Originally written to be an OS, here comes a six-chapters long little story. Already fully written, will be online as soon as I finish my OCD corrections.
Little warning : this is cuter than my last. Don't know if the category "humour" is legit though :/ you tell me.
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English still not my first language.
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Title from I slept with someone in FOB and [...] by FOB
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. MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK
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"...recipes, restoring spells, repelling charms, revealers…"
The quiet voice of Hermione Granger was muttering out loud what her eyes were scanning on the shelves of the library.
It had always helped her finding more quickly what she was looking for - especially when the only light illuminating the room was the tip of her wand, and when her research was a little blurred out by the fabric of Harry's invisibility cloak standing between her eyes and the spines of the books.
Obviously, the dictionary of ancient runes had been stored elsewhere that night.
Ok, next shelf.
She started over on the next one, walking as quietly as possible and wondering how this freaking book she knew so well could still avoid to be found.
"...reducting spells, room-sealing spells, rules and regulations, ru…"
But suddenly, too fast for her brain to understand how, her body unexpectedly fell forward and all she could think of now was that sharp pain electrifying one of her wrists.
"Ouch !" she cringed, almost biting her tongue not to scream.
After a very long couple of seconds, she tried to move her wrist to give it a test, but something was probably dislocated in there. Great. Hermione fumbled around with her valid hand to find her wand that had rolled somewhere - turning off the only light - but when her fingers found it, her heart missed a beating.
Her wrist was not the only thing the fall had screwed. "Oh no... no, no, no, no !" she whispered in horror as she picked up the pieces frantically.
Ok, Hermione. First, calm down. Breath.
She gave a look around to try to understand the situation. It really looked like she had fallen in some pit which depth was at least twice her height.
How ?
Since when Hogwart's library was filled with surprised holes any distracted student could fall into ?
More than accustomed to remain calm in such situations, Hermione let her eyes get used to the darkness of her trap. Her trap that was, fortunately, situated pretty close to one of the huge windows through which the silver glow of the moon was filtering.
She had fallen in what looked like some kind of storing pit for obsolete books, and she would have shiver in wonder if only she hadn't notice at the same second that there wasn't any stairs or ladder left to get out.
Don't worry. There must be a way up.
But no ascending spell with that now shattered wand of her, and there were not enough books down there to craft homemade stairs.
Panic started crawling between her ribs as she pictured herself found out by Filch on his early morning rounds. How many points from Gryffindor would be taken off for this ?
She got down on her knees, cursing herself for her stubborn need to find out that absurd rune her mind was sleepless about, and cursing Harry for letting her borrow the cloak, and cursing that freaking Mrs Pince that couldn't have closed her stupid pit, could she?
Well, maybe the librarian needed to do some organizing within the books late at night, because of the upcoming holidays… But still.
She started massaging her sprained wrist, her mind running full speed to find a solution.
The key was not to panic. There's always a solution, anyway.
She was breathing calmly when steps coming from the surface made her jump.
She froze in fright, but hope started flowing through her as she realized the steps were way too fast - and too feminine - to be Filch. The mysterious girl even happened to come right over the edge of the hole, and Hermione had already took a breath to scream for help when she choked herself as her eyes realized it was Pansy Parkinson.
Crap !
She disappeared under the cloak half a second before the Slytherin girl leaned over the pit, and she blocked her breathing as Pansy's cold eyes searched the bottom of the cavity.
Had she heard something ? What was she looking for ?
What was she even doing there ?
But a few minutes later, other footsteps appeared somewhere in the library, and Parkinson turned over to give the newcomer a bright smile.
Hermione bit her lips when she realized who it was. Seriously ?
Could this night get any more complicated ?
"Draco" Parkinson whispered , her crystal-clear voice as soft as usual.
Yeah, right, these two annoying kids are together. Awesome.
Hermione held a heavy sigh as the boy leaned over to give Pansy a kiss, and slipped his hands in his pocket with his unbearable nonchalant attitude.
"Why the hell did you want to meet here, by the way ?" Malfoy asked, his suspicious look glancing everywhere.
"I don't know" she said smoothly "I wasn't really feeling like meeting in the common room, with everyone around, you know…."
"Yeah I get that, but why the library ?" he asked, still on his guard.
"Isn't scary the new romantic ?" she muttered, getting closer to him.
If he was about to answer back, he didn't, for Pansy's hands grab the collar of his shirt and dragged him to her in a kiss Hermione would have given anything not to witness. She closed her eyes, praying all the gods she would not be forced to witness more.
The languid kiss became a strange hug, in which Pansy turned Draco over so his back faced Hermione, and for a second the girl feared they would both fall into the pit the way she did.
But Parkinson suddenly backed off, aiming at Malfoy what obviously was his own wand she had just stolen away.
The boy froze, astounded, and asked very calmly as he raised both his hands in surrender.
"Well... what the fuck ?"
"Do I look that stupid, Malfoy ?" she hissed with quiet fury, her teeth glowing in the darkness of the room.
"Of course, asking you why would be useless ?" he drawled, trying his best not to let any worry echo in his voice.
"Answer me : do I look that stupid ?"
"You don't look stupid at all, Pans'."
She took a step forward, her wand almost touching his chest.
"Oh, even better ! That was pure purpose, then, right ? Just to humiliate me ? Great !" she almost cried out, and Malfoy clenched his jaw, trying to calm her down.
"Please, don't get carried away, sweetheart. Not here." He tried to reach for her shoulder but she pushed away his hand with an irascible gesture, her voice back to pure ice.
"Don't you dare touching me."
He backed off and stood still for a second, probably hoping she had calm down, but before he could ask anything she started again. "You're the worst, you know that ?"
"I don't really…"
"You're the worst and unfortunately for you, I'm not really forgiving" Pansy murmured with a joyless smile, lowering the wand as she took a step back.
And she gave him, right in the chest, the greatest kick Hermione had ever witness.
Malfoy fell backward in what really reminded Hermione of a muggle movie scene, and she would have burst out into a cheerful and mocking laughter if only the boy was not falling right onto her.
She got just enough time to stick against the wall - holding her breath under Harry's cloak - before the boy hit the ground.
Draco Malfoy fell on both his feet without making a single sound, for he was probably pretty used to such altercations. Or for he was just skilled.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck..." his voice grunted in growing rage as he looked up at Pansy, who leaned over the edge of the pit with a huge, satisfied grin. His left hand was pressed against his obviously aching sternum, and he seemed to have trouble getting his breathing back.
The Slytherin girl gave him the brightest smile, her voice a sweet melody. "Have a good night, love of my life. I hope you choke in your nightmares."
And she just walked away.
"Pans' ! Come back !" he started, fright slowly altering his voice. "Pansy ! I'm sorry, okay ? I really am ! Come back !"
He was almost yelling when she appeared again, still smiling. She purred with a silken voice. "Please, don't get carried away, sweetheart. Not here."
And as he was petrified in outrage, she waved her wand above the pit along with two spells he probably didn't know. But Hermione did, and she almost gave away her position with a gasp just before Parkinson definitely took off.
Fuck !
Hermione Granger was now stuck in not only a silenced and hidden dark pit but along with a humiliated - and therefore furious - Draco Malfoy.
Best night ever, right ?
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