Yes. Welcome to my new short story, Paris by Night. It's a Draco/Hermione, which suprises even me. I got a weird brainwave. Now I'm not going to be doing any huge works on it until Looking for Answers is largely completed, and this is really, really short, but... well, I really had to post this. So whaddya think? Read on!
Disclaimer: Deathly Hallows is coming out in three days!!!! (yes this is soo a disclaimer!)
"And that is that!" Professor—no, Miss McGonagall peered sternly over the top of her glasses at us, a look I personally wasn't familiar with, but which many people seemed to be.
Us, meaning me and Malfoy.
Thus the reason for the glare. Now that the git has come into the good side, we have to put up with him. Whoopee for us. Or, in this case, me. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to glare back. (Really, Hermione, what has gotten into you?)
Well, Malfoy was glaring enough for two. I closed my eyes and pinched my arm hard. When I reopened them, Malfoy was still in existence and Miss (Gosh that is weird...) McGonagall was rummaging in the desk that used to be Dumbledore's (No thanks to Malfoy).
I sighed. There was no way around it. I guess we were on the same side now.
I turned to the blond in question.
"So it looks like we'll be working together," I said cordially. Well, maybe not that cordially. It was, after all, Malfoy.
"Looks like that," he sneered back. I fought the urge to slap that stupid smirk off his pale face. (Ooh, more violence. Harry must be affecting me). Moron. I cast around for any more topics of conversation. What have I come to? Trying to converse with Malfoy?
"Nice weather we're having," I commented. Then mentally slapped myself.
Hard.
Not much harder then when I slapped him. Because really, the weather?
I must be pathetic!
"Yeah, great." He motioned to the grey sky outside the grimy window. I blinked.
Wait. Was that a joke?
But before I could confuse myself about Malfoy suddenly having a sense of humour, Prof-Miss McGonagall stood up and opened a manila folder.
I've always loved manila folders. So organized! So helpful. But this particular manila folder wasn't of kind from my childhood.
It radiated Doom.
Authouress's Random Freak-Out!!!
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