A/N Ok, just as a warning these parts are happening at the same time. Also, this chapter is extremely short, but it's a funnish one, finally a chapter not full of angst. :D Hope you guys enjoy!
Draco waved Pansy away, "Parkinson, I'm at the library. I have no need for you. Go bother Zabini." His hand was in his pocket, his fingers clutched around two pieces of paper.
The other fifth year Slytherins were a ways away, some blatantly glaring at him. "But Draco," the black haired girl whined. "I want to stay with you."
"No. If you follow me, I will burn your clothing." Draco spun on his heel and tapped the large wooden doors in front of him. A second later they opened to show him rows and rows of large bookshelves. Books flew lazily from shelf to shelf, one level to another, the pages ruffling as they went.
The smell of parchment, ink, and musty pages filled the room. The scratching of quills, the rustling of papers, the muted sighs of students were heard, but no one dared to speak more than muted whispers to one another.
He released a breath of air in relief when the doors closed and Pansy was on the other side of them. He meandered to the back of the library - cautious not to go to the unused area where he had found the twins and Lee Jordan.
He turned another corner and found the Golden Trio sitting around a table. Hermione was reading a book and taking notes furiously while the other two were lightly snoring.
Carefully, he gave a delicate cough that had her head shooting up. Hermione blinked up at him, confused for a moment before he grinned at her and gave a subtle flick of his wand, "Meow," he whispered, a feral smile in place.
With that, he left her sputtering behind him. He went over to his desk, took his bag off, and dug his diary out of it. He opened it and quickly wrote:
Mother,
Sev was able to get me a book called Secrets of the Darkest Art after explaining to Dumbledore that I was researching cursed books, so that I can handle them when I am with the Dark Lord. It has mention of horcruxes, perhaps I can find some information in there.
No, I will not go to him. I can not stand the old man.
Mum, I need any other information on horcruxes that you can give me.
Love,
Draco
With a nod he snapped the book closed and took out Sev's note and burned it. Going to the window, he opened it a crack and let the ashes fly away. After all, all that the letter had were instructions.
The other note was waiting for a bird to take it away. The stupid mutt had obviously not told the bird to wait for Draco to write the letter before it flew away. Instead, it was written and in his pocket.
Mutt,
I believe your form is called the Grim. How many breeds are known as that? I know you rarely use your common sense, but this is no time to lose it.
If you take anything I say as concern, you are sorely wrong.
Also, my mother has sent me a note to tell you to be careful and not rush into things without thinking, as you normally do. As she says, "Do not take risks".
As for school, it is school. What else is there to say about it?
The bird you are using is familiar, and useless.
D
Draco put his diary back in his bag as he stood up. However, he left his belongings at the table and went to one of the bookshelves near him and pulled down a thick tome, keeping a watchful eye on his bag.
With a quick look around, Draco went back to the window and sat on the window seat. He put up a barrier so that he would know who would come near so he would have time to react. So Draco pulled up his knees, cracked open the book, and began to read.
What was he up to? Hermione's eyes narrowed on the Slytherin as he walked away. One of his hands was in his pocket and his stride was confidant. A book came towards him, but he merely tilted his head a tiny bit and it went by him; he didn't seem to have even noticed.
His blonde hair was neatly kept, his facial features had been under tight control, but his eyes had been slightly expressive. There had been a slight gleam in them; what that meant, Hermione was determined to find out. His grin, though, had been done on purpose; she was sure.
But that wasn't what she was focusing on first. Instead, she dug another piece of paper from her bag and wrote on the top: Draco Malfoy and cast a quick spell on it so only she could write or read or see the paper. With a nod, she carefully put it back in the bag and went back to the book she had been reading earlier, easily putting Malfoy to the back of her mind to simmer.
The parchment she had been writing on was nearly full. She had almost finished the first part of her plan, and the second would be ready to execute as soon as she had finished writing everything she needed down on the paper.
This was what she had:
Familiars
1) Depending on the familiar, it can be an alter-ego of the person(s) who have the familiar
a. Alter-ego = a second self; a perfect substitute or deputy / an inseparable friend / another aspect of one's self
2) All familiars are linked to an individual in some sort of way
a. Death
b. Thirst for knowledge
c. Need of wisdom and guidance
d. Power
3) The human never has control over their familiar. However, it is possible to call upon the familiar at any point in time
4) When a familiar is named, it must agree to it
5) There are four different types of familiars
a. The Physical Familiar = This familiar must always be with their human. They are loved and feed, but never owned
b. Elemental Familiar = This familiar can control a specific element (Earth, Water, Wind, Fire)
c. Astral Familiar = This familiar comes to their human with the specific goal to help their human
d. Discarnate Familiar = This familiar is a reincarnation of someone who has died, reborn in animal form
Hermione nodded and brought another piece of paper out and began to write on that. Her eyes were focused and her tongue held tightly between her teeth. Curly brown locks were pushed from her face so she could see clearly.
Question to Ask Fred and George Weasley
On the Matter of the Fennec Fox
1) Where did you find Pup?
a. In the castle?
b. Outside of the castle on the grounds?
c. Hogsmeade?
d. Burrow?
e. Diagon Alley?
2) How long have you been around Pup?
a. Did someone die around that time?
3) What do you desire the most?
a. Destruction, knowledge, guidance, or power?
4) How did you come up with the name Pup?
Hermione nodded again as she set her quill down. Straight and to the point. There were lines under each question so she could fill the answers in after she had questioned the two about the fox. It certainly wasn't there without a purpose, and it was somehow linked to those two in someway.
When Ron had told her not to worry about it, she had looked at him in shock. And he said that after the fox had bitten him. His reasoning was that if Crookshanks was ok with Pup, it was good enough for him.
Shaking her head, she couldn't believe he put so much faith in her cat after the whole Pettigrew incident, but she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. After all, he wasn't being rude to her about Crookshanks anymore.
"Meow."
Sighing, she looked up and was about to tell Malfoy off when she saw Harry looking at her. His emerald eyes were changed: the pupils were mere slits within the green orbs.
"Meow!"
Hermione paused, her mouth slightly open. Harry had cat eyes and whiskers on his face. His green eyes were blown wide and he kept opening his mouth to say something, but all that came out was, "Meow! Meow! Meow!"
Sticking her hand over her mouth, Hermione attempted to hide her giggles. However, a responding, "Merrow?" came from Harry's other side and caused her to snort. Looking over at the other boy, she saw Ron in the same condition as Harry.
Madam Pince turned the corner, her beady eyes focused on them when both Harry and Ron looked at each other and went, "MRRRRRRRROW?!" Hermione lost all control and began cackling, falling from her chair with tears of laughter coming to her eyes.
She couldn't help it. It was hilarious, even if Malfoy had somehow managed to do it.
"Get out! Get out of my precious library right now!" Madam Pince's voice came from above her and Hermione had no choice but to choke on her laughter, put a silencing charm on her boys, pack up their things, and lead them to Madam Pomfrey. By the time they got to the Hospital Wing, she was pretty much back in control.
But when the nurse had asked how it happened, she just erupted into laughter again.
When she finally calmed down, she explained what happened, but left out Malfoy's role.
After all, when she was finished with the fox, her next objective was Malfoy. And before she could claim anything, she needed her facts on him first; and they needed to be correct. Still, she wouldn't worry about that at that moment.
She needed to figure out when to talk to the twins.
A/N As I was writing Hermione's POV, I decided I love how her mind works :D Oh, and if she seems a bit nosey, it's because that's how I perceive her to be. I mean, she has a very curious mind, and she doesn't like things that don't fit. I mean, come on, Pup came out of nowhere to everyone else and she's like, "Whaaaaaaaaat are you doing there? Where did you come from?" So, of course, she's going to try to figure it out. Lol. Though her notes don't look how I wanted them to. *pout* oh well.
Also, if you were curious as Draco's thing when he says: "I'll burn your clothing", it's because Pansy loves how she looks, and it's a good threat to get her to leave. Lol.
Look, pretty much no angst! But we'll be back to angst in no time. lol. I just decided Draco needed something that was fun. :)
