A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I love getting them, good or bad (don't
we all?) Anyway, here is chapter 2!!!
(PS Mlle is short for Madameoiselle, french for Miss. and Mme is
short for Madame, french for Mrs)
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Hermione froze. A cold, icy voice spoke quietly, almost a whisper.
"What are you doing here, Miss. Grandstewart?
Hermione visibly gulped and turned to find herself almost touching
noses with the sallow skinned Potions teacher. "Er.." she stammered,
"I was just..."
The Professor hissed in her ear. "Just what? Spying? You know that
students are not allowed out of their rooms at ALL!"
Hermione's brow furrowed, and the teacher took a step back and stood
tall. "Why, sir?"
"Why?" he spat, and his glare coldened.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't think that..." Hermione began, but was cut
off by an angry Professor.
"Exactly! You didn't think! Well, do you want - Voldemort to get
you, girl? Or worse... those damn muggle puritans to come and take us
all away?" He glared down at her, and she opened her mouth, but no
sound came out. "Ten points from Lion-D'or for your stupidity. I
suggest that you go right back to where you came from." Hermione hesitated,
glancing to the room where the discussion between Prof. Lupin-er-McLearson,
and this mysterious...Lily...was taking place. "GO!" yelled the teacher,
so loud that it echoed off the walls throughout the corridors, and
filled the area with sound. She could hear McLearson and Lily moving
to the door of the classroom and quickly ran from the corridor.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione stumbled into the commons room, where she found Ron-er-Paul,
on his own. "Hey, Henrietta!" he called cheerfully, flashing his
bright smile. Hermione was a bit taken aback by being called
"Henrietta," and didn't answer, merely looked around the room. Paul
looked at her quizically, then repeated his greeting. This time,
Hermione clued in that it was meant for her, and smiled nervously.
"Er, Hey - P-Paul?" she finished it as more of a question than an
answer. She was still looking around, filled with mixed emotions.
Questions were running through her mind at a mile a minute. She looked
down at Paul, and saw his cute face smiling at her. For a fleeting
moment, she thought that she would be able to tell him what was going
on. But that thought vanished within a second, replaced by more
answerless questions.
She sat down next to him, and began staring into space. Paul looked
around, nervously, and Hermione noticed that his hands were sweaty.
He was shaking. She figured it was from the fire. "Um, Henrietta,
can I ask you something?" he began, looking at her.
"What is it?" she asked, confused.
He gulped, and then managed to stutter, "Do you want to go out with
me?"
Hermione was a bit taken aback but when she looked at him, she thought
of Ron. She decided that if there really was a Henrietta, then she
must like him enough to convince him to ask her out. And anyway, it
would give her a chance to see what going out with Ron would be like.
She looked back to Paul, and noticed that the suspense was killing
him. His face was pale, and Hermione almost laughed. He was exactly
like Ron - so blunt.
"Sure! Er - When?" she asked, and Paul visibly relaxed, and put his
arm around her confidently. Yes, she thought, EXACTLY like Ron.
"Any time you want, sweety!" he said cockily, as Harry-erm-Jean,
walked in.
"Well, well, well... what DO we have here?" he asked, smiling.
"What does it look like?" said Paul, grinning. "How was practice?"
he asked, looking at Jean, who looked worn-out and smelt like
old grass, dirt and sweat.
"Tough." replied Jean, and Paul looked at him.
"Is that a new fragrance, Jean? If so, I don't think that it's going
to attract the ladies, you know?" he joked.
"Like you do, R-er-Paul?" Hermione laughed, trying to cover up the
fact that she almost called him Ron. They were exactly alike.
It seemed perfect, and for a moment, Hermione thought that she was
back home, with Harry and Ron, until the House professor burst
through the doors, looking worn out and anxious, her eyes blood
shot and robes dirty. She was shaking, and apparently not from the
cold. Hermione could hear screams from the other commons rooms and
the sounds of hundreds of students running through the school.
The house teacher, Professor McGrangall, yelled, "....
To Be Continued...
A/N Sorry so short.Next chapter will be good.
Do u like the H/R thing? Or do you want H/H?
I'm thinking of writing some in next chapter... OOOOH
I just got a great idea!!!!!!
Please R/R thanx to those who have already done so!
we all?) Anyway, here is chapter 2!!!
(PS Mlle is short for Madameoiselle, french for Miss. and Mme is
short for Madame, french for Mrs)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hermione froze. A cold, icy voice spoke quietly, almost a whisper.
"What are you doing here, Miss. Grandstewart?
Hermione visibly gulped and turned to find herself almost touching
noses with the sallow skinned Potions teacher. "Er.." she stammered,
"I was just..."
The Professor hissed in her ear. "Just what? Spying? You know that
students are not allowed out of their rooms at ALL!"
Hermione's brow furrowed, and the teacher took a step back and stood
tall. "Why, sir?"
"Why?" he spat, and his glare coldened.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't think that..." Hermione began, but was cut
off by an angry Professor.
"Exactly! You didn't think! Well, do you want - Voldemort to get
you, girl? Or worse... those damn muggle puritans to come and take us
all away?" He glared down at her, and she opened her mouth, but no
sound came out. "Ten points from Lion-D'or for your stupidity. I
suggest that you go right back to where you came from." Hermione hesitated,
glancing to the room where the discussion between Prof. Lupin-er-McLearson,
and this mysterious...Lily...was taking place. "GO!" yelled the teacher,
so loud that it echoed off the walls throughout the corridors, and
filled the area with sound. She could hear McLearson and Lily moving
to the door of the classroom and quickly ran from the corridor.
~~~~~~~~~
Hermione stumbled into the commons room, where she found Ron-er-Paul,
on his own. "Hey, Henrietta!" he called cheerfully, flashing his
bright smile. Hermione was a bit taken aback by being called
"Henrietta," and didn't answer, merely looked around the room. Paul
looked at her quizically, then repeated his greeting. This time,
Hermione clued in that it was meant for her, and smiled nervously.
"Er, Hey - P-Paul?" she finished it as more of a question than an
answer. She was still looking around, filled with mixed emotions.
Questions were running through her mind at a mile a minute. She looked
down at Paul, and saw his cute face smiling at her. For a fleeting
moment, she thought that she would be able to tell him what was going
on. But that thought vanished within a second, replaced by more
answerless questions.
She sat down next to him, and began staring into space. Paul looked
around, nervously, and Hermione noticed that his hands were sweaty.
He was shaking. She figured it was from the fire. "Um, Henrietta,
can I ask you something?" he began, looking at her.
"What is it?" she asked, confused.
He gulped, and then managed to stutter, "Do you want to go out with
me?"
Hermione was a bit taken aback but when she looked at him, she thought
of Ron. She decided that if there really was a Henrietta, then she
must like him enough to convince him to ask her out. And anyway, it
would give her a chance to see what going out with Ron would be like.
She looked back to Paul, and noticed that the suspense was killing
him. His face was pale, and Hermione almost laughed. He was exactly
like Ron - so blunt.
"Sure! Er - When?" she asked, and Paul visibly relaxed, and put his
arm around her confidently. Yes, she thought, EXACTLY like Ron.
"Any time you want, sweety!" he said cockily, as Harry-erm-Jean,
walked in.
"Well, well, well... what DO we have here?" he asked, smiling.
"What does it look like?" said Paul, grinning. "How was practice?"
he asked, looking at Jean, who looked worn-out and smelt like
old grass, dirt and sweat.
"Tough." replied Jean, and Paul looked at him.
"Is that a new fragrance, Jean? If so, I don't think that it's going
to attract the ladies, you know?" he joked.
"Like you do, R-er-Paul?" Hermione laughed, trying to cover up the
fact that she almost called him Ron. They were exactly alike.
It seemed perfect, and for a moment, Hermione thought that she was
back home, with Harry and Ron, until the House professor burst
through the doors, looking worn out and anxious, her eyes blood
shot and robes dirty. She was shaking, and apparently not from the
cold. Hermione could hear screams from the other commons rooms and
the sounds of hundreds of students running through the school.
The house teacher, Professor McGrangall, yelled, "....
To Be Continued...
A/N Sorry so short.Next chapter will be good.
Do u like the H/R thing? Or do you want H/H?
I'm thinking of writing some in next chapter... OOOOH
I just got a great idea!!!!!!
Please R/R thanx to those who have already done so!
