Owl Me

Authors Note: A story that came to me!! Hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns it all- except the plot- that's mine!

Harry, Ron and Hermione rushed into Snapes class. The last thing thy wanted was him being in a worse mood with them than he always was in Potions. They ran to heir bench on the Gryffindor side of the room at the back of the dungeon. Hermione instantly focused on what they were going to do today. She rolled her eyes when, as they waited for Snape, Harry and Ron started playing hangman on spare parchment. Looking around the class Hermion felt her stomach knot when she saw Malfoy. The boy was constantly givin her grief and she'd decided last night after he'd called her Mudblod fr the millionth time that day, that she wouldn't stand for it anymore. She'd shown him what she was capable of in their third year, andh seemed to have forgotten, so as she stared at his platnium coloured hair, she clenched her fists and loosend her wrists and neck.

"What ae you doing Hermione? Preparng for war?" Ron asked as he'd noticed her movements.

"Something like that" Hermione replied with a smirk. Leaving Ron to question Harry ith his eyes in silence. Snape entered the dngeon with a sweep of his long black cloak, he strode to his desk and said in his chilling voice-

"Today we will divide up into pairs. Weasley…go sit with Miss Parkinson. Finnegan join up with Mr. Zabini. Thomas work wit Ms. Bullstrode. Longbottom go to Mr. Crabbe. Potter move to Mr. Malfoy. Mr. Goyle, endure Miss. Granger for me. Your instructions are on the board, your ingredients in the store cupboard. You have one hour. Your time starts now" Snape announced to his class.

Everyone groaned and mumbled as they went to their new seats.

Hermione walked over to where Goyle sat. She retrieved the ingredients. And set up the cauldron. She got out her knife and started chopping up ingredients.

"Don't you want me to do anything?" Goyle asked suddenly. Hermione paused, then, thinking she'd imagined it, resumed her chopping, she finished with the dragons toe and moved on to lizards tongue. After a while, when she hadn't been able to cut up the lizards tongue she gave an exasperated sigh and blew her hair out of her face, she was getting behind and Snape was doing his rounds.

"You might want to try the tip of a spoons handle" Goyle grunted out of nowhere. Hermione, noticing Snape coming, and not knowing why, followed his advice and was stunned when the tongue cut in half. She quickly cut up the rest of it and inserted it into the cauldron. She added water and, again following Goyle's advice, put the nail from the dragon toe in too. The colour of the potion instantly became the burgundy colour it was meant to be at this step. Hermione ogled at Goyle as Snape passed, and seeing nothing wrong with the potion stalked back to his desk. Finally she spoke.

"Y-y-you're smart" Hermione blurted out.

Goyle chuckled. "Got it in one" His voice was low and gravely, as though it hadn't been used in a long while.

"But… how?" Hermione was shocked; he'd always appeared to be so… slow.

"Well, my parents go away every summer, have done since I was six and I'm left with a minder who can barely cook- let alone mind a child, and a giant library. So I guess I taught myself" He said absentmindedly.

"But why are you talking to me?" Hermione wondered aloud. Who knew Goyle was smart?!

"Because I've always been stuck with Crabbe, the moron, and I guess I didn't want to be noticed, so, I acted like a stupid person" Hermione was silent. He continued on. "It sucks really, I do everything in a potion right, Crabbe doesn't even notice, and then just before the end I have to add in an ingredient I know will destroy the potion, something that will blow it up. At least I don't have to do it today" He smiled. Hermione was silent for awhile trying to process all this new and astounding information.

"But why me? I mean, I'm a Mud- Muggleborn" said Hermione. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her call herself a Mudblood.

"Jeez, you think I believe in all that crap? Besides, I think you might be able to help me Granger"

"H-how so?" Hermione felt as though she was in a parallel universe.

"I-I-I have a sort of crush…on one of your friends" He said blushing slightly and looking away.

"Goyle- you're gay?" Hermione whispered, "Harry and Ron aren't incase that's who you're thinking of. Well, Ron might-"

"Please, gimme some credit. No, erm… actually… I kinda like… Luna… Luna Lovegood" Goyle whispered almost inaudibly. Hermione gasped and made a weird movement that resulted in her falling off the bench. All the Slytherins laughed, the Gryffindors just glared daggers at Goyle who played dumb and grunted.

"Miss Granger, please control yourself, and get back to what I'm sure is a pitiful potion, everyone is attempting step ten, you are still on step three. I love the fact you're single handily embarrassing yourself! But do it quietly" Snape said softly.

Hermione scowled at her teacher and got back on the bench. She avoided Harry's searching gaze and Ron's open ogling because she knew they knew something was up, Hermione shouldn't be behind.

"Does the Ferret know you're smart?" She asked Goyle.

"Are you kidding me?" He replied, astounded, his eyes widening.

Hermione knew the answer already.

"Of course he does. He's the one who gets me out books from the library!" Goyle said quietly. Hermione looked as though she was about to faint. Okay, so she hadn't known the answer.

"So Goyle-"

"If you don't mind could you call me Greg? Or Gregory, anything but Goyle" He asked, embarrassed. Hermione felt the sudden urge to laugh, but kept it in.

"Sure…so Greg… you like Luna? When did this happen?"

"Ages ago, Draco's been trying to set it up but, as you can imagine he's been having a hard time" Hermione snorted, totally stunned by what had been revealed during what had started off as a run-of-the-mill potions class, "So, while I'm playing dumb old Goyle could you and him, help get me on a date with Luna?" Greg asked.

Hermione was about to say 'no' but thought about it. For some unknown reason, she felt bonded to Goyle, or Greg. And he was… what you might call a friend. He never actually had mocked her. And she'd hate to have to act dumb, so, for those reasons she agreed.

"Okay, I'll do it" She said finally. He let out a sigh of relief and grinned.

The bell rang and Greg took a flask of potion from the cauldron and handed it to Hermione who saw it was the required fuchsia pink colour. How had he finished it in a few seconds? He grinned at Hermione and put the flask in her hand she walked, in a daze to Snapes desk and handed up the potion; he stared at it, stunned, and then waved her away. Hermione returned to their bench and started cleaning up with Goyle.

"But I'll only do it if Ferret face is civil to me" She continued somewhat viciously.

Suddenly she felt cold breath in her ear.

"Calling me Ferret face in that tone isn't exactly civil is it Granger?"

She shivered and jumped towards Goyle.

"Draco that's not civil either- just plain creepy" Goyle reprimanded his friend.

"Sorry Greg" Malfoy retorted in a child-like voice, lowering his eyes to the floor. Hermione stared wide-eyed and open mouthed.

"I just let him act the ring-leader it's really me!" Greg informed her.

Malfoy guffawed at this, "Oh no mate, it's all me!" Hermione couldn't believe it, they seemed…normal. But then Malfoy seemed to remember she existed and gave her a cold stare.

"We only talk when we have to" he said, referring to their match-making business. Hermione put her bag over her shoulder. And said, before marching outside to Ron and Harry who were waiting-

"We don't even have to talk Malfoy. Owl me" And she walked away. Malfoy stared after her, his jaw dropping.

"How did she get the last word? I always get the last word! How come she got it?" He asked Greg dumbstruck. Malfoy stared after her for a long time; his grey eyes followed her out of the dungeon and up the stairs. He had a look of pure hatred on his face, when he suddenly became aware of Greg, "Stupid Mudblood" he growled which earned him a smack on the back of the head from his friend.

"Come on" Greg moaned, "Time to find Crabbe and be dumb again. Until tonight…" He finished grandly with a great bow and then his face resumed its usual grimace with pig like eyes.

"Ready?" Malfoy asked, hitching up his bag. Greg grunted in reply. He was for now, back to being stupid and starving Goyle.

Oh the joy! He thought to himself as they left the now empty dungeon.

Authors Note: I thought it was time someone put them in a good light. Well… one of them! WOO! Team Greg! Hope you enjoyed. Review if possible. Constructive criticism welcome! Hope this isn't anything you've read before. I wanted a different spin on a seventh year Hogwarts! Lemme know what you think of the idea! If you hate it I'll scrap it! Thanks!

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