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What She Thinks: Chapter 9: Will You Go to the Ball With Me?
Hermione gripped her pocket from the outside.
"You didn't say please!"
"Don't play games with me Granger." He warned, stretching out his other hand for the stone which Hermione did not give him. His other hand was still pointing a wand at her.
A sudden movement came from behind him. Hermione nearly said something when she realized it was Ron, he too had his wand and was pointing it at Draco's back who didn't seem to realize there was another person in the room with them.
"I'll give it to you if you answer my questions truthfully," She bargained, trying hard not to look at Ron so that Draco wouldn't catch her gaze.
"Granger--"
Hermione watched Ron through the corner of her eye, moving closer and closer.
Ron raised his wand to curse him but Hermione gave him look that clearly said, "No." Ron got the message, but didn't stop moving forward.
"Where did you get it?" She asked.
"Get what?"
"Don't play dumb with me." Hermione warned.
Malfoy snorted, "I do believe I'm in charge at the moment. I'm the one with the wa--"
"Where did you get it?" Ron shot.
Malfoy must jumped six feet in the air. Now pointing his wand at Ron.
Hermione wasted no time.
"Expullimus!" She hollered.
Malfoy's wand flew in into the air and Ron, grinning broadly at Hermione, caught it.
Malfoy stared from one to the other.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione demanded.
"I'm right here."
This time it was Ron and Hermione's turn to jump. Harry was strolling down the boy's staircase.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, "How did you get up there?"
He shot Malfoy a sour look and began, "This git stunned me and dragged me down the hall where I woke up. But I still had the map and made it back without getting caught."
"Map?"
"Shutup Malfoy."
"How did you know Harry was there?" Hermione asked Draco.
He snorted again.
"You think I'm stupid?"
The Room went silent. Ron gave a look that clearly said, "yes."
"I know you wouldn't come alone Granger. I knew Potty had to be waiting outside for you. When you leaned over to tie your shoe I snuk out the door and--
"And cursed everything in sight!" Harry gritted his teeth as he said this.
"Fooled all of you. And they call you smart." Malfoy sneered, glaring at Hermione.
"Shut up." Ron said hotly.
"Get him out of here, I can't stand to look at him any longer." Hermione plopped down onto the couch and stood up quickly as Harry and Ron began to drag Draco out the portrait hole.
"Wait! What if he remembers how to get back?" She asked quickly. Harry furrowed his brow and Ron shrugged.
"I say we slit him open and feed his liver to Crookshanks." Ron reasoned, smiling evilly at Draco.
"No, that poor cat would be sick for weeks," Harry gave Draco a grin that undoubtedly asked, "What do you think?"
Draco however, was not pleased.
"This is stupid. Just let me go, like I want to spent time in this filthy tower." He jerked free of their arms as Ron shoved Draco's wand in one hand. With another sideways glare at Hermione, Malfoy left.
"He'll be back," Ron sighed.
The following day in Transfiguration some interesting news was presented.
"There will be a ball." Professor McGonagall informed them sternly, "A Holloween Ball. Professor Dumbledore is thinking of throwing a Christmas Ball, depending on how well your behave is at this one."
After her words, whispers encircled the room and Hermione shot a sideways glance at Harry.
Boy, she wanted to ask him, but he was already thinking about someone else. Someone with black hair, and brown eyes. And Hermione would have bet her grades that she was a 6th year.
"Who are you asking?" Ron whispered to the both of them from Harry's other side.
Neither answered.
'I've got to ask him!' She told herself, pacing the floor of her dorm. 'This is my last chance. Okay, just say it 'Harry! I was just wondering…' No, I need something--Not dumb quite frankly.'
"Hermione!" Ron called up the stairs of the common room. "We have Defense Against the Dark Arts in five minuets!"
Flying down the stairs Hermione began to drag the two boys out of the common room down the hall.
"Who are you asking?" Harry said, grabbing Hermione around the waist and stopping her from running down the hall.
"I'm not going," She said this so sternly that neither of them dared press the subject.
Their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was--well--a teacher. She had long black hair and blue eyes. She looked rather boney, with high cheekbones and an American accent. She was always over-exited, and believed in hands on activities. Though she wasn't as soft-spoken as Lupin, she was quite the teacher. From what she had told them she came from A wizarding school called Lexingtons and her name was Professor Helen.
"Now, today we will be on chapter four, entitled: Spells. Though there are some spells outlawed by the Ministry which I know you all have been informed of, there are some spells many people are working toward banning. Can anyone tell me one of them? One was in the Daily Prophet last Wednesday."
Scanning the newspaper article in her mind Hermione flung her hand in the air. She knew. It was the Devertis Curse. But to her disappointment, many other people raised their hands. And since it was on rare occasions that someone besides Hermione answered every question in all her classes she figured she would be the last one called on.
Hermione sat late, finishing up her essay when someone near by cleared their throat loudly. Looking up from her book she saw it was Ron.
"Hey!" She said brightly, she had aced another quiz and her victory hadn't won off just yet.
"I just wanted to ask," Ron seemed tense and kept staring around the room as though praying for someone to rescue him.
"Yes…?"
"Hermione, will you go--will you go to the ball with me?"
A/N: Yes, this is were I stop. I'm on chapter 10 and ask for 10 reviews. And again, if you know the words to: "When You Sang to Me," If that's even what it's called please e-mail them to me. Though I got very few reviews…Luv you all! And look for my new Lily and James fic, it's as much like the actual book you can get. Promise.
~Gabbi D.