Ih- Ga Day ya'll. How's she bootin' er? Lmao sry, it's the Miramichier in my comin' out to visit. Lol. Ya, anyway, moving on. That last chapter I wasn't too pleased with. It was a little on the boring side I think. I'm hoping that this one will be better. Oh, and random comment of the day: I HATE SCIENCE! I got 60 on my last test and then 67 on the definition quiz. But on the upside, I got 85 on my French test and we had a big ass two-day math test (that I finished the whole thing in one day) and I'm got 97 on it. Anyway, I'm gonna shut up now 'cause I'm sure that you guys don't want to hear how I'm doing at school because it has absolutely no relevance to this story…unless you consider that the characters are at school…ya…. shutting up now.
Disclaimer- read chapter 1 damn it! There's no need to rub it in. Shesh. I also do not own the Sword of Truth series, which belongs to Terry Goodkind (GO READ THEM! THEY ROCK!). Now I feel bad 'cause I don't own anything. I own…the whole Harry Potter collection…of the books…that I didn't write…gee, don't I know how to make myself feel better -.-
Chapter 3
Hermione was roused out of her sleep Sunday morning to an insistent knocking on her door. She grumbled under her breath as she untangled herself from her sheets and warm burgundy comforter. If that was Malfoy out there doing all that banging after going missing for a day, then she was going to give him a piece of her mind. She stumbled over to her chair that had her bathrobe thrown over it. She pulled it on and made her way over to the door with her eyes narrowed, and pulled the door open.
"Good morning, Miss. Granger. Please come down to the common room, I have some things to discus with you." Hermione wouldn't have been more shocked if it had been a giraffe standing outside her door. McGonagall made her way down the stairs leaving a very disgruntled Hermione Granger to stare after her.
Hermione finally composed herself and rushed into the bathroom that she and Malfoy shared. She quickly brushed her hair and teeth before washing. She straightened out her bathrobe, turned towards the door, and followed McGonagall's lead by also going down the stairs to the common room.
McGonagall had made herself quite comfortable on the sofa and was staring suspiciously at Tanaka, who was gazing impassively back at her. She followed the dog's gaze when he turned to look at Hermione.
"Professor, can I help you?" Hermione asked nervously as she took a seat in the chair that Tanaka was sitting by, which just happened to be the green one that Malfoy and Tanaka had claimed.
"Actually Miss. Granger, I'm hoping that you can," she said as she looked around the common room for something…or someone. "I was asked to come up here by the Head Master to ask the whereabouts of young Mr. Malfoy. You haven't seen him around have you?" She turned her hawk like eyes to Hermione.
Hermione was quiet for a moment. She hated to admit it, but she was starting to get worried. Not even the professors knew where Malfoy was. She shook her head as she answered. "No, I haven't seen him since Friday morning. He didn't show up that night at Hagrid's either, but Ali said that he left to go to it," she told her professor. McGonagall was silent for a few minutes before she nodded her head in acceptance to what Hermione had said.
"Very well then Miss. Granger. Thank you for your time," Hermione nodded her head and was about to say something before McGonagall interrupted her. "I have one other thing to discus with you before I leave."
"What's that Professor?" Hermione asked as Tanaka rearranged himself. McGonagall's eyes strayed to where he was.
"Filch told me that he saw you out on the grounds last night before curfew. He said that you were walking a dog. I told him that it must have been your cat that he had seen, but I see now that it was indeed a dog. Please explain this for me Miss. Granger."
Hermione shifted in her seat as she looked down at Tanaka. He looked up at her and seemed to raise an eyebrow asking her what she was going to do.
"Well you see Professor, Crookshanks died this summer in a car accident. Then, the night before last when I was coming back from the meeting, there were a bunch of…students kicking at something. It turned out to be this dog. I brought him back up here and fixed him all up," she stopped to take a breath. McGonagall gave her a doubtful look and started to speak, before Hermione returned the favor and interrupted her. "Professor, when I first came to Hogwarts, we all needed some sort of pet. Harry has an owl, Neville has a toad, Ron used to have a rat; and now he has an owl. I had a cat, and now I don't. Can't I keep Tanaka? He can come to class and stay by or under my desk. He's really quiet and he won't cause any trouble, I promise." Hermione was now on the edge of her seat and was ready to beg McGonagall to let her keep the dog.
McGonagall sat in silence. She wasn't exactly all for letting a dog into her classroom, but the students did require a pet of some sort. They needed a pet that would trust them so that the students could transfigure them or use potions on them, and dogs were a very trustworthy pet, no doubt about it. She sighed as she stood up. She turned her back on her brightest student and the dog and made her way to the entrance. She heard Hermione stand up and follow her. When she reached the portrait, she looked over her shoulder,
"Very well Miss. Granger. You may keep him. But mark my words; if he causes any problems, then he's gone. Is that clear?"
Hermione nodded her head in agreement, too shocked to say anything. McGonagall gave a curt nod before leaving through the portrait with a swish of her robe.
Hermione walked back to the chair and flopped down. Turning to Tanaka, a huge grin spreads across her face.
"Did you hear that boy? McGonagall approved of you," she told him excitedly. She almost laughed as Tanaka looked at her like he knew the outcome couldn't have been any different.
A rumbling caused Hermione's grin to grow and Tanaka to calk his head to the side.
"I guess it's time for breakfast," Hermione said as she stood back up. "I better go get dressed," she said to no one in particular as she made her way back up to her room to get dressed.
Draco watched as Granger practically skipped up to her room. He shook his head as he jumped up onto the chair that she had just been sitting in.
He had been quite curious when McGonagall had come strolling into the Head's rooms. He had followed her at a distance as she had gone up to his room first and peered in to see if he was there. Draco had rushed back to the common room before she had seen him and watched from there as she woke Granger up.
When she had questioned his roommate about his whereabouts, he was surprised that they had noticed his absence. He had then wondered why Dumbledore had sent McGonagall instead if his own head of house, Snape. His question was answered however when McGonagall had mentioned Filch seeing Granger with him last night.
He had actually been a little nervous when Granger had asked if she could 'keep' him. It wasn't that he wanted to be 'owned' by Granger, but she had been the first one that he had woken up to and she was a food source, so he didn't know what he would have done if McGonagall had thrown him out. He'd rather Granger owned his mind, body, and soul rather than that great giant of an oaf, Hagrid.
Of course, this meant that he would have to follow Granger around like a…well, like a dog. 'An upside to this though,' he thought to himself, 'is that I can still keep up in my work.'
He sat there in his thoughts for a few more minutes, until he heard Granger's door open and she came bounding down the stairs. She marched right past him and made her way to the entrance. He watched her over the back of his chair as she put her shoes on. When she went to open the portrait, she looked over her shoulder at him expectantly.
"Well, are you coming or not?" she asked as she walked out. Draco jumped up and ran out before the portrait closed on him. Damn women. Take forever to get ready to go somewhere when you're in a hurry but are out the door before you realize you're even leaving if it's something for them.
Draco fell into step beside Granger as they made their way down to the Great Hall. They made it all the way down to the entrance hall without incident and Draco couldn't believe their luck. That was, until he heard that bloody voice.
"Hey, Hermione, wait up." Potter yelled across the room as he and Weasley made their way over to Granger.
"Hey guys. Guess what?" she chirped as they finally caught up to them.
"What's up, 'Mione?" Weasley asked as he walked on Draco's other side.
"McGonagall said that I can keep Tanaka. Isn't that great?" Draco rolled his eyes. If she got anymore excited, she's piss herself.
"So you finally came up with a name for him. That's great 'Mione," Potter congratulated her as he walked on her other side.
"Ya, that's great," Weasley said as he reached out to pat Draco on the head, not noticing Draco's ears going flat, until he growled.
"Don't fucking touch me Weasley," Draco growled. If there was anyone he hated more than his father and Potter, it was Weasley. He jerked his hand back and took a step away from Draco.
"That dog's bloody mad, 'Mione. And you're gonna keep him?" he gave Granger an offended look like it was a direct offence to him.
"Oh grow up Ron. You should know better then trying to pet a strange animal. Besides, he doesn't like to be touched," Granger scolded Weasley as they walked into the Great Hall.
Draco almost kept walking to the Slytherin table, until he ran into Granger legs as she turned to go take her seat at the Gryffindor table. He then remembered what his housemates had done to him the other night, and he followed Granger to her seat. Not wanting to draw too much attention to himself, which he was sure that he would, Draco slipped between two chairs until he was under the table by Grangers feet. Draco almost laughed at the irony of it all; here he was at the feet of a mudblood. He almost laughed, but not quite. He settled himself in as the food appeared. The sudden arrival of the food attacked his nose. His mouth watered as he smelt bacon, eggs, toast, pancakes, sausage, and pumpkin juice all at once.
Draco sat up so quick that he almost hit his head on the table when Grangers hand slide under the table with a plate full of bacon, sausage, and toast. He waited until her hand was away from the plate before diving in. If possible, he was hungrier than he had been he day before. That one and a quarter sandwich defiantly hadn't filled him.
"Did either of you see Malfoy yesterday or this morning?" Draco's ears perked up at the mention of his name. There was silence for a moment and Draco was sure that the other two thirds of the Golden Trio were gaping at their third as if she had grown two heads.
"'Mione, are you ok?" Weasley asked incredulously through a mouthful of food causing Draco to curl his nose in disgust.
"Yes. I'm fine, Ron. Thanks for asking," came Granger's sarcastic reply. "McGonagall came up to our dorm this morning and asked me if I had seen him around. I had been wondering where he was myself. He didn't show up for our meeting the other night." Draco stopped eating for a moment. She had said that last part as if she was trying to cover up that she had been wondering about his whereabouts. This was very interesting.
"No," came the slow response from Potter. "I haven't seen him around. I'm kind of glad though." Draco saw Potter's form lean more towards his friends as his voice dropped. "But think about it 'Mione. We're in our last year. Malfoy will soon be of age to become a Death Eater. That and his father had a high rank in Voldemort's inner circle before he was sent to Azkaban. He could have vouched for Malfoy to get the Dark Mark early." Draco growled low in his throat. What the hell did Potter know about the Death Eater's ranks? The Dark Lord didn't take new recruits into his numbers until they were 18. However, Draco's father had put a word in for Draco to get his mark early. Draco had bluntly refused. Don't get him wrong. He wasn't on Dumbledore's side either. He still believed that muggle borns and half-breeds were lower that the pure bloods. He just didn't approve of the way the Dark Lord went about. He had gotten the shit beaten out of him when he had refused his father. Draco was about to take a good chunk out of Potter's leg, when Granger's voice stopped him.
"I don't think so Harry. Malfoy might be a complete git, but I don't thank that he's…it's hard to explain. I know that he treats us bad and looks down on muggle borns and half bloods, but you've seen him with his father. The last time I saw the two together they both were sharing a look of hatred to the other." When Granger stopped talking, there was silence. He was guessing that the other two were yet again gawking at her. Draco had to hand it to witch, she was observant. He remembered seeing Granger at Diagon Alley when he was getting his school supplied with his father. She had been passing in the middle of a very heated argument about him yet again only being second best next to a mudblood. She was right when she said that she had seen the hate.
"Anyway, that's enough of that talk. Let go down to the lake again shall we?" Draco stood up when she did, not wanting to be left behind. When she moved out of the way, he walked out from under the long table and snapped at Weasley when he almost stepped on him. "Would you watch it Ron! You're really not getting on Tanaka's good side."
'He never has been, Granger,' Draco grumbled under his breath as he made his way to Granger's other side, getting as far away from the Weasel as he could.
Hermione found herself under the tree by the lake again. Ron was throwing rocks into the lake while Harry was trying to get Tanaka to chase a stick that he was tossing. Tanaka was looking back at him with a look of annoyance and amusement. She shook her head at the three of them as she put her head back into her book.
She was currently reading the ninth book of the Sword of Truth series, Chainfire. It was about a normal man who finds out that he is a wizard, a very rare wizard known as a War Wizard. The latest addition to the series was mildly confusing her. Everyone, except the main character, was acting as if they never met another of the main characters.
She looked up from her book when she felt as if someone was looking over her shoulder. She turned her head to find Tanaka looking at her book from behind her. She frowned when she saw that his silver eyes were darting back and forth as if he was reading. Hermione slowly lied down on her stomach and put the book in front of her. Tanaka lay down beside her, but didn't touch her. Hermione pushed it to the back of her mind as she continued.
She let out a sigh after reading the same line fifteen times. Her mind kept wandering to Malfoy and what Harry had said. As much as she hated Malfoy, she hoped that Harry was wrong. It just didn't seem like something that Malfoy would do, no matter how big of a prat he was. Hermione's sigh turned into an annoyed growl. Why the hell couldn't she get Malfoy out of her head? He had been haunting her thoughts ever since she had seen him at the opening feast. She couldn't deny that she was physically attracted to the blond Slytherin.
When he had walked into the great hall with all his friends around him, she had to take a double take. She almost hadn't recognized him. He was taller than Harry now and stood about a head above her. The years from playing Quidditch had finally paid off. His robes had been open and he was wearing a tight black shirt showing off his well-toned chest and arms. He didn't have his hair all gelled back like he used to wear it, but it was cut a little shorter than normal and was spiked up in every which way. Her fingers had itched to run through those silky tresses. He had lost that babyish look on his face and his cheekbones were now well defined and showed his strong chin. He was drop dead gorgeous and the biggest jackass that she had ever met.
Hermione gave a start when something touched her arm. She looked over and was surprised to see that Tanaka had placed one of his paws on her arm. If it had been any other dog, she probably wouldn't have been surprised, but this dog so far hadn't liked any human contact. He was looking back and forth between her and the book. When Hermione raised an eyebrow at him, he let out a sigh and put his nose to the page. Hermione reached out with her other hand and flipped the page. Tanaka took his paw off of her arm and went back to…reading her book.
"Guys…did you see…" she glanced around for the boys when she realized that it had gone quiet. Harry was staring at Tanaka with his mouth open and Ron had his arm raised above his head about to throw another rock while also staring at Tanaka in amazement.
Hermione was just glad that she wasn't the only one who saw that her dog was reading.
Ih- voila! Chapter 3 complete. I know I would be totally freaked out if my dog started to read my books…mostly because she's too stupid to do something like that. At least Hermione and the gang are in the wizarding world and not the muggle world lol. Don't worry; the plot will start to move along nicely during the next chapter. I was going to put it in this chapter, but I didn't think it would fit right, so bare with me.
Anyway, I've decided (because I can), that I'm going to put a random quote or something at the end of every chapter from now on…if I remember to.
Today's random Quote (and one of my favorites)- "It wasn't us that ate the chips…it was the CHIPMUNKS!" –Alicia (Ms.SoUrPuSs)
Now to answer the reviews:
Marajade64- thank you, I'm glad that you loved it. I'll try to keep up the good work, I want to make this story good. I'll talk atcha later
Ms.SoUrPuSs- lmao you know, I'm actually considering doing that. Can you imagine! LMAO that would be so funny lmao thanks for the review. I'll talk atcha later.
Smoke-Angel- Thanks a lot for the review. I can just imagine Hermione's face when she finds out…really, I can lol I have it all planned out how she finds out. Lol again, thanks for the review. Talk atcha later.
Ih- come on guys, 3 reviews! sniff I'm gonna cry. Well, for those of you who are reading this, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Talk atcha's later.
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