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A/N: Oh, please don't hate me because I didn't put the dance in this chapter!
I'm sorry, I thought it would be in this one, but then I realized that it
didn't fit at all! If I'm lucky it will go in the next one though. This chapter
would have been way too long if the dance was in it. I don't like having my
chapters that much more than one thousand words each... so ya. Okay... Don't
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Chapter Six ~ One Who Walks Among Us
Hermione daydreamed all through Arithmancy. Completely daydreamed.
She wrote Harry's name all over her parchment with her changing-color-ink.
It cost her 10 sickles too!
"Hermione! Hermione!" Professor Vector said sharply.
"Huh? What?!" Hermione exclaimed, nearly falling out of her seat. All
her parchment fell down
"Hermione? Are you still here? You haven't been paying attention at all
today!" Professor Vector exclaimed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Professor! I'm honestly sorry! I just don't know what's
gotten into me!" Hermione replied quickly picking her parchment off of
the ground.
"Well, as soon as you get your things picked up I want you to come up
to my desk," Professor Vector said.
He dismissed the rest of the class. Hermione quickly collected her things,
threw them into her bag, and ran up to Professor Vector's desk.
"Yes Professor?" she asked with a slight bow of her head.
"Are you still up for grading those papers for me? Five Galleons for all
my classes on those Fibonacci Essays? It's still open," Professor Vector
said, holding five shiny gold Galleons.
"Of course I'm up for the job. And you don't have to pay me either," Hermione
insisted in her usual teacher's pet voice.
"No, no. Take the money. Just bring the papers back by tomorrow morning.
Here's the answer key," Professor Vector said.
"Very well Professor. Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning then Professor,"
Hermione replied.
She turned to fill the bag up with the heavy stack of papers and the answer
key. When she looked back to bid Professor Vector goodbye again, he had
disappeared.
Hermione was surprised. In fact, she had been worried about Professor
Vector for a long time now. It seemed that in the past three weeks, he
had grown thinner, more frail, and more weak. He seemed unresponsive and
weary.
Hermione shrugged her shoulders. It was probably because of the homework
overload and what not. In the meantime, she was worried about the dance.
Harry just had to ask her!
"Well Parvati. Looks like your plan didn't work out. How
much do you want to bet that Harry asks that love sick Granger to the
dance?" Lavender asked.
"Oh, leave me alone! I don't know! This is driving me insane! This was
not the way it was supposed to happen! Looks like Harry's too pure for
jealousy! Oh, why on Earth did Dumbledore have to go and decide that
we would have a dance? What's the purpose? There aren't any big events
going on! This is so frustrating!" Parvati screamed.
"Well, I have an idea," Lavender said.
"And what is that? I think I'm through with dumb ideas!" Parvati snapped,
but eager for comforting information.
"Why don't you go ask Dumbledore why we're having this dance? I mean,
I want to know. We can be on the decorating committee or something.
We'd still be the stars of the night!" Lavender exclaimed.
"And that would help me how? My one concern is to get rid of
Ron and be in Harry's arms the whole night!" Parvati screeched.
"Well, we could invite everyone to come decorate. You know, Granger,
Ron, Harry... Then we could somehow make it look like Ron likes Hermione.
You get mad. Harry comforts you! How perfect would that be?" Lavender
suggested.
"That would take a lot of work and planning! But if anyone can do it,
I certainly can. Alright, I'll go ask Dumbledore about this stupid dance,"
Parvati said.
She decided she would go during lunch. She would go to McGonagall's
office because she didn't know where Dumbledore's was.
"Hermione! McGonagall wants you to go to her office after
lunch!" Ron called out to Hermione as she entered the Great Hall.
"What for?" Hermione inquired.
"I'm not sure, but she said she wants you as soon as you're done with
lunch," Ron replied.
"Well, alright then. I don't think I'll have lunch. I'm not hungry
anyway. I'll go up to her office and see what she wants right now,"
Hermione decided.
"A'right. Bye Herm," Ron said.
"Bye Ron," Hermione replied as she left the Great Hall quickly.
Now, what could McGonagall possibly want? Oh well, I might as well
go up now and not be late for classes...
I'm missing lunch, and I'm starving! This is such
a dumb idea Lavender had. I doubt Dumbledore'll let us decorate!
Parvati thought angrily to herself.
She was about to enter McGonagall's office when she noticed that
the door was only open by a little bit, and McGonagall was already
busy.
I'll just wait until they're done talking. Then I'll go in,
Parvati decided. She could hear them talking, so she knew when they
would be done anyway.
Hermione went up the stairs to McGonagall's office,
but she realized that McGonagall was in the middle of a conversation
with someone. The door was open wide enough for Hermione to make
out that Dumbledore and McGonagall were having a very serious
conversation.
I'll just wait until they're done talking. Then I'll go in,
Hermione decided.
A/N: Note that Parvati and Hermione are both listening
in on the conversation by McGonagall and Dumbledore. They will
both hear what they are talking about. But they can't see each
other because they came up from two different sides. Okay, I
just thought I'd tell you that so you don't get all confused!
Thanx! ~ Ice Princess
"Minerva! It's time to face the facts! One who
walks among us has taken to the other side! He has left us
forever!" Dumbledore exclaimed.
"Oh, Albus. Do you suppose that it is really true?" McGonagall
inquired in a shocked tone.
I think I just broke a nail! Parvati thought.
What is going on? Hermione thought.
"Yes," was Dumbledore's cold response.
"But, who? Who could it be? Do you know?" McGonagall asked
curiously.
"I have my suspicions..." Dumbledore trailed off hesitantly.
Ouch! This is gonna cost me! Right before the dance too!
Oh, I wish I didn't leave my filer back in Gryffindor Tower...
What on Earth is going on? It seems that someone's switching
to the Dark Side!
"Well, tell Dumbledore. Don't just stop there," McGonagall
demanded.
"No! I'm not certain it is him. I do have my suspicions, but
suspicions are not always truthful. The signs are there though.
And that is what is worrying me. He's always tired. Always
frail. Always weak... I'm not sure. I honestly do not know.
I must go now though," Dumbledore insisted.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!" McGonagall exclaimed.
But Dumbledore had already left.
"I suppose we'll have to finish this conversation later,"
McGonagall muttered.
Hermione was breathless. What had she just heard? And what
did it mean?
A/N: Okay, next chapter I'm promising an argument between McGonagall and Hermione at least. And then maybe the dance if I can fit it in. In the meantime please review the chapter! Thank you very much!
