Granger, who was trying unsuccessfully to reach for a little red book he was holding in his hands.
His eyes widened for a few seconds as he thought he recognized the book. But that would be impossible, the book was nowhere near Hogwarts, in fact, he was sure it was safely hidden in his family's study. He shook his head and dismissed the idea as ludicrous, putting his attention back into his plate.
The rest of the week saw Hermione engrossed in her little red book whenever there was a free moment for her. Today was a Saturday and Harry and Ron were practicing with the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team while Hermione sat on the bleachers with her nose inside her little red book.
"Hey Hermione!"
Looking up from the page, she saw Ron wave at her. Harry put his hands on each side of his mouth so his voice could be carried better.
"Practice just finished and we are going to hit the showers. See you at the common room?"
Hermione nodded, and once she was on her way to the castle, she started reading again while walking, not looking where she was going. A pity, since she stopped suddenly as she collided with something solid.
"Ooofff!"
"Watch out where you are going, Mudblood! I've noticed you have been reading it all week long. What could possibly be so interesting about that book?"
Draco Malfoy took the little red book that had gone from Hermione's grasp during the collision and started going over it.
"This is just a fairy tale! And for the looks of it, a muggle fairy tale! How disgusting!"
This angered Hermione, who narrowed her eyes at the blonde boy.
"Give back the book, Malfoy!"
Draco snorted, making sure the book was out of reach for the Know-it-all brunette.
"Or you'll what, Granger? Maybe I can give you the book back, for a price."
Hermione gasped as she saw the lecherous look the Slytherin Head Boy gave her, followed by a wink. Indignation and fury overtook her, making her say the first things that came to mind.
"Sod off, ferret face! Better yet, I wish the goblins would come and take you away, right now!"
Excerpt taken from the Labyrinth novelization by A.C.H. Smith, British Ed., 1986.
A/N: Well? What you think? Your reviews is what keeps me going, so I would love to hear from you letting me know if you liked this or if it sucked big time, so
