I suppose it all started Saturday, around 9ish that night, when I was
sitting in the common room after dinner, working on my potions homework.
I hate having class with the Gryffindors. Snape usually doesn't give homework to Slytherins, seeing as though we're his favorites, but since we have class with them he has to give it out. Fortunately, all the Slytherins know the secret to getting into his office. We could stop in anytime for homework help and answers. Plus, we really didn't have to do the homework, since Snape would give us all full credit no matter what. But father wanted me to keep up in all of my grades and such, so I did it anyway.
It was really late, and I was sitting in the common room all alone, when I heard the door slide open. I paid no attention to it. I figured, since it was Saturday, it was just some couple returning from a late night walk in the forest.
It didn't sound like a couple though, in fact, it didn't sound like anyone at all. As I sat there pondering what in the world it could have been, I felt something warm and wet press against my lips. I jerked my head back, breaking what I thought was a kiss. I swallowed, blinked, and went for my wand, but then I saw the common room door open and shut. I was alone again.
The next day, I kept mostly to myself, staying in the library using my homework as an excuse. Wherever I went, I shot side glances around everywhere, trying to see something out of the ordinary, while still keeping my Malfoy cool. It wasn't until potions the next day when I really started to get worried.
~**~
The next day, I was sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, watching Severus checking (and failing) all of the Gryffindor's homework. It was just when Severus got to Granger, when I noticed that beaver-teeth was staring right at me. As soon as I glanced over at her, she looked back at her desk. I kept watching her, but she never looked back. My mind wandered to a day over the summer, when my father had described a plan against our kind of wizard.
"Draco," my father said, "I have heard that Dumbledore again has a plan to rise up against us."
"But how father?"
"It involves you and Harry Potter, Draco. The dark lord has given me a few things to tell you about Potter. First, he owns an invisibility cloak. Also, he has some way of knowing how to get into secret passages and entrances all over the castle, including your common room. Be on your guard, Draco."
~**~
After dinner one night, and set out towards the Gryffindor common room under my own invisibility cloak, a 13th birthday present from my father so I could "continue the Malfoy name" meaning snoop about as much as possible. When I got to the portrait of that big fat woman who guards the entrance to their tower,
I waited off to the side, for someone to go in or out of the tower. Minutes later, I got my wish. Some prefect came out and headed towards the stairs. I hurried into the tower just before the portrait closed. Luckily for me, Potter, Weasley and Granger were the only ones in the room. They were discussing something, and whatever it was, it sounded like they didn't want anyone to hear about it.
Naturally, I listened in.
"What happened with you and Malfoy last night?" Weasley was saying.
"Well, I got into the room, and it was really nice in there. Their common room has about the same furnishings as ours, except in all green. And-" she paused and looked up. I stopped where I was, thinking she had heard me.
"Hermione, get on with it!"
"Sorry, anyway, I got into the room, and Malfoy just looked up, decided there was no one there, and looked back to his work. I tiptoed up to him and-"
"And you kissed me. Granger, what the Hell was that for?" I said as I pulled off the invisibility cloak."
"M- Malfoy, what are you doing here? And I did not try to kiss you, you didn't let me finish."
"Don't try to deny it Granger. I know a kiss when I feel one, and that was a kiss."
Finally, 4-eyes spoke up. "Malfoy, what the Hell are you doing in there? And how did you get into this room?"
"How did Granger get into my common room last night?"
"We already know how she did that, what we want to know is how you got in here." Weasley stood up and clenched his fists at his sides.
"Gonna fight me Weasley?" I smirked.
"Ron, don't hurt him." It was Granger. I stood there wondering what in the world she was saying. Apparently, Potter and Weasley were thinking the same thing. Weasley put his fists down, and stood there looking at Granger with his mouth wide open. Potter was the only one who could think of something to say.
"Hermione, this is Malfoy. Why shouldn't we hurt him?"
"Because," she paused and looked at me, "we should probably take this opportunity to find out if Dumbledore's plan worked."
I was utterly bewildered. I gaped at Granger, "what plan? What are you talking about?"
"Never mind, it's nothing important." Granger said quickly.
"It's none of your business, Malfoy. Herm's right. We should try to find out if it worked." Granger picked up her wand and pointed it at a little contraption she was holding that looked like a compass rose.
I took the opportunity to throw the invisibility cloak over my head and scamper towards the entrance. When I got outside, I raced toward the dungeons.
~**~
When I got to my common room, there were Crabbe and Goyle standing there, trying to balance a piece of chalk on the tip of their tongues. Sometimes I wish I had smarter cronies. They saw me come in, and asked where I had been for so long. I told them I had been at dinner, and they bought it, even though dinner ended an hour ago. I hurried upstairs to contemplate what I had discovered. And that is where I am now, relaying the night's happenings to you fine folk.
I hate having class with the Gryffindors. Snape usually doesn't give homework to Slytherins, seeing as though we're his favorites, but since we have class with them he has to give it out. Fortunately, all the Slytherins know the secret to getting into his office. We could stop in anytime for homework help and answers. Plus, we really didn't have to do the homework, since Snape would give us all full credit no matter what. But father wanted me to keep up in all of my grades and such, so I did it anyway.
It was really late, and I was sitting in the common room all alone, when I heard the door slide open. I paid no attention to it. I figured, since it was Saturday, it was just some couple returning from a late night walk in the forest.
It didn't sound like a couple though, in fact, it didn't sound like anyone at all. As I sat there pondering what in the world it could have been, I felt something warm and wet press against my lips. I jerked my head back, breaking what I thought was a kiss. I swallowed, blinked, and went for my wand, but then I saw the common room door open and shut. I was alone again.
The next day, I kept mostly to myself, staying in the library using my homework as an excuse. Wherever I went, I shot side glances around everywhere, trying to see something out of the ordinary, while still keeping my Malfoy cool. It wasn't until potions the next day when I really started to get worried.
~**~
The next day, I was sitting next to Crabbe and Goyle, watching Severus checking (and failing) all of the Gryffindor's homework. It was just when Severus got to Granger, when I noticed that beaver-teeth was staring right at me. As soon as I glanced over at her, she looked back at her desk. I kept watching her, but she never looked back. My mind wandered to a day over the summer, when my father had described a plan against our kind of wizard.
"Draco," my father said, "I have heard that Dumbledore again has a plan to rise up against us."
"But how father?"
"It involves you and Harry Potter, Draco. The dark lord has given me a few things to tell you about Potter. First, he owns an invisibility cloak. Also, he has some way of knowing how to get into secret passages and entrances all over the castle, including your common room. Be on your guard, Draco."
~**~
After dinner one night, and set out towards the Gryffindor common room under my own invisibility cloak, a 13th birthday present from my father so I could "continue the Malfoy name" meaning snoop about as much as possible. When I got to the portrait of that big fat woman who guards the entrance to their tower,
I waited off to the side, for someone to go in or out of the tower. Minutes later, I got my wish. Some prefect came out and headed towards the stairs. I hurried into the tower just before the portrait closed. Luckily for me, Potter, Weasley and Granger were the only ones in the room. They were discussing something, and whatever it was, it sounded like they didn't want anyone to hear about it.
Naturally, I listened in.
"What happened with you and Malfoy last night?" Weasley was saying.
"Well, I got into the room, and it was really nice in there. Their common room has about the same furnishings as ours, except in all green. And-" she paused and looked up. I stopped where I was, thinking she had heard me.
"Hermione, get on with it!"
"Sorry, anyway, I got into the room, and Malfoy just looked up, decided there was no one there, and looked back to his work. I tiptoed up to him and-"
"And you kissed me. Granger, what the Hell was that for?" I said as I pulled off the invisibility cloak."
"M- Malfoy, what are you doing here? And I did not try to kiss you, you didn't let me finish."
"Don't try to deny it Granger. I know a kiss when I feel one, and that was a kiss."
Finally, 4-eyes spoke up. "Malfoy, what the Hell are you doing in there? And how did you get into this room?"
"How did Granger get into my common room last night?"
"We already know how she did that, what we want to know is how you got in here." Weasley stood up and clenched his fists at his sides.
"Gonna fight me Weasley?" I smirked.
"Ron, don't hurt him." It was Granger. I stood there wondering what in the world she was saying. Apparently, Potter and Weasley were thinking the same thing. Weasley put his fists down, and stood there looking at Granger with his mouth wide open. Potter was the only one who could think of something to say.
"Hermione, this is Malfoy. Why shouldn't we hurt him?"
"Because," she paused and looked at me, "we should probably take this opportunity to find out if Dumbledore's plan worked."
I was utterly bewildered. I gaped at Granger, "what plan? What are you talking about?"
"Never mind, it's nothing important." Granger said quickly.
"It's none of your business, Malfoy. Herm's right. We should try to find out if it worked." Granger picked up her wand and pointed it at a little contraption she was holding that looked like a compass rose.
I took the opportunity to throw the invisibility cloak over my head and scamper towards the entrance. When I got outside, I raced toward the dungeons.
~**~
When I got to my common room, there were Crabbe and Goyle standing there, trying to balance a piece of chalk on the tip of their tongues. Sometimes I wish I had smarter cronies. They saw me come in, and asked where I had been for so long. I told them I had been at dinner, and they bought it, even though dinner ended an hour ago. I hurried upstairs to contemplate what I had discovered. And that is where I am now, relaying the night's happenings to you fine folk.