Padma's
Quest - Chapter 5
By
Poppy P
A/N: Once again I am astounded by where this
story has gone. It's like the
characters just take on a life of their own! I had no idea that…oops! You
have to read the story! I make a couple
of references to "The Mists of Avalon" by Marion Zimmer Bradley. If you have not read this book, you are
missing out! It's a feminist view of
the Arthurian Legend and it roxs! I'll
tell you the two references at the end of the fic. 'Love' quote used from Francis Edward Smedley, 1818 - 1864, from
the novel 'Frank Farleigh, big thanks for the reference to my
awesome beta-reader, Zsenya. All reviews are
appreciated! Heck, they're more than
appreciated. They're loved, cherished
and read over and over again during bouts of writer's block despair! That said, enjoy…
The
tepid March sunlight gave way to gloomy dusk as Padma entered the castle. She scarcely took note of her surroundings
as she plodded towards the Ravenclaw common room. She hung her head dejectedly, ignoring the murmuring coming from
the portraits on the wall, especially the cheeky centaur on the third
floor. She ran her hand over her tired
eyes and winced. She had forgotten
about the painful blisters on her palms. During Herbology she had accidentally dropped a vial of Bubotuber
pus. In her haste to clean it up, she
had neglected to put on her dragon hide gloves. Padma shuddered, remembering the way the Bubotuber pus sizzled
and stung when it made contact with her skin. Unfortunately, Professor Sprout had kept her after class to compost the
Puffapods for arriving tardy. This in
addition to the five points she'd lost for Ravenclaw. Padma had never lost points before. Consequently, she was filthy, tired and humiliated. She winced again, remembering what had made
her late to class in the first place. She couldn't believe she had been so forward as to invite Ron Weasley to
Hogsmeade. She especially couldn't
believe that she'd done it in front of Harry, Hermione and her sister
Parvati. What was she thinking? If only Ron had at least accepted instead of
turning her down with such a lame excuse. Socks for house-elves indeed! Then she'd spontaneously joined Hermione's 'Spew' society and now she had
to attend a meeting that very night. Padma had only joined because Hermione had said that Ron was a
member. Now, the thought of exposing
herself to added humiliation in front of Ron and his friends was almost more
than she could bear. What was it about
Ron Weasley that made her act like such an idiot when he was around?
To
top it all off, Padma was starting to get a sneaking suspicion. She had noticed that Hermione did not seem
overly pleased with Padma's newfound interest in Ron. In fact, one would almost think Hermione was jealous the way she
scowled every time Ron got near another girl. But that was impossible! Wasn't
she dating Viktor Krum? Why would she
want Ron when she could have Krum or even Harry Potter for that matter? Probably, thought Padma, for the same
reasons she herself liked Ron. He was
smart, funny, brave and there was no denying that he was cute. Very cute. And that hair—who could resist? It was with much regret that Padma admitted all of this to herself
because she really liked Hermione. She
admired her intelligence and her sensibility. She wasn't all giggly and shallow like most witches their age. But if Padma's suspicions were true, there
was no way they could be friends. Because Padma had already made up her mind about Ron, and all's fair in
love and war, right?
Padma
sighed wearily as she approached the portrait of Rowena Ravenclaw that guarded
the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room.
"Password
please?"
"Fires of Beltane," said Padma
listlessly.
The
portrait blushed shyly. "Oh yes, how
well I remember those! Godric and I
once…"
"Whatever,"
grumbled Padma under her breath.
"Hmph! There's no need to be rude!" The portrait swung forward angrily.
Padma entered the common
room to find her dormmates Mandy Brockelhurst and Lisa Turpin, whispering
excitedly in a corner of the room. She
tried to sneak past them, but Mandy caught her eye.
"We've
been waiting for you for ages Padma."
"Professor
Sprout made me stay after, remember?" Padma plopped herself down in an armchair next to Lisa.
"Ergh! You smell like dragon dung!" Lisa scooted her chair away from Padma.
"I've
had the worst day!"
"That's
right," said Mandy, "you never did tell us why you were late to Herbology."
"Long
story. Anyway," said Padma, quickly
changing the subject, "what were you lot talking about?"
Lisa's
face lit up with malicious delight. "Oh
Padma! You just have to see this." She thrust an open magazine at Padma.
Padma
took a few minutes to scan the article, Harry
Potter's Secret Heartache. When she
finished she looked up with a large smile.
"This
is wonderful!" exclaimed Padma.
"Wonderful?"
asked Mandy, bewildered.
"That's
not what I'd call it," sniffed Lisa. "I
mean, the nerve of that…that…Muggle, cheating on Harry like that. You know, I never did like that Hermione
Granger. Always showing off with her
top marks and all."
For
some reason that Padma couldn't explain she felt strangely protective of
Hermione. "Oh come on now! She's never really given any indication that
she's going out with Harry."
"They're
always together," pointed out Mandy.
"Yes,
but he's always with Ron as well and you don't think they're a couple now, do
you? She's obviously with Viktor Krum,"
said Padma with satisfaction.
Lisa
gave them a catlike smile. "Which is to
your advantage, isn't it, Padma dear?"
Padma
steadily avoided Lisa's gaze. "Don't
know what you're talking about," she muttered.
"Well
if Hermione is cheating on
Harry, I still think its perfectly awful." said Mandy.
Lisa
was not paying attention to Mandy anymore as she was staring at Padma's
hands. "Wow Padma, did that happen with
the Bubotuber pus in Herbology?"
Padma
nodded grimly. "And I didn't even touch
it directly. It came through the rag I
used to soak up the vial I spilled."
Lisa
kept gazing at Padma's hands pensively. "You know," she said slowly, "this kind of give me an idea. I think I know a way we can teach that
Hermione a lesson."
"What
do you mean?" asked Padma sharply.
"Come on," said Lisa, standing up. "Let's go down to dinner and I'll tell you all about it. It will involve some Bubotuber pus as well as a potion proof envelope, but when I'm done, I reckon Hermione Granger will think twice before she tried to mess with Harry Potter again."
"I'm
not going to dinner," said Padma, glad for the excuse, as Lisa could be awfully
cruel when she set her mind to it.
"I…er…have
to get ready." Padma felt hot color
rising on her cheeks.
"Ready
for what?" asked Mandy curiously.
"Padma
turned away from them slightly and mumbled, "An S.P.E.W. meeting."
"Spew? What's that?" asked Lisa suspiciously.
"It's…it's…the
Society for the Protection of Elfish Welfare," muttered Padma.
Lisa
cocked one eyebrow inquisitively. "You
joined something called 'Spew'?
"Not
Spew! S-P-E…"
"Oh
I've heard about them!" interrupted Mandy. "Neville Longbottom told me about some society to campaign for elfish
rights. Hannah from Hufflepuff
mentioned something about it as well. I
think she said Hermione Granger is the founder." Mandy shot a questioning look at Padma.
Lisa
crossed her arms over her chest with a derisive snort. "Since when have you cared about the rights
of house-elves? Are you going to tell
that…that Muggle about the cute little twin elves you and Parvati have at
home? What are they names again? Oh yes, Ninaine and Nimue."
Padma
cowered under Lisa's cynical look. "I
do care about Nimue. At least I don't
make her give me pedicures like Parvati does to Ninaine.
Lisa
threw her arms up in exasperation. "Just admit it Padma! You only
joined because you're trying to get closer to Ron Weasley!"
"Keep
your voice down!" hissed Padma, glancing around the common room in alarm. Fortunately, most people had already gone on
to dinner.
"He's
just a boy, and a Weasley at that," continued Lisa. "I never thought I'd see the day when a Ravenclaw fell all over
herself just for a man!"
In
an effort to stem further argument, Mandy tugged at Lisa's elbow. "Let's go to dinner, shall we? Padma, we'll catch you up later." Mandy started for the portrait hole with
Lisa following after giving Padma one last irritated look.
Padma
hung her head down sadly. Lisa's words
stung her to the quick. She had never
acted so silly over a boy before. She
was starting to get as bad as Parvati with her giggling and love potions and
Tarot card readings. Padma had always
scoffed at her twin for these things, and here she was, acting no better. Padma's gaze fell back to the article about
Harry again. She noted that the
correspondent was Rita Skeeter. The
name seemed familiar to her for some reason. She concentrated until she remembered where she'd heard that name. Of course! Rita Skeeter was a reporter for the Daily
Profit. Padma brightened as she
reasoned with herself. If Rita Skeeter
was a reporter for the Daily Profit,
then surely she must be somewhat credible. With this thought, Padma made for the fourth year girls' dormitory to
tidy up before the S.P.E.W. meeting.
****
Padma
shook her long hair, feeling its heavy weight lose down her back. She scanned the library for the S.P.E.W.
gathering. She spotted Hermione sitting
in a corner table. With trepidation,
she noticed that Hermione was sitting alone. Padma glanced down at her wristwatch and noted that it was five minutes
to eight. Perhaps the rest of the
committee was late. She hesitated, but
just then Hermione looked up and gave her a tired smile.
"Padma,
you came!" Hermione waved her
over.
As
Padma approached Hermione's table, she caught sight of the table situated a few
feet over. To Padma's aggravation she
saw her sister Parvati and Dean Thomas sitting there. She cursed them mentally, wondering what on earth they were doing
in the library on a Friday night. Dean
was staring at Padma with a somewhat panicked look, while Parvati's face was
unreadable.
She gave them a tight, little wave and headed
resolutely towards Hermione's table.
"Hello
Hermione. Er…where's the rest of the
group?" Padma asked, hoping she wasn't
too obvious.
Hermione
sighed deeply. "It seems that our
Secretary and Treasurer, Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley, have gotten a sudden urge
to do their Divination homework."
Padma
felt her heart sink down to her toes. "But…but it's a Friday night!" she protested.
"I
know," Hermione scowled, "and it's not as though they even care about
Divination anyway. But Ron said,"
Hermione took on a soft, mystical tone, "that the alignment of Jupiter and Mars
were such that he was currently open to the psychic resonance. He also saw in the orb that if he left the
safety of the common room, he would have his eyes pecked out by a mad
raven." Hermione snorted in
disgust. "Honestly! Psychic resonance indeed!" Hermione smiled apologetically at
Padma. "Oh well, at least they gave me
an excuse. Most members just don't
bother to show up." Hermione ran her
hands over her face. Padma suddenly
noticed that Hermione looked upset.
"Are
you…okay?" asked Padma tentatively.
"I'm
fine. It's just…"
Hermione
was cut off by the gang of fifth year girls that brushed past their table. One of them was wearing a red, Bulgarian
Quidditch team scarf around her waist and hissed, "Mudblood slut," at Hermione as they walked by. Padma sat stunned. Hermione clinched her jaw and shut her eyes tightly, taking a
deep breath. Padma finally spoke.
"What
was that about?"
Hermione
opened her eyes and with a controlled effort answered, "The Rita Skeeter
article in Witch Weekly, have you
seen it?" Padma nodded slowly. "It's not true you know," said Hermione quietly.
Padma
looked at Hermione cautiously and asked, "So, you're not seeing Viktor or
Harry?"
Hermione
shook her head emphatically. "No, I'm
not. We're just friends," she said
firmly.
Padma
bit her lip before asking, "Are you seeing anyone else?"
Hermione
looked straight at Padma. "No, I'm
not. Why do you ask?"
Padma
drew a deep breath, preparing herself to ask the nagging question that had been
in her head all day. "Hermione, do
you…"
Padma's
question was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Neville Longbottom who flung
himself down in a chair next to Hermione. "Hermione," said Neville breathlessly, "I heard Ron and Harry…
er…talking about the S.P.E.W. meeting. Sorry
I'm late. What did I miss?"
Hermione
smiled patiently and explained the reason behind the impromptu meeting.
Two
hours and two sickles later, Padma started out of the library with a new, puce
green S.P.E.W. badge pinned to the front of her robes. Padma had just said goodnight to Hermione
and Neville when she felt a hand on her arm.
"Oh! Hello Dean."
"Hi
Padma. You…er…look nice with your hair
like that. Loose, I mean." He gave her a lopsided grin.
"Thanks. Listen, we'd better leave before Madam Pince
throws us out."
"Yes,
well, you see, I um…wanted to ask you something." Dean shuffled nervously.
"Yes?" Padma saw Dean glance over her shoulder at
someone before he continued. Padma
turned and saw that her sister Parvati was holding the new issue of Witch Weekly upside down and glancing
furtively in their direction. "Yes?"
Padma prompted Dean.
"I
was wondering if you'd like to hang out in Hogsmeade tomorrow? You see, Seamus is going with Lavender and
your sister is going with some boy from Beauxbatons. They're all going to go off on their own for a bit before meeting
up at the Three Broomsticks. Padma
hesitated which Dean took as a sign of rejection. "I'm sorry. You probably
want to go with your own friends." He
turned to go.
Padma
quickly thought of Mandy and Lisa and their plan to retaliate against
Hermione. "No, wait Dean. It'd be nice to hang out." Dean's face brightened so suddenly that
Padma quickly added, "As friends."
Dean's
grin faltered slightly, but he said, "Great! We'll meet in the Entrance Hall then?"
Padma
nodded, smiling at his enthusiasm. She
turned to go when Dean spoke again.
"Goodnight
Padma."
She
gave him a small wave and closed the library door behind her.
A/N 2: The Ravenclaw password, "Fires of Beltane"
is in reference to a Druid fertility festival mentioned in Marion Zimmer
Bradley's "The Mists of Avalon". The
names of the twin's House-elves are names of characters from the same book.
TO BE CONTINUED…
