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Table for Two
Summary: When house elves want something, they certainly get it. They want revenge and they knew they would succeed. But what they didn't expect was that instead of punishment, they had given them the opportunity to do what they didn't know they can. To believe in something they didn't. How will the 6th year Slytherin prince and the most intelligent witch escape the wrath of this army? And did even any of you think that house elves were always good? [DMHG] [Don't read if you haven't read OotP]
Genre: Romance/Humor
Chapter 1 – In a State of Disorientation
'Harry, hurry up with those!' Hermione scolded her friend as he was talking to Lavander Brown who was sitting in the common room. He tried to plead for her to help him in escaping from Hermione's grasp but with no such luck. It only resulted to a 'sympathetic' look from the girl and a laugh from Dean.
Harry was carrying multiple stacks of cloths in one hand and a sewing and knitting kit on the other. These were supposed to be made into clothes, hats and scarves for the house elves.
'Okay, now put it down there and sit down Harry. Promise me not to be sneaking off like last time you did. Crooshanks will be watching you. I'll just get something.' Hermione warned as she went to the girl's dorm leaving Crooshanks right in front of Harry.
'Oh brother!' Harry thought. He really didn't want to disappoint his best friend but doing an extra 8 foot long essay in Potions, which is not actually required and are just for extra credits, would be much better than this.
Harry was staring at the pile of cloth on the table. He was thinking about how many hours would he be there, making clothes for the house elves who didn't even want to be set free and where the bloody hell Ron was.
'So, you're a lucky person aren't you, not having to do all of these.' Harry told Crooshanks.
Dead silence.
'Well, you're a cat, so you wouldn't be able to do this... Why the hell am I talking to you anyway?' he asked the cat and raised his hands in frustration and as a sign of giving up at his own question.
Dead silence.
That is, until he heard somebody whispering his name. The voice was deep and was husky. It's like a voice of someone all too familiar one.
Voldemort.
'Harry! Harry! Harry Potter. Come to me...' it went on. He looked behind him but everyone seemed preoccupied with what they were doing. It seems that they do not feel the presence of evil around them.
Harry took out his wand and gripped it tightly, scanning the room. He was starting to sweat like hell. He then looked at the window in front of him where he can see the pitch black of night. He knew he must save these innocent people.
'Harry Potter. I can't believe that you are THE boy who lived with this stupidity of yours. Hahahahaha!' the sound of the laughter made a horrible feeling inside Harry. Harry pushed his glasses to his nose because it was sliding off due to perspiration.
'You can not even see where I hide!' It went on with a hideous snicker. Harry held his forehead, the scar. It was searing with unbearable pain.
'Over here, you dumb ass!' the voice said once more and he saw Ron crouching behind a couch.
Or maybe he was just imagining that his forehead hurt.
'Oh, hey Ron!' he said while standing up wiping the perspiration of his forehead and raising his hand as a sign that he spotted him.
'Get down!' Ron hissed and Harry suddenly sat down thinking and immediately snapped back to reality.
'Ron! What the hell are you doing?' he whispered angrily as he glanced over the girl's dorm to see if Hermione was anywhere in sight.
'What?' Ron asked unaware of what he did.
'You exactly know what!' Harry said irritatedly.
'Oh, that! What does it look like Harry? I'm hiding from Mione. I wouldn't want to sit there with her sewing clothes for those little critters. Now come on! I know you wouldn't want to be stuck there.' Ron motioned for Harry to come with him.
'I was talking about that husky freaky voice you were doing.' he said bluntly.
'Ah... That one. Just practicing my skills... Now what are you waiting for, Christmas?'
With a last glance at where Hermione was supposed to appear, he crept slowly to Ron but stopped in mid tracks, still crouching and stiffened a smile.
'Well, what are stopping for? We're not playing any statue game, for your information Harry. Come on now or we'll get caught.' Ron suggested. Harry just stood up and fixed his shirt.
Ron followed suit but didn't fix his shirt, he just made an expression that said, "what's-the-hell-is-the-matter-with-you?" Harry faked a cough and then motioned for Ron to look behind him with a "we're-dead" look.
Then Ron heard a tap on the floor. Then another, then another, then another until he looked around in a frightened expression.
'Critters eh? They're called HOUSE ELVES for heaven's sake Ron! You've been living with them for five years and still you think they're called critters.' Hermione snapped.
'We're not exactly as rich as THE Malfoy's to be able to afford even a single house elf.' Ron backed with an utmost look of apprehension.
'Well, you've lived with Hogwarts house elves for five years and I don't think that you're THAT STUPID not to know what they're called. And besides, you promised to help me with these so SIT down there.' Hermione retorted as she pointed onto the chairs.
Harry and Ron each grabbed a seat and looked at each other.
'Yeah! Girl power!' Hermione thought while smiling to herself. 'Now that we're settled, I made designs here and you can start picking one and also start sewing. Or knitting, if you prefer.' she said as she laid the materials out.
Harry gulped. 'Sewing would do, right Ron.' Harry looked at Ron nodding and Ron also started nodding. Nodding endlessly.
'Would you two stop doing that.' Hermione demanded the two as she gave both chocolate frogs to munch on.
'At least, we have something to cheer about.' muttered Ron as he took out his wand.
'Ron, you wouldn't be using your wand, would you?' Hermione said looking at Ron while talking out needles and threads.
'Well... Why wouldn't I?'
'Because if you sew it by hand, it would give an impression that you're really happy to set them free.' Hermione said while she started on cutting cloths.
'Well I'm not!' Ron said a little too loud while standing up and causing everybody in the common room to look at him. After about 10 seconds, they all went back to what they were doing.
Hermione shut up. Harry pulled Ron's shirt and glared at him.
'Sorry Hermione.' Ron muttered and sat back down.
Hermione looked up with a smile. 'Acting workshops really does wonders!' she thought. 'So anyway guys, I've got you something. It's a present from me.' Hermione fumbled on her pocket when the sound of breaking glass reached her ears.
The window behind her just suddenly broke when a broom with its passenger just crashed into it, purposely. It drew out chaos in the common room where the shrieks of the girls were clearly heard. The rider stood up and wore an all too familiar smirk.
Malfoy.
'What the hell do you think are you doing here? Breaking the peace of our common room and breaking the window into shattered glass.' Hermione stood up and demanded as she stomped towards the Slytherin. She was definitely ready to give out a detention and take points. She was of course able to do this, well, what do you expect? Her not being a Head Girl? Although he was battling with THE Head Boy, so that makes a little conflict though...
'Hey Hermione.' he said with a smile.
'A smile? Can Malfoy even have a smile? Though it was cute. What?!' Hermione thought.
'And since when were we in first name basis DRACO?' Hermione said his name with vitriol dripping on its edge. He laughed. Hermione stiffened at this and looked up with pride.
'Baby, what are you talking about?' Malfoy said and winked at her. Then he drew close to her and kissed her.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!' the shriek of a certain Gryffindor echoed through out the girl's dormitory.
The curtains of Hermione's four poster were quickly drawn and the faces of her room mates were distinctly alarmed.
'Hermione, Hermione honey, are you okay dear?' Lavender's voice came out more of a motherly tone as she sat down beside her and rubbed her shoulders. Hermione pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around it, her face still painted with shock.
'You just had a bad dream, that's all.' Parvati assured her friend.
'Bad dream? It isn't even a bad dream! It's the worst dream ever in my whole life! It's a nightmare!' Hermione retorted. Her face staring it mid air as she stretched her arms in add to the exaggeration of her words.
'What is it about?' Parvati asked.
'Malfoy kissed me.' she said with utmost disgust.
'Oh my God! I'd like trade anything to have a dream like that!' Lavender said.
'Me too! That's Malfoy, honey! THE MOST hot guy here in the school!' Parvati giggled followed by Lavender.
Hermione buried her face in her hands. 'Eeewww.' She thought as she left the girls, day dreaming about the prat and took off for a shower and headed straight to the common room to meet up with her best friends.
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'Hey, did you hear that scream this morning?' Ginny asked as she sat down beside Ron who was munching on roast chicken and carrots.
'Scream? What scream?' he asked while chewing that resulted to an unexplainable disgusted look on Ginny. 'Anyway,' she said trying hard not to look at his brother. 'A scream woke people up in the dorm this morning at exactly 7:30.' she said as a 'a matter of factly.'
'No, didn't hear anything. So that was the reason why a lot of the girls woke up early today.' Harry commented looking at the stretch of table full of girls. He looked back at his friends. Harry was expecting for Hermione to pipe in the conversation but found her looking far away and her mind drifting beyond this world.
'Hermione, are you alright?' asked Harry, waving his hands up and down in front of Hermione to get her attention. But she did not snap out of the trance. Harry followed her gaze to an empty spot in the Slytherin table then back to the girl.
Ginny sighed and immediately asked, 'In what page is Dumbledore metioned in Hogwarts, A History in where it was rumored that he kept a live dragon in the castle and was proven not guilty?' Hermione didn't even think nor look at Ginny when she answered the question.
'Page 109.'
Ginny faced Harry and Ron, 'I now conclude that Hermione shouldn't deserve to be top 1 in your batch. It's page 110. She clearly disoriented.'
Harry kissed Hermione on the cheek.
'What the hell are you doing, Harry Potter?' Hermione snapped as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. Harry grinned and Hermione pinched him causing Harry to gasp air at the jolt of pain.
'We were talking about the shriek this morning. D'you know who it was?' Ginny asked.
'Oh... Hmmm... Oh! That was my fault actually.' Hermione said gulping. Ron, Harry and Ginny stared at her for an explanation.
Hermione looked over the Slytherin table as a silvery blonde haired boy sat down at the empty spot. Hermione's eyes got bigger.
'And why exactly did you scream?' Ron asked and followed her stare.
'Malfoy kissed me.' she said monotonously.
Ginny choked, Harry dropped his fork and knife and Ron's eyes got angrier.
'What the hell...' Ron said, standing up and his fist forming into a ball ready to punch. He was halfway to the Slytherin table.
'Excuse me?' Harry finally managed to say.
'Oh! That was just the worst nightmare Harry!' Hermione said shaking her head and hugging her friend.
'Nightmare? So it was a dream?' Ginny said.
'Nightmares are dreams Ginny.' Hermione commented.
'Holy crap!' Harry shouted and looked at Ron who was tapping Malfoy's back. Malfoy turned to him, obviously irritated that Ron was there. Ron grabbed a bunch of Malfoy's cloak and was to punch him when Harry finally got to his senses.
'Oi mate! It was only a dream! Come back here before you do anything incredibly stupid.' Harry shouted.
Ron released his grasp from Malfoy's cloak and sent out a nervous laugh. 'Uh... Sorry about that. Just a misunderstanding.' The Slytherins laughed at him.
'Well, you better be.' Malfoy said angrily as he fixed himself. Ron just stared in horror. 'What are you still doing here?' he hissed and Ron immediately ran back to the table.
'Don't ever come back here if you don't have any reason or I'll snap your legs into two!' Malfoy shouted as soon as Ron turned his back and laughed with his fellows.
'Mione! Why didn't you tell right away?' Ron asked, annoyed at the fact that he was humiliated in front of the Slytherin table.
'Oh, sorry Ron.' Hermione said, somewhat taken away by the thoughts of the dream which made her receive shivers.
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The rest of Hermione's day went like hell. She was still horror struck about the dream that whenever Malfoy would jeer at them, she would only result into staring at the floor and not fight back. Well, it was better, since she was the Head Girl. But unfortunately, she has to go back to the Head Girl/Head Boy dorm. She just didn't stay there for the night because she had to stay one last time at her Gryffindor tower. For sentimental purposes, which Malfoy had actually thought very weak of her.
And to add to that, the news that she was the alarm clock of the Gryffindor girls spread out. And what's worse is the reason of why she shrieked also had been spread. 'Great! Just Great!' Hermione often thought when people would look at her.
She was on her way to her dorm from the library when she thought about her room mates. 'Well, what do you expect from a pair of girls who are in the restriction of death when they would not gossip.' She sighed as she trudged along the empty corridor. 'Oh crap! What now will I do if Malfoy would annoy me? That git!'
When she reached the corner, she saw Harry and Ron sitting on the floor, waiting for her. 'Hey Hermione! Thought you could use some company. Since that 'thing' spread out, we thought you might need extra mouths to shut Malfoy up.' Harry said approaching her.
'Yeah! We figured out that you'd also want someone to have a decent conversation with.' added Ron.
'Thanks! That's so wonderful of you guys! Then we could start some clothes for those poor house elves!' she said sympathetically.
Harry and Ron looked at her with helpless expressions. They were going to make clothes for the S.P.E.W. A bad idea. A very very bad idea.
Hermione went towards the portrait of man who was in his mid 20's.
'Password?'
'Green Dragon.' Hermione muttered. The portrait swung open and she was followed inside by the two.
But Hermione's entrance was blocked by Malfoy's broom, diagonally placed for her not to be able to pass. Hermione was about to kick it when Malfoy popped out and held it firm on the wall.
'How about give me a real kiss, Granger?' he said, towering over the Gryffindor.
Hermione raised her eyebrow and made a puking sound. Malfoy was smirking all the way.
'Oh wait! I wouldn't want mudblood filth all over my lips, would I?' he said with a fake pitiful look on his face.
Just then a cough was heard behind her. Malfoy looked at the two boys and sneered at them. 'Piss off.' he drawled. The three shared glares to see who was the weakest. A silent war.
'They happen to be my visitors.' Hermione said, bringing the attention back to her. 'Now you piss off or I'll hex you into a little roach this time. You wouldn't have Ms. UMBRIDGE to save you now, would you?'
'Oh yeah?' he threatened.
'Piss off, Malfoy.' Harry said in gritted teeth.
'I'll let you go this time, Granger, but I'll get back.' Malfoy said as he got his broom and locked himself in his bedroom.
'So much for that, let's get to work.' Hermione said happily as she opened a resized box full of materials that were previously shrunk.
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