A/N: Did I surprise you guys with the last chapter? That was supposed to be a total shock, even though most of you were probably starting to figure it out...anyway, I'm here with chapter 10. And some news. Since I'm moving, for the next month or so, I'm not going to have acess to the internet all the time. My updates will be less frequent, only about once a week, but don't worry; I won't quit on you.
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Here's Chapter 10!
Be a Doll
Chapter 10: Ah, the Anger...
" If you don't shut up, I'm going to start jumping around." Hermione hissed, as she made her way down the hall, Draco jabbering away about her clumines in her pocket. It was more than a half an hour later, and they were still trying to get used to this new way of getting around. After a while, he had stopped complaining so much, even without her completely changing her way of walking. This was may have been because she shut him back up in the box, and threatened to have Hedwig eat him. For some 'strange' reason , this got him to behave a little better.
" I'll do what I want, when I want, Granger I do not have to do everything you say." he answered, sticking his tongue out at her childishly.
" Sorry to break it to you Malfoy, but you do. I'm almost positive a fall from this high would be enough to kill you." At this, he ducked back down into her pocket, grumbling about 'stupid Mudbloods'.
Hermione was finally in the Great Hall, where she sat down next to Ron. Harry was sitting diagonally from her, and both were eating like mad.
" Haven't you two been here for a while? I thought you'd be done by now." she said, watching them for a moment. Hemione felt Malfoy moving around in her pocket, sticking his head out a little to be able to see.
The boys didn't answer her. Their faces seemed glued to the plate. ' Oh great.' she thought, rolling her eyes a bit, ' Time to bring out the attention getter.'
Hemione waved her hand in front of Ron's face. "I need to tell you something!" she started, making her voice almost frantic. "I can deny no longer. I am madly in love with Draco Malfoy. He is so sexy, with his silky blond hair and pale gray eyes..."
Harry and Ron stopped in mid-bite, and slowly turned to her. "I think I'm going to be sick." Harry said, turning slightly green.
Ron just nodded.
Hermione looked at them strangely. "I was only joking." She explained, leaning back away from them. She didn't want vomit all over her clothes.
" But you called him sexy." Ron spat, looking a little green as well. "That's just, just disgusting. It's wrong. I think I'm goint to throw up. Really."
She sighed. "Again, I WAS JUST JOK-ING. UN-DER-STAND?" She said loudly and clearly. "What else can I do if your not paying attention?"
Harry shook his head suddenly. "Yes, we're sorry Hermione, we should have been listening to you. Just...don't do that ever again. Now, what were you saying?"
" Oh, never mind!" She exclaimed, turning to her pancakes, drowning them with syrup. "Sometimes, I really just don't believe you, you say I need a sense of humor..." she trailed off, as she realized they weren't listening again. Instead, they were staring in awe at the Slytherin table. God, what did she have to do to get these idiots to pay attention?
" Look." Ron breathed, pointing across the room.
Hermione did, and saw what he was pointing at.
Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on either of an empty seat. They both were confused, scanning the Hall for Malfoy.
Not that they would ever find him. Because who would ever look in Hermione's pocket?
" Malfoy's gone!" Ron shouted joyfully, jumping in his seat. " I've been waiting for this day my entire life!"
" Do you know where he is Hemione?" Harry asked, turing to her in interest.
She was stunned. What the heck was she supposed to say?
Suddenly, she felt a tiny fist hit her in the hip, and an equally small leg kick her thigh. She gripped her pocket, squeezing it's inhabitants until they squeaked.
" That's, because, uh...he left. Yes, that's it, he left. He left, but he'll be back. I don't know when. But he will be. I hope." These words came tumbling from her mouth, and she was yet again regretting them all too quickly.
" Why do you hope he'll be back Hermione?" Ron questioned icily, all joy forgotten. "First the candy, now this. What's going on?"
" Ron, in case you forgot, those were Cockroach Clusters. For a prank. And the only reason, I'll hope he'll be back is becasue otherwise, I'll have to...to do patrol duty by myself!" she finished, coming up with the most reasonable sounding lie she could think of. "And Ron, how many times do I have to tell you, I am old enough to take care of myself. I don't need you hounding me every second of my life!"
He turned crimson at her words. "Sorry, Hemione it's just that.."
" I know. You don't want me or Harry to ever get hurt. You mean a lot to me too Ron. But still, we've all been through so much, I think I can take care of a lousy Ferret."
He smiled, and they all went back to their food. Hemione was distracted for a while, until there was a pinching at her side, and a quiet. " I'm hungry!" heard.
As sneakily as she could, she picked up a pancake, a piece of bacon, and some bread, and wrapped it all up in a napkin. She thought about taking a goblet of orange juice, but decided it would be too risky, and just stuffed the napkin in the pocket that Malfoy wasn't in.
" Hemione, what are you doing?" a voice asked her. She turned and saw Neville standing over her, a confused look on his face. "Why are you taking all that food? You just ate."
She was really starting to lose it. Any second now, she was just going to end up telling the whole school that she had the 3-inch tall Head Boy in her pocket. This was just too much. Who knew how long she'd have to go through this just to feed Malfoy?
But then, she had the most fabulous idea. Actually, it was just another great sounding lie. She motioned for Neville to come closer, and in his ear, she whispered, "Well, you know how Ginny's in the Hospital Wing?" he nodded and she continued. "I have special visiting privleges, and I go to see her everyday. And because of her condition," She said, drawing out the word. "They won't let her eat pancakes or bacon, and she just adores them. So I sneak it to her every once in a while." Hermione paused for dramatic effect. " You won't tell anyone, will you? I'm only doing it for Ginny."
Neville got back up and shook his head. "Oh, no, of course not Hermione, I wouldn't want you or Ginny to get in trouble."
She smiled warmly, as she got up from her seat to leave. "Thanks."
Hemione had almost left the table when she heard Harry say something. " Didn't you say you went to you room to put your hair up? It's not up."
" Of course it is." she responded, before running out before anyone else could start questioning her.
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Hermione flopped down on her bed face first, ignoring the screams of pain coming from her pocket. That had been hard. She was pretty sure that just this morning she had lied more than she had her whole life. And doing that didn't exactly come easily.
From next to her ear, Malfoy yelled. "Get up! Why did you do that? I could have been killed!"
She moved onto her side so she could face him, her head still resting on her arm. "I remember quite clearly that you said the the exact same thing when I just slammed a door on you. Now, how are you more likely to die? By (A) getting squashed by a door, of (B) getting squashed by me?"
He stared at her blankely. "I don't know. Which weighs more?"
She sighed tiredly. "Me, probably, but as if I'd tell you my weight."
Malfoy was now sitting on her arm, which was right by her head. "Why not? I know a lot of stuff about you anyway. What's one more thing going to hurt?"
" Please," Hermione scoffed, "You know nothing about me."
" Sure I do. I know what you look like." She looked at him unimpressed. "No really, I could make such a good desription of you that someone who never even saw you could picture you."
" Okay then, Draco. Give me a desription." He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "No, do it with your eyes closed. I want to see if you remember me." Malfoy made a face, but closed his eyes anyway.
" How could I forget you anyway, dearest Hermione? You are THE Mudblood."
" I even have a title? I'm honored your Royal Pratness." She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
" Your Royal Sexy Pratness." He corrected. She could just hear the smirk in his tone.
Hemione scowled. "Oh, come on. Like I told those two idiots, I only said it to get their attention. I have to do it all the time."
" So you call me sexy on a daily basis."
She drove her nail into his stomach and heard a satisfying yelp. "Shut up, and get on with your crummy desription."
Malfoy started, rather reluctantly at first. "Fine. Let's start with you Know-It-All head. You have a large, frizzy bush of...caramel colored hair."
'Caramel colored? What's wrong with him?' her mind screamed.
" And you have crème colored skin, that looks almost as white as mine."
' CRÈME?'
" Your eyes are a choclatey brown, the French kind, not that other one, it's way to lumpy."
She almost started to laugh when she realized what was going on.
" Malfoy?"
" Mm-hm?"
" Are you...hungry?"
One eye popped open. He was sitting in the crook of her arm now. "Is it that obvious?"
Hermione tried to laugh, but it came out a yawn. She hadn't noticed how tired she was. "Your desribing me like a dessert instead of a girl."
" Well, that will happen to you if you haven't eaten breakfast and it's already 10 in the morning."
She pointed to her pocket. "There's food in there. Some bacon, a pancake, and a piece of bread." She yawned again.
" I don't like bacon." Malfoy replied sleepily, curling up into her arm.
" I'm sorry I've angered Malfoy, The All Mighty."
" That's okay." She heard him drop off to sleep.
Soon after, Hermione let sleep take over her as well, and she snuggled into the warm blankets and was out.
So they layed there, Draco curled up in her arm, and Hermione curled up around him.
It would have even been cute if they didn't hate each other.
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She was awaken by someone prodding her in the stomach sharply.
" Granger. Wake up."
Well, now the question of who the someone was was answered. Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room. Finally, her gaze rested on the small boy eating a pancake. Malfoy sat on her stomach while nibbling away at the giant breakfast food.
She sat up on her elbows, staring at him sleepily. "What are you doing?"
" Ethin'" he answered, matter-of-factly, mouth full of food. Malfoy swallowed and looked down at the pancake. "This is cold." He complained, frowning at it.
" Well you should have eaten it before, when I told you too." She sat all the way up, causing him to tumble ungracefully into her lap.
" Watch it." He dusted himself off and snatched up the pancake again. "All I'm saying is that it still would be warm if someone hadn't been sleeping. Then maybe she could have given it to me."
Hermione gave him a hard shove that sent him flying. "May I remind you who fell asleep first?"
" Yeah, but I woke up 15 minutes ago. You sleep like a rock woman."
And for this, she had no excuse. Because she knew very well that it was true. The only reason she was able to get up in the morning was because she had charmed an alarm clock to work inside the castle. So she said nothing.
At her silence, Malfoy cheered and gave her a smug grin. "Granger is losing her greatness I see. And blah, blah, blah..."
She had stopped listening after the first sentence, so in her mind, he really was blah-ing.
Hermione put her head in her hands, and squeezed her eyes shut. When was this all going to stop? When was she going to wake up from this horrible nightmare? She had only been taking care of the shrunken ferret for 5 hours and she was already a wreck. There were just too many unanswered questions. Who knew how long he would be like this? What if she was forever taking care of a doll-sized Malfoy?
Without warning, a single tear fell from her eyes. It barely missed Malfoy, landing in a spot in the mattress right next to him.
Hermione knew he had felt it hit when he looked up at her in surprise. " What was that?"
" N-nothing." She stuttered, looking away while brushing a hand across her eyes. Never let the enemy see weakness.
She turned back in time to see a look of concern flash over his face, but it was soon gone. Still, it was an almost comforting thought that he could care about someone other than himself.
Malfoy leaned against her knee, most of the pancake still spread out over him. "I'm tired." He commented, obviously trying to change the subject.
" Me too." She fell back onto the bed again. "I don't want to go to classes tomorrow."
" We don't have too."
She sprung up and snatched him off the blanket. "What do you mean ' we don't have too'?" she asked demandingly.
" First let go of me." He squeaked, squirming in her death grip. Hermione set him down. "Thank you. Anyway, about classes. Really Dum-bledore said that we could take the day off if we wanted too." He turned, just to her reaction the name. "Weren't you listening?"
" No, I wasn't, I was trying to get over the shock that you were only 3 inches tall!" She huffed angrily.
Malfoy smirked. "Oh really? So I was right. You are losing your greatness."
" Well, I'm not perfect you know!" she yelled, tossing her hands in the air.
He feigned a hurt look. "Your not? Oh, Longbottom will be devasted. And what will you parents think? The teachers? This'll make headline news at the Prophet. ' Hermione Granger, Not Perfect.'" He started to laugh cruely.
Hermione had to urge to pop his head off. But she didn't want to get too violent. So instead, she flicked him in the chest. "Shut up, you bloody idiot, before I do worse."
Malfoy raised his eyebrows, still smirking. "Bloody? Is that your first curse word Granger?" he wagged his finger at her almost sarcastically. "Tsk,tsk. Your so bad Hermione and over here I was thinking your such a goody-two-shoes."
Okay, that was it. You can call Hermione Granger a know-it-all. You could even call her a teacher's pet and get away with it. But you did not call her a GOODY-TWO-SHOES!!!
Her fist closed around him dangerously tight, nails digging into his robes. She hoped that he would get hurt.
" Listen you!" Hermione bellowed, bringing Malfoy just inches from her face. "I cannot and I will not deal with you any longer! Just stop it! Can't you do anything except insult me?!?" Tears of boiling hot hatred filled her eyes, but she wouldn't allow them to spill out. "Well CAN YOU? I don't even know what I did you make you hate me!!! I didn't do anything to deserve you torturing me day in and day out!"
She stopped herself from ripping him to shreds by throwing him into her open pocket. She grabbed up her books, rubbed her eyes hastily and started to walk down the stairs. "We're going to the library." Hermione said in a no-nonsense tone.
Apparently, he hadn't completely gotten the message. "What if I don't want to?" he said almost daringly.
" Well that's-that's just too bad." She responded, holding back her raging temper. "Your going."
" I thought my mother left this morning."
Could that boy ever shut up? She decided to let a little of the anger seep through. Hermione whipped out her wand and pointed it at him. " Silencio."
She soon felt little fists banging on her hip, but heard nothing.
At this, she smiled.
Sweet, sweet silence.
A/N: Sorry, if that was a little slow. And sorry I haven't updated in so long. Won't happen again people, won't happen again.
Next Chapter: Draco's Pov! Yay!
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