Turn the Clock Around
D/Hr future fic.
Eh. Screw this. I don't own them. I only own the plot and my witty comments. Like this one.. Err. This sucks. The story will also be @ this address: once it's finalized. Sorry for the fact that I can't get FF.Net to cooperate w/enhancements (bloody italics
and such)-- Sarah
Prolouge... Letters & Possible Reputation Crushing Secrets
A heavy mist surrounded Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione Granger lugged her books into her room and sat down. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, she reached down and pulled out the piece of parchment Ron had given her in the hallway. She rolled her eyes as she skimmed through it. He needed help with his Charms. Again. He asked her for help in something atleast once a week.
But the day was done. She wasn't going to help Ron today, or any other day for that matter. He never listened. Instead, she was going to relax and sleep. Or, atleast, that's what she had planned. But as soon as Hermione had shoved her books off her bed and burrowed under her plush blankets in the prefects bedroom that was hers, a loud banging sound came from her window. She groaned and closed her eyes. It came once, twice, three times more. Reluctantly, Hermione stood up, groggily walked over to her window, and opened it.
A large grey owl she had never seen flew into her room. "Why are you here now?" She questioned and pet it. Hermione had always wanted an owl, but she only gotten Crookshanks, who was staying with her parents in the muggle world this year. Hermione had guessed she would be far too busy with Prefects work to care for Crookshanks and left him there. She wasn't too far off. She was preoccupied with other matters.
Hermione carefully unrolled the letter and skimmed it in the same manner she had with Ron's note. "You have seemed to have lost something that is of much importance to you. If you would want it back, please come to the Astronomy Tower at midnight, no sooner or later, tomorrow night." Hermione groaned as she read it out loud. What had she lost this time? Her mind was boggling, she didn't notice the owl take off out the window.
She gave up on guessing and decided just to sleep, she'd think about it in the morning.
It was around four in the morning when Hermione woke with a jolt. Her mind raced. What had woken her? She had heard something. She was almost positive. Hermione's palms were sweating. She ran her fingers through her bushy hair. Her breath was ragged with fear. Damn these bloody rooms. There was no one else there to tell her if they had heard something too.
Hermione slowly calmed down and began to breathe normally again. The blood in her veins slowly lessened their banging and pounding. Suddenly she remembered. My diary. She gasped in horror.
Who had found it? Had they read it? Of course they had! They wouldn't know it was hers, would they? Now they knew about... Oh Merlin's beard! Hermione almost shrieked. She was panicking again.
Hermione's nerves had been out of the roof constantly this year, already. Now this? She choked on fear and slowly walked downstairs. She knew she had to find out who had her diary. Before midnight. But how?
Hermione slunked down into the first chair she came across. She rarely came into her common room. She never saw the person she shared it with either. Which was a relief. Having never gotten along with the git that had a room across the hall. Malfoy. She name made her cringe. They had been enemies since their Hogwarts career had begun. Hermione heaved another heavy sigh.
She lounged back further and could feel sleep overcoming her once more. She didn't try and fight it. Hermione could barely hear the clock ticking monotonously, and was asleep far before the sound of footsteps came walking from the edge of the common room and out the portrait hole, into the dark corridors of Hogwarts.
The next morning, Hermione woke with a squeak of a yawn. Her eyes blinked open. She groaned loudly once she realized where she was. How had she fallen asleep in the common room? Her eyes scanned the room. No sign of Malfoy. For that, she was glad. She made her way to her portrait hole to go to her room, when she was stopped by someone calling her. "Have a nice nap Granger?" She rolled her eyes and scowled. "Shove it Malfoy." She snapped. "I'm not in the mood for your lip today." "My lip?" Malfoy smirked in a tone that made her skin crawl. "I wasn't offering you a kiss, mudblood. I was simply going to ask you why you had to sleep downstairs when you could have easily refrained from keeping me awake half of the night with your loud, boisterous snoring." Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you knew anything, MALFOY, You would know that I don't snore." "Thank the gods that I didn't know that." Malfoy chuckled lightly. "I don't think I would like to, especially not from a first hand experience." He paused. "Maybe I should just ask Weasley? He could probably settle this argument." "RON WOULD NOT KNOW!" She screamed and then turned to glare at him, when she met his eyes, she knew. He had her diary. She wouldn't say anything about it. Maybe he hadn't read it. Maybe.. Oh who was she kidding? He knew her every secret now. She groaned. Probably every Slytherin knew them also. And Ravenclaw. And Hufflepuff. The gods know, Gryffindors too! "Shove it Malfoy." She said once more and quickly scaled the stairs to her room, but not after she threw out a few obscenities in his general direction and slammed her door.
D/Hr future fic.
Eh. Screw this. I don't own them. I only own the plot and my witty comments. Like this one.. Err. This sucks. The story will also be @ this address: once it's finalized. Sorry for the fact that I can't get FF.Net to cooperate w/enhancements (bloody italics
and such)-- Sarah
Prolouge... Letters & Possible Reputation Crushing Secrets
A heavy mist surrounded Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione Granger lugged her books into her room and sat down. Heaving a heavy sigh of relief, she reached down and pulled out the piece of parchment Ron had given her in the hallway. She rolled her eyes as she skimmed through it. He needed help with his Charms. Again. He asked her for help in something atleast once a week.
But the day was done. She wasn't going to help Ron today, or any other day for that matter. He never listened. Instead, she was going to relax and sleep. Or, atleast, that's what she had planned. But as soon as Hermione had shoved her books off her bed and burrowed under her plush blankets in the prefects bedroom that was hers, a loud banging sound came from her window. She groaned and closed her eyes. It came once, twice, three times more. Reluctantly, Hermione stood up, groggily walked over to her window, and opened it.
A large grey owl she had never seen flew into her room. "Why are you here now?" She questioned and pet it. Hermione had always wanted an owl, but she only gotten Crookshanks, who was staying with her parents in the muggle world this year. Hermione had guessed she would be far too busy with Prefects work to care for Crookshanks and left him there. She wasn't too far off. She was preoccupied with other matters.
Hermione carefully unrolled the letter and skimmed it in the same manner she had with Ron's note. "You have seemed to have lost something that is of much importance to you. If you would want it back, please come to the Astronomy Tower at midnight, no sooner or later, tomorrow night." Hermione groaned as she read it out loud. What had she lost this time? Her mind was boggling, she didn't notice the owl take off out the window.
She gave up on guessing and decided just to sleep, she'd think about it in the morning.
It was around four in the morning when Hermione woke with a jolt. Her mind raced. What had woken her? She had heard something. She was almost positive. Hermione's palms were sweating. She ran her fingers through her bushy hair. Her breath was ragged with fear. Damn these bloody rooms. There was no one else there to tell her if they had heard something too.
Hermione slowly calmed down and began to breathe normally again. The blood in her veins slowly lessened their banging and pounding. Suddenly she remembered. My diary. She gasped in horror.
Who had found it? Had they read it? Of course they had! They wouldn't know it was hers, would they? Now they knew about... Oh Merlin's beard! Hermione almost shrieked. She was panicking again.
Hermione's nerves had been out of the roof constantly this year, already. Now this? She choked on fear and slowly walked downstairs. She knew she had to find out who had her diary. Before midnight. But how?
Hermione slunked down into the first chair she came across. She rarely came into her common room. She never saw the person she shared it with either. Which was a relief. Having never gotten along with the git that had a room across the hall. Malfoy. She name made her cringe. They had been enemies since their Hogwarts career had begun. Hermione heaved another heavy sigh.
She lounged back further and could feel sleep overcoming her once more. She didn't try and fight it. Hermione could barely hear the clock ticking monotonously, and was asleep far before the sound of footsteps came walking from the edge of the common room and out the portrait hole, into the dark corridors of Hogwarts.
The next morning, Hermione woke with a squeak of a yawn. Her eyes blinked open. She groaned loudly once she realized where she was. How had she fallen asleep in the common room? Her eyes scanned the room. No sign of Malfoy. For that, she was glad. She made her way to her portrait hole to go to her room, when she was stopped by someone calling her. "Have a nice nap Granger?" She rolled her eyes and scowled. "Shove it Malfoy." She snapped. "I'm not in the mood for your lip today." "My lip?" Malfoy smirked in a tone that made her skin crawl. "I wasn't offering you a kiss, mudblood. I was simply going to ask you why you had to sleep downstairs when you could have easily refrained from keeping me awake half of the night with your loud, boisterous snoring." Hermione rolled her eyes. "If you knew anything, MALFOY, You would know that I don't snore." "Thank the gods that I didn't know that." Malfoy chuckled lightly. "I don't think I would like to, especially not from a first hand experience." He paused. "Maybe I should just ask Weasley? He could probably settle this argument." "RON WOULD NOT KNOW!" She screamed and then turned to glare at him, when she met his eyes, she knew. He had her diary. She wouldn't say anything about it. Maybe he hadn't read it. Maybe.. Oh who was she kidding? He knew her every secret now. She groaned. Probably every Slytherin knew them also. And Ravenclaw. And Hufflepuff. The gods know, Gryffindors too! "Shove it Malfoy." She said once more and quickly scaled the stairs to her room, but not after she threw out a few obscenities in his general direction and slammed her door.